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At dawn, Zhang Yiyan opened his eyes and habitually looked at the head of the bed. At 6 o'clock, he got out of bed, walked to the practice room, stretched his muscles and bones, did a set of boxing, flowing smoothly, vigorously and powerfully, and then started to wash up.

I sat down at the dining table at 7 o'clock on time. In front of me was delicious vegetable porridge, fried shrimps, fried eggs and half a glass of milk.

Zhang Tianming put on an apron and put down the last plate of fruit, "Yanyan, let's eat. Remember to wear an umbrella and gloves when you go out later."

"Ah."

He turned his head and glanced out the window, "Did it snow very much yesterday?"

“It’s okay, there’s snow, but not much.”

"Ah."

After eating, Zhang Yiyan put on his coat, and Zhang Tianming brought a down jacket over, "Don't wear the coat, wear this."

Zhang Yiyan smiled helplessly, "Uncle, I'm not cold." He could use magic to adjust his body temperature.

Zhang Tianming helped him take off his coat, put on his down jacket, and tidied it up, "I know you're not cold, but don't wear too little."

"Here, put on the scarf and put on the gloves,"

In less than five minutes, Zhang Yiyan was already wrapped twice in size, "Okay, let's go out and take the umbrella."

"If you can't use magic, don't use it, you know?"

"Got it, I'm going out."

After leaving the unit building, the snow on the road has been swept away, and the grass and small trees next to it are covered with white flowers. He stretched out his hand and tugged on the branch, and the shaken snowflakes floated to the tip of his nose. He raised his hand to wipe it and walked out slowly.

As soon as he left the community, he saw Yan Junge standing on the side of the road. Behind him was a new car. Even though he didn't know much about cars, he knew it wasn't cheap.

Seeing him coming out, Yan Junge's eyes lit up, he took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand and pulled his scarf, "Yi Yan, it's wrapped like a little rice dumpling."

Black trousers hugged her slender straight legs, a white down jacket, and a black scarf almost covered half of her small face. Her eyes blinked and were exceptionally bright.

Zhang Yiyan followed him forward and pulled on his scarf, "I also feel like I'm wearing too much."

Yan Junge opened the car door for him first, and then walked back to the driver's seat. He looked up at him and took off his scarf, revealing his fair neck. He reached out to take the scarf, folded it, and put it in the back seat.

Zhang Yiyan took off his gloves again and pulled down the zipper of his down jacket by more than ten centimeters. It was better now. He fastened his seat belt and said, "Let's go."

Yan Junge took his gloves and made signs with his hands. His hands were so small that he couldn't help but laugh. He turned around and took out a box from the back seat and handed it over, "Try the roasted sweet potatoes I just bought."

He reached out and took it, lowered his head and smelled it, "It smells good."

"It's fragrant."

"I've had breakfast, I'm not hungry."

"Have a taste. If you can't finish it, I'll eat it later." He glanced at it from the corner of his eye and raised the corners of his lips.

"Ah."

After opening the package, the sweet smell of roasted sweet potatoes wafted out. I dug a little into it with my spoon, took a small bite, and nodded, "Sweet."

Yan Junge's smile widened, and he felt like he had a sense of accomplishment in feeding small animals.

The car was driving slower than usual today, and he arrived at the work unit more than ten minutes later than usual. Yan Junge took a few bites of the baked sweet potato and said, "Don't take the scarf and gloves. The heater is on inside."

"it is good."

After going to the conference room first, Yan Junge finished the roasted sweet potatoes in a few mouthfuls and packed away the trash. "Yiyan, you sit here for a while, I'll be right back."

"Ah."

Zhang Yiyan took out his phone and flipped through it casually. Feeling a little stuffy, he took off his down jacket, revealing the sky blue sweater underneath. I tied my ponytail today, and the hair at the end stuck to my sweater due to static electricity, so I raised my hand and grabbed it.

At this time, Song Qing came in with a notebook and nodded as a greeting.

Zhang Yiyan pulled off his headband, his long hair spread out, and a faint fragrance floated out. He quickly tied a ball head, stretched out his hand to touch it to make sure it wouldn't fall apart, and then took out his cell phone.

Song Qing's throat tightened when he smelled the familiar aroma. He looked up and said, "Zhang Ke, what perfume are you wearing? It's very special."

Zhang Yiyan smiled lightly and didn't want to get involved in their affairs, but he still told the truth, "It's not perfume, it's sandalwood."

"sandalwood?"

Nod, "Yes."

"I know a lot about sandalwood, but I have never smelled this kind of smell." Song Qing's expression was casual, but his eyes kept looking at Zhang Yiyan.

Zhang Yiyan always smiled, "It's true that you can't buy it on the market. This is specially made for me by my uncle."

"That's it." Song Qing put the hand on the table under the table and secretly clenched his fist.

I wanted to ask again, but Li Qian had already arrived, followed by Huang Yong, Le Sheng, and Chen Hao, who briefly said hello. Huang Yong began to sort out the information from yesterday's Red Leaf Bar, "Why isn't Brother Yan here yet?"

"Come on, I saw his car."

"Probably in the office."

"Mouse, sit here and wait for the anti-drug team to come over later."

"Qianqian, make some tea."

While they were making preparations there, Song Qing couldn't help but glance at Zhang Yiyan a few more times. The latter was always looking at his phone with his eyes lowered, his expression very natural.

But at this time, she had a guess. She had misunderstood Yan Junge. The other person in the car that day was not a mistress. Could it be Zhang Yiyan? ?

The same long hair, the same fragrance, and the same special sandalwood.

Then who had dinner with Yan Junge last night? Is it also Zhang Yiyan? He lives in Tianshui Mingdu?

My mind was occupied by these questions for a moment, and I started thinking unconsciously.

Since the breakup, her life has been going as planned, but she always feels a little empty in her heart. She always thinks of Yan Junge's expression at that time. He seemed sure that he had misunderstood, but she did not give him a chance to explain at that time.

Yesterday, Yan Junge, Zhang Yiyan and Shen Ran left together, and only Shen Ran came back after get off work.

When Song Qing returned home, he couldn't help but think about what they had done and why they didn't come back. If they hadn't broken up, Yan Junge would have reported it to him, so he wouldn't have to guess. Seeing that it was completely dark outside, I accidentally went out and walked towards the alley.

Sure enough, she saw Yan Junge in the small restaurant. She wanted to go up and say hello like an ordinary colleague, but she saw someone else sitting next to him. At that moment, she seemed to have been slapped and froze in place.

She hid behind the tree and spied like a thief. She saw the man sitting next to Yan Junge. She saw Yan Junge cutting her hair with natural movements. She ran away in panic, not daring to look any further.

I don’t know how long I stayed in the corner of the alley. When I looked up again, I saw two people laughing next to each other, getting in the car and leaving together.

She stopped a taxi and followed her all the way to Tianshui Mingdu. She thought her expression must have been so ugly that the taxi driver misunderstood that she was out to catch a rapist.

"Director Song, Director Song"

"Sister Song,,,"

"Sister Qingqing, sister Qingqing,"

Song Qing suddenly came back to her senses, and then she realized that everyone in the conference room was looking at her. They looked at Yan Junge habitually. She saw the other person frowned slightly and didn't say anything. He just put the thermos cup in his hand towards Zhang Yiyan's. Hand stuffed.

Zhang Yiyan curled his lips and smiled, looked away, lowered his head and smelled, and the fragrance of tea wafted out of the thermos cup.

Shen Ran pulled Song Qing's arm again and reminded, "Sister Qingqing, the inspection report of yesterday's bar case."

"Sorry," Song Qing quickly adjusted, opened his notebook, and pulled out the report inside, "Based on the various types of alcohol sampled at the scene, and the blood test of the unconscious person."

"The base wine contains hallucinogenic and aphrodisiac drugs, and one ounce can achieve the effect."

"The blood test results are as shown above. Among the 20 people arrested, 8 bar staff did not detect any drug content."

"The remaining 12 people had blood drug levels ranging from 20 to 80."

Huang Yong took over the conversation, "The owner of this bar is called Cao Lin, male, 28 years old. He is a rich second-generation card player. He has been in City B all year round. The bar has always been run by his lover Tao Ling."

Photos and introductions of the two people were played on the screen at the right time. Zhang Yiyan raised his head and said softly, "There is no life on either of them."

Yan Junge nodded and looked at Chen Mo opposite, "Chen Datou, the case is handed over to you. Let's get some snacks."

Chen Mo pouted, "Be careful with your words in public."

Turning to look at Zhang Yiyan, he asked inquiringly, "But Zhang Ke, how do you know that these two people are not dead?"