Lose 100 million today

While Yan Yu was recuperating from his injuries, Chu Zheng took care of him meticulously even though he said it was a "little injury".

If you want the stars, don't give them to the moon; if you want the moon, don't give them the stars.

"Baby, if you spoil me so much, you will spoil me rotten."

"If I don't pamper you, who will you pamper?"

The girl's tone was casual, but matter-of-fact.

Yan Yu was slightly stunned.

Something was stirring in the blood, and the heart was throbbing one after another.

He pursed his lips and said, "Baby, you are so kind."

Chuzheng: "..."

Chuzheng gave him a faint look: "Eat your food."

Yan Yu smiled and lowered his head to drink the soup. After Shen Siming finished his work in the evening, he came over to see him and brought a few colleagues with him.

Chuzheng was already giving face to Yan Yu, but was not in the mood to serve them, and it was inconvenient for Yan Yu to go out, so Chuzheng directly called someone over, and five-star top chefs showed their talents.

Someone was crying over there: "I didn't expect that one day I would be able to enjoy the treatment of the heroine in the TV series. It's not a loss."

Shen Siming crossed his legs and snorted coldly: "It's a pity that you don't have the heroine's destiny."

"Captain Shen, have you hit your team members like this? The psychological trauma is very serious."

Shen Siming clicked his tongue: "I see you have been idle lately."

There have been no cases recently, so they can relax a little.

"Captain Shen, please shut up!" A team member quickly stopped Shen Siming from speaking: "We think this kind of life is very good. The world is peaceful and the whole family is happy."

"Yes, yes!" Captain Shen spoke like a crow.

A group of people rushed to speak and Shen Siming was not allowed to speak.

Shen Siming was bored and turned back to Yan Yu.

Chuzheng sat next to her and looked at the computer, and Yan Yu looked at her.

"Eh."

Shen Siming poked him.

"What to do?" The crazy expression on Yan Yu's face instantly disappeared.

"You majored in changing faces in college, right?" Shen Siming complained: "Aren't you happy to see me so unhappy? Come on, give me a smile."

clatter--

The sound of Chu Zheng typing on the keyboard increased.

Shen Siming felt a chill on his neck.

Yan Yu said slowly: "Baby, if you allow me to smile, I will smile."

"No."

Yan Yu rushed to Shen Siming and shrugged.

Shen Siming rubbed his arms and whispered to Yan Yu: "You just listen to her like this?"

Yan Yu sighed in his heart.

If you don't listen, you will be locked up.

You can't even see my face.

Yan Yu didn't say anything, and Shen Siming understood it on his own.

Never would I have imagined that a flower in the forensic world would turn out to be a patient with tracheitis.

People cannot be judged by their appearance.

People should not be judged by their appearance...

"Drink." Shen Siming found two bottles of wine from somewhere and handed them to Yan Yu.

"He's not healed yet." Chuzheng suddenly raised his head and stared at Shen Siming: "You can have a drink."

Shen Siming: "..."

Yan Yu whispered: "Just drink a little, it won't hurt."

"No." Chuzheng's tone was serious and did not allow for comment: "Drink when you're ready."

"Okay, okay, have a drink, we say the forensic doctor is a patient." Shen Siming changed the wine into a drink: "Mr. Jin, you are busy, don't worry about us."

Shen Siming drank and turned Yan Yu to the other side.

"Yan Yu, Mr. Jin is such a strong person, why do you like her so much?" Shen Siming was very curious.

Yan Yu defended herself: "She is not strong."

"Not strong yet?"

"She is doing it for my own good." Because his injury was not healed, she was not allowed to drink by herself. Normally, she would not care about him even if he wanted to demolish the house.

Chuzheng's restrictions don't feel oppressive.

The space she gave herself was very loose. As long as he didn't touch her minefield, he could do anything.

"Do you really like her?"

When Shen Siming heard Yan Yu's defense, he felt it was a bit unreal.

Yan Yu looked over there. The girl was sitting on the sofa. She was looking up at the noisy crowd over there. The lines of her profile were softly outlined by the light.

He nodded: "Yeah. I like her and want to be with her forever."

"I can't understand this person anyway." Shen Siming said: "Sometimes I think she is scarier than you."

When Shen Siming saw Chu Zheng occasionally, he always felt that she was scarier and crazier than those perverted murderers.

However, looking again, she is still the cold, dignified and elegant little girl.

"Is it."

Yan Yu couldn't help but laugh.

That's good, they are the same kind of people.

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At night.

Only the night light was on in the apartment.

The curtains in the room were half-opened, the moon fell in, and the whole room was filled with hazy light.

A long shadow moved on the ground.

The shadow was silent, like a ghost.

The shadow stood beside the bed.

The person on the bed seemed to be aware of it and slowly opened his eyes.

A cold light flashed by.

Chuzheng's hair stood up all over her body and she sat up immediately.

"Yan Yu!"

Yan Yu held the scalpel and stood beside the bed, looking at her intently.

Those eyes were exceptionally bright, very penetrating in such an environment.

"Baby?" He asked doubtfully.

"What are you doing?" I was scared to death. When I opened my eyes, I saw such a picture. Am I not good enough to him?

He actually wanted to kill me in the middle of the night!

You little heartless one!

Yan Yu lowered his head and glanced at the scalpel in his hand.

Clang——

The knife fell to the floor.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Yu shook his head, pursed his lips and said nothing. That look was a bit aggrieved.

Chu Zheng was so angry that she exploded.

It was you who first took the knife and tried to do something evil to me, okay?

What are you wronging?

"What did you want to do just now?" Chuzheng asked with a cold face.

Yan Yu's Adam's apple rolled, and he slumped down and lay beside the bed: "Baby, do you want to touch your hair?"

"No." Chuzheng refused: "Answer my question, do you want to kill me?"

"I don't……"

Yan Yu put a look of grievance on his face.

"Then what are you doing with the knife?"

Yan Yu can't explain it.

Chuzheng turned on the light, and Yan Yu was immediately exposed to the light. He lowered his head in a hurry, holding Chuzheng's hand tightly with his fingers.

Chuzheng stared at him for a while.

"Get up here."

Yan Yu used his hands and feet to carefully climb onto the bed and lie down next to him obediently.

Chuzheng propped herself up and looked at him: "Did you just want to kill me?"

"I...I had a nightmare."

"Tell me about it." It's not a nightmare. I'll turn you into a nightmare.

"I dreamed that you were leaving me, and you said you didn't like me." Yan Yu grabbed her sleeve: "I'm scared. Baby, will you leave me?"

Chuzheng's heart clenched inexplicably and she felt a little uncomfortable.

"Won't."

"Never?"

"Um."

The man stretched out his hand, hugged her, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and said in a low voice: "If the baby promised me, I can't go back on it, otherwise I will use other methods to keep the baby with me forever."

Chuzheng touched his head but said nothing.

Five minutes later, Chuzheng turned over and lay down: "Take all your knives away from me tomorrow and let me see them again. Be careful with your legs."

"...Oh." Yan Yu paused: "Which leg did the baby say I have?"

Yan Yu's expression changed slightly and he took a faint breath.

The lights in the room suddenly dimmed.