What's in the depths II

"Brother Wen, you startle me."

"Why, the waist hurts?" Wen Qi smiled, stretching out his hand to squeeze his waist.

Yunqian felt itchy, so she moved away, and said with a smile, "I couldn't stand my father's nagging yesterday, so I moved to the guest room to sleep. The bed was too soft, and my back was uncomfortable."

As soon as the words were finished, people from the forensic department in white coats were seen rushing out like a group of people behind.

At this moment, Yunqian put all Wen Qi's suggestions behind him, and immediately greeted him like a follower, and reached out and grabbed An Yan's sleeve in an irregular way:

"An forensic doctor, after get off work, do you want to have lunch together? Although you don't eat after lunch, you should eat lunch."

A female forensic doctor at the back looked at him and covered her mouth and smiled.

An Yan stopped, turned around, and stared at him in surprise, his pretty eyebrows slightly frowned.

After a while, he slowly said, "Are you lonely?"

Yun Qian was stunned for a moment: "No."

An Yan pulled back his sleeves, took one last look at him, said "no time" and then continued to turn his head and talk to the forensic doctor on the side, and a group of people stepped out of the police station.

Seen from a distance, Yunqian's back as he mournfully watched An Yan leave seemed to be covered with a layer of haze, and the resentment in his eyes could drip water.

Finally, he let out a long sigh, turned his head, and met Shang Wen's scrutinizing eyes.

Wen and he is too tall, so he will always give people a sense of oppression.

Seeing Wen Qi's expression, Yun Qian was so frightened that he murmured "It's over" several times in his heart, and hurried up to him, stretching out his hand to fan him, trying to calm his anger.

Wen Qi kept pursing his lips tightly. After a long time, he smiled helplessly, and leaned slightly to stare carefully at the eyes of the person in front of him: "Why, you like An Forensic Doctor very much?"

When Yunqian heard this, his fragile little heart twitched in shock.

"How is it possible? I just encountered it. Just ask politely. Don't think too much." The lie came out of my mouth.

"Then why don't you ask me?"

Yunqian was choked up speechless by these words, he held his breath in his arms and almost held back his breath.

Wen Qi chuckled, the expression on his face relaxed, he raised his hand to stroke Yun Qian's hair: "I'm joking, let's go and have dinner together."

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"Mom, don't do this!"

"Mom! Please! Don't do this!"

The face of the seven-year-old boy vigorously shook the woman on the bed. The woman's eyes were closed, her face was pale, her satin-like long hair was scattered on the pillow, her slender fingers were hooked to a red-handled sharp knife, and her blood was like a blossoming red lotus. , with the body swaying slightly.

A girl came to the house, young and beautiful, exuding a youthful atmosphere in her gestures.

The man in the suit and leather collar gently held the girl's hand and stretched it out to the seven-year-old boy, and said with a smile, "She will be your mother from now on, come and say hello."

The girl's pink lips were like candy, and seemed to have a sweet taste. The pink lips were slightly raised, like the shape of a cherry blossom petal. Since then, it has become her own nightmare.

An Yan opened his eyes suddenly, shrunk for a moment by the bright sunlight outside the window.

He stood up and wiped the sweat from his brow before he heard a knock on the door.

As soon as the door was opened, the fragrant lunch box poked over, and then a small face poked out from behind, showing a mouthful of big white teeth and said cheerfully: "Dangdangdang! Your takeaway has arrived~ I wish you a happy meal~"

An Yan looked at the child with a silly face, and couldn't understand what was wrong with him, and why he kept repaying it endlessly.

"Your assistant said that you haven't eaten yet. I passed by the snack bar and bought some for you." Yun Qian entered the room unceremoniously and sat down on the sofa.

An Yan stood at the door and looked at him, feeling really helpless, thinking about how kind he was, it was really hard to push him away.

"Can I ask why you always pester... always care so much about my personal life?"

Yunqian shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "I have the habit of feeling uncomfortable if I don't take care of others, especially you. You have irregular diet and rest, and if you fall ill one day, no one will do coolies for our bureau."

"Thank you, I can eat, but now I want to be alone for a while, why don't you please go back first?" An Yan was annoyed when he heard this kind of words, and directly issued an order to evict the guest.

Yunqian got the order without ink marks, got up immediately, and did not forget to ask before leaving, "If you don't have time for lunch, tell me, I'll buy it for you."

An Yan raised his hand and dragged him out by his clothes, closed the door, threw the lunch box on the table into the trash can, wiped the table and sofa with a rag, and threw it together with the rag into the trash can.

The author has something to say:

I have something to do today, it's relatively short, I was wrong