Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

After a few seconds, Liu Yin looked back at Wei Fei. The atmosphere between the two of them who didn't speak was a little delicate.

Liu Yin paced over, took out a cigarette, handed one to herself and Wei Fei, and then protected the flame on the lighter with one hand to light it.

"Thank you."

The smoke lingering in front of the men can always make them relax properly.

"You can go to jail or die for Qiyan, but it's a pity he can't see it."

"Why do it for him, he is doing well, there is no need for me to do this."

"Then why did you kill so many people?"

Wei Fei looked at the side wall, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, his eyes turned to Liu Yin. The two looked at each other for a long time, and fell into the silent world again.

Language communication is always difficult, and some things have already been understood.

The lonely burning of cigarettes has not waited for any results. The truth is never spoken, but it exists by itself, just waiting for you to explore.

"I will investigate this matter to the bottom. I admire your tight-lipped, but paper can never contain fire."

"I'll wait." Wei Fei raised his head and looked at Liu Yin. That look, like a dusty sharp blade, does not show its sharpness, but it does not affect its hidden lethality at all.

Liu Yin confronted him for a few seconds, looking deeper and deeper... until he felt that those pupils were as deceptive as ghosts chanting spells.

Liu Yin quickly shifted his gaze, picked up the police cap on the table in a daze, put it on neatly, and walked out of the interrogation room.

The night falls is the beginning of some people's day. They are drunk, dreaming and dying in black and white - it is also the time for people who have been busy all day to rest. Some people breathe deeply and sleep soundly. On the contrary, people who breathe lightly feel heavier inside. It is a kind of Lacking a sense of security, there is always a sense of crisis that is besieged on all sides, and they dare not breathe freely.

The next day, there was a piece of news that people didn’t know whether to be happy or worried—the serial murder case that ended because the suspect Wei Fei was in prison began to repeat again, and the victim was still a heart patient. There is no difference in general, and the tools for committing crimes are exactly the same.

And the so-called suspect is being held in the detention center, which means that it is impossible for Wei Fei to commit the crime. All previous conclusions have been overturned, and everything has led everyone's speculation to one direction. The real culprit is someone else.

This is somewhat in line with Liu Yin's expectations. He wanted to use his own investigation to frustrate Wei Fei's spirit, but now he is not complacent. If the way to find the murderer is paved with other people's lives, then be a policeman. It also loses its original meaning.

But Cheng Qiyan didn't take this into account. When he knew that Wei Fei might not be the murderer, he almost had the illusion of seeing the dawn. He vowed to save Wei Fei from prison at all costs.

He was eager to share this joy with Tan Yuran, and what they could share would not constitute a grudge, so Tan Yuran was also happy for it. What was different from the past was that they were a real couple now. When drinking coffee in a bustling commercial district, you can see two men walking hand in hand among the row upon row of buildings.

They are elegantly dressed, one is handsome and chic, calm and capable, and the other is charming and charming. They are business elites in this bustling neighborhood, but they don't shy away from the eyes of others, chasing and laughing in the snow, immersing themselves in In the happy world of the two.

"Hey, let go, stop making trouble..."

Tan Yuran hugged Cheng Qiyan from behind, and Cheng lowered his head to avoid his scorching breath blowing against his ears. He stuck Tan Yuran's arm around his chest with one hand, and pointed to the cake house next to him with the other.

"Do you want to eat? Ah? Which mouth wants to eat? Tell me..."

"Dirty!"

Cheng Qiyan's face turned red immediately, he naturally remembered the unfulfilled love last Christmas Eve, Tan Yuran used cake as lubricant.

Only when the love is strong can there be sex!Sex is a matter of course, there is a bit of evasion of refusal and welcome, and there is a trace of excited expectation. This is between lovers, like a complex recipe.

Each layer of cream cake has a different taste.

"Asshole, Xiao Ting is still at home alone, hurry up and buy a cake, I'll drive the car over here, if you dare to speak nonsense here again, be careful, I will let you die on the street!!!"

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Cough cough, is this implying that there is meat in the near future~?