After all, Shi Yan still didn't make it to the end.
He felt that at such a time and place, his little girl was somewhat aggrieved.
They could flirt with each other, they could do whatever they wanted, but he didn't want his little girl to feel any real grievances.
"Shi Yan, my hands are sore." Song Jing frowned, "You'd better go check it out."
"Baby, how many people take medicine but don't have the staying power like me, shouldn't you be happy?" Shi Yan chuckled, coaxing softly in a hoarse voice, "Be good, it's about to happen."
Shi Yan said it right away, and it would take at least ten or twenty minutes to actually finish it.
Song Jing wiped his hands with a wet tissue and snorted, "A man's mouth is a liar. It's a wise saying."
Shi Yan cleaned himself up, lifted her chin and kissed the corner of her mouth, "So after inspecting the goods, are Dr. Song still satisfied?"
From a doctor's point of view, Shi Yan's body structure and physical condition are very healthy, and they fall within the optimal standard.
And from a woman's perspective.
Shi Yan has a gorgeous face, a perfect figure, eight-pack abs, and a male waist. The price of a business listing starts at seven figures.
However, his temperament is as cold and cold as snow, and his clothes are like a distant, aloof and unforgiving flower of the high mountains.
The contrast between the two sides is so sharp that it is difficult for any woman to hold it.
"It's okay." Song Jing tilted his head and kissed Shi Yan on the corner of his mouth, "But next time it's best not to leave me hanging like this."
Shi Yan was startled for a moment, then suddenly laughed out loud, "Are you hungry?"
Song Jing raised his eyes and looked at him with a hook in his eyes. His meaning was very clear: What do you think?
"I'll take you to eat meat when you're hungry." Shi Yan opened the car door and got out of the car, "The chef Wu Xinju has already come over to prepare it, and it should be almost done by now."
Is this what she meant by hunger?
He knew clearly that she was talking about being hungry, yet he pretended to be a wolf with her.
Song Jing snorted coldly, ignored Shi Yan's extended hand, opened the car door, got out of the car, and walked towards the elevator.
Shi Yan's eyes filled with smiles and he followed.
Qi Shang stood far away with Yan Zai in his arms. When he saw Shi Yan and Song Jing approaching, he pressed the elevator button first and said, "Brother Yan, Lao Xiang said dinner is ready."
"Yeah." Shi Yan nodded and reached out to hold Song Jing's hand. Song Jing moved aside expressionlessly.
When the elevator came, Song Jing walked in first, and Shi Yan followed with a low smile.
Qi Shang was full of doubts.
He just saw Brother Yan throwing a lot of paper into the trash can. We are all adults, so of course we understand what those tissues are used for.
After such a long time, shouldn't the two of them be deeply in love now? Why does it look like Brother Yan has provoked Sister Mao Jing again?
Could it be that Brother Yan took too long?
The three of them took the elevator from the garage to the first floor. Qi Shang had called in advance, and Xiang Wenxing had already asked the housekeeper of Yanzhai to put the food on the table first.
After washing his hands and sitting at the dining table, Song Jing buried his head in eating silently, while Shi Yan spent most of the time picking up vegetables and deboning her.
Xiang Wenxing secretly kicked Qi Shang under the table, lowered his head and covered his eyes with a bowl, and winked at him quietly: What's going on with Brother Yan and Sister Jing?
Qi Shang shook his head and said he didn't know either.
Regardless of whether it is the Shi family, the Xiang family, or the Qi family, their rule since elementary school has been to be silent during eating and sleeping, and they basically do not speak much when eating.
Song Jing, on the other hand, was busy eating, turning that thing into appetite and eating more than before.
After dinner, it was already dark outside.
Xiang Wenxing and Qi Shang obviously had work to report to Shi Yan. Song Jing picked up his bag and stood up, "I'm going to take a shower first."
"Live in the master bedroom." Of course it is self-evident whose room this master bedroom belongs to.
Song Jing curled his lips and did not answer or deny.
There was a smile in Shi Yan's eyes. He watched her walk out angrily, then he smiled and stood up, "Go to the study."
When he got to the study room, Xiang Wenxing put a few photos on the desk.
"Brother Yan, the person you asked me to check has found it." Xiang Wenxing said: "The photos of people who have been to Daxi Mountain during that time are all here."
Shi Yan looked through the photos on his desk with a cold look in his eyes.
No, none of these are right.
Although he was confused and could not see clearly the appearance of the woman who raped him and detoxified him, he knew very well that she was a thin and tall woman, and she was definitely no older than twenty-five.
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"Not these." Shi Yan threw the photo back on the table, "Didn't you find anyone else?"
Xiang Wenxing's expression flashed with a hint of indescribability.
"If you have anything to say, just say it." Shi Yan's face darkened.
Xiang Wenxing didn't dare to hide it anymore and took another photo, "According to a person who went to Daxi Mountain to collect medicine, he saw a very beautiful girl coming down the mountain during that time. But that girl
They looked very unfamiliar and didn’t look like the people around Daxi Mountain. So I checked the buses that go from Daxi Mountain to several nearby towns, and then I got this screenshot of the surveillance video.”
"Brother Yan, I think it might all be a coincidence." Xiang Wenxing handed the photo over and added in a confused way, "You may need to calm down."
Shi Yan glanced at him before taking the photo.
The photos taken from the surveillance video are not particularly clear, but at a glance you can see the girl's beautiful face and the indifferent look between her eyebrows that is not easy to mess with.
"Song Jing?" Shi Yan raised his eyebrows.
"Daxi Mountain is several hours' drive from Yinning Town. When I saw Sister Jing, I checked more. Sister Jing's adoptive parents were buried in Daxi Mountain after their death."
Shi Yan stared at the photo. If the woman at that time was really Song Jing, then fate would be such a wonderful thing.
"This matter is over for now. I will ask Song Jing." Shi Yan put the photo in the desk drawer, "Continue to talk about the stealth fighter design drawings."
Song Jing took a piece of Shi Yan's shirt and took a shower. He wiped his wet hair with a towel perfunctorily twice. When the ends of his hair stopped dripping, he threw the towel aside and took his mobile phone to check the messages.
The first one is from Sha Manyin: [Xiao Jing'er, I have arrived at the Imperial Capital. After staying in Heiyun for a long time, the prosperity of the Imperial Capital is really dazzling, especially the men, there are so many.]
【Take it easy, be careful if you get into trouble someday.】
Song Jing sent a message back, but there was no reply from Sha Manyin. He only knew this time and place. With Sha Manyin's character and style, he must have been in a certain hotel with a man with a great figure.
There was some fooling around in the room.
Song Dingding opened the chat box with You Wenze and looked at the time. It was already past ten o'clock in the evening.
At this time, Wen Ze had almost fallen asleep.
Song Jing frowned, but still sent a message, "I'll see you tomorrow."
The other party really didn't reply.
Song Jing read other messages, but didn't reply to any of them, so he quit and leaned on the bed to play games.
When Shi Yan came back after talking about the matter, he opened the door and entered the house. Song Jing heard the noise and didn't even raise his eyelids.
He first took his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Song Jingcai lazily reminded him, "Don't get water on the wound."
Shi Yan came out of the shower with a hair dryer in his hand, "Come here and dry your hair."
Song Jing didn't respond. He held the phone in both hands, moved his body on the bed, and put his head on the edge of the bed.
Shi Yan plugged in the hair dryer and sat over, raised her head and placed it on his lap, and began to dry her hair.
Song Jing's black hair reached down to his waistcoat. It was plentiful, smooth, and soft to the touch.
Shi Yan wanted to ask if the woman that day was her, but he stopped talking.
If that woman was not Song Jing, he didn't want Song Jing to know about the existence of this matter.
If you can't ask directly, you can only test it.
He was wearing a black wolf mask at the time. The woman didn't take off his black wolf mask when she raped him, so she didn't know what he looked like.
Shi Yan thought that he could use the black wolf mask to test Song Jing and see what her reaction would be.