Lin Xiaoming couldn't figure out who was going to kidnap Song Zhien just now, and was afraid that they would make a comeback, so he was not very relieved that she would go home alone.
Although the two met twice, Lin Xiaoming had a good impression of this beautiful, a little stubborn, kind and a little silly girl!
Yes, he already regarded her as a friend, very pure!
Without the willingness to deceive the sun as a prerequisite, friendship is naturally pure.
Therefore, when Song Zhien was about to get off the bus, Lin Xiaoming followed him. After walking around for about a few minutes, he finally arrived at Song Zhien's residence.
"I live here!" Song Zhien pointed to the old community behind him, "Do you want to go up and sit?"
"Not very good. I'm usually not used to disturbing others' homes, but since you are so sincere, then sit down!"
Song Zhien was sweating for a while, I was just polite and kind, are you taking it seriously?
Unexpectedly, Lin Xiaoming said again, "Declare in advance, just sit down and can't do anything else!"
Song Zhien was so funny that I should have said this!
But since he had been invited, she had to take him into the community.
The community is really old, there is not even an elevator. I climbed six floors along the deep and dark stairs, and finally arrived at Song Zhien's house.
A unit of about 80 square meters, two bedrooms and one living room, the decoration is in the style of the 1980s.
Half of the bottom of the wall is oily in light blue, but it is white on the top, there is no ceiling hanging on the top, there are lighting pipes on both sides, and a three-leaf ceiling fan is hung in the middle.
There is an old-style wooden sofa in the middle of the living room, and a landscape painting on the opposite wall. Below is a thick old-style color TV with a disc-style combined amplifier on the side and a large speaker on both sides.
Such decoration and furnishings are so simple that they are simple. Compared with Chen Zhilin's villas and mansions... Forget it, it's impossible to compare.
After Song Zhien asked him to sit down in the living room, he didn't ask him what he wanted to drink, but picked up an old white porcelain teapot to make tea.
After the tea was brewed, she went into the room!
After taking a sip, Lin Xiaoming found that the tea was quite fragrant, which was the Tieguanyin that Lao Guang often drank.
But it was not the taste he liked. He was used to drinking clouds and mist. Grandpa planted more than 20 tea trees on the back mountain, and he could barely be self-sufficient when picking them every year.
After three rounds of tea, Song Zhien came out of the room.
The black dress on her body had disappeared. She changed into a loose snow-white T-shirt, put down her bun, and her slender hair was casually spread on her shoulders.
After changing her outfit, the solemn and solemn meaning on her body no longer exists, and is replaced by freshness, elegance, pure and cuteness!
The girlish aura that came to her face made Lin Xiaoming's gaze involuntarily fall on her body, looking down along her beautiful face, and finally falling on her legs exposed to the air.
Afterwards, his eyes seemed to be tightly attached to it, and he could not get back at all!
Slim and well-proportioned, fair and tender pair of beautiful legs, simple, don’t be too tempting and sexy!
Isn’t such legs just the ones that old gentlemen often talk about?
At the same time, he was extremely curious whether she was wearing pants under her T-shirt?
Of course Song Zhien wore it, and it was two, but when she came into contact with Lin Xiaoming's hot eyes, she was still a little uncomfortable and couldn't help but cough and remind her, "Lin Xiaoming, are you so polite?"
Really, I was afraid that I wouldn't wear it like this... Lin Xiaoming quickly withdrew his gaze and looked around and said nothing, "Do you live alone?"
Song Zhien nodded, "Yes!"
Lin Xiaoming asked again, "Where is your family?"
Song Zhien's lips moved and finally opened her mouth, "My mother passed away last year."
Lin Xiaoming was stunned for a moment, "Sorry, I don't know..."
"It's okay!" Song Zhien shook his head, picked up the teapot and renewed the tea for him. As if to avoid him checking his household registration again, he took the initiative to ask, "Do you want to have dinner at my house at noon?"
Lin Xiaoming nodded without thinking, "Okay, okay, there's no problem at all!"
Song Zhien was ridiculous and sarcastic, "You are so polite!"
"Why am I polite! I saved you again. Judging from your family background, I can't repay me with much money. If I promise you, I won't be very interested. It would be too much to eat your meal.
Is it?"
Song Zhien was defeated, "Why do you always keep saying good words when others give me kindness but don't repay me, as if you're afraid that I'll forget you've saved me."
Lin Xiaoming still made a statement, "I often say that I am called kindness without seeking repayment. The silent one is really waiting for you to repay you!"
"You..."
Lin Xiaoming waved his hand, "After I'll eat your meal, you will let me see Song Qian again in the evening. Even if we are two Qing, no one will owe anyone. It's OK!"
"That seems too cheap for me again!"
Lin Xiaoming asked in surprise, "Can you really want to agree with your body? You can't be so casual, otherwise I can only do whatever you want!"
Song Zhien was so amused that he was really embarrassed to mess with him like this, so he stood up quickly, "I'll cook for you!"
"I want to drink and eat meat!" Lin Xiaoming asked, and then asked, "Can I visit your house?"
"what ever!"
When Song Zhien went to the kitchen to cook, Lin Xiaoming looked around!
After looking inside and outside, I entered the corridor and found that the room where Song Zhien had just pushed the door out was half open, so I subconsciously pushed the door and walked in.
This is obviously Song Zhien's room, with a wooden rack and hard-board bed, next to it is a desk and a wardrobe on the other side... It has all the facilities, but they are all old, all of which are antiques of more than 20 years of history.
Lin Xiaoming was originally somewhat suspicious of Song Zhien's identity, thinking that she might be a rich daughter pretending to be a poor girl and going to society to experience life.
However, after looking at the environment she lives in, her doubts have been completely abolished!
Which rich daughter would live in such an old community?
Therefore, Lin Xiaoming was probably sure at this time that Song Qian was a relative of the Song family, and Song Zhien was a relative of the Song family. She actually had little to do with the Song family!
After untiing his heart, he relaxed and his eyes fell on Song Zhien's bed, and found that there was the black long skirt she had just changed.
The long skirt was nothing, the key was that there was a black silk stocking next to it, which was obviously taken off her just now.
As a straight man in steel, when he saw the girl's private clothes, he suddenly had an impulse, that is, to pick it up and take a look, touch it, and sniff it...
However, such behavior is really vulgar. As a male protagonist, if you want to be popular, Lin Xiaoming feels that he should be taller, so he controls himself rationally!
Just as I was about to turn around and go out, my phone rang and took it out to look. I saw that Chen Zhilin's name was on the caller ID.
"Hey!" Lin Xiaoming hurriedly connected, "How is the situation?"
Chen Zhilin reported straight to the point, "Brother, I have interrogated them. They are all from the Blood Sect."
It turned out that when she left the funeral home just now, Lin Xiaoming found that she could not take the group of people to a remote place for interrogation, so she had to send a message to Chen Zhilin and ask her and Zhao Mei to return to take the person away for interrogation.
Chen Zhilin did not disappoint Lin Xiaoming's entrusted, and now she has achieved results.
But this result made Lin Xiaoming extremely surprised, "They are people from the Blood Sect? Are you not wrong?"
"Yes, they are indeed people from the Blood Sect!"
"Didn't the Blood Sect be in the den of Chacheng? Didn't Bi Jun take all the pot? Why would there be people from the Blood Sect?"
"These people came from Huicheng."
"Then why did they kidnap Song Zhien?" Lin Xiaoming asked in confusion, but subconsciously picked up the black silk that Song Zhien put on the bed, "She is just an ordinary girl. She shouldn't have anything to do with the Blood Sect.
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"I asked, but they didn't know. They were just performing the tasks assigned by them. After tied up the people, they took them back to Huicheng."
"Do you have any way in Huicheng..."
"There's no way!" Chen Zhilin interrupted him, "Huicheng is too far away, beyond my sphere of influence, it's really beyond my reach!"
Lin Xiaoming thought about it and asked, "Then where are you now?"
“It’s on the mountain behind the funeral home.”
"Send me a seat, and then you and Zhao Mei quickly retreat, and I'll let Bi Jun go."
"Uh? That female police officer is so stern, do you want to hand over the person to her?"
"If you don't give the person to her, what do you think?"
Chen Zhilin's voice became gloomy on the other end of the phone, "Of course I dug a hole and buried them directly."
Lin Xiaoming was so angry that he shook his head repeatedly, "Forget it, let's leave it to the police!"
Seeing that Lin Xiaoming insisted, Chen Zhilin had no choice but to agree helplessly.
After Lin Xiaoming hung up the phone, he felt something foreign object seemed to be at the door. He looked at him with the flow and saw Song Zhien standing there with his eyes fixed on his face, but his face looked at him with a surprised expression!
Lin Xiaoming lowered his eyes and looked at it, his face suddenly became embarrassed, because he was holding someone's black stockings in his hand, and he kept rubbing them, hurriedly putting them down, "That, me, I..."