Chapter 209: Suicide

Taking two quick steps back, Fang Zhiyu tightened her cheeks, "What's wrong?"

"I want to ask if you want to drink ginger soup, and I'll cook it for you...... Otherwise, you can drink it later. ”

With the sight of wanting to kill, Xu Yixi silently retracted half of his body back to the bedroom, and continued: "Brother-in-law is also drenched in the rain, if you don't deal with it quickly, you will catch a cold." ”

Fang Zhiyu glanced at Xiao Junchen, who was full of dissatisfaction, pulled the corners of her mouth funny, felt a little itchy in her throat, and coughed twice before replying: "Then it's bothering you." ”

"No, we'll go home now. ”

Holding Fang Zhiyu's little hand, Xiao Junchen walked straight out, "I have already called Xiao Qi, he is waiting downstairs now." Don't worry about Zhang Lan, there is news for you. ”

"Good. ”

Putting his hand in his pocket with his backhand, Fang Zhiyu pursed her lips, "Your hand is colder than mine." ”

Xiao Junchen's cold pupils shrank, and he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, for fear of giving her too much cold air.

"Don't move, I'll warm you up for a while and it won't be cold. ”

Looking at the woman's serious appearance, he suddenly felt that it was not impossible for time to stay at this moment.

The moment the two went downstairs to sit in the Audi, the heating in the car made Fang Zhiyu squint comfortably, Xiao Qi handed them two cups of ginger soup in a timely manner, and waited for them to finish drinking before driving away.

The single apartment building where Xu Yixi lived was monitored, but unfortunately it was raining heavily at that time, and the night was dark, so he could only faintly see the trajectory of Zhang Lan's departure.

The next day, Fang Zhiyu was woken up by the sound of talking.

She opened her eyes tiredly, and put her head on her forehead, her whole body aching and uncomfortable.

"Junchen. "Hoarseness excessively.

The two figures standing at the door moved, and then Xiao Junchen walked quickly to the side of the bed, caressing her cheeks distressedly, "Awake?"

"What time is it, you didn't wake me up. ”

"It's only eleven o'clock, and you can sleep for another half hour, and the porridge will be fine for a while. ”

Fang Zhiyu's thoughts were confused for a moment, her apricot eyes widened suddenly, and she sat up with her body propped up, it was already eleven o'clock at noon?

She looked at Xiao Junchen, touched the worry in his eyes, and pursed her dry lips in hindsight.

"I have a fever?"

Another person at the door approached, pushed the eyes on the bridge of his nose, and explained gently, "Well, Mr. Xiao has already fed you medicine, the fever has subsided, and it will be much better for you to rest and rest." You don't know, Mr. Xiao suddenly called me at three o'clock in the morning, and the tone was so anxious that I thought something big had happened. ”

When he rushed over and found that Fang Zhiyu only had a fever, and when he hadn't even burned to 38 degrees, he almost ran out of breath on the spot.

Listening to the doctor's familiar complaints, Fang Zhiyu's eyebrows moved, with a smile on her face, and quietly hooked Xiao Junchen's fingers.

The latter approached gently, "Are you hungry?"

"It's not...... Is there any news from Zhang Lan?"

"Are you sick and still thinking about her?" Xiao Junchen wrinkled his eyebrows unhappily, and the personal doctor on the side trembled, silently staying away from him.

Fang Zhiyu was silent, lowered her head and didn't speak, her shoulders shrugged, Xiao Junchen's expression froze, and her cold eyebrows and eyes were dyed with panic.

He replied to Fang Zhiyu: "There is news that he died in an artificial lake in a park in the center of the city. ”

The bed curtain in the bedroom was opened, and the weather outside the window had gradually cleared, and the sun was shining on the carpet, but Fang Zhiyu couldn't feel a trace of warmth.

She raised her eyes in surprise, her face was clean, and there was no trace of crying.

"Dead, who found the body?"

"At six o'clock in the morning, there was an uncle who had a morning exercise, and then called the police. The media reported that it was a suicide. My people were unable to get in touch with Zhang Lan's body, and only took a few photos from a distance. ”

Fang Zhiyu rubbed her suddenly aching temples, keenly catching the loophole in Xiao Junchen's words, "How could the media get the news so early? It rained yesterday, and the park must have accumulated water this morning, so there are still people exercising in the morning in this case?"

"Knock knock" twice, the door was knocked on, and the next person came up with clear porridge.

"Eat something first. Xiao Junchen took the porridge, scooped up some with a spoon, and blew the hot air unfamiliarly.

"I'm not hungry now, where's my phone?" Fang Zhiyu was eager to know the whole story, and turned her face to look at the bedside table.

Xiao Junchen's raised hand didn't move, and his sword eyebrows twisted, "Eat something first." ”

"But...... Okay, then you give me your phone after I'm done. ”

Leaning on the head of the bed and eating porridge absentmindedly, Fang Zhiyu's mind kept turning, analyzing the conversation with Zhang Lan yesterday.

A coughing sound suddenly sounded in her ears, and she looked towards the source of the sound, and looked at the doctor's playful gaze.

He was wearing a white pullover sweatshirt, slightly loose jeans showed off his slender legs, and his delicate face was hung with gold-rimmed eyes, which at first glance looked like an underage high school student.

"Why does Madame look at me like this? I know I'm good-looking, but if I fall in love at first sight, I can't help it, Mr. Xiao will pick my skin. ”

Xiao Junchen's eyes drooped, and he scooped another spoonful of porridge and handed it to Fang Zhiyu's mouth, just blocking the words she was about to blurt out.

"Still not rolling?"

"I really saw it through, I threw it away when I used it, and I didn't even thank you. Madam, my name is Chen Ling, you can call me Ah Ling......"

"She doesn't like skinny chicken. ”

Fang Zhiyu almost didn't squirt out a mouthful of porridge, her face turned red with a choked cough, and she noticed Chen Ling who was frozen in place, and the corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Xiao Junchen put the bowl aside, patted her back gently, and swept at Chen Ling with cold eyes, "It's not enough to come and see." ”

"What's so nice about this, you're just overkill!" The man resisted weakly, walked to the side of the bed with a straight mouth, and asked her to bend over and pat again, "Hypocrisy." ”

Waiting for Fang Zhiyu to cough up the rice grain stuck in his throat, he withdrew his hand and yawned, suddenly remembered something, turned around and walked towards the door.

"I still have something to do, so I won't accompany my wife for fun, and we'll talk about it next time. ”

The door was closed, Chen Ling's casual expression was closed, and he walked quickly downstairs.

Xiao Qi had been waiting at the door for a long time, "Doctor Chen, Zhang Lan's body has now been collected by the police station, and we have no reason to borrow it." ”

"At this time, the benefits of the qualification certificate are reflected, you go back with me to get the forensic qualification certificate first, and then go to the police station. ”

"Forensic qualifications?"

Chen Ling looked at Xiao Qi's face that was about to speak and stopped, and smacked his tongue: "No wonder you can only be an assistant, if you want to have a high employment rate, I don't have to take a few more certificates." Don't use medical advice, as long as it is related to medicine, I have more or less a few certificates. ”

Now the media has determined that Zhang Lan committed suicide, and only by going to the police station to make an autopsy report can the group of brainless mouths be stopped.