Mo Chunshan dusted off the shoulder that she had just patted, and said without changing his face: "No need, I don't have a special physique that bothers you wherever you go, and I don't want to smell the smell of corpses during working hours." ”

He Wan'er suddenly remembered his pale face when he first saw Guan Xiao's corpse in the hot spring pool.

Thinking about it now, Mo Chunshan at that time couldn't hide the tension and fear in his eyes at all, but when she said that she asked him and Zheng Tongmin to go back to the scene of the crime to confirm some things, she didn't shirk it at all, and she did it so well, and found some things that she didn't even notice.

Ordinary people will inevitably have a sense of fear of corpses, not to mention that the corpse was half-cooked in the hot spring water of more than 60 degrees, and the smell of the scene was also very bad.

In all fairness, Mo Chunshan, a pampered and cleanliness person, can do this, which is very good.

He Wan'er was a little embarrassed, and wringed his fingers to apologize: "I'm sorry, you know I don't want to be with that person-"

"Yes," he replied without waiting for her to finish, "I don't worry about you being with him." ”

He Wan'er bit his lip, a little afraid to look at the soft light in his eyes, and suddenly heard the sound of someone closing the heavy wooden door of the villa from afar, and his eyebrows jumped.

"What's wrong?" Mo Chunshan kept looking down at her, of course noticing that her expression was wrong.

"It's nothing...... He Wan'er frowned involuntarily, "I just remembered something." ”

Seeing the doubts on her face, Mo Chunshan felt a little bored in his heart, and his voice couldn't help but sink a little: "What?"

"Yesterday, before you came back, I seemed to hear a knock on the door of the villa. He Wan'er said, "I was swimming at the time, and I didn't listen to it very much, but then I felt strange and came out of the pool to look at it, and I found that it was you who came back." ”

She was silent in her heart, and said firmly: "The sound of the door slamming on the door was about two or three minutes before you came back. ”

"Really?" Mo Chunshan stared slightly, and then stretched his brows, "Oh, I know, it should be Lao Zheng's housekeeper who has gone over." ”

"His butler, how can he have the key to our villa?" He Wan'er was very suspicious, "Even if there is, what is he going to do with us with white eyebrows?"

"Isn't it just because of that foot of mud? Lao Zheng asked him to go back and help me clean my shoes and socks, and after the housekeeper left, I found that my pants were dirty, so I walked back by myself. As for the keys, he is the chief manager, and he can open every villa. ”

Mo Chunshan explained, touched his chin and groaned slightly: "Yes, almost, he should have left two or three minutes earlier, and he might have been called back before he could get anything." ”

"Where can it be so coincidental? I was called back as soon as I opened the door?" He Wan'er still didn't believe it.

"Have you forgotten?" It happened that there was a security guard in a black suit and white shirt passing by downstairs, Mo Chunshan pointed to the pager pinned to the man's waist, "This is the standard configuration of the Zheng family's dog legs, without this thing, how can the retriever dogs quickly carry out the master's orders?"

"Why are you so vicious?" He Wan'er glanced at him, "People serve you before and after the saddle, why do you say that others are dogs." ”

Mo Chunshan stiffened his face: "Isn't a dog bad? ”

"Aristocrats?" He Wan'er was confused by him, "What kind of logic is this?"

"Isn't a single dog the legendary single aristocrat? Remove the word single, it can be seen that the dog is a nobleman. ”

It's rare to listen to him talk nonsense, and after He Wan'er was amused, he put aside the abnormal noise of the door that day, and immediately remembered that since he wanted to experience a private jet, he had to go back and pack his luggage quickly.

She hurriedly went back to the American-style villa where she lived, and turned around a little big, her hair floating in the air, passing in front of Mo Chunshan's eyes.

He took a deep breath and smelled the rose-like scent on the tips of her hair, as stubborn and soft as she did.

Mo Chunshan smiled and watched her push the door into the house, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

When her figure disappeared into the stairwell, he pulled the hand that had been inserted in his coat pocket, held it to his eyes, and slowly spread it out.

There was a faint layer of water in the palm of his hand, and his skin was slightly cold and sticky, and he couldn't stop shaking.

If he hadn't come back because of that mud at that time, would He Wan'er still be as fine as he is now?

Could it be that the corpse that fell with the waves in the water was hers?

With this thought, the distorted features of the corpse I had seen in the morning suddenly overlapped with a certain image in my memory.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his breathing was a little chaotic, and the corners of his forehead were the same as the palms of his hands, and cold sweat quickly broke out.

Mo Chunshan bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the pain that accompanied the fishy sweetness made his mind clear up a little in an instant.

He pushed the door into the house, followed her footsteps downstairs, and looked at the slender and persistent back in front of him, and the huge uneasiness in his heart finally dissipated a little.

On the route from Funan to Gyeongju, the sky is blue and the sun is shining.

The excitement of experiencing private jets for the first time dissipated in less than half an hour, He Wan'er was tired of seeing the scenery on the clouds, and just wanted to turn his head to chat with someone, but found that Mo Chunshan closed his eyes, and he didn't know whether he was closing his eyes to recuperate, or if he was already asleep.

Unable to find anyone to speak, she shrugged her shoulders, changed into a comfortable position, leaned into the wide, soft sofa, and closed her eyes.

Within a few minutes, she fell asleep groggily, while Mo Chunshan, who was opposite her, opened her eyes.

His face was a little pale, but his pupils were dark, and his gaze fell on hers, unwilling to move for a moment.

From now on, he can't let her out of sight for a moment, because he can't afford to lose.

On the first working day after returning to Gyeongju from Funan, He Wan'er found that there seemed to be two more people with Li Rujing's eyeliner that followed her, as long as she left the area of the newspaper building, those eyeliners would appear, and no matter where she went, she would keep a distance of less than ten meters from her, which was very difficult.

He Wan'er was very distressed, and felt that what was more unbearable than being followed was to pretend not to know about it.

At noon, it was time to have lunch with Mo Chunshan rain or shine, but before eleven o'clock, she received a call from Mo Chunshan, saying that the driver would pick her up and eat at Tongcheng Mansion at noon.

When He Waner received the call, he was a little embarrassed, and just wanted to say that he should forget it today, but he was already heard by Xiao Lei.

Xiao Lei threw a wink at her, and patted Pingchuan's chest: "The so-called chromophobia, if you don't see each other for a day, I understand." Go, go, I'll cover for you. ”

He Wan'er couldn't argue, so he had to go and ask Yu Wei'an for an hour off in fear.

Yu Wei'an didn't ask He Guaner why he asked for leave, and happily approved He Guan'er for leave, but after a few years of getting along, He Guaner could detect his absent-mindedness.

He Guan'er couldn't help but think about the situation he encountered on the day of the first five overtime, and speculated in his heart about what the current situation was between Yu Wei'an and Nie Yun.

Of course, she is not easy to ask, so she secretly hides this question and goes to deal with Big Mo first.

At twelve o'clock, on the twelfth floor of the Tongcheng Building, He Guaner took a close look at Mo Chunshan's office for the first time in an open and upright manner.

The furniture here is almost the same as half a year ago, but the curtains are half drawn, the light is a little dim, and Mo Chunshan looks at the projection on a wall and seems to be still working.

He Wan'er waited for him to finish reading, and also looked at the projection curiously, and found that it seemed to be the route of the Inner Ring Viaduct.

A few minutes later, Mo Chunshan turned off the projection and stood up, looked at her behind him, and said, "Let's go." ”

He Wan'er pointed to the place where the projection was placed just now and asked, "Inner Ring Road?"

"Yes," he nodded, smiling slightly, "It has just been completed and accepted, and it has not yet been opened to the public, but as a construction unit, I can take you on a trip tonight." ”

He Wan'er jumped up excitedly: "Will you really go up? Will you be coaxed down by the traffic police?"

"What do you say?" he was slightly dissatisfied, "even if I can't afford to buy a plane, it's difficult to take you around the inner ring now?"

He Wan'er was busy silencing, not daring to make the big guy unhappy again, and honestly followed him up to the garden restaurant on the top floor for lunch.

As for why He Wan'er was asked to come over for dinner, Mo Chunshan's reason was very strange.

The best leg of lamb from Inner Mongolia can't be wasted, only the chef he likes is qualified to cook the leg of lamb he fancies, and it just so happens that He Wan'er happens to be a foodie who he thinks is genuine, worthy of the sacrifice of this sheep.

He Wan'er didn't have time to blame him for dragging her from the east of the city to the south of the city for food, and a beautiful girl with a pear vortex brought a plate of bubbling lamb legs.

She swallowed her saliva, and no longer cared about accusing Mo Chunshan of arrogance and lasciviousness.

The leg of mutton is roasted crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the seasoning is just right, it will not be too spicy to make Mo Chunshan "can't help laughing", and it is just enough to suppress the faint smell of mutton, and the plateau small potatoes roasted with mutton are integrated into the taste of meat, which is extraordinarily fragrant and glutinous, and there are laughing mushrooms cut into flowers in the baking tray.

The food is on the appetite, she is extraordinary, but she didn't expect Mo Chunshan to have a big appetite, and she didn't say anything about the leg of mutton, after eating the meat, she asked for a small bowl of rice, and chewed slowly with the small mushrooms left in the baking dish.

He Wan'er had already eaten, and while he still had time, he held his chin and Mo Chunshan complained: "When will your aunt's eyeliner be able to call it a day?" I think it's really hard to pretend not to see them, and if it goes on like this, I'm afraid I'll be able to get the queen." ”

"A few more days, ten more days will be the wedding," Mo Chunshan took a small bite of rice and squinted his eyes with satisfaction, "Today's kitchen has a new Niigata rice, you taste it, what's the difference from usual?"

"What? Ten days? Didn't you say that there was still half a month?" He Wan'er opened his mouth in surprise, not noticing anything new and old, and asked Mo Chunshan, "You, you, you, why didn't you ask me in advance?"

"Ten days and half a month, is there a difference?" Mo Chunshan raised his eyes to look at her, "Anyway, it's just going through the motions, what are you afraid of?"

He Wan'er thought about it and felt that what Mo Chunshan said was also - since it is not a major life event, it doesn't matter if the time is a few days in advance, but it can get rid of the ubiquitous eyeliner as soon as possible.

At the moment, there are no objections.

At the end of the meal, He Waner was saying that it was time to return to the club, when Caijia suddenly came in a hurry.

She didn't care about the life principle of resolutely not being a light bulb, and stepped forward head-on: "Mr. Mo, Guan'er, Mr. Li came over and said that he had something to discuss with you." ”