On the twelfth floor of Tongcheng Building, Cai Jia knocked lightly on the door of Mo Chunshan's office, and after hearing Mo Chunshan's answer inside, he pushed the door and entered.

"Mr. Mo, the photographer has already passed the whole set of wedding photos to me, I have selected some, do you need to look at them?"

"Just look at it. He replied lightly, without raising his head.

Cai Jiajia replied and asked, "Do you need to save the original photo?"

"No, I don't. He continued, but stopped Caijia when she was about to leave.

Mo Chunshan pondered for a few seconds: "Give me the ones you took later." ”

Cai Jia was stunned, and immediately understood what he meant - don't PS the ones, leave him and He Wan'er to shoot in the studio that day.

A few minutes later, on the hard drive of Mo Chunshan's computer, there was an extra folder named "Xiao", which contained hundreds of photos of that day.

It's all the original pictures taken by the little fat man that day without PS, and He Waner in the photo looks a little fatter than the real person.

She in the photo is her, and she doesn't exactly look like her, but it's just right, not as thin as a real person, which makes him feel a little distressed, although the collarbone and side face are beautiful, but the waist is too thin.

The makeup artist I found that day was also a leader in the industry, and he was very good at highlighting He Waner's advantages, and did not highlight her gorgeousness with heavy colors, but painted elegantly and plainly, so the black hair lined the skin with extraordinarily fair skin, and the eyebrows were as delicate as picturesque, so sweet that there was no trace of aggressiveness.

Both men and women probably prefer such a docile and elegant beauty. But for Mo Chunshan, He Guaner's flamboyant recklessness and the wonderful combination of pure and charming are the great temptation.

He breathed as the image of that day reappeared in his mind.

She was stunned by that sentence at that time, and there seemed to be a ripple in her eyes, and that small tear mole added a bit of ignorance and temptation, making him almost have the urge to take her into his arms.

Fortunately, there were others present at that time, which made him a little more clear.

For the first time since his birth, he has realized that the impulse of affection between men and women is stronger than any other emotion, and that it is unreasonable and direct and barbaric, and that no reason can stop it.

Suddenly, I remembered the voice message I heard on Gu Nian's mobile phone that day.

He Wan'er poured out on a whim, he also listened on a whim, and the content of those confessions shook him like thunder, so the bond between the two was unprecedentedly deep, and even faintly spread in the direction of fifteen years ago.

For a while, Mo Chunshan's mind was chaotic, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he subconsciously picked up the phone and dialed her number.

It wasn't until I got through the phone that I realized that there seemed to be no reason to look for her, and I don't know what to say after the phone was connected. The next second, he was relieved - whatever he wanted, just say anything, and being able to hear her voice can make him feel a little happier.

However, the phone rang for half a minute, but no one answered.

Mo Chunshan pressed the hang up button, thought for a few seconds, dialed Meng Qianyang's mobile phone again, and asked, "Where did He Guan'er go?"

Meng Qianyang quickly replied to him: "In the villa area of Xiangxue Haishan, I checked, it is the home of her teacher Bai Tinghai, boss, don't worry, it's safe there." ”

"Bai Tinghai?" The ravine between Mo Chunshan's eyebrows was even worse.

This name is very familiar, it seems that He Guan'er was a teacher in college, and after the development of Gyeongju, he promoted He Guan'er a lot, and also helped He Guaner find another ideal career after He Guaner lost the opportunity to join the criminal police team.

As for Xiangxue Haishan, when he heard Meng Qianyang say it, he remembered that when he went out in the morning, it seemed that He Wan'er had told him that he had made other arrangements not to have dinner together in the evening.

Mo Chunshan's fingers tapped on the tabletop, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and asked Meng Qianyang on the phone: "How are the several cases of He Guan'er in college being investigated so far? Is the murder of the girl related to the teacher at school?"

Meng Qianyang understood what he was worried about, and immediately replied: "Time is too long, He Guan'er had six girls in a bedroom at that time, and there are three who are currently healthy, except for her and one person overseas, there is only one person who has committed intentional homicide and has not yet been released from prison." I've already asked someone to see if I can connect with her. ”

Mo Chunshan didn't make a sound, and hung up the phone.

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to clarify some chaotic thoughts, but he couldn't calm down, and even an inexplicable uneasiness surged in his heart.

The decision was made in just a second, and he once again picked up the phone to inform Meng Qianyang: "Prepare the car, I want to go to Xiangxue Haishan." ”

The altitude of Xiangxue Seamount is two or three hundred meters higher than that of Gyeongju City, and the surrounding jungle makes the temperature much lower than that of the urban area.

There are few farmers in the hundreds of acres of mountains, cold and deserted, the land is vast and sparsely populated, there is a small stream under the mountain, such as a silver ribbon wrapped around the foot of the mountain, clear and translucent, more than ten years ago, someone had a unique eye to see the tranquility here, so a series of development made this mountain more than a dozen high-end villa areas, the selling point of the opening of the year was what was the sufficient negative oxygen ion and summer recuperation.

Therefore, Xiangxue Haesan is usually the favored summer resort of the rich people in Gyeongju, once it is autumn, the residents in the mountains will be much less, and after the winter, a large area of the mountain is often shrouded in dense fog, wet and cold, so it is even more depressed, often a villa area is only a few households.

As a result, there are hundreds of families who buy villas here, but few people still live here in winter.

Bai Tinghai is such an outlier who still lives in the Xiangxue Sea and Mountains in winter.

He Guanersheng was lively, and she couldn't understand Bai Tinghai's initiative to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city, until she had more experience of hiding in Xiangxuehai and mountains after encountering troubles, and she felt that it was good to be secluded and secluded.

Presumably, Mr. Bai has been cooking oil for most of his life, and finally returned to the basics, so he loves a quiet place even more.

The villa on Xiang Xuehai's side has always been open at half past six and is very punctual, which is also related to the habit that Bai Tinghai has formed under militarized management for most of his life.

However, after a Spring Festival, Bai Tinghai has changed a lot, and when He Guaner first saw him, he almost couldn't believe her eyes.

He lost a lot of weight, his complexion was dull and saggy, and his eyes were deeply sunken, because of the flu in winter, Bai Tinghai was still infected.

Because of the necrosis of the femoral head, Bai Tinghai's condition has been deteriorating since the beginning of autumn, and it has been very difficult to walk after winter, let alone climb stairs. Years ago, his bedroom was moved from the second floor to the first floor for the convenience of living.

As a result, the mountain was too humid and cold, and he was entangled in influenza not long after he moved down, and it also caused bronchitis after a long time of treatment.