Chapter 31: Unread Emails
She was emotionally moved for him, Mu Ziqian was in a happy mood, her good-looking lips were raised, and the tip of her tongue traced her small ear, "Be quiet, ......"
Qiu Jinghao's ears were hot, and her body deliberately broke free from it, "...... Yes, if you have something to say, just say it. ”
She was so embarrassed that she stammered.
The man's hands were slender and powerful, and they swam like a fish on her......
At that time, his body had been controlled by his subtle flirting methods, Qiu Jing's good face was like the sunset after the summer rain, and she was crimson, she shouted warmly: "Mu Ziqian-" His eyes were big, and the tail note rushed into the man's ears, he put the person flat on the bed, and the person turned over and overturned......
This night, she was trained by him to whimper like a cat, and finally cried in his arms, her moist eyes made her look even more attractive, and Mu Ziqian was out of control and endlessly demanding.
At three o'clock in the morning, Qiu Jing was woken up by the sound of rain, she propped herself up and looked at the shadows of the swaying trees outside the window, the raindrops crackled and slapped the glass, the window opened a little gap, the rain blew in and the wind blew in, a trace of coolness swept on the skin, Qiu Jing got up and prepared to close the window.
As soon as she sat up, the person behind her grabbed her waist and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where are you going?"
Qiu Jing turned around, "Close the window, it's raining." ”
Through the hazy moonlight, Qiu Jing saw Mu Ziqian's sleepy eyes, and then he let go of his hand, and the person fell asleep again.
She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and when she went to the window to close the window, a thought suddenly flashed in her mind, and she slowly looked towards the bed, and then moved to the position of the dressing table.
Taking a deep breath, he took the fingerprints in his makeup bag in his hands and lay back on the bed, afraid that he would find out that the fingerprints were stuffed under the pillow by her.
Time passed in the hourglass, and Qiu Jing spent a long hour, and after confirming that Mu Ziqian was asleep, he reached under the pillow and took out his fingerprints.
She would stop for a few seconds every time she moved, to see if Mu Ziqian had woken up, and his cautious personality made her have to be more careful.
Holding her breath as she opened the box, on which were layers of paper, she rested on his right arm, and the man's left hand rested on her waist.
Qiu Jinghao began to collect the first fingerprints, starting with the thumb, the movements were fast, and she didn't want to be discovered by him.
Then collect the fingerprints of his left hand, encountered some problems, his hand was placed on her waist, it was inconvenient to collect, she pinched his wrist slowly and slowly lifted, and then put it in the heart, as a result, the man's palm just covered her chest, Xu is the conditioned reflex action of his hand, the moment he touched it, he began to rub it a few times unscrupulously, Qiu Jing was so frightened that her scalp was numb, and her fingerprint almost fell off.
Qiu Jing waited in the dark for a few minutes, his hand didn't move, and then he relaxed his grip.
She began to press his fingers to his fingerprints one by one, until the last little finger was finished, and she carefully hid the fingerprint box under the bed.
Worried that Mu Ziqian would find out, Qiu Jinghao didn't sleep well until the early hours of the morning, and after surviving the middle of the night in a daze, the morning light finally came.
While eating breakfast, Mu Ziqian sat opposite her, "Did you have insomnia last night?"
Qiu Jing put down her chopsticks, dizzy, "A little." ”
When she got up, she looked at the panda eyes in the mirror and was also startled, but when she thought about the death and resurrection that he tossed in the first half of the night, and the second half of the night she stole fingerprints in fear, staring at the dawn, it is not strange to have dark circles under her eyes. It wasn't until Mu Ziqian went to the morning exercise that she put her fingerprints back in her makeup bag and returned to bed to continue sleeping.
"Finish breakfast and go to bed. Mu Ziqian put down the dishes and chopsticks, took a tissue and printed the corner of his lips, "I'm going to work." Walking over, rubbing the top of her head, the combed hair was messy, Qiu Jinghao frowned and waved his hand away, and then watched the man walk out of the restaurant with a happy face, she watched him leave, and lowered her head to continue eating.
Outside the villa, there was the sound of a car leaving, and Qiu Jinghao saw Yinmei leave through the window.
She put down the dishes and chopsticks, went straight upstairs, almost trotted to the dressing table, opened the makeup bag and saw the fingerprints disguised as a makeup box, and her heart was steady.
After combing her hair again, Qiu Jing asked the housekeeper to inform the madman to pick her up and take her to Andy.
When they arrived at the hotel, the madman followed her into Andy's room, still standing in the same corner, like air that made people ignore his presence.
Because it is the last party, it is easy for people's subconscious to subjectively set it as the murderer through the elimination method, Andy is worried about this problem, so he borrowed a video from Officer Zhao to ask Zuo Songyuan, the two sat in front of the notebook, watching the questioning process intently, and when he answered every question, the expression on his face would be magnified and then carefully studied.
The morning passed quickly, lunch was a takeaway called by Qiu Jinghao, they were often too busy with work to go to the restaurant to eat, so they called takeout to eat in the office, the madman called the dishes from a local private restaurant in the city, and when it was delivered to the guest room, Qiu Jinghao and Andy smelled the aroma of the food and their saliva was about to flow out.
"Crazy man, come and eat together. Qiu Jing greeted the people in the corner.
The madman smiled shyly, "No, you can eat." ”
Do not drink water or eat during the mission to prevent losing people because of going to the toilet.
Qiu Jinghao took out chopsticks from the lunch box again, put them on the table, and walked over, "Will I pull you over to eat?"
The madman's embarrassed expression, "No. ”
Qiu Jing pointed her chin towards the bathroom, "Go wash your hands and eat." ”
The madman looked at her, raised his feet and walked towards the bathroom, washed his hands and sat at the table, Qiu Jinghao threw the mess on the table into the paper basket.
She lowered her head and said calmly, "It's full." ”
Tying the black bag in the paper basket, he carried it and prepared to go out of the door, and the madman hurriedly said, "I'll go." ”
Qiu Jinghao smiled slightly, "Put it at the door, and the cleaning will come to pick it up." ”
The madman got out of the way, Qiu Jing opened the door, put the garbage bag at the door, and closed the door with his hand.
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After lunch, Qiu Jing took advantage of the time to go to the toilet to take the long-acting contraceptive, Mu Ziqian did it every night, and did not take any measures, it was a matter of time before she became pregnant, and now a pill can be regarded as solving her worries.
The fingerprints were also safely delivered to the other party by her, as long as the mysterious person finished the fingerprints, she took advantage of Mu Ziqian's absence, went to the study to open the dark room, and got the things and videos inside, everything would be over.
When he left the Hill Hotel, it was almost half past five, and Mu Ziqian didn't seem to have gotten off work when the car arrived at Nanfeng Garden.
Back in the villa, Qiu Jinghao leaned against the window and clicked on the mailbox on her mobile phone, there was an unread email, and the address was sent by Stefan.
The letters are short, and she and Stefan's writing habits are short and concise, with the following content:
Three days later, there is a show in Guohua City, and I will take Mingjin with me, can I meet him?