After relieving for a while, Han Jiachen called out tentatively: "Chao Huan? ”

"Chaohuan?"

……

For a moment, Lu Qingfeng didn't react, Han Jiachen couldn't bear to reach out to push, so he started the car, turned around and drove into the traffic.

Twenty minutes later, he parked the car in the underground parking lot, turned off the fire, pushed the door and got out of the car without hesitation, he bypassed the front of the car, opened the door on Lu Qingfeng's side, bent down, and carefully picked up Lu Qingfeng and walked to the elevator.

The elevator went up quickly, Han Jiachen raised his eyes and looked at the red numbers that kept jumping, and an indescribable feeling arose in his heart, the woman in his arms may be thin, so that he didn't feel the weight on his arms, he took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and just as the elevator door opened, he stepped out, entered his fingerprints, and unscrewed the security door.

The sun is about to set, and the crimson clouds stain the sky red, but fortunately, the floor-to-ceiling windows are huge, and the red halo can be cast in, adding a touch of warmth to the house.

He didn't stay in the living room, he directly carried Lu Qingfeng into the bedroom, put down Lu Qingfeng, he was just about to turn around, his wrist was suddenly pulled, he thought Lu Qingfeng was awake, and turned back a little nervously, but Lu Qingfeng just frowned, and a few words overflowed unconsciously in his mouth, he couldn't hear clearly, so he half-squatted down and put his ear closer, and asked seriously: "Chaohuan, what did you say?" ”

Lu ...... Gui Nan, I'm good...... It's uncomfortable."

"Lu Guinan, what the hell are you...... When will you think of me? ”

"Do you know I'm dying?" Lu Qingfeng spit out these words intermittently, and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, one after another, like pearls with broken threads.

"I know". Han Jiachen pulled the corners of his mouth bitterly, he covered Lu Qingfeng's hand and comforted him softly.

"Don't worry, I will definitely protect you".

Hearing this, Lu Qingfeng's eyebrows gradually stretched, but he didn't let go of his hand, Han Jiachen was still half-squatting, he stared at Lu Qingfeng's pale little face for a while, and then looked up at the window, with a touch of worry between his eyebrows.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Qingfeng finally turned over, Han Jiachen stood up with difficulty on his knees, he folded the quilt for Lu Qingfeng, and limped out of the bedroom.

He walked over slowly, hesitated for a moment, and then opened Lu Qingfeng's purse, and took out her mobile phone from it, the mobile phone screen was on, and a string of numbers scrolled back and forth, and the remark name was "little girl".

Han Jiachen frowned, his thumb stayed on the answer button, but he hesitated, at the same time, the other party finally stopped being obsessed, the interface changed instantly, and at the same time, there was an icon to remind that there was a total of a call, all from the same person.

The screen was about to darken, Han Jiachen noticed the wallpaper, he had seen the man at a glance, but because of the consideration in his heart, he didn't see his eyebrows clearly, at this moment, at a glance, it was a little dwarfed, he really couldn't compare, whether it was skin or ability.

But what really happened between them? So much so that Lu Qingfeng has fallen to this point, and he is only one more breath of life than a dead man.

After thinking about it for a while, Han Jiachen put down his mobile phone, he went into the bathroom and took a hot towel out, wiped Lu Qingfeng's face carefully, and then pushed open the door of the study, he sat down in front of the computer, waiting for the time to turn on, he pondered for a while, and then thought of searching for local news in recent days.

Sure enough, after looking at it for a while, he was attracted by one of the missing person notices, but this is not looking for missing persons, but looking for eyewitnesses, and the text of the chief of Yong introduced the approximate location and the basic information of the victim, and finally attached a headshot of a middle-aged man.

Maybe he remembered Yin Daqiang too deeply, Han Jiachen recognized the man in the photo as Yin Daqiang almost at a glance, so he frowned, clasped his hands together and supported his chin.

Yin Daqiang is indeed dead, Lu Qingfeng's words were indirectly confirmed, Han Jiachen stared at the computer screen for a long time before he searched for specific details about this case, and even saw a few photos of the scene, in which Yin Daqiang fell in a pool of blood, his eyes widened, and his expression seemed to be unwilling.

With the facts in front of him, Han Jiachen's heart seemed to be dripping blood, he couldn't imagine under what circumstances a weak woman like Lu Qingfeng could kill Yin Daqiang, and how desperate she must have been at that time to make such a ruthless move.

Turning off the computer, Han Jiachen leaned back in his chair, his eyes staring at the ceiling vacantly, his thoughts flying.

As night fell, the stars replaced the setting sun, and the study was pitch black, with only a little scarlet fire.

Han Jiachen had a cigarette between his fingers, and he took a puff from time to time, and the smoke dispersed.

Hearing a noise outside the door, Han Jiachen couldn't put out the cigarette butt, hurriedly got up and walked out, the living room was not lit, the moonlight was pale, reflected on the ground, barely becoming a light source.

"Where am I?" Lu Qingfeng had a splitting headache, she leaned against the door frame, and her voice was ethereal.

"This is my home". Han Jiachen replied, walked to the entrance and turned on the light, the light was too warm, Lu Qingfeng was not used to it for a while, his eyes narrowed, and after a moment, he lowered his eyes.

"Oh".

"Can you give me a glass of water?" Lu Qingfeng felt that there was still a spicy taste in her mouth, she frowned, and slowly walked to the sofa and sat down.

"Good". Han Jiachen was a little at a loss, he answered, turned around and walked into the kitchen, extinguished the cigarette first, and then took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, and intimately unscrewed the lid.

"Thank you". Lu Qingfeng's voice was a little hoarse, she took the mineral spring, raised her head and drank half a bottle in one breath before stopping.

"Sorry for the trouble." Lu Qingfeng held the remaining half bottle of water, thought about it, and asked again: "After I got drunk, I didn't say nonsense, right?" ”

Han Jiachen shook his head and did not answer.

"That's good". Lu Qingfeng muttered a sentence before standing up on the armrest of the sofa: "It's too late, I should go back."

"Hmm". Han Jiachen didn't keep it, and being alone in the same room is a burden for everyone.

"I'll send you back".

"No need". Lu Qingfeng waved his hand, pushed the door and walked out.

"Well, then you slow down". Han Jiachen instructed again.

"Hmm". Lu Qingfeng turned around and took two steps, and Han Jiachen caught up again.

"You don't have to worry about that, I'll help you out." Lu Qingfeng had already stepped onto the elevator before Han Jiachen said this, she frowned, because of alcohol, she didn't understand the meaning of Han Jiachen's words for a while, so she reluctantly pulled the corners of her mouth.

Han Jiachen stood at the elevator door, he watched the red numbers keep jumping, and the thoughts in his heart became more firm.

Out of the elevator, Lu Qingfeng took a lot of effort to find her car, she approached with vague steps, and used some strength to open the door.

She leaned back in her chair and slowed down before pulling her phone out of her purse, and sure enough, the screen showed several missed calls, and she hesitated for a moment before dialing back.

After two busy sounds, He Jinghuan's voice came from the earpiece, with a slight cry: "Little aunt, why haven't you come back?" ”

One sentence contains worry and blame, which makes Lu Qingfeng's heart warm.

"I'll go back."

"Okay, then I'll go home and wait for you, what do you want to eat?"

"What do you have to eat?" At this time, Lu Qingfeng was really hungry, she stroked her empty stomach, and wanted to go back quickly.

"Okay, then you slow down and stay safe". He Jinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, and her tone was much lighter.

"Got it".

cut off the phone, He Jinghuan came out of the room, Lu Huarong was sitting on the sofa staring at the TV screen, seeing her mobile phone holding the phone, she asked in a weird way: "Who else is still calling and mysterious?" ”

"It's Xiao Xu". He Jinghuan's eyes dodged, and she turned her head to see that He Yunwei had already brought the food to the table, and just wanted to say something, but Lu Huarong took the lead: "Then when will he come back?" ”

"He'll have to wait a while."

"That's right, Dad, you put our meal in a lunch box, and I'll take it back to eat directly, and Xiao Xu also saves running back and forth."

"Dead girl, you know that you feel sorry for your husband, and it is really the water spilled by the married daughter." Lu Huarong pursed his lips.