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The policeman in charge of this case glanced at her meaningfully, and said with a smile: "What do you mean by this, it seems that there are other hidden secrets?" The taxi driver is still in the intensive care unit, and if he can get through the danger period, he will basically be able to figure out what is going on. Of course, it is not ruled out that it may have been deliberately done by the taxi driver, but this possibility is only 0.1 percent. It is understood that Lin Jian has been immigrating for more than ten years, and he has not returned to China during this period, saying that it is deliberately unlikely, and many people were injured in this car accident. It can only be said that the taxi driver violated the traffic rules and broke into the accident, no matter how you investigate, this is the result. Did the girl sin and watch too much? ”

Song Can pursed his lips and smiled, but didn't say much. It was raining outside the police station, she came out in a bit of a hurry, naturally she didn't bring an umbrella, and she did see signs of rain all the way, the wind was strong, and the dark clouds were overwhelming.

She stood at the door of the police station, looked up at the sky, the rain in winter, there were few thundershowers, looking at the posture, the rain would not stop for a while. Just as she was about to go back and borrow an umbrella from the police comrades, the sound of the car door closing suddenly sounded not far away, and then, a person appeared in the rain, Song Can glanced at it, unconsciously stopped, turned around, and saw Han Su holding an umbrella and coming this way, and on the other side, Lu Xiaojin had already walked in front of her, handed a folding umbrella to her, and said, "Sister Can, give you an umbrella, Jiang Shuo asked me to give it to you." ”

Seeing Lu Xiaojin's bright face, Song Can's heart sank inexplicably, these people were contaminated with memories of the past, and they were simply reminding her repeatedly of what happened half a year ago, she smiled slightly, reached out and took the umbrella she handed over, nodded, and said, "Thank you, I didn't expect you to be still in Qingcheng." ”

"Of course, as long as I leave Beijing, my father wants to get me back, and I want to be beautiful. Speaking of which, I would like to thank you, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would still be in Beijing now, locked up by my father. In this case, Jiang Shuo and I will really have no fun, and now Uncle Jiang's parents and aunts like Fang Lan very much, and they want Jiang Shuo to marry her wholeheartedly! Two days ago, I heard Jiang Shuo talking to his mother on the phone, and Aunt Jiang wanted him to drive me away! She said with an unhappy expression, a small mouth pouting slightly.

"Actually, it has nothing to do with me, the credit belongs to Han Su."

Speaking of Han Su, Lu Xiaojin secretly glanced at Song Can and asked cautiously, "Are you feeling better?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Han Su had already walked to their side, glanced at the umbrella in Song Can's hand, chuckled, and said, "Bai Run, it turns out that Jiang Shuo is also here." ”

The conversation between them was planned, Song Can glanced at him, his body was stained with a little rain, his face did not look good, a little pale, his lips were chapped, he frowned, turned his head sideways and raised his hand and coughed lightly. Lu Xiaojin glanced at them secretly, then laughed and said, "Then I'll go first, Jiang Shuo has been waiting in the car for a long time, goodbye." ”

"Hmm." Song Can responded and waved his hand at her, and in the next second, Lu Xiaojin rushed into the rain and ran all the way back to the car. Song Can turned sideways, through the rain curtain and the windshield, she seemed to be able to see Jiang Shuo in the car also looking at her. In the middle of the night, the car started up and drove in the other direction.

There was a low cough in his ears again, Song Can tightened the umbrella in his hand, glanced back at him, and said, "Let's go, since you are sick, why come out to suffer the wind." I'm not a child, so I can handle this little thing. She said, standing side by side with him.

Han Su snorted, couldn't help but cough sideways twice, didn't speak, opened the umbrella, and as soon as he raised it, Song Can grabbed his arm. He glanced at her with his peripheral vision, Song Can lowered his eyes, and still held the umbrella in his hand, looking calm and indifferent. Seeing that he didn't move, he tugged lightly, raised his eyes to look at him, and asked, "Why don't you leave?" ”

Then, the two walked to the car together, the rain was a little heavy, and when Song Can got into the car, a little rain fell into her neck, which was cold, causing her to shrink her neck unconsciously. There was a mole on the back of her neck, which was neither small nor too small on the small bone on the back of her neck. As soon as you look down, you can see it clearly, and there is a small purple mark on the side of the mole, which looks very ambiguous. Song Can reached out and touched his neck, obviously not knowing the existence of the purple trace, Han Su pursed his lips and smiled, raised his eyebrows slightly, and waited for her to sit down, then closed the car door.

On the way back, Han Su's cough seemed to be a little worse, and he coughed every few moments. Because in the same space, his cough was so strong, Song Can finally couldn't help but ask, "What did you do last night?" Aren't you okay when you leave? ”

"I didn't do anything, I went out to the sea with Zhou Yanqing. Halfway back, he broke down, and he competed with me to see who would go ashore first...... "Speaking of which, I also roughly know what the reason is, swimming in the winter, it's strange if you don't catch a cold."

Song Can turned his head and happened to see a large pharmacy, he didn't think much about it, he just reached out and grabbed his arm, "Pull over." ”

Han Su responded, turned on the turn signal, slowly pulled over, and reminded, "You can't park here." ”

"I know, you're waiting here, I'll be back soon." As she spoke, she unbuckled her seat belt, hurriedly got out of the car, hit the umbrella Jiang Shuo gave her, and rushed to the pharmacy quickly.

Han Su sat in the car, looked at her back sideways, and for a moment, he couldn't help but take out the cigarette case from the side, lit one, and couldn't help coughing before he started smoking. After thinking about it, I gave up and extinguished the cigarette butt. Leaning on the back of the chair and sitting for a while, he suddenly seemed to think of something, opened the door and got out of the car directly, without even taking an umbrella, and walked straight to the door of the pharmacy in the rain.

When he entered, Song Can was choosing cold medicine, and the clerk was introducing her, no matter what, her family was a pharmacist, and she still knew something about some medicines, ordinary cold medicine, that kind of effect was better, she still knew.

"Give me another box of Yuting." As soon as the words fell, she caught a glimpse of Han Su in her spare eye.

He was standing not far from her, his face pale with rain. At this time, the clerk began to push other brands of contraceptive pills to her, saying that the side effects are small and there is no harm to the body. Seeing Han Su, she also asked very enthusiastically, "What does Mr. need?" ”

Song Can inexplicably felt a little uncomfortable in his throat, coughed lowly, swallowed his saliva, and said, "I want this, don't want anything else, thank you." ”

The money for the medicine was paid by Han Su, including the box of contraceptive pills, and the bag was also held by him. Just walk away for a while, there will be traffic police copying cards, Han Su passed, didn't say much, waited for the traffic police to write the ticket, took it and got into the car, left.

The ticket was thrown aside by him at will, obviously not impressed, Song Can folded his hands on his lap, glanced at the ticket with his spare eyes, and said: "Actually, I just told the police comrade that this ticket can not be eaten." ”

"I don't care." He responded coldly, his voice a little hoarse, and he couldn't help coughing twice after speaking.

When Song Can saw his appearance, she didn't say much, the car suddenly accelerated, she was stunned for a moment, but she was also very calm. When he got home, Han Su took off his coat and went back to the room and didn't come out again, and he also took the medicine in, Aunt Zhao hadn't come back yet, and there were still only two of them at home. Song Can sat in the living room, and after more than ten minutes, he went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot boiling water, knocked on the door of the master bedroom, and the curtains were drawn very tightly, but the light at the door was still on.

The temperature of the heating is a bit high, and this heat will make people feel uncomfortable. And there was a strong smell of smoke in the air, and when she entered, she saw Han Su sitting on the bed, and the little orange-red light between her fingers flickered and flickered. The whole room was dark, and she stood at the end of the bed, unable to see Han Su's face clearly.

"All this and still smoking? Can the throat stand it? ”

Han Su ignored her, and when Song Can put the water cup on the bedside table, he easily removed the cigarette butt in his hand and extinguished it in the ashtray. She turned on the bedside lamp, swept her eyes around, saw the bag he threw in the corner, took out several cold medicines in it, and first reached out to probe the temperature on his forehead, which was not as serious as she imagined, but it was still a little burning. Fortunately, she came with a piece of antipyretics.

Divide the medicine and put it on the head of the bed, and say, "Take the medicine and go to sleep." The cough is so bad, do you still want to go to the exhibition in the evening? ”

He looked sideways at the medicine she had distributed, glanced at Song Can meaningfully, swallowed the medicine one by one, and said, "It's not serious, I said I was going to go, even if it was a scene, I had to go around." ”

Song Can nodded his head, "Then you rest, I'll call you at five o'clock." ”

The words fell, Song Can didn't turn around, his hands were grasped by him, and with a little force, he pulled her in front of him, the box of contraceptives in Song Can's hand was pinched by him like this, and it was pinched flat, and the corner of the box was a little painful across the palm. He raised his hand and took the medicine box in her palm, glanced at it, smiled slightly, and said, "Don't worry, sleep with me, it's too late to eat again." ”

"I'm not sleepy." She frowned.

"I'm asking you to stay with me, not for you to sleep." As he spoke, he pulled her to the front with a little more force, and he smiled slightly, looked up into her eyes, and said, "Come up." ”

Song Can looked at him motionless, his lips were tightly pursed, his hands were firmly held by him, and the box of contraceptive pills was placed on the other side by him. Song Can was still hesitating, but Han Su let go of his hand with a smile, hugged her waist instead, pulled her directly onto the bed, hugged her in his arms, attached warm lips to her ears, and said with a smile: "I know you won't resist, you won't resist no matter what you do now, even if you are disgusted with all this in your heart, you won't." ”

His warm breath sprayed in her cochlea, and his lips touched her ears as if they were nothing, making Song Can feel very uncomfortable, unconsciously lowered his head, and struggled slightly, but he hugged it very tightly and had no intention of breaking free. He raised his hand and looked at his watch, and said, "It's half past three, I can only rest for an hour and a half at most, and there are no longer a few people who have to socialize at night, do you still plan to make such a fuss and affect my rest time?" ”

Song Can tilted his head slightly, glanced at him with his peripheral vision, never spoke, and finally just followed his wishes, lay down, and turned off the light with his hand. He still held her and didn't let go, treating her as a large pillow, lying down for a while, even pressing his feet on her. I don't know how long it took, Han Su suddenly forcibly broke her body, made her face him, and slowly leaned over to kiss her on the lips.

When he came over, Song Can reflexively avoided it, and the whole person kept dodging back, putting his hands on his chest, not letting him get close. As a result, he avoided it twice, and his hand was on the back of her head, forcibly pressing her towards him, and then kissing her on the lips. It felt like a dream, and after kissing, he wrapped her in his arms, tightly, as if he wanted to melt her into his own flesh and blood.

The heating in the room was already high, the temperature on his body was also a little high, and the two of them were still covered with quilts, Song Can was held by him like this, and suddenly sweated, and she even suspected that if it was a little longer, she might have prickly heat on her body, and it would be hot.

Later, I don't know if it was because it was too hot or what, inexplicably even Song Can squinted for a while, and when she suddenly woke up, Han Su had already gotten up and had already come out of the bathroom after taking a shower. Seeing her wake up, he chuckled and said, "Awake? ”

The room was quite bright, the curtains were opened, and the overhead light was on, Song Can was in a trance, his cheeks were slightly red, his forehead was covered with a layer of fine sweat, his throat was dry, he swallowed his saliva with difficulty, nodded, didn't speak, just raised his hand and knocked his forehead twice, and got out of bed.

Han Su took a box from the cabinet on the side, put it on the bed, raised his chin, and said, "Look at the ordered clothes, like it or not." ”

Song Can obediently took the lid and looked at it, nodded, and said, "I like it." Her attitude was obviously perfunctory, yes, she didn't care about any of this, and after coping, she went to the bathroom to take a shower, and when she was ready, it was almost half past five. The dress is a shape-fitting long skirt that fits perfectly.

She wore this dress, and she also cooked porridge for him herself, and the two of them served as filling their stomachs. At five forty, the two of them went out, the rain was still falling, it was already dark, Song Can was still a little cold wrapped in his coat, and the car window was covered with raindrops, and when he saw it, everything was wet. Song Can didn't like such a rainy day very much, it was cloudy and cold, and it was very uncomfortable, and his heart was a little stuffy, and he felt a faint pain.

The car met a red light and stopped, Han Su coughed twice, and Song Can suddenly seemed to remember something, took out a packet of throat lozenges from his pocket, handed it to him, and said, "Take one when you are uncomfortable, it will feel better." ”

Han Su glanced at it, smiled lightly, and reached out to take it, "Very thoughtful, more considerate than before." What he said had a deep meaning, playing with throat lozenges between his fingers and a light smile on his lips.

Song Can didn't say anything, only smiled faintly, and then turned his head and continued to look out the window.

"What are your plans now?" He put the throat lozenges in his pocket, glanced sideways at her, and asked.

She shrugged her shoulders and smiled, "I haven't thought about it yet." "In other words, I won't tell you if I've thought about it.

Han Su nodded and didn't ask any further. This is a private exhibition, and the venue is naturally private, but although it is private, the media also gathered, and the people who came were all prominent figures in the business world. Song Can originally held Han Su's arm, but after taking two steps, he changed it to holding hands and hugging his waist. The smile on his face was unusually gentle, as was the look in the eyes that looked at her.

The flash kept turning on, Song Can smiled naturally at those cameras, and after taking the photos, they entered the private hall, and there were special people leading them upstairs, Song Can took off his clothes and handed them to the staff, there were a few reporters at the door of the exhibition hall, the stalls of these media should be higher than the group outside, Song Can glanced at the work card hanging around their necks, and it was clear. The appearance of the two of them is obviously a big surprise for this group of media people, but it's a pity that you can't ask private questions here, otherwise the two of them wouldn't have thought about watching the exhibition well.

The person who organizes this exhibition is also a leading figure in the business world, and the Ji Consortium has a long-term cooperative relationship with SC, and if he can receive an invitation letter, his status in Qingcheng must not be low. Although the exhibition is boring, this kind of exhibition is a manifestation of status, and it is inevitable to attend, and for the current Han Su, he should attend even more, which also proves that his status is still there and he has not been beaten. This also indicates that he is about to return to SC, and it can be regarded as an indirect clarification of the previous rumors, whether it is for Han Su or Song Can, as long as the two of them appear in the camera together, this shows that the remarks in the online magazine are all false.

The art exhibition is divided into a painting exhibition and a pottery exhibition, it is said that the grandson of the old man Ji spent tens of millions of dollars in foreign countries to shoot an antique for him back, the things of the Qing Dynasty, as for the authenticity, it varies from person to person. Song Can and Han Su went to see the art exhibition first, there are all kinds of Chinese painting oil paintings, Song Can is a person with no artistic cells, after watching for a long time, she didn't see a flower, some abstract paintings, she couldn't understand them at all.

Turning a corner, Song Can saw the character sketch hanging on the corner, and couldn't help but stop, she understood this and understood it very clearly. Smiling slightly, he turned his head to look at Han Su, raised his hand and pointed at the painting, and asked, "Do you think it looks familiar?" ”

It was just a silhouette, in fact, the cheeks were very blurry, and the person who painted it only used a few strokes to outline the facial lines, but Song Can felt that it was very similar, very similar. Very much like Han Su, she thought that this should be Han Su, when she was about to walk over, a figure flashed, a woman with her hands on her chest, standing in front of the painting with a light smile, her smile was so satisfied.

Song Can's heart pounded, squeezed Han Su's hand, and unconsciously tightened.

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