What hand-holding?!

People are just checking the pulse!!

Deer Weiwei you are enough!

That's enough! Why do you want to be amorous?!

…… No, you can't blame me! Isn't it good to be a prosecutor? What do you do to learn from the old Chinese medicine to take the pulse!!

Pulling his hair hard with both hands, hitting the wall can't calm the crazy emotions, fortunately I didn't say anything wrong in front of him, otherwise I would really be shameless!

"Weiwei." Lin Chen outside knocked on the bathroom door.

The deer's movements stagnated slightly, and he looked up at himself in the mirror - he didn't take off his clothes, so he was neatly dressed, and his hairstyle, although messy, was also in line with the image of preparing for a bath.

She took a deep breath and brushed her hair from the side of her face, then opened the bathroom door, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

Lin Chen stared at her suspiciously: "What's wrong with your head?" ”

The deer was slightly stunned, and then covered his red forehead, "...... Probably a bag bitten by a mosquito. ”

Lin Chen frowned and looked at her again, "You forgot to take the bath towel." ”

On the shelves outside the bathroom, bath towels and toiletries are arranged.

Just now the master was going to repair the sewer in the bathroom, and the deer was slightly afraid of soiling these things, so he deliberately put them outside, and now he rushed in to take a bath, but forgot to take anything.

I didn't even prepare a change of clothes.

Thankfully, it's still in time......

Otherwise, after she finishes taking a shower for a while, do you want Prosecutor Lin to hand her a bath towel?

Can't think about it anymore.

"Thank you, Inspector Lin." Lu thanked him in a low voice and moved the toiletries to the bathroom......

When he was about to close the door, Lin Chen suddenly pressed the door panel.

Lu's heart trembled slightly, and he looked up at him innocently.

"I don't usually care much about titles." Lin Chen stood at the door of the bathroom and said, "It doesn't matter if Mr. Lin, Inspector Lin, or call him by his name. However, when there are outsiders, you remember to call me brother, otherwise it is difficult to explain the cohabitation of men and women, and it will be a bit troublesome for people to know your identity. ”

It turned out that he was going to say this, and I almost thought he was going to take a bath too......

Lu nodded slightly obediently: "Well, I remember." ”

Lin Chen stepped back a little, and she closed the bathroom door.

Unscrewed the faucet, the sound of rushing water filled the surroundings, and the deer's slightly tense nerves finally relaxed, and she let out a long breath......

However, the thought of calling him brother in the future made me feel a burden......

……

At dinner, there was no fire in the kitchen at home, so Lin Chen ordered takeout.

There are spicy chicken, sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed taro and stir-fried cabbage, which are all dishes that Lu Weiwei loves to eat.

Lu sat at the dining table slightly, and glanced at Lin Chen with a complicated mood.

Lin Chen was fiddling with the spicy chicken in the lunch box with chopsticks, he frowned, and seemed to be dissatisfied with the fact that he only saw spicy chicken in the dish in front of him.

The deer silently withdrew his gaze slightly, lowered his head and pulled the rice in the bowl.

She secretly warned herself: Don't think nonsense!

Living together is to facilitate the investigation of cases;

Paying for repairs is out of gentlemanliness;

Taking the pulse is out of kindness and care;

As for buying her favorite dishes, maybe it's because ...... He also happens to love to eat?

In short, stop thinking nonsense!

His goodness is just a politeness, a coincidence, don't mistake him for you!

Don't be sentimental, don't be self-righteous, and don't believe in what is predestined! - How can such a good thing be in the world? When he was helpless and desperate, he happened to have a true destiny from heaven, and his life became happy and happy from then on.

Lu Weiwei, you are seventeen years old, not a seven-year-old girl who is addicted to fairy tales.

The thoughts in my heart are mixed into a mess, and I don't know what the food tastes like when I eat it in my mouth. Sleeping at night, the deer had insomnia as a matter of course.

She didn't want to be a superficial nymphomaniac, but Lin Chen meant too much to her.

How many sleepless nights have I tossed and turned, and I can't help but think: If Lin Chen is here, Dad's case ...... Is there a turnaround?