My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

When I walked out of Jingtai Building, it was late at night, but reporters were still surrounded by the door. Seeing them coming out, they rushed up and surrounded her, and all kinds of long guns and short guns came in front of her.

"Miss Lin, Miss Lin, say a few words."

"Miss Lin, Miss Lin..."

The crowd pushed each other, leaning towards her.

Lin was tired of walking, maybe because she just cried, her eyes were still red, the spotlight started to flash randomly, and her eyes couldn't be opened.

Suddenly, she couldn't hear anything, her head was blank, her body was in cold sweat, her hands and feet were trembling, only these people's faces were turning around, and their mouths were closed, but they couldn't be heard clearly. Say what.

When she was at a loss, a strong hand gently held her, and Song Yuhang strode the person out of the encirclement, took her shoulders with one hand, and walked out of the crowd.

Lin Fan returned to his senses and looked up at her, only to see her frowning, her expression on her face was a bit sad and forbearing, and finally couldn't help it when the reporter caught up, turning around and shouting: "Don't chase. This is the privacy of the person concerned. We do not accept interviews. Not every public figure has to cut out his wounds for others to see!"

She clenched her fists tightly, her eyes flushed: "If you chase me again, I will call the police, and you will be detained for provoking trouble!"

Lin Yan was startled, looking at her back, roaring like a child, resisting malice from all over the world for her, and finally couldn't help bending his lips.

Song Yuhang turned around and clasped her fingers, the anger on his face still remained: "Let's go."

Until he squeezed a person into the car, Song Yuhang still tensed his face, frowning tightly while holding the steering wheel.

Lin Nian couldn't help but laughed out loud and squeezed her face: "Okay, smile for your father, isn't it just a joke, I really don't care what they say."

Song Yuhang turned his face and said, "It was the same before?"

Lin Fan knew what she was talking about and shrugged indifferently, pretending to be relaxed.

"Yeah, it's commonplace, don't you know how much they used to be too much, saying that I was sloppy and sloppy..."

Before she could finish her words, her voice gradually became quieter.

Song Yuhang has been watching her, tears slowly accumulating in his eyes, his mouth flattened, and the golden beans fell down.

"Sorry, I...I didn't know before...in the future...I won't let you face this alone again..."

The police officer who is determined and courageous in front of others seems to only expose her weakness and the child's character in front of her.

Lin Nian's heart was soaked in the tears, her nose began to sore, and her collar was suddenly pulled down.

"Song Yuhang."

"Huh?" The police officer sucked his nose and cried with twitching, not knowing why.

Lin Fan closed his eyes lightly and put on his lips: "I love you."

Let alone confession, she rarely kissed her actively. Song Yuhang was startled abruptly, excitedly not knowing where to put her hands and feet. After a while, when she was about to withdraw and leave, she broke again. She passed her shoulder and kissed deeply.

How can people who have tasted the sweetness give up easily.

Song Yuhang's is much more enthusiastic than Lin Wei's just tasted kiss.

Lin Fan retreated steadily, put his hands on her shoulders as if unable to resist, and gently pushed outwards.

"Well……"

Song Yuhang became more and more intensified, and said vaguely: "I also... love you."

When they finally separated, both of them were panting, Lin Tired of blushing, eyes glistening, and there was something imaginative in the corners of his lips.

Song Yuhang's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he leaned over again, with a clear goal, simple and direct movements, and stretched out his hand to unbutton her clothes.

"Lin Wei, I think..."

Lin Weiyi slapped her salted pig hand open, and yelled, "Go away, shameless!"

"Oh." Song Yuhang was in pain, wronged, Baba retracted his hand, and looked at her reluctantly as she burst the shirt button and licked her lower lip.

God knows how long she hasn't touched her, okay?

She even wanted to dream.

If Lin Fan didn't let her touch it, she would explode on the spot.

Song Yuhang burst into tears in his heart and set off.

Looking at her eyes, Lin Fan knew what she was thinking, his face blushed slightly, and the corners of her lips were puckered high.

"Drive faster, I'm tired and want to go home early."

Song Yuhang's eyes lit up, there was a scene, and he stepped on the accelerator and went out.

"Okay, Miss Lin is what she said, she said she won't touch it, she said she won't touch it...hehehe!"

Lin Fan blushed, and raised his shoulder bag: "Who said to..."

Song Yuhang hid outside, holding the steering wheel in his hand, and the corners of his lips opened wide, "Hey, hey, drive, go home and make trouble, go home and make trouble."

As for how to "make trouble" when going home, of course she has the final say.

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As soon as he opened the door, Song Yuhang pushed the person in and locked the room with his backhand. The things he was holding were piled on the coffee table, and the sofa slightly collapsed in.

Lin Nian shook her shoulders outside: "Um... go take a bath first."

Song Yuhang took off her coat, clenched the shirt button with his teeth, and pushed her hand above his head.

Lin Fan was lifted up when he became lighter.

"Wash together."

The shower sprinkled with hot water, and the two pairs stepped barefoot on the ground. The bathroom heater was warm in the bathroom, and soon mist formed on the glass windows.

Lin Fan's original pale complexion was as red as dripping blood, and his head was buried in the fossa of her neck, his fingers firmly grasping her arm.

Song Yuhang freed a hand to pinch the back of her neck: "Can't stand it?"

"Um..." softly hummed like a cat.

Song Yuhang's heart was about to melt, and the water in the bathtub next to it was about to fill up. She turned around and picked up the person.

Lin Nai thought that when the long tug of war was finally over, he was put into the bathtub again.

Her long eyelashes were trembling up and down, and she was lying on the edge of the bathtub with a rather happy appearance.

Song Yuhang swept his arms around and took the person to his arms.

Lin Nian lazy raised his eyes: "What are you doing?"

In addition to the back of her neck, she seems to have found new pleasures.

Song Yuhang squeezed the part of her waist that was sunken into the waist, and said dumbly: "It's still early, so soak for a while."

Her palms were rough and thickly callused, and goose bumps quickly formed where she had been stroked.

Lin Fan shuddered, bit her lower lip slightly, and sensibly told her that she should refuse: "Song--"

His lips were sealed before he was finished speaking.

Ripples appeared on the surface of the water.

The drops of water on the glass door of the bathroom slipped down.

Two pairs of neat slippers were placed on the ground.

Song Yuhang: "Speak less and do more."

When he was hugged to the bed again, Lin Fei was about to collapse. The loss of a lot of water made his throat thirsty and unbearable. Song Yuhang poured a glass of warm water to her lips and gave her a sip.

When she gulped down most of the glass of water, Song Yuhang took away the glass in her hand and found a hairdryer to blow her hair.

Lin Nian was lying on the pillow, drowsy by the warm wind, her fingers hooked the corners of her clothes unconsciously.

"Sorry, I have given away most of the money, and I didn't leave it to you."

Song Yuhang focused on blowing the wet hair in her hand, and massaged her scalp from time to time.

"It's okay, I can make money on my own."

"But..." Lin Yan bit her lip slightly.

The two hundred million originally Lin Youyuan was left to her, probably because she hoped that she would take the money to revive the Lin family, so that the business would pick up, the employees’ wages would naturally be paid, and Lin Fan had enough food and clothing Worry-free spent the second half of his life’s property, but what he didn’t expect was that Lin Fan did a better job. She took the money, but the company was disbanded. Not only did he not get a penny, he also lost a little, after all. At that time, only a handful were posted on the spot, and more branch offices in different places will continue to allocate funds in the past two days.

Others might not understand why she did this, but Song Yuhang did, and touched her head.

"Money is a double-edged sword. It can be inspiring and depraved. I hope you will be a happy ordinary person more than having a wealth of wealth."

The sound of the hair dryer stopped, Lin Fan was warm all over, turned over and fell into the quilt, and his voice was a little dazed.

"But...I haven't bought you a big house, luxury car, diamond ring..."

Song Yuhang's eyes were hot, he turned the lamp dark, and hugged her from behind.

"One person, worth ten thousand gold."

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"No. 0378, someone came to see you." When the iron gate opened, what Zheng Chengrui didn't expect was that someone would come to see him at this time.

He adjusted his head, was a bit thinner, and numbly got up and walked out with the guards.

Duan Cheng sat waiting for him beside a wall.

The prison guards opened the handcuffs for him. Zheng Chengrui sat down and was shackled again. He was wearing a dark blue prison uniform. Because of the blue and white stripes on the back, he was often dubbed the "zebra uniform" by the criminals. The police's dark blue uniform is only a word difference, but it is a world of difference.

Duan Cheng looked strange at him like this, staring at the place on his chest where the alarm should have been worn for a long time, and did not speak.

On the contrary, Zheng Chengrui was calmer: "Here."

Duan Cheng faintly responded, raising his eyes to look at the newly grown stubble on his chin. The whole face had a faintly beautiful and handsome outline, but because the food in the detention center was not as good as before, there was no blood on his face.

"you lost weight."

Zheng Chengrui smiled slightly, still as honest as before.

"If you don't eat snacks, you lose weight naturally."

Duan Cheng took out a plastic bag from underneath and handed it to the prison guard standing nearby for inspection.

"I can't bring anything to eat. Autumn is coming soon. I brought you some thick clothes and daily necessities."

Across a sheet of clear glass, Zheng Chengrui watched the prison guard put the big plastic bag on the table and checked it, touching it inside and out, including the interlayer of the clothes.

He turned his gaze back and looked at the mature brows of the boy in front of him.

"Thank you, Fang Xin?"

Speaking of Fang Xin, Duan Cheng also smiled.

"Take her to meet my parents, they all like her, and now it's her parents who haven't agreed."

"Very good, I wish you a hundred years in advance, and be united forever."

His sentence has not yet come down, but the combined punishment of multiple crimes should not be taken lightly. I just don’t know if it will...

Thinking of this, Duan Cheng's eyes were hot and he tilted his body slightly.

No matter what Zheng Chengrui said, he was a little older than him, and he hadn't seen these things very lightly. Since he took this road, he has been prepared for ruin.

He just said, "Go back, and have a good time with Fang Xin, don't come again."

After all, he has a special crime, and it is not good for him to come here often.

Duan Cheng raised his head and asked him with red eyes, "Do you regret it?"

Zheng Chengrui seemed to have not expected that he would ask this question, he was taken aback for a moment, and shook his head slowly.

"The most important thing for a person is to keep looking forward. How can you always look behind you."

Duan Cheng seemed to have expected that he would say that. He slightly pulled the corners of his lips, turned his head and smiled, his eyes were still red.

The visiting time was approaching, and the prison guards began to urge.

He took out a photo from the pocket of his shirt, and passed it through the bottom gap through a pane of glass.

"Sister Lin asked me to give it to you, and found it at Pei Jinhong's house."

It was a yellowed black-and-white photo, half-angled torn apart, leaving only a little girl with a croissant and a smile, standing quietly.

The girl raised her hand slightly, probably pulling her relatives, but unfortunately the half is no longer there.

Zheng Chengrui's calm and numb expression finally showed a crack, and the hand holding the photo began to tremble.

He trembled with his lips, looked up at him, and looked at the little girl in this photo, shaking more and more.

Duan Cheng got up, with a trace of pity and regret in his eyes.

"You said you didn't regret it, but did you know that you sold the information to Lin Ge, and Lin Ge changed hands to inform Ding Ye, who almost killed Sister Lin and killed you..."

He put his hand on the glass, as if he couldn't bear to say any more, he closed his eyes slightly and clenched his fingertips into a fist.

"If it wasn't...she could still live."

Holding this photo, Zheng Chengrui trembled all over. Even if he was arrested and put in jail, he never saw anyone whose eyes were red. He tried to stand up, but he was cuffed by the interrogation chair. With.

The two tall prison guards rushed to fetch him, slammed the person back, and put their heads on the table.

Zheng Chengrui opened his eyes, his glasses dropped, and tears flowed down his cheeks and onto the tabletop.

There was a noise in his mouth that resembled a roar of a beast.

Duan Cheng couldn't bear to look any more, his clenched fist loosened from the glass and turned away.

Behind him came the wailing, hysterical cry of the man.

Until he walked out of the detention center, Duan Cheng was still confused, and the cry seemed to linger in his ears.

He stepped into the muddy water, and then noticed that he didn't know when it was raining outside.

He was upset, he touched a cigarette from the cigarette case, and it was soon wetted by the rain, and the lighter did not ignite.

Duan Cheng thought of Zheng Chengrui's desperate eyes before leaving, and a sourness rushed straight to his eyes, his fingers loosened, and suddenly fell to the ground.

A pair of wedges came from far to near.

He followed the owner of the shoe and looked up, and the rain stopped.

Fang Xin held an umbrella for him.

Since receiving the beauty secret recipe taught by Lin Fanqing, Fang Xin took off his glasses that were as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle, put on invisible, began to loose his long hair, and learned to make-up and dress up.

Under the dimly yellow street lamp, she applied thin powder on her face. She was not particularly stunning, but she was beautiful and beautiful.

She stood here as a whole to free him from that sad atmosphere, not to mention she said.

"Let's go, my dad calls us to go home for dinner."

Duan Cheng was taken aback, and then he slammed the person into his arms, buried his head in her neck, and her shoulders trembled.

Fang Xin took a step back to stabilize his figure, holding an umbrella in one hand, and hugged him back, rubbing the sweater on his back.

After a while, he was completely relieved, wiped his face, stroked his hair, and took the umbrella in her hand.

"Okay, let's go shopping."

Fang Xin looked at the cigarette case in his hand: "My dad has bronchitis..."

Duan Cheng wittily threw the cigarette case into the trash can on the side of the road: "I quit."

"My mother has a bad temper and loves to nag..."

"What the mother-in-law said is right."

Fang Xinan: "The eight characters haven't been swiped yet!"

Duan Cheng took her shoulders, and the two of them held an umbrella together, and the street lamp cast a picture of them leaning against each other.

"Sooner or later."

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After Zhao Junfeng was arrested, Song Yuhang also went to the provincial capital to see her mother, and Lin Wei was with her.

She didn't intend to ask her to go. First, it was a long journey, and secondly, it was Zhao Junfeng's wife after all, and she was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable if she had a grudge.

She was well thought out, but Lin Nian smiled slightly.

"You think about others, why haven't you considered yourself? I have thousands of reasons not to go, but there is only one reason I must go, and that is - to accompany you."

The door in front of her, she used to come often when she was in school, but now she feels a little bit timid and can't knock on it anymore.

Song Yuhang hesitated for a while, and when he was about to ring the doorbell, the door opened from the inside.

The old man appeared behind the door with his head full of silver hair and his eyes were a little dull. When he saw them, he smiled slightly, and his smile was weak and feeble.

"It's Yu Hang."

Song Yuhang took a step forward: "It's me, mother."

She shifted her gaze to Lin Fan who was aside.

"this is?"

Since Zhao Junfeng was arrested, people will come to investigate every three days or two at home, so the expression on the old man's face is a little confused and wary.

"is my friend."

Song Yuhang replied, holding hands and pulling people in, Lin Fan put the things in his hands on the table.

She often ran here for dinner when she was in school, but she never brought any classmates or friends.

The old man suddenly realized that he glanced at Lin Wei again. This is probably a very important and well-known friend of hers.

However, she has been in a muddle-headed manner recently, and her mind is not very clear.

The old man turned around again and walked in numbly, his mouth plausible.

"Whether it's here or not, no one has been running here recently except the police."

She did not come as a police officer today, so there are enough reasons to feel sad.

Song Yuhang followed her in: "Let's take a look at you. Is there anything I can do for you?"

The old man shook his head and picked up the electric kettle to pour water for them.

"No, no, someone in the community came to ask about it every three days. I just sent a bag of rice last month and I haven't finished eating it."

After pouring for a long time, the kettle was empty, and the old man put it down awkwardly.

"Oh, it's burned in the morning, and when it's finished, stay for dinner in the evening, and Madam will make you a good meal."

As the old man said, he opened the refrigerator door again, and Lin Wei noticed that the power supply at the back of the refrigerator was not plugged in.

So as soon as it opened, there was a smell of rotted vegetable leaves.

The old man was startled slightly, and checked in the plastic bag for a long time: "Oh, it's all broken and can't be eaten, then I will give you some noodles."

Song Yuhang stopped her movement: "Mother, don't be busy, we are not hungry."

The old man turned around sadly: "Look at me, my memory is getting worse and worse. By the way, what about Lao Zhao, how about being inside?"

When she said this, a touch of enthusiasm overflowed from the bottom of her eyes, and she held her hand tightly.

Song Yuhang pulled the person onto the sofa and sat down. He took the electric kettle to boil a pot of hot water and filled the boiling water bottle.

Lin Fan plugged in the refrigerator.

"Well, it's almost autumn. The weather is dry and I have some coughing."

Before she finished her words, the old man stood up tremblingly and walked into the inner room tremblingly.

"Then I will find him some thick clothes, and you will help me to give him."

Before the court’s decision, people were locked up in detention centers, except for lawyers and case-handling personnel, not even family members, let alone such major cases.

It was also the above arrangement for Duan Cheng to see Zheng Chengrui, so that he could tell the truth as soon as possible.

"it is good."

Song Yuhang responded and walked in with her.

The old man's hands trembled slightly, he opened the closet, and took out a large pile of clothes from it.

She didn't care much about her daily life, and was at a loss for everything, but she was so dear to Zhao Junfeng's diet and daily life.

"Hey, I don't know if the food is good. He likes the dumplings stuffed with cabbage and pork."

"These are a few autumn clothes, bought at the material exchange meeting that year, in the square, three pieces for twenty yuan."

As the old man said, he seemed to be stuck in his memory, with a smile on his lips, and he picked it out and put it aside.

"I don't know when the review will be completed, so please bring a few sweaters."

"Also, I cleaned all the coats issued by the unit."

Song Yuhang noticed that the colors of the buttons on the cuffs were not the same. They should have been sewn again after the old man dropped them.

She felt sour: "Mother, find a big bag, I will put it all in."

"Hey, okay, okay, in the drawer under that closet, look for any woven bags."

As the old man said, he couldn't get his hands free.

Song Yuhang walked over to help her search, but could not find the woven bag, but found a large number of medical records, medical imaging materials, various medicine bottles, insulin pens, and a drawer full of it.

Lin Fan leaned on the door with her arms folded, watching her take out an inspection report and trembling lips: "Madam, this is..."

Lin Fan turned his gaze to the old man, his expression a little pitiful and unspeakable.

The old man didn’t pay much attention to it, and continued to pack his clothes for Zhao Junfeng: “Hey, diabetes. It’s been decades. The doctor said he couldn’t live for so many years, but he didn’t believe him. He had to take me to hospitals across the country. , I have to get that insulin injection. It costs a few hundred dollars per injection, every day..."

Song Yuhang squeezed the report form tightly: "When did you find out? Why didn't you tell me?"

The old man did not look up, and packed a few pieces of personal clothing for Zhao Junfeng.

"Hey, it's been a long time ago. It was there when you were still in school. I told you to have one more person to worry about."

A large cloud of mist quickly rose from the bottom of Song Yuhang's eyes.

Later, she talked about something again, and she couldn't hear it anymore.

The group packed up, and Song Yuhang insisted on taking her out for a meal, but the old man refused.

"I'm here, not going anywhere. If he comes back, someone has to open the door for him."

Finally, the old man held her hand again and asked.

"Yu Hang, can you tell me what on earth did he commit, and how did he review it for so long?"

She still doesn't know that the news that Zhao Junfeng has been arrested has already been regarded as an avenue for him in the organization.

Song Yuhang reluctantly held up a smile: "Wait, wait a while, I see if I can apply to the above and let you see him."

There was a joy in the old man's eyes, and his muddy eyes suddenly became bright, and he sent them to the door, and greeted her enthusiastically as usual.

"Hey, okay, okay, Yu Hang, take your friends over to play next time. At that time, it is estimated that Lao Zhao will also come back. He also hid a bottle of Wuliangye and said he wanted to drink with you, and the master would make it for you. Some delicious."

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After returning from the provincial capital, the two of them had their birthdays for a long time. Song Yuhang was idle at home. Lin Nai didn’t want to go to work anymore. He even had nightmares frequently for a period of time. A person who didn’t fear any **** corpses before. Now, just seeing the horror picture on the TV will make my whole body tremble and physically disgusted.

The scene before Lin Youyuan and Lin Ge died was always playing in a loop before her eyes.

The doctor said that she can only take care of her condition and avoid external stimuli. Feng Jianguo gave her the key to Qingshan Villa, which was far away from the city center, clean and kept too many memories of the two people, so Song Yuhang moved in with someone.

The autumn sun was mild and not dazzling, and the temperature was good. Lin Fan took a deck chair and sat in the courtyard to bask in the sun.

Song Yuhang was cleaning up the plants in the nursery, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and pointed to an empty tunnel.

"Lin Wei, what are you growing here?"

"Sunflower."

Lin Yan heard the sound, turned his head slightly, and looked at her with a smile on his lips.

The police officer was standing in the turned land, wearing half-old camouflage short sleeves, his hem was tucked into the same combat pants, with shaved shoulders and a narrow waist, tall and long legs, and a white towel hung around his neck. The sun was shining. Her body was set against the setting sun behind her, and the green hills covered her body, making her look more and more heroic.

Song Yuhang was taken aback, and then remembered that she had grown sunflowers both inside and outside the front yard. Is there any implication for it?

"Why is it a sunflower?"

Lin Nian narrowed his eyes and smiled, like a sly and lightly fox.

"I won't tell you."

Song Yuhang watched her nest in a wicker chair, wearing a loose white woolen sweater, and her complexion became paler. The person raised in the past few months has a little bit of energy, and smiles like a good ink painting. Stretched out, the corners of the eyebrows and eyes are full of affection.

She moved her heart, threw the **** to wash her hands under the pipe next to her, flicked the drops of water and walked to her, reaching into the thin blanket she used to cover her legs to ice her.

"Don't tell me? Don't tell me? Don't tell me, eh?"

Lin Fan hid all around, giggling aroused by her again, and stopped panting for a long time.

Four eyes face each other.

Song Yuhang looked into her pupils, where her reflection was engraved.

When I first saw her, those eyes were filled with countless negative emotions, arrogant, contemptuous, irrational, disdainful, high above...

In the subsequent process of getting along, she also saw the sadness, reluctance, sadness, and despair in these eyes.

In fact, after Lin Fei came back, she had a lot of sleepless nights like her. How can I say, there is always a sense of emptiness. She is afraid that this is another dream of her own. When she wakes up, she will not be there.

Until this moment, in this quiet autumn afternoon, I found myself in her eyes, and also found love in her eyes.

Song Yuhang always thought that being with her was to heal her, and it turned out to be healing himself.

She sighed quietly in her heart.

I felt that the crack that had grown in my heart because of her absence had grown tightly again.

And it is stronger than before.

She thought that she would never be better in this life.

Song Yuhang felt hot and stretched out his hand to hug her.

Lin Nian thought she was going to touch her head, and naturally lowered her head, but he didn't expect to be held in his arms.

Her chin just rested on her shoulder.

The thin blanket slipped, revealing a pair of straight and slender legs, which she always wears at home is cool and thin.

Still barefoot.

Song Yuhang glanced at him, and hugged him up.

"It's cold outside, let's enter the house."

Lin Fan was still thinking about her sunflowers, sunshine and wicker chairs.

"Hey, where is it cold? It's obviously warm..."

Song Yuhang locked the door of the living room with his backhand, and closed the curtains, the sunlight shrank in a corner of the floor.

"The sofa is warmer."

Lin Fan's voice of resistance became smaller and smaller.

"I want to be...um...above."

"After a while..." Her voice was a little hoarse: "I will give you the strength."