My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

Lin Fan leaned against the wall outside the bathroom door, listening to the movement inside, she secretly regretted it. After that, she didn't know that Song Yuhang couldn't drink so much. The wine was full of strong alcohol, she wouldn't drink her life, right?

Thinking of this, there was a sound of flushing from inside, the door was pushed open, and Song Yuhang stumbled out. He was about to kneel on the ground, and Lin Tien helped him up.

"You... are you better yet?"

Song Yuhang Shen, she had to use some strength, Song Yuhang hooked her neck and stood up laboriously, her eyes were blurred and she was very drunk.

The two staggered and walked back, and the scent of perfume was always in front of them. Song Yuhang sniffed and hiccuped: "Lin... Lin Wei..."

Lin Nian turned her face away, squeezed her nose, and was snapped back, forcing her to look at her.

Perhaps after drinking, someone who has always been introverted opened the chatterbox, Song Yuhang's head was muddy, and his tongue was knotted: "Don't...don't get angry...in the martial arts field...I didn't...not intentionally...yes...yes. Yeah... I'm sorry..."

Lin Nian was angry and funny after hearing the first half, but his smile hadn't fully surfaced on his face.

Song Yuhang lifted her face, and looked left and right: "No...but...what they said is right...you...your figure is indeed...very good..."

Lin was tired of the blue veins on his forehead and threw away the people: "Fuck your mother Song Yuhang, let's go by yourself, I don't care about you!"

Song Yuhang was already unsteady, was pushed stumblingly, bent down and coughed.

Lin Nian clenched her lower lip, looked at her miserable appearance, turned her heart and turned away.

Damn Song Yuhang, he would push his nose to his face, and he would take an inch.

However, since she has apologized, what is she really angry about?

Seeing that she and Lin Ge are in pairs, she feels very uncomfortable and boring in her heart. She is used to controlling everything in the palm of her hand. Is she also overbearing to the point that even someone else is in love?

This is terrible.

When Lin Fan was thinking about it, he was caught off guard by the wrist. Song Yuhang staggered to catch up and asked her the same question.

"You...what are you mad at?" When she said this, she subconsciously leaned on her body because she couldn't stand firmly, her chin pressed against her shoulder, and she drilled inward following the fragrance.

She liked the smell of Lin Wei very much, which made her sober and addicted to her.

Lin Fan was caught off guard and staggered back a few steps, pressing his back against the hard wall.

The restless head between the necks was still arching inward. Lin was tired of it. He squeezed the back of her neck and picked up the person like a big cat. He gritted his teeth and said, "Song Yuhang, have you ever finished?!"

"It's not over! It's not over!" The voice of the person in her arms suddenly became louder, causing passers-by to look at them. His eyes were like what Lin Fan did to abandon his wife and abandon his son.

"You don't tell me what you are angry about, this is not over!" Song Yuhang gasped slightly, his eyes resembling stars, maybe because the wine was coming up, his eyes were moist.

She seldom showed such an expression, she was very fragile in Lin Fan's eyes, and she was even more haggard because of the wound on her face.

She knew what she had done by herself. Those few strokes should be painful, but she just didn't say a word.

She made that glass of wine by herself, and the strength was far beyond the average cocktail, but she still gritted her teeth after a glass was poured.

Song Yuhang, Song Yuhang, how can you tolerate my willfulness so far?

Do you know that this will make me more and more presumptuous?

Lin Nian thought so, stopped looking, and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

She answered the wrong question, but Song Yuhang was stunned. The drunk person thought she was crying for pain, so he reached out and took the person into his arms and patted her back lightly.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt... I'm sorry... I didn't do anything light or heavy... I won't fight you anymore... You told me to stop fighting..."

As she talked, she patted her back like a child, speaking incoherently and upside down: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt... You are suffering in the detention center... I know I know... Lin Nana... It doesn't hurt anymore..."

She repeated the three words "It doesn't hurt anymore" as if a heavy hammer hit her heart. If she said that her chest was tight and panicked just now, then she is now sore and astringent.

Coupled with the whispered "Lin Yanna", a wave of enthusiasm instantly rushed to his eyes.

In the suffering of her first half of her life, no one except Chu Nan would call her name tenderly, pat her back and say: It doesn't hurt anymore.

There has never been, never.

Fighting wits and courage with her family, and fighting with outsiders, her growth has been ups and downs, and her life has been hanging by a thread several times.

Lin Fan felt that since she remembered, she was walking an invisible steel wire. Outside was a vast abyss, she was cautiously walking on thin ice.

Up to this moment, she was held in Song Yuhang's arms. The man warmed her with his body temperature, pressed her head towards him, patted her back while rubbing her hair, his voice was low but soft. , Babbled.

Lin Fan suddenly felt like he had landed.

She stood steadfastly on the ground, standing beside her, being treated kindly, even though she could not tell what kind of relationship she had with Song Yuhang, just like Song Yuhang did not understand his feelings for Lin Nai at this time. same.

But there is no doubt that this moving mood is real, and this feeling is real and beautiful.

With her hugging herself and her sleeves rubbing, Lin Fan wiped the tears that overflowed her eyes on her jacket.

The man standing not far away slowly drank the wine in his glass. He stood here for a while and witnessed the whole process after they came out of the bathroom.

Lin Fan was not such an unsuspecting person, they were all so invested that they didn't even notice his existence.

A meaningful touch appeared in the man's eyes, and he turned back to the conference hall with an empty wine glass.

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"I'll take her home first, she will definitely not be able to take a taxi by herself in this way." Lin Wei stuffed people into the car and threw Song Yuhang's backpack into the car. Lin Ge helped them to help them.

"What about you, can you do it? I drank a lot."

Lin Nian smiled and said, "Hey, I'm used to it, don't you know how much I drink, I won't pour a thousand glasses."

"Don't be brave, you will be so drunk that you can't even find your own home for a while, or should I find someone to send you off?" Lin Ge was still a little worried.

Lin Wei "tsk": "You can't worry about her, why don't you worry about me, don't worry, I won't eat her, or you want to..."

There was a trace of teasing in his expression.

Lin Ge was helpless, as if he wanted to reach out and hit her on the head, halfway through it and felt it was inappropriate, so he stroked the top of her hair lightly, just like he did when he was a child.

"What are you talking about, are you brother and I the kind of person who takes advantage of others? Your surname is Lin, and will always be my sister. Even if I marry a wife and have children, this fact cannot be changed."

The moon was gentle and his expression was open. For Lin Fan, Lin Ge was the only warmth of his childhood.

No one remembers the icing on the cake, and the friendship is deep in the snow.

She will remember this kindness in her heart all her life.

"Oh, you got it, goosebumps fell to the ground." The car stopped on the main road, and the driver urged with his horn. Lin Nian rubbed his arms, got into the car, and waved goodbye to him.

"See you later, I will invite you to have a drink next time."

Lin Ge hadn't finished speaking, the door of the car had been locked, and he left.

"Eh-do you know where they are?"

as predicted.

The master asked her: "Miss, where are we going?"

Lin Nian frowned, finished, and forgot to ask Song Yuhang's home.

She patted the face of the person who fell in the back seat: "Song Yuhang, Song Yuhang, wake up, where is your home?"

Song Yuhang groaned twice, got up and slapped her hand away, and fell into her arms again, no matter how Lin Fan called it, he couldn't tell why.

Really drunk enough.

Lin Fei gritted her teeth and went to look through her clothes. Song Yuhang was so dizzy that someone was touching her pocket, and he was about to break her hand subconsciously.

"It hurts... let go!"

Lin was tired of eating pain, and her wrists were numb after being broken by her.

Hearing this familiar voice, Song Yuhang released his hand and muttered in his mouth: "Touch...touch...for Forensic Doctor Lin...can't...can't beat her..."

Lin Fan was amused: "Why can't you beat her?"

Song Yuhang lay on her lap and howled loudly: "No! Just can't! Hit...Broken...I want to be good to her...Yes...Be good to her!"

Lin Nian's heart was hot, and the roots of her ears were red. The driver was still listening in front. She gritted her teeth and covered her mouth, blocking the bluffing voice: "Okay, shut up, you, master, go to Qingshan villa."

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Song Yuhang may not know that she is not only the first guest of the Secret Base 03, but also the first guest of Qingshan Villa.

Lin Nian helped people get out of the car. As soon as the car stopped, she began to vomit in the flowerbed on the side of the road.

I didn't eat much in total, and all I vomited was sour water, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Lin Nian watched her dismissively and put his hand on her back, gently following her breath for her.

After about five or six minutes, Song Yuhang vomited clean and eased. Lin Nian helped her walk in.

Song Yuhang opened his eyes and glanced weakly at his surroundings: "Where is this?"

"my home."

Song Yuhang was tall and long and heavy, and Lin Wei had to use a bit of strength to support her shoulders and hold her side waist tightly. He stepped on high heels and walked staggering.

"Oh." She replied, and closed her eyes in a muddled manner.

Lin Fei turned on the light and looked around the villa. Although it was big, it was not popular because she did not allow anyone to stay overnight and did not have a guest room. There was only one master bedroom, which was hers.

Lin tired of scalp tingling at the thought of this person lying on her bed with a foul smell.

No, no, no, no.

She glanced at the living room downstairs, almost unable to hold it, gritted her teeth and dragged the person onto the sofa.

Forget it, let her lie down here for one night, no matter how you think Song Yuhang is not a picky person.

"Bag...bag...my bag..." Song Yuhang's backpack fell to the ground while walking. He didn't know what was important, so he had to carry it with him.

Lin Nian rolled her eyes, let go of one of her arms, and leaned over to pick it up, but inadvertently she couldn't stand still, all of her weight fell, and the world turned around, and the two fell into the sofa together.

Lin Nian was so dizzy under pressure, her head was still lying on her chest, and she was already breathing evenly.

Lin Wei only thinks that Song Yuhang tonight is always challenging her bottom line. Is this the retribution of drinking her by himself?

Before she thought about it, she pulled her ears: "Wake up, wake up, get up, hello!"

Song Yuhang slapped her hand away: "Don't...Don't make a noise..."

After that, I smashed my mouth twice and buried my head in her...

Lin Nian could not bear to slap it and slapped it over. Song Yuhang seemed to be aware of it, turned his face, and still held her firmly without letting go.

Lin Nian pushed him a few times and didn't move. Damn, he was dead, what did he eat to grow up?

It is impossible for her to be violent to her now, and if she does it without any precautions, Song Yuhang will be useless.

Lin bored with it and endured, "Did I owe you my **** life?"

The answer to her was the sound of quiet breathing.

Song Yuhang slept deeply, with his head buried on her body, as if he had found a warm harbor, the pillow was fragrant and soft, and she couldn't help holding people tighter and tighter.

Lin Nang was about to be strangled by her. What's more, she was not indifferent. When she brushed her skin gently, her toes curled up because of numbness.

She clasped her fingers on the sofa, almost panting with difficulty, trying to move her head to one side, and just raised her head, but seeing Song Yuhang frown, she seemed a little uncomfortable, reaching out and grabbing her collar.

"what happened to you?"

Lin Nian asked her.

Song Yuhang closed his eyes, pulled his collar apart, scratching his neck: "Itchy..."

Visibly, there was a large rash on the neck.

She seemed to feel uncomfortable everywhere, twisting and scratching, and soon a few blood stains were drawn.

Lin Wei grabbed her hand: "Don't move!"

Song Yuhang was very obedient, still moaning, but honestly told her to take off her clothes. When she saw the large red spot, Lin Tijiu made her sober.

"Damn, why didn't you talk about alcohol allergy earlier! Get up!"

Perhaps it was really uncomfortable. Song Yuhang was soft and weak, and pushed over by her strong force. Lin Nian helped the person to lie down and lifted her feet onto the sofa.

"Do you know that alcohol allergies can kill you? Still drinking? Huh?" Lin Wei sneered, turned on the lamp, and opened her eyelids to take a look. Fortunately, the pupils reacted normally to light.

"Where else is it itch?"

Song Yuhang pointed to his neck, uncomfortably speechless, and wanted to scratch again.

Lin Fan slapped her hand on the back of her hand: "Don't scratch!"

Song Yuhang looked a little aggrieved, and he woke up most of the time: "Itching..."

"Hold it!" Lin Fan said as he raised her arm and rolled up her sleeves to check if there were any rashes in other places.

"Stand over, let me look at my back."

Reluctantly, Song Yuhang shut up her mouth when she met her eyes, and was honestly pushed to face the sofa to think about it.

While Lin Yan was palpating, Song Yuhang clenched her lower lip slightly, her hands were weak, pinching and pressing seemed to be gently massaging, the itchiness disappeared, but other sensations came out.

Especially climbing up her spine.

Song Yuhang squeezed the sofa abruptly, almost biting the bleeding mark on her lower lip, and it seemed to her that a century had passed in just one minute.

"Okay, lie down, it's okay if it's serious, I'll get you medicine."

As Lin Fan said, he ran upstairs and plunged into his laboratory.

"Assismin, Assismin..." Her mouth was plausible, and she turned over the neatly arranged cabinets, and there was a whole lot of disinfectant and topical medicines, but she couldn't find the shadow of allergies.

Lin Nian turned his head, went to the drawer under the desk again, planed the inside completely, but couldn't find what she wanted.

"Damn, where did you put it?" Lin Yan cursed in a low voice, with fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, anxiously, he turned and ran to the study.

When she came back, panting slightly, she stuffed a box of pills and water into her palm.

"Here, eat quickly."

Song Yuhang was stunned while holding the warm cup and looked up at her, but saw Lin Fan with sweat hanging on his forehead and his hair running out of order, his heart warmed.

"I don't know yet. Forensic Doctor Lin also has such a gentle side."

"Fuck, isn't it... isn't it..." Lin Fei said as soon as she opened her mouth, her original form was revealed, and her tongue was knotted when she was praised in front of her for "gentleness." I found it."

Song Yuhang smiled, didn't care, took the pill apart and stuffed a pill into his mouth, and groaned and drank the glass of water again.

She was dizzy and exhausted.

After Lin Yan turned around and threw a trash, she passed out again.

Under the orange light, Song Yuhang slept deeply, his eyelashes trembling lightly, and his lips looked full and moist because he had just drunk water.

The jacket was open, and the short sleeves inside were torn apart from the scratching, revealing a thin clavicle and graceful curves.

Her skin tone is not like Lin Wei's sickly white skin, but a normal Asian skin tone between wheat and bronze.

Coupled with the reason of year-round fitness, the height and the long legs are very strong, which is another female beauty that is different from her.

Lin Fan looked at it, only thinking that she should not dress up well, so as not to harm others. He reached out to gather her clothes, took away the glass in her hand, turned the lamp down, and carried a quilt from upstairs. Covered her body.

I wanted to go upstairs to sleep, but looking at her flushed face, Lin Fan touched her forehead again, it was still a little hot.

Alcohol allergies can be big or small, especially for someone like Song Yuhang who doesn't touch alcohol. After thinking about it, she sat down with her back on the sofa and yawned sleepily.

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This Ye Lin Tired repeatedly woke up several times and got up to check her condition, especially when she saw her scratching her neck unconsciously in her sleep, her skin was broken.

She brought iodine to moisten the gauze again and wiped it gently for her until dawn.

Song Yuhang had no dreams all night, the phone vibrated repeatedly in his backpack, until finally turned off because of no electricity.

When she woke up early in the morning, what caught her eyes was a furry head. Lin Fan curled up on her body. She was asleep next to the edge of the sofa, with her hands still on her waist.

Song Yuhang gently moved her arm down, raised her upper body, and drew the hair scattered on her forehead behind her ears.

Lin Fei's face was a little pale, probably because he hadn't rested well, his eye circles were all black and blue.

She... just lie down and guard herself all night?

Song Yuhang felt distressed in his heart, and got off the sofa cautiously. He couldn't bear to wake her up, so he stretched out his hand and hugged the person.

Lin Nian woke up with a sense of weightlessness, and she couldn't talk about it anymore: "What are you doing...?!"

Song Yuhang was not awakened from a hangover, and he still had no strength on his body. A thin layer of sweat leaked out of his forehead holding her up the stairs: "Don't move, where is your room, go back to sleep."

"God damned Song Yuhang, if you dare to throw me down, you'll be dead. I'll tell you!" Lin Wei cursed. As soon as his voice fell, Song Yuhang's strength loosened, and he immediately sank.

Lin Nie screamed, clasped her neck tightly, and closed her eyes tightly.

The expected pain did not appear, Song Yuhang sneered slightly, "Isn't it afraid?"

Lin Nian hooked her neck and yelled: "I fuck..."

Song Yuhang became serious: "Okay, tell me where I am, otherwise I really can't hold it anymore."

"Go straight, the innermost one."

Song Yuhang hugged her and strode over, Lin Fan was still taunting her mercilessly: "Hello rubbish, I can't hold it for less than a hundred catties. Last time, a man was naked and hugged me upstairs. I ran a lap upstairs and downstairs."

Song Yuhang didn't smile, and was so excited by her words that he turned the door handle and threw the person on the bed: "Who is to blame? Who is to blame for my alcohol allergy? Wait for me to try."

Lin Fan was smashed so badly that he picked up a pillow and smashed it over: "Blame you! Blame you! If it weren't for you, I could irritate you?!"

"You Lin's forensic doctors have a lot of tricks, not this time, I will have the next time." Song Yuhang faintly caught it and sat on the side of the bed.

"Then how do I feel that you are willing to be trimmed and slapped every time." Lin Nian said, gritted his teeth, and seemed to be testing something.

Song Yuhang avoided her gaze and touched his nose slightly unnaturally.

Lin Fan became more and more serious: "Do you know what you told me when you were drunk last night?"

"I don't know." Song Yuhang shook his head honestly: "I have no impression."

Lin Fan hugged a pillow and looked at her, smiling a little bit more slyly: "Say it~ let Forensic Doctor Lin touch~"

The first sentence made Song Yuhang's shame explode, and she blushed to the bottom of her ears.

"I also said~ You can't fight Lin Forensic~ It will be broken~ And treat her well..."

Before Lin Fan's voice fell, he was covered by someone and dragged into the quilt: "Shut up."

One struggled, the other wanted to surrender, and in the end she didn't know how to get it. When Song Yuhang recovered, she was already pressing on Lin Fan, her eyes met, and both of them were panting.

The place where I slept last night was stuck to her chest. The softness recalled her memory almost instantly. The brain has forgotten, but the body still remembers.

Song Yuhang's throats were dry, and there was a fire in each other's eyes that wanted to talk, and Lin Nian was radiating her desires all the time.

Affectionate eyes, reddish corners, frowned eyebrows, slender neck and...

She was swallowing almost unconsciously. No matter whether Lin Fan said it was true or false, she seemed to understand a little bit, why the man would hold her upstairs and run downstairs, and also seemed to understand a little bit, why so many people did. Want to approach her and possess her.

No one spoke any more, there seemed to be invisible sparks burning in the air, and even the temperature rose.

Song Yuhang didn't dare to move, she just swallowed frantically to relieve the thirst in her throat. She felt that she would be crazy if she didn't drink some water, and she would die in her pupils.

In the end, Lin Nian stretched out his hand and closed her eyes, and said softly, "Get up."

Although the voice was soft, it was a little bit inadequate.

When Song Yuhang got a chance to breathe, he got up with a reel, his heart beating like a drum, and only then did he blush after realizing it.

What does she want to do, what she wants to do, just now!

How could she have such thoughts towards Lin Fan.

She couldn't wait to slap herself severely sober.

She desperately wanted to escape from here, and didn't dare to look at her: "That... lend you two clothes."

"The cloakroom is downstairs." Her voice could not be heard.

Song Yuhang has already won the door: "Thank you."

Lin Fan sighed lightly at the empty room, couldn't sleep, and started to get up and take care of himself.