As he was speaking, the phone was dialed.
Captain Lin stayed up all night last night to track down the murderer. He returned to the bureau at noon today. He had just eaten a few mouthfuls of food and lay down, and was snoring when he was woken up by a phone call from Yan Jiang.
"Who? What are you doing?" Captain Lin's voice sounded hoarse as if he had just smoked a cigarette, and was full of displeasure.
Yan Jiang was not afraid of Captain Lin's bad temper when he woke up. He said, "It's me, Yan Jiang. Captain Lin, I want to rest this afternoon."
"reason?"
Yan Jiang was like a peacock with its tail spread out, shameless, and said in a frivolous tone: "It's nothing else, it's just that my girlfriend proposed to me, and I don't feel like going to work this afternoon."
“…”
Captain Lin, who was 32 years old and still single, was hit hard and couldn't sleep.
With Captain Lin's loud propaganda, in just a few minutes, everyone in the Public Security Bureau knew that Yan Jiang had been proposed to by his girlfriend and had not yet gone to work in the afternoon.
Anyone with a little common sense knows what inappropriate things they were doing in the afternoon.
That night, as night fell, Song Ci stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and played the violin.
After a day's work, Han Zhan returned home exhausted. When he reached the door, he faintly heard the sound of a violin.
He gently pushed open the door and walked into the living room, where he saw Song Ci standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, with her back facing him, concentrating on playing the violin.
Outside the window, the city is full of neon lights, and inside the window is the person he likes. Han Zhan's tired heart suddenly relaxes.
After Song Ci finished playing, Han Zhan walked over and hugged her waist. "You look so beautiful when you play the violin." It was strange. Song Ci usually looked like a little idiot, but once she held the violin, she would completely enter another state of ecstasy.
Song Ci rubbed her head on Han Zhan's shoulder and found a comfortable position.
She lowered her eyes to look at the zither, which was given to her by Han Zhan and had her name engraved on it.
Song Ci told Han Zhan: "Do you know that every excellent violinist will give his violin a name?"
"My teacher's violin is called 'War Spirit'. But this one..." Song Ci frowned and stared at the word 'Porcelain Treasure', feeling somewhat helpless. "Brother Han, you gave my violin such a soft name. If I become world-famous, it will be hilarious every time I appear in the news."
Song Ci walked out of Han Zhan's arms, she turned to face Han Zhan, opened her mouth and started to tell a story -
"Yesterday, the young violinist Ms. Song Ci, along with her imperial violin, 'Cibao,' performed at a concert hall and presented a wonderful performance..."
After Song Ci finished speaking, she glared at Han Zhan and asked him, "Is this reasonable?"
Han Zhan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "It's just a name, why get angry? Besides, the name Cibao is obviously very nice, not soft at all, and very imposing."
“Who would believe you?”
Song Ci handed the violin to Han Zhan and said, "My teacher's violin has only been touched by me. Only you and my teacher can touch my violin. Do you want to try it?"
Han Zhan took the violin with great interest, held the bow with his fake fingers, and performed a wood sawing routine for Song Ci on the spot.
Song Ci's eyelids twitched wildly. "Alright, alright, stop insulting my zither."
Song Ci quickly snatched the zither back, carefully maintained it, and then put it in the box.
Han Zhan had been out early and back late recently, so busy that he had no time to exercise, and the muscles on his body had become a little loose. He came back not too late today, and after talking to Song Ci, Han Zhan went into the gym.
Song Ci just got her period, so she stopped accompanying Han Zhan to exercise.
Before getting married, she had promised Han Zhan that she would knit three sweaters for him, but she had something else going on recently and couldn't knit three sweaters, so she tried her best to find time to knit one for Han Zhan.
There were only a few stitches left to finish the sweater, so Song Ci hurried to finish it. She folded the sweater neatly and put it in a gift box, which she placed at the door of the gym.
At this moment, her mobile phone suddenly reminded her that there was new activity from her close friend Yan Jiang on Weibo.
Song Ci opened Weibo and saw an extremely arrogant sentence -
Yan Jiang V: [My brother is engaged. You are not allowed to love me anymore. Even secretly. My fiancée is amazing @你霏姐.]
Your sister Fei: [Don't love Yan Jiang. Loving him will lead to nothing unless his IQ is higher than mine.]
Fifteen minutes later, Weibo was successfully paralyzed.
When Song Ci saw this message, she was in a state of confusion. Her flower, the king of flowers, had finally devoured the Clivia next door.
Han Zhanjian finished his exercise, opened the door and walked out, and kicked something with his toes.
Han Zhan looked down in surprise and saw a gift box.
Realizing that Song Ci had placed it there on purpose, Han Zhan smiled.
He squatted down, opened the lid of the gift box, and took out the neatly folded white sweater with both hands.
Han Zhan felt helpless when he opened the sweater and found that the pattern on the front was a simple and cute giant panda.
He knew Song Ci wouldn't be so obedient.
Han Zhan went back to his room, took a shower, put on the sweater, and walked to the mirror in the dressing room to look at it. Song Ci's sweater was very beautifully knitted and slightly loose in size, making it convenient to wear warm clothes or a shirt underneath.
Han Zhan felt that he looked even more handsome in the sweater.
After Song Ci finished reading the gossip on Weibo, she opened WeChat and found that her brother Han had updated his Moments.
Han Sanpang: [You should wear sweaters in winter. My wife is beautiful and skillful. I won't accept any rebuttal.]
Han Zhan also posted a picture of himself taking a selfie. Han Zhan's selfie is very straight male style, just like standing at attention.
In the photo, Han Zhan was wearing the white panda sweater knitted for him by Song Ci. His sturdy physique and handsome and mature face were very inconsistent with the sweater.
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