Chapter 117 Staying Alone in an Empty Bed
Xie Jingcheng walked closer step by step, reached out to put on gloves, and then began to touch the telescope. She turned the telescope slightly and found that the telescope was facing a room.
The curtains in the room were drawn, and there were several pots of green plants on the balcony. This was Song Qingxing's room. After she moved in, she did not sell the house, and the carefully raised flowers were still on the balcony.
Occasionally, the housekeeper would come to clean, so the curtains were not drawn and you could see the living room, which was a simple large flat.
The gray sofa, the white coffee table, and the TV—Xie Jingcheng had seen photos of all of these because Song Qingxing had a lot of them in her cell phone album.
Xie Jingcheng clenched the telescope with his fingers, anger swirling in his heart, which he couldn't suppress no matter what.
This guy has long surpassed the level of a sasaeng fan. It turns out that he has been doing these dirty things. Xie Jingcheng was extremely angry, but he regained his rationality.
He let go of the telescope and began to observe the rest of the room. The entire living room was a mess. The house was not big, and basically only had one bathroom, a kitchen, a bedroom, and a living room. It was the simplest house type.
Xie Jingcheng walked in and found that the bedroom was not locked. When he saw it, the landlord exclaimed first.
"Hey, I didn't even go in to see when the police came. I didn't expect this guy to be so shameless!"
The wall was covered with photos, all of them were of Song Qingxing, and they were not the posters or magazine pages that ordinary fans would post.
But it was a secretly taken photo.
Song Qingxing was standing in the living room, wearing shorts. Her fair and delicate thighs were photographed directly, and she was holding a black hair tie in her mouth.
Two hands are straightening the hair.
Even with a gas mask on, Xie Jingcheng's expression was a little unsettled, and his eyebrows were tightly entangled together, like two knotted ropes.
She glanced at the photos and was almost furious, but fortunately, Song Qingxing was a celebrity who valued privacy. She basically did not do anything out of the ordinary in the living room, and the curtains were drawn most of the time, so these were the only large-scale photos that could be taken of her.
Each and every photo was taken when Song Qingxing was wearing a vest or shorts.
Because the police had already obtained evidence, these things are useless now. The landlord has to clean them up by himself, which will be a headache.
Xie Jingcheng turned around, and the words she spoke through the gas mask were actually not very clear.
So Xie Jingcheng didn't speak until they left the room.
"I'll find someone to help you clean these things, and I'll also find someone to help you clean and redecorate the room."
"But I will take this garbage away."
The landlord nodded. He was naturally very grateful. After all, Xie Jingcheng represented the victim, Song Qingxing.
After everyone got off the elevator together, the landlord remembered something important and slapped his head.
"By the way, you must be Xie Jingcheng, right? My daughter loves watching your movies. Can you give me an autograph?"
Xie Jingcheng: ...
She nodded, took the pen and paper the man took out of his bag, and patiently signed her artistic signature. The flamboyant handwriting was obviously from her hand and definitely not a clumsy forgery.
The landlord nodded contentedly.
Finally, we took another photo together before leaving.
Although Xie Jingcheng returned to the city where she usually lived, she didn't have much time to go home. Besides, wherever the person she loved was, that was her home.
So after finishing her business, she immediately returned to the city where Song Qingxing was filming.
Then go straight to the police station.
…
Here, Xie Jingcheng finally saw the detained man. He had grown stubble. It was obvious that the food here was very light, and the man's face had become thinner.
"It's you!"
As soon as Xie Jingcheng came in, the man grabbed the railing excitedly. Xie Jingcheng glanced at him lightly with contempt in his eyes.
She came over.
"Why, you hate me?"
"Bah, you lecherous woman, you are so shameless that you actually attacked Qing Xing."
The other party was angry and insulted.
Xie Jingcheng just smiled coldly, his eyes like a cold light.
"You should worry about yourself first."
"Intentional murder is no joke."
"I should have attacked you then, but killing you would be pointless. I want Qingxing to be with me, forever. Even if I go to hell, she'll be with me..."
The man spoke incoherently.
"Unfortunately, I am her target."
"You know, it was Song Qingxing who begged me to date her, and she was the one who took the initiative to kiss me..."
Xie Jingcheng narrowed his eyes and spoke as if these things had never happened. In reality, the identities of the two people were completely reversed.
So the bodyguards and the driver beside them were all stunned, because this was not the version they were familiar with.
Isn’t it the boss who is shamelessly chasing after others?
How come it's completely the other way around here?
However, the fact that Xie Jingcheng has won so many Best Actress awards was not bought by her parents with money.
She really has the talent, so she just shows off her acting skills and the man in front of her believes it.
He pulled his hair frantically and shouted, "This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Seeing this man's angry and humiliated look, Xie Jingcheng felt relieved, but she couldn't let this guy take the opportunity to go crazy and take advantage of the mental patient.
After all, what kind of mental patient can be so clear-headed and follow someone for a long time? It is obvious that he has turned from love to hate and developed such a perverted possessiveness.
After finishing her work at the police station, Xie Jingcheng slowly returned home. She had been so busy all day that she fell asleep as soon as she got in the car.
After all, today we have been traveling by car and plane, which is tiring enough.
So when the driver arrived home, Xie Jingcheng had not yet woken up. The driver waited for a while, and seeing that the young lady still showed no signs of waking up, he stood up, opened the car door, and then shouted in a low voice.
"Miss, we're here."
Xie Jingcheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and before he could open them, someone on the second floor heard the sound of a car engine outside the house.
So he didn't even have time to change his slippers and ran out on the cobblestone road in the courtyard.
"Xie Jingcheng, you're back. What did you do today? Why are you so late..."
As soon as Song Qingxing finished speaking, she saw the driver slowly move aside. Xie Jingcheng was still sleeping in the car door and heard her talking.
Slowly opened his eyes.
"Why did you come to pick me up outside?"
Xie Jingcheng got out of the car, and Song Qingxing quickly helped her up. She didn't know if it was because she was too excited and ran a few steps, so the wound was a little painful.
"I haven't seen you all day today."
Song Qingxing had a lot of random thoughts in her mind. She had never really felt like she was being kept by someone before.
However, one day after Xie Jingcheng left, the feeling of a lover alone in an empty bed immediately overwhelmed his heart.
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