Forensic without kites

Chapter 98 Blood on the Nib (1)

After the reconstruction of the skull, it was displayed on the LCD screen as an extremely beautiful and delicate woman.

The crystal pendant shone brightly on her earlobe, her red lips were slightly pursed, and her warm smile echoed in her heart.

It seems that this is a gentle and beautiful woman.

"Ziqian, according to the bone ossification time, three months before and after, focus on finding any missing migrant workers in this city."

Gu Jingnian picked up the windbreaker on the back of the chair, buttoned the suit button on his chest, and stood up.

"Okay, captain, I'll do it right away."

"Ah."

The man responded in a low voice, raised his legs without looking sideways, and was about to leave.

Zhang Ziqian hurriedly asked: "Captain, you haven't slept all day and night, don't you plan to go back and take a rest?"

"No. There is something else in the hall."

As he said that, he passed Wuyuan with an indifferent expression.

Seeing that he was about to walk out of the door, Zhang Ziqian hurriedly glanced at Wuyuan, and said again: "Captain, captain?"

"Anything else?"

He turned his head impatiently, his dark eyes swept across the expressionless woman standing in the room, and his handsome and heroic face immediately pulled down.

Zhang Ziqian scratched his head and smiled mischievously: "Captain, why do the skeletons belong to migrant workers instead of BJ locals?"

The black eyes narrowed, and the tone was heavy: "Are you in menopause? Do you need to ask me such a simple question?"

The corner of Wuyuan's mouth twitched.

And Gu Jingnian had pulled up his straight and slender legs, and disappeared from the sight of the two of them.

When Xu Qingyao returned to his villa in the suburbs from the outside, it was already very late at night.

He walked into the entrance, the living room was pitch-black, and the paper lanterns that had been on in the past were not lit.

He lightly turned on the ceiling light in the living room, and the pointer just reached 11.

His wife Wenyun had probably fallen asleep, and the bedroom door was closed tightly without a sound.

In the past, if he came back late, the little man would wait for him on the sofa, shivering in the freezing air under a thin quilt.

Xu Qingyao hurriedly took a shower, dried his hair, and then entered the bedroom lightly.

She was bowed and lying with her back to him.

In the darkness, the petite figure began to tremble slightly with the sound he made when he came in.

Xu Qingyao closed the door, quickly climbed onto the bed, and picked her up.

Sure enough, two streams of crystal tears flowed from the woman's tightly closed eyes, her white cheeks were wet, and those water eyes were swollen into walnuts.

With pain in his heart, he suddenly embraced her into his arms with both hands, leaned over and kissed off the hot teardrops on her cheeks, one by one, gently, leaving a fiery and loving worship under her thick eyelashes.

"Ajun, be good, don't cry, don't cry, it's my husband's fault... don't cry..."

The woman lay on his thin chest, crying more and more intensely.

Her heart was anxious and aching, and she knew that he had annoyed her by going on a business trip to SH today.Today is his birthday, and she must insist on staying to celebrate his birthday.

As for him, SH has a very serious project that must await his presence.

In the end, he still had the heart to abandon her and flew to SH by plane.

A busy day is finally over.

He hurried home, even though he had thought of hundreds of ways to coax her on the way, but when he got to her, facing her crystal clear tears, he seemed at a loss for what to do.

"Ajun...Little darling...Baby, don't cry...It was my fault..."

(End of this chapter)