Chu Xingyun leaned forward and fell towards him, then reached out to support the back of the sofa behind him, lowered his head and took a deep breath of the cold sandalwood buried deep in his skin on his exposed neck. Then he fell a gentle and hot kiss on the cold skin on his neck, then raised his dark and bright eyes and looked at him, laughing softly and said, "I am willing to discuss it with you once."

He Cheng personally witnessed Chu Xingyun's rapid improvement in coaxing people into flirting, which was simply a leap forward.

At first he was a little confused. Since Chu Xingyun was good at speaking, flirting and being so sexy, why did the first few relationships have been so short-lived? But soon he understood that Chu Xingyun's flirting methods were too straightforward, and simply too rogue, he was always a little restrained and restrained in dealing with women. But when the partner was replaced by a man and He Cheng, he would have no scruples and do whatever he wanted.

His previous restraint and restraint were to maintain his feelings, while his unrestraint or restraint at this time was trust in the current relationship.

So although He Cheng was calm at the moment, he was actually very fond of his tricks and was very happy to see him looking fearless in front of him.

The breath sprayed in the neck was warm and warm, like many small insects buried in the flesh and biting, wriggling, and the surface of the skin couldn't help but tremble.

He Cheng's Adam's apple rolled a little, raised his body back and leaned against the back of the sofa, slowly rectified the somewhat scattered sweater collar, and said lightly: "Chen Jing admits it."

Chu Xingyun became serious in an instant: "Chen Yunan is still alive?"

He Cheng raised his left hand and supported it on his chin, his eyes unconsciously drooped, frozen on his collar, and said, "Well, Yuan Pingyi is her former boyfriend. After Chen Yunan was taken away, Yuan Pingyi heard the news and rushed to see her. Not long after, they received a letter with Chen Yunan's photo and the conditions given by the murderer."

Although he had already vaguely guessed it, Chu Xingyun still asked: "What are the conditions?"

At this moment, a weak and trembling female voice floated from the direction of the bedroom.

"He threatened my daughter's life. If he didn't do what he said, he would kill Xiaonan like he had killed the previous children. However, if Heiyi could be arrested and confessed to the name of replacing the murderer, Xiaonan would be able to survive."

Chen Jing was wearing He Cheng's suit jacket, and her thin body looked like a willow branch blown by the rain and wind. She hugged her shoulders and shivered in the cold wind.

Chu Xingyun stood up and walked towards her and asked, "How can you confirm that Chen Yunan is alive? And he has lived until now."

The truth of Yuan Pingyi's death was revealed torture again, and she felt so painful that her kind heart was so sad that she could not stand. At this time, she leaned on the door frame, tightened her coat, her face covered with tears that had not yet dried up, and she swallowed: "Every year on Xiaonan's birthday, he would send a photo of Xiaonan."

The ‘he’ she said should be the real murderer.

“Where is the photo?”

“In my house.”

Chen Jing said again: "It was anonymous mailing, you can't find him."

Chu Xingyun led her to the living room to sit down, poured her a cup of hot tea, sat down opposite her, and said sincerely: "Auntie, I hope you don't leave any concealment."

Chen Jing wrapped his hands around the wall of the cup as if he was keeping warm. He raised a pair of tears and looked at him with swollen eyes, "I have told you the truth."

"You also missed one person."

"Who are you talking about?"

“The person who tried to attack you tonight.”

Speaking of the misfortune he had just experienced, Chen Jing turned pale and said quickly: "I, I don't know who they are. I have really told you everything I know. I didn't hide it, no."

Seeing that she had a strong emotional reaction, Chu Xingyun patted her back with comfort and gently said: "You are safe now, we will protect you. After dawn, we will go to your house to get photos."

As he said that, he hesitated for a moment and decided to try again: "There should be more than the real murderer who contacted you and Yuan Pingyi at the beginning."

The impact that had been sustained overnight had broken the fragile nerves in the elderly mother's mind that supported her thinking. Now she was unable to relieve her stimulation and could only reveal a blank expression that was almost stupid, shook her head and said, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Her appearance has shown that she doesn't even know the existence of Director Qin. Then there is only one possibility left. Director Qin has a single line contact with the murderer. The murderer is like Director Qin presenting an innocent head to protect his career, while Director Qin accepts the murderer's tribute and gives him a way out.

It turned out that his and He Cheng's actions were always under the surveillance of Director Qin, and he could never escape from Yinjiang to this place.

Suddenly, Chu Xingyun had an illusion that he and He Cheng disagreed with each other and were on the road to finding the truth, but they might have fallen into another trap.

They came to this small town in Jiangnan very smoothly.

After sending Chen Jing into the bedroom to rest, Chu Xingyun returned to He Cheng and said to him: "We must leave tonight at the latest."

He Cheng pressed his forehead, turned his eyes slightly and looked at the sky that was already white outside the window, and the ice springs surged in his eyes, saying, "Yinjiang, I'm afraid it's not so easy to go back."

Yes, it’s easy for them to come out this time, but it’s difficult to go back.

Chu Xingyun walked to the balcony, holding the railing, looking at the horizon where the black clouds were gradually diluted by morning light. At this time, the sky was filled with a hazy blue, like the still sea level covered by night. The sea would be thrust by the strong wind at some point, tearing apart the quiet and peaceful mask, brewing a stormy wave, pouring rain, swallowing up the entire town.

"Don't worry, I will definitely take you back."

He Cheng came to him and stood with him in the same dawn that was breaking through the darkness. Looking at the same treacherous sky curtain, he whispered: "I have to add another person."

Chu Xingyun looked at him: "You mean Chen Jing?"

He Cheng nodded and his eyes fell on the distant horizon: "Since Chen Yunan is still alive, that person may have brought her by his side. Perhaps, it's in Yinjiang."

"Will she follow us?"

"If I have hope of finding my daughter, I think she will do it."

He Cheng said: "I will talk to her again."

Chu Xingyun turned to face him, leaned on the railing, and took advantage of the twilight skylight to sort out his tilted sweater collar: "Then you just stay in the hotel."

He Cheng frowned and subconsciously wanted to refute it, but he was cut off slowly before he could speak.

"Chen Jing is not safe now, you must stay to protect her."

Although his words are fake for personal gain, He Cheng must admit that what he said is the truth.

Chu Xingyun raised his hand and pressed it on his shoulder, pinching it hard on his shoulder: "I will ask Zheng Xihe to go back to get the photos. He is more suitable for showing up than any of us. Just stay in the hotel and protect Chen Jing, and yourself. Don't forget to book the air ticket tonight, we are going to meet directly at the airport."

It can be imagined that Chu Xingyun had carefully considered and told him out of the plan he had formulated. Whether he was interested in separating him from the dangerous frontline or not, He Cheng had to admit that his plan was indeed the best action plan at this time.

"What about you?"

He Cheng approached him and stood in front of him, very close to him.

Chu Xingyun still slowly grabbed a thread on the collar of his sweater, and smiled disapprovingly: "To be honest, I am used to fighting alone. If I don't take you, I won't be distracted and have a chance of winning."

He Cheng was silent for a long time, breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered: "I booked a flight ticket at 6 o'clock tonight. At that time, no matter whether you find the truth or not, you must come back and let's go together."

There was no good clothes in a small place. He Cheng's sweater had just been wearing it for a day and it was still a few threads. Chu Xingyun simply leaned over and bit it with his teeth, bit off the threads and spit it out. He looked at the bedroom door that was closed and the quiet and deserted hotel hall. He turned around and hooked He Cheng's chin and said with a smile: "I'm going to investigate the case, not to die. Look at your expression - Come on, come on, brother hug you."

As he said that, he hugged He Cheng's shoulder very perfunctorily and patted him on the back twice. Just as he was about to retreat, he was suddenly pulled into his arms by He Cheng.

He Cheng tightly clamped his waist, buried his head in his ear and whispered: "Sometimes I wonder, if you are not a policeman and I am not a He family, can we find a place far away and work and live like other people."

"Do you want to?"

Chu Xingyun hugged his neck and asked with a smile.

"think."

"I'm willing to live now?"

"Actually, the things I have are all things I have never yearned for. They are optional for me. They can be carried on or abandoned at any time. The only thing I can't let go is you."

"Yeah, I didn't even notice it myself. So I'm so good?"

"You are very good, especially good."

Chu Xingyun discovered that He Cheng was actually not funny at all. Regardless of whether he was joking with him or not, He Cheng always treated him with great sincerity. He was always not stingy with his confession and expression, and wished to dig out his simple and enthusiastic sincerity to him and let him see how sincere he was.

Listening to what He Cheng said, Chu Xingyun felt dizzy and confused in his mind. At this time, he was obviously hugging He Cheng, but he felt weightless as he was floating in the sea of ​​clouds. What he touched was no longer the hard and cold land, but the soft and warm clouds. If he did not withdraw in time, he would probably be deeply immersed in it.

So Chu Xingyun spread his hand and stepped back, patted his shoulder, pretending to look relieved, and praised: "I really have vision."
Chapter completed!