Chapter 1185

"Why do you want a screenshot?" Dian Xiaoxing is most curious about this.

Lin Yueyue curled her lips and explained, "because I want to share the gossip with my big fool."

"Tell him that he won't search these things, so I usually take screenshots and send them to him."

When dianxiaoxing hears the words, he has only one doubt.

"You two are so loving. Why do you always have conflicts before?"

Lin Yueyue's eyes widened: "who said I was in love with him? He's a pain in the neck, okay? "

Dian Xiaoxing

Well, she can see that the little conflicts before others are just the love between husband and wife!

"Wait a minute --"

Dian Xiaoxing was stunned when he saw the picture above.

Lin Yueyue was puzzled: "what's the matter? Can you tell who this man is? "

The corpse on the painting has been mosaic. It's impossible to recognize it.

Dian Xiaoxing looks at a place, which is the wrist, not completely covered by mosaic.

"I should know this man."

Dian Xiaoxing looked at the mark on her wrist and felt very familiar, as if she had seen it with her own eyes. But for a while, she couldn't remember.

Lin Yueyue looked at her distress and patted her on the shoulder.

"Don't think so much." Lin Yueyue said: "it should not be the people around us, otherwise, we already know."

Lin Yueyue's words are also reasonable. Dian Xiaoxing tangles for a few seconds, and then he simply doesn't think about it any more.

And in the lab.

Lucky is doing a drug analysis, but somehow, he can't concentrate.

"Pa!" Distracted, the test tube slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Seeing this scene, the little assistant ran over and asked, "Professor, are you ok? Is your hand hurt? "

Lucky shook his head with a heavy face.

The little assistant looked at his hand and made sure that he was not hurt. Then he went to get the broom to clean the debris on the floor.

Lucky didn't go on working. He turned and walked out of the lab.

After asking for a leave from the personnel department, lucky took a taxi to a very remote suburb.

The suburb is green, but few people come.

Because there are lots of cemeteries here.

Lucky took the flowers he had just bought from the road and went to a tombstone in the corner.

That tomb is a new one. On the cold stone tablet, there are black and white photos of Wen Yuan.

The young man in the photo is as quiet as smoke, and the corner of his mouth rises slightly.

Lucky put the bouquet down and sat down on the floor.

"It's strange that we just met by chance, but I can't let you go." Lucky whispered, "you are a wonderful person."

Whispers are scattered in the wind, lucky narrowed his eyes, the original irritable mood, unconsciously, slowly calm down.

"I always feel as if something is going to happen." Lucky said, "but I don't know what's going to happen."

This feeling of uncertainty makes lucky feel like he's on fire.

"As for the person you like, I haven't heard from her for many days. I'll go and have a look for you tomorrow."

Although he didn't like that woman, he would do what he promised.

PS: ask for a ticket, ask for a ticket, ask for a ticket. This book is coming to an end. What do you want to see in the new book?