Waiting For The Wind Warming Up To Kiss You

At the end of the meal, Tang Xin sat next to Fu Xueli, getting up from time to time to add wine to the people around him.

The investor in the new film is surnamed Fang, who is more than 50 years old, but he is strong and energetic. After three or two glasses of wine, the conversation is still decent, and the narration and listening are calm.

Today, the crew was finished. Director Cen was happy to drink and drink today. He was a little bit up and lit a cigarette, “I’ve been filming in this mountain for so long. I’m tired of watching the flowers, trees, and trees. I still feel that the big city is angular and angular. Life has a taste."

While talking, the wine in the glass was filled again, Director Cen waved his hand, "When the film is over and the publicity schedule is finished, I have to take a good vacation and take my wife and daughter out to travel and relax."

One person on the table said with a smile, "Nowadays, there are not many men who care about their wives like Director Cen. It is rare."

Turning the topic to this, young people will inevitably be ridiculed and asked about emotional problems. But sitting at this dinner table are mostly people in circles with status and status, and few people make vulgar jokes.

The young actor around him was embarrassed by the question. Fu Xueli shook the glass, staring at the foam floating in the glass, and did not take the initiative to participate.

She was drunk a lot and she was slightly drunk, but she was still conscious, but her head was slightly dizzy. Quietly waiting for the end of the meal.

In Shanghai in April, the air was still chilly. The city is still dimly lit at night, and the distant white lights of the tall buildings under the black sky are connected with neon lights.

As soon as she got into the car, Fu Xueli kicked off her high heels, took off her coat, and leaned on the back of the chair to relax abruptly.

Tang Xin closed the car door, pulled the seat belt sideways, and ordered the driver to leave.

"The sound is off." Fu Xueli said.

Hearing that, the driver got on the steering wheel, pressed the music with one hand, and glanced at the woman curled up in the back seat.

She leaned loosely on the side of the car window, holding her head, her thin eyebrows drooping, her eyes half-closed.

Long brown hair with slightly curly curls is scattered randomly and messy, and the smooth texture of the gray wool skirt is wrapped in an exquisite figure. The extremely narrow bright chip lace makes the complexion extremely white.

——It's really beautiful, the kind that can't be removed.

"That President Fang, who started his career as a real estate company a few years ago, I heard that the background is not very clean, and people appreciate you. Otherwise, we couldn't easily tear up the resources of Director Cen. You said you did not when you just left. Knowing how bad it is to say hello to others."

There were only four people in the car. Assistant Xixi took the co-pilot and the driver drove seriously. Tang Xin sat next to Fu Xueli, fiddling with her mobile phone, scribbling in her mouth, and sending photos to Moments by the way.

The others were silent.

When Fu Xueli's model debuted, she was caught by Tang Xin at first. When a person is abroad, he will settle the contract within two or three days, and simply sign the person under his own hand.

Later, when she returned to China for development, Fu Xueli took a small hit by relying on a popular online drama. But in the past few years, although there is a sense of existence, it has not been tepid. It's not that she is not good-looking, on the contrary, she is only popular because of her beauty. There is no artificial, purely feminine, amorous and aloof, impersonal and glamorous beauty.

It's just that the appearance is too gorgeous, so the play is more limited, easy to attract fans and easy to attract black.

But in the entertainment industry, Xiaohong relies on support, and big red relies on fate. Anyway, there is no rush. Fu Xueli is a good seed and has aura, so the team has been steadily fighting and trying to prevent her from stealing traffic and blogging by the scandal.

As the car passed under the overpass, the shadows swept across. I don't know when it started raining outside, and the wipers were left and right, slowly scratching the glass.

"I said so much, have you heard?" Tang Xin tilted her head.

"Sister, please let me be quiet for a while." His head exploded. Fu Xueli was sleepy and exhausted, just wanting to be clean for a moment. She was drowsy and was too lazy to say a word.

I filmed all night last night, and set off early in the morning, from Xiangshan to Shencheng, all day long on the road. After dealing with the banquet, the whole person is very tired.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and there are fewer people on the road. The wind hit the trees, the car turned on the yellow headlights, and was shrouded in rain and fog, galloping all the way.

"--squeak!"

Passing the overpass, an oncoming truck passed by, and the driver held the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes.

The tire rubs against the ground and makes a harsh noise. The car was caught off guard and stopped by the side of the road, and everyone in the car leaned forward.

"What's the matter, there was a car accident?!" Tang Xin was shocked and asked hurriedly, holding on to the back of the chair.

"No, there seems to be someone lying on the road ahead and in front..."

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The sharp siren cut through the silence of the night. At No. 321, Beining West Road, the entrance to the People’s Park flyover was blocked and a cordon was pulled up.

I don't know when the heavy rain will decrease. The police guarded the cordon to stop the crowd of onlookers who had been squeezing in. Several police cars were parked not far away, including criminal police and reporters.

The deceased was a young woman, unable to see her face in the shadows. She lay half-length naked on her back, her head covered by a skirt. The rain was mixed with blood and smelled of heat, spreading along the concrete floor. There was too much bleeding to tell where the wound was. The victim's black hair was divided into strands by blood and stuck to his arm, and his breath was gone.

"Give me control of the scene, prevent secondary damage, and allow all irrelevant personnel to evacuate!" A middle-aged male police officer shouted at the walkie-talkie, frustrated.

"Which of you called the police?" He breathed.

"It's me." Tang Xin replied immediately. She looked away and resisted the urge to vomit.

Liu Jingbo tightened his eyebrows, nodded, and saw the black car parked not far away, with people still sitting inside. He looked at it, "Nah, nah, who else is in the car, let her get off."

"This, it is not convenient for her to be ill, can she stay in the car, police officer." Tang Xin was embarrassed and tried to make a discussion.

First of all, a lot of reporters came here to hear the news. If public figures like Fu Xueli were photographed at the scene of the accident, they would be hacked...

"What kind of illness, can this rain freeze to death?! This is a very serious murder case. What attitude is in the car, Xiao Wang, go and call me down!"

"The deceased really has nothing to do with us, Comrade Police, we just passed by and—"

"Stop!" Liu Jingbo interrupted the driver impatiently, "Now I can ask you what you can answer, where is so much nonsense?" After he said that, he turned his head and asked a female police officer next to him, "How long will Lao Qin and the others have? arrive?"

"Hey, isn't that here?"

Tang Xin tilted her head in the direction they were looking, and saw a bunch of people dressed like doctors.

Wearing masks, they pushed aside the tumultuous crowd, and after showing their ID, they bent over and got through the cordon and walked over here.

All of them were dressed in white coats, and looked a little neat and obtrusive in the crowded and dark rainy night.

The head is a tall young man. He opened the investigation box, squatted beside the corpse without a word, put on his gloves, and lifted the white skirt on the victim's face.

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Fu Xueli sat in the car and looked out of the car. A policeman stood outside. He flashed a flashlight, took the photo in the car, and then tapped the car window.

"Miss, please come down and cooperate with us to make a record."

The moment the car door was pushed open, the wind hit his neck. She shivered with the cold, opened the umbrella, pressed the ribs to block her face, and stepped on the ground with red high heels.

Because of the heavy rain, the mud and rocks were mixed, and the traces of the scene were almost destroyed. The rain is still falling, and many investigations cannot be carried out.

Fu Xueli slowly followed the little policeman, lowered her head, and carefully hid her face under the umbrella to prevent passers-by from being recognized. There were many shallow puddles along the way, although the walking was slow, the legs were still covered with mud.

Xixi held the umbrella for Tang Xin and listened to her constantly complaining, "I don’t know how late it will be. It’s really unlucky for me to spread this mess. I can’t leave this yet, and I’ll be taken back later. The police station makes a record. I am going to negotiate a contract early tomorrow morning."

They were standing next to the bushes, talking, Tang Xin stopped talking.

"That's it. We have a few questions that we want to ask you. They are related to the murder case. Please be patient and cooperate with your work."

Tang Xin smiled wryly, but his eyes stopped at the man who was standing silently next to the police officer Liu.

He had only a thin blue police uniform inside, a normal white robe on the outside, and a certificate pinned to his chest, nothing else. The draping clothes were picked up by the occasional wind, and it seemed that I didn't know the cold at night like this.

Sixi had been afraid of doctors since she was a child, let alone a person who dealt with corpses all day long without blinking. She remembered how he checked the corpse just now without changing his face.

"About what time did you arrive at the crime scene?"

He saw her little movement in his eyes, but he was still indifferent.

The man's voice has a peculiar texture that is as cold as ice lines, like a beer with an octave of ice on the table. Although calm and gentle, without waves, it is highly recognizable.

This sound...

Fu Xueli clenched the handle of the umbrella tightly. The residual effect of alcohol remained in her mind, and her reaction was slow. I thought I had hallucinations.

"About eight o'clock." Xixi tried to think back, and answered Xiao Cautiously, looking at the person taking the record, for fear of saying something wrong.

"Have you ever moved the corpse."

"Maybe not."

"What does it mean?! What does it mean? Just say it honestly and frankly. If you think about it, don't give it to me—" Liu Jingbo obviously couldn't hold back his violent temper, and his mouth was just a reprimand.

"Okay, okay." Someone beside him calmed Liu Jingbo's emotions.

Sixi was frightened, stammered, almost crying, "I touched... but I want to see if she breathes... I really... don't really know that she is dead. "

"Well, don't be nervous, you go on."

The young man's dark eyelashes drooped, and he took off his rubber gloves. There is a careless sense of cleanliness between the behaviors.

When he asked, he obviously didn't have any expressions, and even lacked his eyes, but he gave people an invisible aura. This man is really the kind of high-class guy whose temperament is above his looks.

At this time, the sound of rain suddenly became louder, and there was an uproar, and raindrops poured and hit the umbrella surface. Fu Xueli squeezed the handle of the umbrella tightly, controlled her breathing, poke her neck slightly, and moved the umbrella upward.

The rain confuses sight. The tall young man tilted his head slightly, and reached out to his ear with one hand, ready to pull down the mask. Fu Xueli saw the eyes he showed.

The outline converges, like the starlight in the early morning of the street, and like a demon in hell.

He was holding a black umbrella and saw her too, but he stopped for a second before his eyes slid flatly.

Cold and ordinary, like looking at the eyes of a stranger, without showing any thoughts.

She was stunned. For about a minute, she recovered and called out his name in disbelief, "Xu Xingchun?!"

Fu Xueli's face, which usually only appears in the TV set of every household, was immediately attracted by her, and her eyes suddenly widened.

Tang Xin raised his brows and wandered between the two without changing his face. The rest of the people present were all taken aback.

Wow, celebrities!

Xu Xingchun reacted very weakly to this greeting, which instantly made the atmosphere strange.

Others looked at Fu Xueli carefully and silently. Stepping on high heels, the black laces wrap around the thin white ankles. The skin is snowy, delicate and delicate. With red lips on his arms, he can smell the ecstasy scent of mint and rosemary from a few meters away as if he can shine all over his body. With this noble appearance, who can these policemen with swordsmanship deal with?

The sudden reunion had no sign or buffer. On this chaotic and dirty rainy night, he was warm and cold, ascetic and meticulous.

Fu Xueli frowned, her right thumb pinched the second joint of her index finger vigorously.

The rain kept falling, falling from the side, hitting the muddy ground under my feet, and a small fleeting water splash was opened. Xu Xingchun turned his eyes back, light and far away. There was silence for two seconds, from the red lips that was bitten by her, and then slowly raised his eyelashes.

a long time.

"Long time no see." He said smoothly.