My Dear Miss Medical Examiner - MTL

6

The day's boring work hours in the system ended, and there were no big cases. Lin Fan walked out of the office and lit a cigarette, smoking while walking on high heels, with his uniform jacket still in his hand.

Before smoking a cigarette, there was a Rolls Royce parked in front of the city bureau.

The forensic doctor Lin threw a cigarette and walked up. The car door opened and a young man in a greasy powdered suit and leather shoes walked out.

When the two people hugged and hugged Qingqing, I and I, Song Yuhang was playing around with her broken little eDonkey, wearing a simple army green t-shirt, a pure white towel around her neck, and cell phone oil.

When the little eDonkey was finally repaired, she heard small exclamations from around, and the two people who looked up at the door of the city bureau had already forgotten to kiss each other.

She was not far away. Looking from this angle, Lin Tienbuying's waist was surrounded by one hand. She was tall and matched that person's slightly lowered head, with a somewhat devoted expression on her face. .

A spotlight flashed, and it will probably become the headline of the entertainment version tomorrow.

Song Yuhang shook his head slightly, took off the dirty gloves and threw them into the trunk, started the car, and slowly drove out of the city bureau gate.

The two cars behind her gradually turned into a small spot and disappeared.

After a while, waiting for the gap between the traffic lights, the car followed up again, just stopped by her, and the window slowly lowered.

Her gaze slid over calmly.

A slender hand stretched out from the car window, and then raised her middle finger.

This guy still remembers everything in the morning.

Officer Song selectively ignored him, and immediately turned away when the red light time came.

The Rolls-Royce in the rearview mirror went straight ahead, drifting away from her.

The rare rest day for Lin Fan is to meet friends and accompany him, spend a lot of time, drunk, dreaming of death, not knowing where to go.

For Song Yuhang, it is fitness and free fighting, and she is more willing to spend time in this kind of place.

When I came out of the gym, I bought two catties of apples from a roadside vendor. When I got home, the lights in the house were already on.

She has lived here since she can remember. Over the years, the Public Security Bureau has built several residential complexes for family members. She and her mother have never moved.

The walls of the old community have begun to be mottled, and some stubborn children use ballpoint pens to draw deep and shallow marks on them. The higher places are covered with creepers, which are lush in summer.

The floor of the community is not high, just the sixth floor, so there is no elevator.

Song Yuhang parked the little eDonkey at the door of the unit, locked the car, took out the fruits he bought, and walked up the narrow corridor.

Go to the first floor and turn off one of the induction lights, which she just changed a few days ago.

Go to door 603 on the sixth floor and take out the key to open the door.

"Mom, I'm back"

Turned out from the kitchen, a woman wearing an apron, in her fifties, with white hair in her sideburns, smiled naturally on her face when she came back.