Memory Lost Chapter 30

Her words made both men silent.

After a while, cold noodles stood up, Jinxi helped to clean up the lunch box, he carried out.

In the conference room, only she and Han Chen sat opposite each other.

Han Shen lit a cigarette and looked out of the window. He didn’t know what he was thinking. Jinxi yawned. After all, she didn’t sleep for a few hours last night, and she couldn’t carry it any more. She got up and went to the sofa in the corner and lay down.

“I’m asleep. You can help yourself.” She stepped off her shoes and sank into the soft sofa. There are two sofas in the meeting room, which are used for temporary sleep.

The light was soft, and Han Chen looked at her from a distance, which was dark and hard to distinguish. He sat where he was, did not speak, and continued to smoke. The room is very quiet, Jinxi looks at the outline of his side face, the mood slowly becomes soft.

After smoking a cigarette, he put the cigarette end out in the ashtray, looked up at her, his eyes flashed a very light smile: “haven’t you fallen asleep?”

Maybe midnight is too quiet, and his voice sounds a bit gentle.

Jinxi slowly replied: “fast.”

Suddenly he stood up and came to her.

Jin Xi did not say a word, watching him approach.

In the ear only oneself suddenly becomes clear the heartbeat sound.

His sleeves were rolled up, the neckline was slightly open, his short hair hung over his forehead, and his eyes were as black as ink.

“Can’t sleep?” He put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked down at her.

Although Jin Xi usually pays attention to the image, she never sticks to the details during the case handling. Like any criminal policeman, he can sleep soundly wherever he goes. Sometimes lying on the floor of a van, you can sleep.

But at the moment, under the gaze of Han Shen, he feels a little uncomfortable.

Like a woman, in front of a man, it’s very impolite to lie on such a big stab.

The top of my head suddenly became heavy. Then I can feel the cool fingers passing through my hair.

It was Han Chen who reached out and rubbed her hair.

Jinxi did not move.

“What are you staring at me for?” He looked cool and his voice was light. “Still up?” He put his hand back in his trouser pocket and turned away.

Jin Xi pursed her lips. He came to her first to talk.

He went to the door, reached for the light switch and took the door.

The lights went out, and the room was in darkness.

Jin Xi closes her eyes.

I fell asleep for a while, and suddenly I heard the “creak” sound. She opened her eyes and saw a man come in. The light outside the door illuminated his figure, but it was cold.

He brought the door with his backhand, but it was not tightly closed, but half hidden. Then, in silence, he went to another sofa and lay down.

Jin Xi looks at his action, just want to close eyes to continue to sleep. All of a sudden, he heard a cold face and said, “he’s sleeping outside.”

Jin Xi Zheng for a moment: “Oh.”

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at dawn, Jinxi wakes up.

Next door sofa, cold face back to her, still sleeping, there is a low snore. Jinxi stood up and pushed the door out.

When I looked up, I saw a man lying in the double sofa by the door.

It was Han Shen.

But Laodao and Xiaozhuan are probably still outside, and they haven’t come back all night.

Jinxi steps more lightly, passing by him. A bow, but stop.

He is one meter eight, and the length of the double sofa is certainly not enough. Head pillow on the armrest, cushion a cushion, legs are all hanging out of the sofa, shoes are not off. In the early morning, he wore a jacket.

Jinxi silently thought: why doesn’t this guy sleep in the big sofa? Cold noodles are shorter than him. Let them be nestled in this small sofa.

Though she thought so, she crept back to the meeting room, took out a thin blanket, squatted down in front of him, and slowly built it up.

Looking closer, his face was even whiter, his nose was straight and straight, and his outline was clear. Men have a slight heat, there is a light smell of tobacco. Jin Xi tucked in the blanket for him, but his eyes fell on his hand.

His hands are long and bony. Jin Xi today found that his right hand next to the mouth of the tiger, there is a shallow scar. But who’s not hurt? On Jin Xi’s left waist, there are also traces of being cut by a knife when catching a prisoner.

This life scar may be innumerable, but need not mention to the person.

Just because they’re all criminal police.

Is walking God, suddenly see the dream of Han Chen eyebrows a frown. Before she could react, she felt a strong grip on her hand, which was tucked in the corner of the blanket for him. She pulled her forward, and the man fell to his chest. Then her waist suddenly tight, he was firmly hooped, unable to move.

Jinxi looked at him stupidly.

His eyes were still closed, his brows were more heavy, and his handsome face was as cold as a sculpture. He leaned his head against her shoulder, and she heard him sniff the breath of her long hair.Then his arms tightened and tighter. Her hands were like tongs, and her fingers were almost embedded in her skin and flesh. Jinxi has never been held so hard, as if exhausted his whole body strength, to rub her into his body is willing.

Jinxi couldn’t move at all. She felt as if she had heard something crashing into her heart.

But he was so powerful that she said, “Han Shen!”

He made a good move.

Their faces were next to each other, and she saw him slowly open his eyes.

The two were looking at each other at a very close distance.

He has always been clear and sharp eyes, there is a moment of confusion, as if to recognize the person in front of her.

He even knelt in the sofa and kept still. He also looked at her, deep black eyes. Two people’s lips, only a few centimeters away.

He suddenly let go of her, rubbed his hair, and sat up.

Jinxi also immediately stood up and said, “cover your quilt, and you will be captured as a gangster.”

He reached for a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and stood up: “don’t mind. I had a dream just now. I’m a bit confused. ” Finish also did not look at her, took out the match, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, pushed the door and went out.

Jinxi: “Oh.”

Seeing that he was far away, she folded the blanket again and put it back. He picked up his own toothbrush and towel and went to the bathroom.

It’s still early. The bathroom is empty. Autumn sun, through layers of mist, shot through the window. Jinxi with toothbrush, drooping head, thought: what dream did he have?

Who did you dream of? Make him what he was.

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