moonlight lure

Song Shiwei lowered her head and pulled the flower vine and whispered softly. She didn't want to say anything, and she didn't want him to continue talking.

Because it was so stupid...she did a good thing.

Rather than him seeing it as an allergy, she would rather he misunderstood it as a hickey.

After all, she didn't care whether she was single in his heart, but she cared very much about her intellectual status in the eyes of others.

Because your mouth will swell immediately after taking one bite of mango, so you secretly hide and show off a large box every time. Doesn’t it sound particularly smart?

But the usually discerning person seemed not to notice that she was unwilling to say anything. He looked at her face solemnly and asked, "Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Song Shiwei plucked the flowers and leaves hard, feeling vaguely annoyed and irritated: "No need."

Seeing that he was staring at her uneasily, she reluctantly added again, her voice getting lower and lower, and the final note was almost inaudible: "I often do this."

Ji Yanchen thought for a moment and tried to speculate: "Often, deliberately, like this?"

She buried her head in digging in the soil in silence, her face looking foul behind the mask.

From her awkward attitude, Ji Yanchen probably figured out what was going on.

A faint smile flashed across his dark eyes for a moment. After a while, he coughed slightly and deliberately lowered his voice: "Then I owe you a big favor today, Prosecutor Song. Thank you for your help regardless of personal safety."

Song Shiwei glanced at him. The sound of his calling her name last night could still be heard clearly, and it seemed that the prosecutor's voice was particularly sinister now.

She responded quietly: "You talk more than I thought, Captain Ji."

He kept moving his hands, and said in a deep voice with a hint of a smile: "What else do you imagine?"

Boring, taciturn, old-fashioned, and doesn't like to laugh.

Song Shiwei counted silently in her mind, and at the same time, she glanced sideways and saw the slight curvature of the corners of his lips.

It seems like every label has been overturned by now.

Seeing her silence, the person next to her was very self-aware: "It seems that I left a very bad impression on you."

Song Shiwei joked: "Otherwise? If you point a gun at the person you meet for the first time, what good impression can you have on him?"

Ji Yanchen's eyes were filled with sadness for a moment, and then quickly disappeared.

"When I first met you, you seemed familiar."

He paused for a moment and pretended to ask casually, "Have you been living in Chengdu before?"

Song Shiwei was startled unexpectedly and secretly looked at the profile of the person next to her.

During Hu Ping's short transfer career that year, although they happened to be in the same school, she had no impression of him at all. Could it be that he had met her before?
After a while, she calmly replied: "Yes, I have been in Chengdu."

He looked at her silently, nodded and said nothing.

Not sure if it was her own misunderstanding, Song Shiwei vaguely saw depression in his eyes.But the emotion of that moment was too short-lived. Before she could see him clearly, he hid everything, turned around and picked up the tool as if nothing happened: "Help me."

She took half a step forward in response, and suddenly a gust of wind blew up the roses on the shelf. The fragrance of the flowers and the remaining leaves hit them both at the same time.

Song Shiwei subconsciously turned her head to avoid him. He stepped sideways in front of her without leaving a trace. He raised his eyes to look at the sky and said in a deep voice, "We have to hurry up."

The two of them stopped talking, and they tacitly agreed to speed up and finish handling the flower stand, and then put up the awning after a lot of trouble.

Song Shiwei's arms were so tired that her legs were numb from squatting.

After washing her hands with a water pipe, she looked back at the injured person and said, "I'm driving. Can I take you back?" Because of his mistake just now, their workload more than doubled, and the time it took was the same.

It's almost five o'clock now, quite close to the typhoon warning time.

He nodded, and the two of them quickly cleaned up the scene and walked to the parking lot without wasting any more time. He reported the address: "In the garden."

It was in the completely opposite direction to her community. The place where he lived was in the old city. The traffic situation was very worrying, the roads were narrow, and there were many people.

But people should stay at home during a typhoon, right?Song Shiwei secretly started the engine and prepared for the worst, but she still had mixed emotions when she arrived near her destination.

Fortunately, there were no cars on the street in this weather. What was worrying was that all those cars were parked on both sides of the road, which was not wide. The width left in the middle was a test of driving skills and luck.

It has started to rain lightly outside the window.Song Shiwei pursed her lips and looked ahead for two seconds, stepped on the accelerator amidst the worried eyes of the people beside her, and skillfully controlled the vehicle to slowly cross the path.

Ji Yanchen looked sideways in surprise. The man in the driver's seat looked calm and composed, with his narrow black eyes staring straight ahead. The exposed half of his cheek was white and soft, exuding a calm and focused charm.

He looked at her for a moment, then silently retracted his gaze, his Adam's apple restrained from rolling.

The rain outside the car was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the glass with a crisp sound.

There was only the last short stretch of road left, and after a near-miss turn, we entered the community where Ji Yanchen lived.

There is no underground parking lot in the old community, and there are also cars parked on the ground, but the condition is much better than the old road outside.

Song Shiwei followed the co-pilot's instructions and turned a few turns before parking the car downstairs of the unit. She breathed a sigh of relief and asked him to take the umbrella in the car door with her. She went back to the basement and didn't need it.

When he opened the door, there was a strong gust of wind. The car door was blown against the front body with a muffled sound. The branches and leaves of the old tree downstairs were blown violently, and an extra rain of leaves fell on their heads.

After saying goodbye, Song Shiwei quickly turned around and drove away from the community. Just as she was planning to speed up at the intersection in front of her, something happened on that road.

On an old road that was so narrow that only one small car could pass, a BMW hit a Maybach parked on the side of the road. The driver was a businessman in a suit and tie. He seemed to be in a hurry. He stood outside the car holding an umbrella and making a phone call. His expression and speech were very violent.

Song Shiwei stopped in front of the community gate, her heart sank, knowing that she would not be able to get out for a while.

She stepped back and turned around to walk to the other end, but stopped again after walking only a few meters.

Outside the car, the wind was howling and the rain was blowing. She looked ahead intently. The roads in the old city were in disrepair, and there were dense trees on both sides. The danger was doubled in a typhoon day, and roadblocks had been erected in advance.

Both sides of the road were blocked.

No matter how good your mental quality is, you can't help but feel emotional at this moment when you are stuck in the wind and rain.

Song Shiwei leaned heavily into her seat, pulled off her mask angrily and threw it aside, closed her eyes and rubbed her brows.

But the problem still had to be solved, she couldn't spend a night here.

She forced herself to calm down, picked up her phone, and found the most recent call in the records.

After a long half minute, the other party finally picked up, and at the same time realized that there was something wrong with her call at this time: "What happened?"

Song Shiwei suppressed her impatience and said in a low voice: "I can't get out."

There was silence in the receiver for a moment, and the man's voice was calm, with a calming and comforting power: "I'll go down now, wait for me."

She held the phone and suddenly calmed down.

(End of this chapter)