Chapter 866 News of the Killing

Shen Xiuran listened quietly to Song Anhao's words.

After Song Anhao finished talking, she remembered that Shen Xiuran had just returned from work, and hurriedly asked, "Have you had dinner? The dinner brought by the housekeeper has your portion."

Shen Xiuran said: "No!"

Song An hurriedly stretched out his hand to beckon him over: "Then come and eat with us."

Shen Xiuran didn't move, just stood there quietly.

Song Anhao's nose is extremely sharp. He was concentrating on chatting with Gu Weiwei just now, but he didn't notice it. Now that he calmed down, he immediately smelled a faint smell of blood.

She rubbed her nose, frowned and said, "Why is there a bloody smell? Are you injured?"

Shen Xiuran sniffed his arms.

There was indeed a bloody smell.

It must have been stained in a darkroom.

I didn't feel it outside, but the hospital was fully enclosed and heated, so the smell of blood became more and more obvious.

In order not to worry Song An, he smiled and said, "I'm not injured, it must have been accidentally stained somewhere just now! I'm going to change my clothes."

With that said, he took out a set of clean clothes and went into the bathroom.

Gu Weiwei felt that since Shen Xiuran had returned, there was no need for them to stay any longer, so while Shen Xiuran was taking a shower in the bathroom, she hurriedly finished dinner and dragged Song Wenxi away.

When Shen Xiuran came out, only Song Anhao was left in the ward.

When Gu Weiwei left, she had already cleaned up all the used lunch boxes.

Song Anhao pointed to the untouched thermal lunch box on the bedside table, and said with a smile: "It's very late, Weiwei and my brother left beforehand, that lunch box belongs to you, my brother and Weiwei didn't move it!"

She knew that Shen Xiuran was a clean freak.

He doesn't like other people touching his things.

So I want to emphasize it again.

In case Shen Xiuran felt awkward and refused to eat.

Shen Xiuran used a dry towel to wipe her wet hair carelessly twice, threw it on the sofa beside her, walked to the bed, opened the insulated lunch boxes, placed them neatly on the bedside table, and ate them slowly stand up.

Song Anhao tilted his head, wanting to admire Shen Xiuran's meal as if he were admiring a work of art.

After being married for such a long time, Shen Xiuran's habits really haven't changed at all.

Still so elegant.

After dinner, Shen Xiuran's wet hair was already dry.

He cleaned up the tableware, put them on the coffee table, and consciously brought a basin of hot water from the bathroom to wipe Song Anhao's body.

While wiping, Shen Xiuran asked, "How do you feel today? Are you feeling better?"

Song Anhao nodded: "It's much better, as long as you don't make big moves, your stomach won't hurt much."

Shen Xiuran nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

After wiping Song Anhao's body clean, he lifted the quilt, got into the bed, stretched out his upper arm, and hugged Song Anhao into his arms.

Song An nestled quietly in Shen Xiuran's arms, listening to his regular heartbeat, and after thinking for a while, couldn't help asking: "Uncle, how is Xue Wanqing doing now? Is she dead?"

Today, she searched Xue Wanqing's information on her mobile phone.

However, there is no news about Xue Wanqing's murder.

Only Xue's father and Xue's mother called the police to tell the news of Xue Wanqing's disappearance.

However, the Xue family is no longer in the imperial capital, and there will be no media reports about them.

So, I just talked about Xue Wanqing's disappearance in a few words.

She didn't want to ask Shen Xiuran, for fear that Shen Xiuran would be angry.

However, for some reason, she always felt a little uneasy.

As for where this anxiety came from, she didn't know.

(End of this chapter)

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like