His body was slightly cold, but his lips were very hot.
He looked directly at her, without any desire, but gave her a sense of charm that exceeded desire.
She was a little messy in the wind.
She felt like the area he kissed was burning, burning through her skin and into her heart.
Fu Xizhou didn't let go of her hand, he held it in his palm, his movements were neither light nor heavy, and he had a strong sense of presence.
He raised his long eyebrows slightly: "Mrs. Fu, what were you thinking about just now, huh?"
Gu Beisheng swallowed his throat. After all, he had expressed his feelings, so he stopped being pretentious. He looked directly into his eyes and lazily opened his lips: "I was thinking about what happened on the hospital bed..."
"Oh? That's what I thought."
His voice was a bit hoarse.
Gu Beisheng licked his lips and became nervous again.
She is real, she can't seduce him...
His low, hoarse voice with a hint of laughter sounded again: "Mrs. Fu, do you want to do it again?"
Gu Beisheng: "...I..."
"Master Fu!" Shi Qing trotted over and said hurriedly: "I found out where Song Chuman once lived... uh... I seem to have come at the wrong time?"
Fu Xizhou looked back at him, his eyes suddenly turned cold.
It was too late for Shi Qing to escape.
Fu Xizhou's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly: "There don't seem to be enough masters laying ceramic tiles on the east bank of the Yangtze River."
Shi Qing wanted to cry but had no tears.
After a while, he reluctantly said: "I'll go help in a moment."
Gu Beisheng couldn't help but laugh.
Fu Xizhou did not let go of her hand, but held it tighter and asked in a low voice: "What did you find?"
"Song Chuman used to live in Shangcheng, Pigeon House in Nanyang District."
Fu Xizhou fell into deep thought.
Gu Beisheng frowned and remembered something very important.
Grandma said before that the mall is the hometown of Fu Xizhou's mother.
Fu Xizhou also lived there for a long time when he was a child. By coincidence, it was in Nanyang District and only one street away from the Pigeon Tower.
The Pigeon House is called the Pigeon House because the houses there are densely packed with seventeen stories high. There are more than thirty residents on each floor, and one room is less than fifteen square meters.
The environment is very bad, and the people living there feel like they are living in a pigeon house.
Song Chuman had lived in such a dirty and messy environment before. It was no wonder that she could stay in the slums of Nancheng.
She looked at Fu Xizhou: "Do you remember when you came to Bincheng?"
"five years ago."
Gu Beisheng frowned and couldn't help but ask: "Didn't you come here two years ago?"
Fu Xizhou shook his head: "I came to Bincheng for treatment a long time ago, but I didn't mention it to the outside world."
She always thought that Fu Xizhou had been in the mall two years ago.
Unexpectedly, he was already in Bincheng five years ago.
I couldn't help but think of what Xiaozhou had confessed when he mentioned his life experience.
Gu Beisheng's breath stagnated and he lowered his eyes. His heart felt uneasy for no reason. He forced himself to calm down and think.
She asked calmly: "When you were plotted, were you in the mall or somewhere? Was Song Chuman in the same city as you at that time?"
Fu Xizhou looked at her and answered truthfully: "Bincheng."
Gu Beisheng was stunned.
Bincheng was plotted five years ago...
She was also in Bincheng, also five years ago...
Won't……
how could be?
This must be just a coincidence...
It's a coincidence...
Worried that Fu Xizhou would notice something strange, he said, "I just received news that Song Chuman's phone has been cracked. I'll check to see if there are any clues."
Fu Xizhou nodded.
Gu Beisheng walked out.
Fu Xizhou looked at her slender back, noticed her somewhat messy steps, and his eyes darkened a bit.
*
Good night.
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