night.
Fu Cheng held her hand and walked to the riverside. The wind was still cool at night, but it seemed to be covered with water vapor, which was very wet.
Song Shengsheng also wore a coat before going out, because she was afraid of the cold.
The thin coat could block the wind. She held Fu Cheng’s hand tightly and walked forward slowly while stepping on the shadow on the ground.
Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something.
Song Shengsheng looked at the reflection of the two people tangled together on the ground, hesitated for a while, and asked in a low voice: “Is it very fast to take a bus from Guangzhou to Hong Kong City?”
Fu Cheng turned his face, and under the light, he saw a cold and serious face, three-dimensional facial features, as delicate and beautiful as a sculpture, with deep eyes staring at her quietly for a while.
He silently pressed her five fingers and asked back, “Don’t you don’t like Hong Kong City? Why do you still ask about this? Do you want to go?”
Song Shengsheng shook his head, “I don’t want to go, I suddenly remembered when I saw the Jiang side.”
Fu Cheng looked at her side face, delicate and small, and the skin covered by the moonlight was as delicate as snow, white as white, which made him itchy. He restrained the desire in his heart and said, “It’s very fast, two or three hours drive.”
Song Shengsheng thought, it was so close.
A distance of such a small distance was a demonic obstacle that she could not escape no matter how she escaped.
Only then could she remember to care: “Is Shen Zhishu still recuperating in Hong Kong City?”
It seemed that he had been transferred to Hong Kong City for a long time.
At least it’s been a month.
Song Shengsheng had never seen the crime scene. He didn’t know that he was stabbed to the depths of the vital point, nor did he see any bloody scenes. At first, he heard others say that the backbone of the research institute was almost stabbed to death, so he stayed at the almost step.
Since it’s a little bit worse.
That should not be very serious.
Fu Cheng tightened his jaw, was silent, and told her, “Well, he is still in the Harbor City.”
Song Shengsheng held his arm and slowly stopped. The evening breeze blew up her long hair, and her delicate eyebrows were visible. She looked at the river and then asked, “Do you know who the person who stabbed him?”
She was quite curious.
Shen Zhishu is very versatile and if he smiles at everyone, it is difficult to offend anyone.