When she said this, the ending sounded slightly upward, with a hint of coquetry, and the whole person was sitting there with her black hair hanging on her snow-white shoulders, black and white, with a smile on the corners of her lips, and her eyes were quiet and peaceful.

Song Yuhang was astonished for a moment. She felt that she shouldn't be a drug dealer or broker. No matter which status she was, she should be the elf in the forest, the most beautiful thing in the world.

She subconsciously stretched out her hand to pick up the person, but felt that it was wrong, so she gathered the clothes that slipped onto her arm. Song Yuhang seemed to be scalded when her eyes touched the gorgeous Manshu Shahua. Take a step back and squat down in front of her.

"Come on, I'll carry you."

The flash of struggle in Song Yuhang's eyes failed to escape her, and Lin Nian couldn't tell what it was like.

After all, they were just two strangers bound together by fate and an assassination.

As for Pei Jinhong, what she just said was really abrupt and out of bounds.

Lin Fan regretted it, "No, I'll go by myself."

As soon as the voice fell, Song Yuhang had already bent her legs, she had to rush forward on her back, and then she was easily carried on her back.

The sudden weightlessness caught her off guard, so that she subconsciously reached out and put her arms around her neck.

This was completely an instinctive reaction every time she carried her before.

Lin Nian came back to his senses, blushing and heartbeat, and felt too deliberate and unsafe to let go.

Song Yuhang seemed to notice something and smiled lightly.

"Grab firmly, the road is slippery on rainy days, don't fall."

Before Lin Nian could come back to her senses, she strode across a steep slope. Lin Nian was thrown out, dizzy, and had to lean back, clinging to her neck, and gnashing her teeth in her ears.

"Song, Yu, Hang."

I don't know why, as soon as she climbed up, Song Yuhang felt a sense of familiarity, as if this was a scene that had been rehearsed thousands of times in her dream.

She is unforgettable and lingering, and she has a sense of belonging that has settled down.

Her back is all she has.

When she was entangled in the thought of herself, Lin Fan called her name in her ear, as if a sharp sword pierced the bottom of her heart, and her hands and feet were weakened by the instantaneous heat.

She almost staggered and had to reach out and support a tree trunk, panting slightly.

"You be honest." implies warnings and threats.

Lin Feicai was not afraid, and snorted softly, and put his arms around her neck openly, moving to make him more comfortable on his stomach.

"Hurry up, it's going to dawn."

She feels comfortable, and she feels restless.

Originally, she hadn't thought about that just now, but Lin Fan's light and fluttering words evoked her deep inner desires.

Especially every time she took a step, her softness rubbed against her back, and the clothes that had been soaked in heavy rain became more flimsy, and she seemed to carry a bunny bunny between her steps.

The bunny was not quite at peace, talking to her ears for a while, squeezing her face and tugging her hair for a while.

Song Yuhang's brain was full of this rabbit and that gorgeous Manshu Shahua, and the corners of her eyes were gradually reddening. When she arched up again, she finally stopped, couldn't stand her temper and let the person down, and growled. .

"You **** go by yourself!!!"

The movements were a bit simple and rough, Lin Nian was frightened. It was only a long time since he had not seen it, and it was rare to have such a chance to be alone. It was a little bit more temperamental for the little woman, but it aroused the anger of the opponent.

How could she treat her like this before, and even swear to her! ! !

Lin Nian was angry, sad, and wronged. He narrowed his mouth, grabbed a handful of weeds and threw it over.

"Go by yourself, get out!"

That's what I said, but his eyes were clearly shining with water.

Song Yuhang turned to leave, couldn't take two steps, and fell back like his fate, squatting down in front of her.

"Come up."

There was a hint of intent in his tone.

Lin Nian held the tree, thinking about getting up and trying to walk on his own, but failed several times, gritted his teeth.

"Go away, the cat is crying and the mouse is pretending."

Song Yuhang did the same thing, going to bend her legs, Lin Fan backed away, the two of them were torn apart, not letting anyone else.

In the end, she was slightly weaker, and she was pinched to the point and pushed up.

Lin Wei was dizzy and had to hug her neck.

Song Yuhang came forward without saying a word.

On the contrary, Lin Nian lay on her back again, and there was a faint sweetness and sadness in her heart that no matter who she was or who appeared in front of her in what capacity, she would not ignore her.

"You said that you are a policeman, we are not conspiring, why rush out to save me?"

Talking is good, at least it can resolve a certain degree of embarrassment, but also divert attention.

Song Yuhang thought for a while: "Because it is a policeman, I will rescue any Chinese citizen in danger."

Even if it is a criminal suspect, only the law can determine his life or death.

Lin Wei sneered: "Then you have saved people, and you can just throw me there. Why do you treat me so well?"

This question is really a bit sharp. According to reason, she should have thrown her there, and put on handcuffs to control her and wait for her colleagues to deal with it.

But she didn't do this, she felt relented, and even gave up the principle of being a policeman at one point.

Song Yuhang was silent.

Lin got tired of the inch: "Say, why don't you talk anymore, it's impossible that you are so good to me because..."

Before the three words "like me" could be blurted out, Song Yuhang seemed to have expected what she would say and interrupted her.

"I don't know if anyone is coming, it's dangerous to stay here."

"Then you can call the police and let the police take me away."

"The phone... is out of power."

The slightly pale and weak explanation made Lin Nian giggle, and her nails lightly scratched her earlobes.

"Police Officer Song, you are really interesting, you are a wonderful person."

The person who was praised did not show any happiness, but tightened the corners of his lips. The expression on his face was very stiff, but even so, it was difficult to resist the gradually red ears.

She venomously: "You shut up."

The man on his back didn't make any more noise this time, and he didn't speak any more.

Song Yuhang, who hadn't been able to respond for a long time, felt soft again. She thought: Could it be that she was too fierce? Is it true that she has become fierce and fierce as she said?

Obviously, it's just a few irrelevant questions, so why bother to have such a big temper with her.

Song Yuhang figured out the joints, cleared his throat and said, "My phone is really out of power, yours, the forest is deep, I don't know how long it will take to get back to the side of the highway."

She turned her back on her back, panting slightly, and looked up at the density of the canopy in the forest to identify the direction.

Lin Fan didn't answer, and lay on her back honestly.

Lin Shen became more and more gloomy, another thunderstorm, and dense raindrops fell again.

This **** typhoon day.

Song Yuhang secretly cursed the people up.

"Hey, I want to ask you something."

Following her movements, Lin Nang's head slightly tilted to one side, her arms dropped, and her neck was sprinkled with hot breath, which was unusually hot.

Song Yuhang was shocked, put the person down and sat down against the tree, stretched out his hand to caress her forehead, and suddenly secretly said that it was not good.

Have a fever.

It's raining again in the wilderness.

She can't do that anymore.

Song Yuhang looked at her pale lips, but there was a sickly blush on her cheeks, gritted her teeth, and lifted her back again.

"I'll take you to find a place to shelter from the rain."

"Don't sleep, wake up, talk to me."

While running in the forest, she looked back at her condition from time to time.

Lin Nang's head touched her neck, it was very hot.

Song Yuhang was anxious, and ran forward quickly, crossing a pine forest, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

There is a wooden house across the river.

But there is no bridge, maybe there is, but maybe it's far away, the rain is getting heavier, and she can't afford to delay it.

Song Yuhang looked at the rushing stream in front of him, gritted his teeth, and lifted the person up.

"Can you hear me? We are going to cross the river. The water is very urgent. Hold me tight."

Lin Fan didn't speak. There was a fire in her throat, burning her internal organs and her sanity, but she vaguely heard what Song Yuhang was talking about, so she held her arms tightly.

Although this little strength is better than nothing, Song Yuhang heaved a sigh of relief, carrying her cautiously into the water from the low-lying place, and walking towards the opposite bank with one foot deep and one shallow foot.

The stones are slippery and covered with moss. Coupled with the swelling water of the rained river, some branches and debris float from the upper stream from time to time.

Song Yuhang was struggling to walk and had to be distracted to protect her. He choked on the water several times, but still carried her firmly on his back.

Lin Nian was in a daze, as if she was floating in the deep sea again, and the similar silence and suffocation enveloped her again.

The only source of heat came from the person in front of her. Lin Fan had to hold her clothes tightly, burnt, her mouth was plausible, and tears rolled out of her eyes.

"Song Yuhang, Yuhang..."

Song Yuhang finally trudged to the other side, put the person down, reached out to touch her forehead, but listened to what she was whispering, and when he leaned closer, it was his own name. He was shocked and shook her shoulders.

"What are you talking about?! What do you call me?! Lin Wei, is Lin Wei you?! Call me again, call me again!"

At her almost stubborn request, Lin Nai slowly opened her eyes. When she saw her face clearly, her expression returned to her usual indifference and guard, and she drew back.

"You... what do you want to do?"

She was burnt and slurred, but she still remembered to pretend to be herself.

One more person knows her identity, and one more person is in danger.

Song Yuhang couldn't care much anymore, and hugged people in his arms.

Lin Nian struggled, pressing his tongue against his teeth to keep his mind sane.

"What...what are you doing?"

"To shut up!"

Song Yuhang angrily kicked open the door of the wooden house, a breath of old rotten wood hit his face.

Fortunately, it was dry inside, and there was a small bed that could only accommodate one person. It was probably a temporary residence for the rangers during patrols.

She put the person up, and in this nowhere to hide position, she lifted her chin and forced her to look at herself.

Word by word, gritted teeth.

"Who are you? What did you just call me?"

Lin tired of fever and shook his head.

Song Yuhang held her face, his eyes gradually reddened, and his finger touched the mole on the corner of her eye. It was true.

The palms ran over her slender eyelashes, these affectionate eyes are also true.

She trembled, her lips trembled, and she was desperate for an answer like a lunatic who lost her mind, so she gritted her teeth and tore her clothes apart.

"Sting—" A crisp sound recalled Lin Wei's few senses, tears rolled from the corners of her eyes, she pushed her out and hugged her shoulders.

"No... don't... I am not... not..."

A flash of lightning outside the window illuminated her tearful eyebrows.

Seeing her shamelessly weeping, disheveled appearance, she is not a criminal tonight.

Song Yuhang's heart was twisted like a knife, dropped his fingertips weakly, and said dumbly.

"Sorry for being abrupt."

She looked at her wet hair and the thin clothes clinging to her body, and turned away.

"However, I think it is better for you to take off your wet clothes. There are quilts here. They are clean. I'll find something outside to make a fire. You... take it off yourself."

As she said, she felt the damp quilt from the bed and wanted to pass it to her.

Lin Nian shrank back, and the trembling expression made her feel a pain in the bottom of her heart.

Song Yuhang put the quilt beside her, got up and pushed the door out, and went around to see if there was any usable firewood.

After she picked it up, she waited for a while in the rain at the door, and heard the rustling sound inside calm down, then knocked on the door to give her a reminder, and then pushed the door in.

Lin Fan tucked his knees and shrank under the quilt, with wet clothes next to him.

Song Yuhang walked over to make a brazier. Fortunately, some of the firewood behind the house was still dry. Sparks quickly appeared after drilling the wood to make the fire. She put the hay in the firewood.

After a while, a raging flame rose.

Lin Fan watched as she took away her clothes, built a wooden shelf next to the brazier and grilled her, her throat moved slightly, but she didn't say anything in the end.

After doing all this, Song Yuhang fiddled with Mars without looking up.

"You go to bed, you still have a fever."

How dare Lin Tired to sleep, and she was suspicious of what she said when she was afraid of falling asleep, even though she was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyes, let alone a high fever.

Although the sparrow in this room is small and complete, there is also an iron pot for boiling water. Lin Nian watched her go out in a daze, and put something on the fire when she came back. After a while, there was a sound of gurgling boiling water in the room.

She was resting on the sound of fireworks in this world, watching her eyebrows gradually blurred by the fire, and finally fell asleep completely.

Song Yuhang got up, righted the person to lie down, tucked the quilt for her, and when the water was boiled, she took it down and took the ice in the stream. After returning, he blew and blew to help the person up and sip to her.

Lin Nian swallowed the warm water, feeling that the thirst in his throat had been relieved, and the whole person had become much warmer.

She was anxious when she drank, coughed a few times, and the drops of water slipped from the corners of her lips. Song Yuhang wiped off the back of her hand for her, put down the pitcher, and laid the person flat.

"Go to sleep."

She heard her whispering in her ear, Lin Nian wanted to answer something, but she was so weak that she couldn't even lift her fingers.

She opened her eyes in a daze and saw Song Yuhang gently pressing the wet kerchief against her forehead.

It's cold and comfortable.

Lin Fan couldn't hold it anymore, and was completely drawn into the darkness by tiredness.

After she fell asleep, Song Yuhang was not idle either. The rainy jungle was wet and cold. She had to make sure that the fire was kept up all night to keep the temperature in the room, and she had to go out to wash after a while. Wash the kerchief and put her forehead to cool down.

In the second half of the night, Lin Fan's face was not so red, and his body temperature gradually became normal.

Song Yuhang then relaxed, sat down by the bed, rubbed his nose and sneezed.

She saw that she was sleeping soundly, and then she raised her arms embarrassedly, took off her clothes and threw them on the fire to roast them, only wearing a black vest and sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Lin Wei actually didn't sleep so deeply. Firstly, she was going in and out, secondly it was rainy and violent, and thirdly, when she was washing her wounds, she was half asleep and half awake.

I didn't say anything but I didn't know what to say, so I simply went to sleep.

At this moment, she was awakened by a sneeze, and then she was seen **** and sitting down with her back facing her, revealing slender and powerful arms, as well as perfect shoulder and neck muscle lines.

Lin Tired inevitably took a few more glances.

Unheard of, Song Yuhang found a shiny ring from the pocket of his changed clothes.

When fighting, I picked it up for fear of losing it.

Song Yuhang rubbed the diamond ring, thinking about things, Lin Wei and Pei Jinhong, Lin Wei smiled at her for a while, and Pei Jinhong's indifferent and hostile expression again.

Her reason and feelings were torn in this way, and her heart was in a mess.

Lin Nian is dead, she can't be wrong to see her body with her own eyes.

But Pei Jinhong appeared, a person who looked exactly like her, except for the different hair color, the mole on the corner of her eyes, and the scars on her body, Lin Fei had some of them.

Is there such a coincidence in the world?

Song Yuhang buried his head in his arms, and started to hesitate for the first time.

Lin Fan was lying down, but since she took out the diamond ring, she was not calm.

A rustle came from behind.

She woke up.

Song Yuhang still didn't move. He raised his head from his arms, rubbed the ring, pressed the corners of his lips, his eyes were reddish.

Lin Nang turned his head to look at her, and said dumbly.

"you are married?"

Song Yuhang recovered and put the ring in his ring finger.

"Ok."

Lin was tired of feeling sad, trying to keep his voice less choked and jealous.

"What about your husband?"

Song Yuhang shook his head: "I don't have a husband."

"that……"

She rubbed the diamond ring and smiled.

"It's my wife."

A sourness suddenly surged from Lin Nian's heart and rushed straight to the bottom of her eyes. She was thankful that she had not looked back and said that she was able to expose herself to this moment of vulnerability.

She quickly raised her hand and wiped the corner of her eye, sniffed, and asked like a stranger.

"Unexpectedly, you are still... gay, what about your wife?"

The smile on Song Yuhang's lips became bitter.

"She is gone."

Lin Nian turned over and buried his face in the damp and smelly quilt.

Song Yuhang turned around and looked at her back.

"You look a lot like her."

Lin Fan sneered while crying.

She didn't look back either.

"Really? No wonder you are so kind to me, but you remember clearly, my name is Pei Jinhong, no one's substitute."

"Okay, I remembered, then can you say this again in front of me, look into my eyes?"

There was a sharpness hidden in Song Yuhang's calm voice.

She stubbornly wanted an answer, and would not give up unless she reached the goal.

Lin Fan understands her character better than anyone else, especially when it comes to herself, she has shown great stubbornness and even some paranoia.

Whether it was when chasing her before, or now.

She sat up under the quilt, her black hair hanging on her shoulders, her expression returning to coldness.

She looked at Song Yuhang as if she was looking at her old enemies, enemies, rivals, and even a trace of sympathy among friends, but there was no love, not even a single bit.

She didn't even frown her brows, unlike Song Yuhang's eyes that were already red before she spoke.

She didn't repeat that sentence, she just said.

"Today you saved me, and I saved you too. It's a tie with my fate. See you next time. You have your position and I have my persistence."

"we……"

Lin Fan paused for a while, and looked up at her.

"It's the enemy."

This alone was not enough, she had to be a little bit more ruthless, destroying all her love and faith.

"Many brothers in nightclubs have seen you. I guess you have been looking for me all the time because you want to know about the brothers. Yes, they have looked for me and asked me to help them sell their kidnapped children to Southeast Asia. ..."

"I agreed, so to some extent, you...your wife's death is also related to me."

There was only a momentary pause, Lin Yan blinked his eyes and forced the tears back without revealing any flaws.

"The enemy is right in front of you, don't you want to take revenge? Will you not regret saving me? Don't you want to get more news from my mouth?"

A series of inquiries made Song Yuhang squeeze his fist tightly, his eyes cracking, bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth. The diamond ring made her palm hurt, but how could it compare to the pain in my heart.

Lin Fan had an illusion for almost a moment that she would rush to break her neck, but after a few breaths, she held back.

Song Yuhang let go of his hand, and a blood stain was worn out on his palm.

"You're right. I don't move you now because you saved me. I have always had a lot of grievances. See you next time—"

She paused briefly, her tone gradually becoming colder.

"I won't be merciful anymore."

As the two people talked, the sky was already bright outside, the fire was gone, and the things that could bring warmth disappeared.

Lin Nang seemed to have had an unreal dream. When she woke up from the dream, it was time for her to return to the intriguing world.

She no longer shy away, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, picking up her own clothes one by one in front of her and putting them on.

Whether it was the scar from the last gunshot wound, or the mark she had carved with the knife herself, all disappeared without a trace.

Lin Fan let her see clearly, even deliberately doing something slowly, and it took a long time to pass through the sleeves, his fingers tied the buttons inflexibly.

He stepped barefoot on the ground, with black hair draped over his shoulders, and his expression was open and open, but his whole body exuded a lazy and charming aura.

On the contrary, Song Yuhang took the lead to look away.

Lin Fan smiled lightly, "Enough?"

Song Yuhang got up, put on his jacket, and put out the fire completely with gravel.

"Not as good as my wife."

The atmosphere of tit-for-tat disintegrated instantly.

Lin Fan's mouth twitched, and he almost blurted out "Fuck your mother".

"Let's go."

This time the two people kept their duty and didn't make any close contact. The only thing Song Yuhang pulled her hand was when she couldn't walk over the slope.

Obviously got the desired result, but neither of them looked very happy, and said nothing on the way back.

Song Yuhang sent people to the edge of the highway and stopped the returning bus.

When the car door opened, Lin Wei went up and nodded lightly, not planning to sit with her.

"Goodbye, Officer Song."

Song Yuhang didn't speak, put his hand in his pocket and watched her gradually go away, and finally disappeared.

When the car completely turned the corner, she spread out her palms, revealing a tightly pinched piece of fabric.

It was carefully cut from the top while drying the clothes for her, and it was still stained with dazzling blood.

Lin Tien didn't know.

Extracting evidence is the instinct of every criminal policeman.