The Third Thousand Three Hundred and Forty-Six Chapters Forensic Adults, Please Arrest (Twenty-Eighth)
,
It didn't work for a while.
Qin Ruiqi left the police station and just saw the dyed white coming out of the autopsy room. He nodded to the forensic doctor gently and politely, with a handsome smile.
The forensic doctor looked lonely and estranged, and walked right by.
Even so, there was a new breakthrough in the case, and the investigation was done with full force. The person who killed Sun Lu was the murderer. Although he escaped by chance, he would not run for too long.
…
After a few days,
Zhongda Group is located at No. 88 Hanyu Road.
The 28-storey high-rise buildings stand among the numerous high-rise buildings in the development zone, adorning a corner of the world with majesty and solemnity.
In the chief designer's office, the sun shines into the interior, and a pot of orchid next to the window is full of vitality, and the green radiates the breath of nature.
Light and shadow fell on the person in front of the desk, outlining a gentle and beautiful profile, a delicate and neat workplace dress, and long eyelashes like a butterfly perched.
Bai You sat in front of the computer and concentrated on creating a design drawing.
There was a soothing knock on the door, and the assistant came in, not wanting to disturb the tranquility in the office, and whispered, "Designer Bai, I have come to the reporter to ask to interview you again. The same people who came before are from Haoyu Company."
Bai You's eyes did not leave the design draft, and he still focused all his attention on the draft paper.
She had no interest, spoke lightly, with a clear and noble tone, with a bit of alienation: "Please leave them, I will not be interviewed."
"These reporters are really difficult to deal with. The requests that have been instructed must be sent to the future. They are really indomitable." The assistant sighed involuntarily. As he left, he kept talking. He folded it back again, "This is the reporter's business card. Please, I must pass it on to you."
The business card was placed on the side of the table, and Bai Youguang glanced at it inadvertently, and then his eyes fell from the computer to the business card on the table. The three words Song Miaoyun were prominently printed in the middle of the business card.
She paused slightly.
After a while of silence,
Suddenly she smiled softly.
What a coincidence.
"Never mind." Bai You was thoughtful, her memory jumped back to her childhood, and finally she stopped the assistant who was about to leave. Her expression remained the same, her face was very fair and elegant: "Let her come up."
The assistant's hand holding the door stopped. Although he didn't understand why the designer suddenly changed his mind, he didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and dutifully asked, "Now?"
Bai You nodded slightly, with elegant eyebrows.
After a few minutes.
The knock on the door sounded again.
"Please come in." Bai You's voice was gentle, and he opened his mouth.
The door opened, and the assistant led a girl in, wearing a loose t-shirt and a pair of tight-fitting, slightly flared cropped trousers. The simple outfits were all youthful and beautiful.
It is Song Miaoyun.
Song Miaoyun obviously didn't expect that Bai You, who he could really interview, had already been rejected, but I don't know why this legendary designer suddenly changed his mind.
But it was enough to surprise her.
Entering the chief designer's office, Song Miaoyun was a little embarrassed, but when she saw the figure in front of the desk, she subconsciously froze for a moment.
The style of the office is simple and clean, with a clean elegance, just like Bai You.
The young chief designer is sitting at the desk, with picturesque eyebrows and generous eyes.
At first glance, she has an amazing and comfortable temperament. She seems to be a lady from the Republic of China period. She is knowledgeable and gentle.
,
Even though he had seen the photos before, Song Miaoyun couldn't help but be amazed.
"Bai, Miss Bai You, hello!" Song Miaoyun was a little excited and greeted with stumbling.
Bai You glanced at Song Miaoyun with no expression, and smiled politely.
Song Miaoyun nervously said a few words to Bai You and asked, "Then I started the interview?"
Bai You nodded.
Song Miaoyun quickly entered the working state, and her voice was sweet and soft: "Excuse me, Miss Bai You, you have already achieved great achievements abroad. Why did you give up the original favorable conditions and choose to return to China for development?"
The beauty has a delicate face with a faint smile, which is just the right amount of estrangement. Her eyebrows are very beautiful in the sun, and her answer is gentle: "I have studied and worked abroad for many years, especially in the past two years, I have always missed my relatives and friends in China. "
"Ms. Bai You, your works are novel and unique. Where does your inspiration come from?" Song Miaoyun blinked and continued to ask.
Bai You hooked up a strand of broken hair around her ear, and the elegant earrings she dangled against her white earlobes, with a beautiful profile, "I will seek to be different in the details of my life, and integrate them into my creations. The new perspective gives people a visual shock.”
Song Miaoyun asked expectantly: "In three months, there will be an industry jewelry design competition. Miss Bai You, will you participate?"
"Of course." Bai You smiled gently, as if stepping out of an ink painting, "It's my honor to participate."
Song Miaoyun asked a few more questions, and Bai You answered them all politely and politely, with a noble temperament.
After the interview, Song Miaoyun couldn't help bending his eyes and smiled: "Thank you so much! You are really gentle."
"You're welcome." Bai You's tone was neither hurried nor slow, soft and distant coexist.
Until Song Miaoyun left, her mood was still flying. She didn't expect Miss Bai You to be so nice and her tasks could be handed over.
…
After leaving the police station, Ranbai did not go home directly. She held an umbrella and came to a dessert shop by herself.
The stern figure in white stood in the drizzle, holding a black umbrella, looking up at W.R. Fairy Tale, she indifferently retracted her gaze and walked in.
W.R. Fairy Tale Even on rainy days, the atmosphere does not seem silent at all, like the last pure land in the dark.
The light and melodious sound of the violin flows in the ears, the steaming milk tea is steaming, and the exquisite and small desserts are quietly placed on the counter. The wind chimes that came down swayed from side to side and made a crisp sound. The snow-white cat was drowsy in the corner of the lazily nest, and occasionally licked its paws.
The cold rain knocked on the window, calm and indifferent.
"Hello, do you want something?" The clerk smiled habitually, and then after seeing Miss Sister, she instantly smiled: "Miss Sister, you're here!"
Woohoo, she loves Miss Sister's face so much, she can be full of abstinence! !
The forensic doctor lowered his eyes, closed his umbrella, and asked calmly, "Is Wei Ran there?"
The clerk was stunned for a moment, and his face was not quite right: "Are you looking for the store manager?"
The store clerk's heart is full of grief and grief. Could it be that the young lady was also bewitched by the miserable face of their store manager! Can't! ! !
However, the clerk said very honestly: "The manager is upstairs."
Ranbai thanked him, put the dripping umbrella on the corner of the wall, and went straight up the stairs.