I couldn't do anything for a moment.

When Qin Ruiqi left the police station, he happened to see Ran Bai coming out of the anatomy room. He nodded to the forensic doctor gently and politely, smiling handsomely.

The forensic doctor looked aloof and alienated, and walked straight past.

Despite this, the case has a new breakthrough. We have to investigate with all our might. The person who killed Sun Lu is the murderer. Although he escaped by luck, he will not run for too long.

…

A few days later,

Zhongda Group is located at No. 88 Hanyu Road.

The 28-story high-rise buildings stand among the skyscrapers in the development zone, majestic and solemnly dotted a corner of the world.

In the office of the chief designer, the sun shines into the interior, and a pot of orchid beside the window is full of vitality, green and radiating the breath of nature.

The light and shadow fell on the person at the desk, outlining his gentle and beautiful side face. He was dressed in a delicate and neat workplace, and his slender eyelashes seemed to be a dwelling on a butterfly.

Bai You sat in front of the computer, concentrating on a design drawing.

A soothing knock on the door came, and the assistant walked in, feeling a little unwilling to disturb Ning Jing in the office, and whispered: "Designer Bai, come to the reporter to ask for an interview with you again. Everyone with Haoyu Company."

Bai You's eyes did not leave the design draft, but still focused all his attention on the draft paper.

She had no interest, spoke indifferently, her tone was clear and noble, with a little alienation: "Please leave, I won't accept an interview."

"These reporters are really difficult to deal with. The requests he has repeatedly told him will definitely be sent to the future. They are really indomitable." The assistant sighed involuntarily, and while leaving, he kept saying something. He was about to reach the door, and suddenly he turned back, "This is the business card of the reporter. Please I must hand it over to you."

The business card was placed next to the table. Bai You glanced inadvertently, and then he fell from the computer to the business card on the table. The three words Song Miaoyun were eye-catchingly printed on the middle part of the business card.

She paused slightly.

After a while,

Suddenly he chuckled gently.

What a coincidence.

"Well." Bai You thought, and his memory jumped to childhood. Finally, he called out to his assistant who was about to leave. Her expression remained unchanged. Her side face was very fair and elegant: "Let her come up."

The assistant stopped holding the door's hand. Although he didn't understand why the designer suddenly changed his mind, he didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and asked conscientiously, "Now?"

Bai You nodded slightly, his eyebrows and eyes were elegant.

A few minutes later.

The knock on the door sounded again.

"Please come in." Bai You spoke with a gentle voice and a demeanor.

The door opened, and the assistant led a girl in, a loose T-shirt, tight and slightly flared cropped pants, and simple clothes were decorated with youthful beauty.

It's Song Miaoyun.

Song Miaoyun obviously didn't expect that Bai You could actually interview him, which was rejected, but I wonder why the legendary designer suddenly changed his mind.

But it was still enough to surprise her.

When she entered the chief designer's office, Song Miaoyun was a little embarrassed, and when she saw the figure in front of her desk, she subconsciously was stunned.

The style of the office is simple and clean, with clean elegance, which is exactly the same as that of Bai You.

The young chief designer Duan Fang sat at the desk, his eyebrows were picturesque and elegant.

It looks amazing and comfortable at first glance, and it seems to be a lady from the Republic of China period, well-educated and gentle.

Even though she had seen the photos before, Song Miaoyun couldn't help but be amazed.

"Hello, Miss Bai You!" Song Miaoyun was a little excited and said hello with a bumpy greeting.

Bai You glanced at Song Miaoyun with a polite look.

Song Miaoyun said a few words to Bai You nervously and asked, "Then will I start the interview?"

Bai You nodded.

Song Miaoyun quickly entered the work state, with a sweet and soft voice: "Ms. Bai You, you have already achieved great achievements abroad. Why did you give up your original generous conditions and choose to return to China to develop?"

The beauty's delicate face holds a faint smile, which is just right for alienation, and her eyebrows are very beautiful in the sun. Her answer is gentle: "I have been studying and working 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 known for their novelty and uniqueness. Where did your inspiration for your creation come from?" Song Miaoyun blinked and continued to ask.

Bai You hooked a strand of broken hair around his ears, and the elegant earrings set off the white earlobes and beautiful side faces. "I will seek to be unique in the subtle details of life, integrate it into my creation, and bring visual shock to people from a new perspective."

Song Miaoyun asked with some anticipation: "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 he was walking out of the ink painting, "It is my honor to participate in the competition."

Song Miaoyun asked a few more questions, and Bai You answered them politely and politely, with a noble temperament.

After the interview, Song Miaoyun couldn't help but bent her eyes and smiled: "Thank you so much! You are so gentle."

"You're welcome." Bai You's tone was neither fast nor slow, and soft and alienated coexisted.

Until Song Miaoyun left, her mood was still flying. Unexpectedly, Miss Bai You was so good and she could also get her job done.

…

After leaving the police station, Ranbai did not go home directly. She came to a dessert shop with an umbrella alone.

The solemn figure in white clothes stood in the drizzle, holding a black umbrella, looking up at w.r. fairy tale, she withdrew her gaze indifferently and walked in.

w.r. Even on rainy days, the atmosphere does not appear silent at all, like the last pure land in the darkness.

The sound of the violin flowed in my ears, the steaming milk tea was foggy, and the exquisite and small desserts were quietly placed on the counter. The walls were painted with sky blue, like an endless sky, pure blue, and the hanging wind chimes swayed left and right, making a crisp sound. The snow-white cat was nestled lazily in the corner of the wall and was drowsy, occasionally licking its claws.

The cold rain knocks on the window, calm and calm.

"Hello, are you going to have something?" The clerk smiled habitually, and then when he saw the young lady, he instantly smiled: "Miss, you are here!"

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The forensic doctor lowered his eyes, closed his umbrella, and asked calmly: "Is it still there?"

The clerk was stunned for a moment, his face was a little bit wrong: "Are you looking for the store manager?"

The clerk was so sad that the young lady was also bewitched by their shop manager's face! No!!!

However, the clerk said very timidly and honestly: "The manager is upstairs."

Ranbai thanked him, put the umbrella dripping with rain in the corner of the wall, and walked straight up the stairs.
Chapter completed!