Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 102: Four Tones 14

The dreaded dynasty, the cold sentence of Conglian, and the phrase "come over ..."

Lin Chen had no idea what was going on here, but no matter what happened, he felt that he should do it as well, so he walked to Xun Lian.

No explanation, no greeting, seeing him approaching, Xun Lian just turned around and walked in the other direction, and the direction he went was naturally the iconic tea shop.

Isn't Xing Lianlian going to buy milk tea?

Or was he taking an apology because he stepped on a chair?

Lin Chen couldn't help but looked at the dynasty for a long time, but at the critical moment, the dynasty looked at his nose, his nose, his heart, and stood alone at the elevator, just as if he didn't exist in this world.

Lin Chen had no other choice but to follow the imprisonment and follow suit.

The waiter girl in the shop was tidying the seat at the door. When they saw them, the girl's eyes flickered, and then she silently returned to the counter, without even asking "Mr. What do you need".

Looking at the waiter girl, Lin Chen felt that his intuition was not a problem. He was really not the only one who felt that Qi Conglian was not allowed to enter.

Of course, a cup of milk tea can't cure anger, so of course Conglian is not buying milk tea.

Xing Conglian stood at the door of the milk tea shop, bent down slightly, dragged a plastic chair out, took two steps, and placed the chair beside a stone pillar.

Lin Chen looked at that chair, and once again fell into the rare confusion in his life. What was Xing Conglian doing?

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Sit." Suddenly Xun Lian became cherished.

Lin Chen thought that there was something wrong with his ears, and the punishment led him to the tea shop just to ask him to sit down?

He pointed to himself, and made sure again: "Let me sit?"

"Correct."

Lin Chen sighed with an inaudible sigh. He slowly walked to the plastic chair and sat down calmly.

But the next moment, he froze.

I saw Xun Lian smoking a cigarette again. He took a sip first, then he squatted slowly in front of him with a very careless attitude.

Lin Chen was sitting on a chair, looking at Xing Conglian's hair and his casual face, becoming very, very at a loss.

But Ke Conglian, of course, would not ask others for advice about what he wanted to do, but he lowered his head slightly, his eyelashes drooped, as if he was too lazy to speak, so after exhaling two cigarettes, he barely said "Extend your left hand."

Lin Chen had no choice but to reach out his hand.

Xing Conglian's eyes fell on his plastered wrist, and then he said lightly, "Hold tightly ..."

Lin Chen shook his fist subconsciously.

At that moment, Lin Chen suddenly understood that Xun Conglian was examining his injuries.

This recognition makes everything seem to be still.

He looked at Xun Conglian, who looked at his hand.

Xun Lian's gaze was very careful. From his perspective, the man's face was almost hidden in the rising blue smoke, and he could only see his straight nose and slightly pursed lips. Of course, there were dense Excessive eyelashes.