The matter of marriage was actually initiated by Jiang Ting.
That night, Yan Xun was making soy milk in the kitchen, ready to make omelettes for breakfast tomorrow, when he suddenly heard Jiang stop in the bedroom and said, "Yan Xun!"
"what?"
"Gongzhou Police Station and S Provincial Police Station both asked Bureau Lv to come and ask me if I would like to give lectures!"
Jiang Ting has officially left the Gongzhou Municipal Bureau, and has been at home for two or three months. He couldn't be restless when his health was a little better. With the acquiescence of Lu Bureau, he followed Yan Xun to sneak out of the scene several times, and the rumors spread. The police academies in the two provinces and cities are well aware of Captain Jiang's previous reputation in criminal investigation. , I got a little thoughtful about digging people.
Yan Yan's ears perked up sensitively: "Gongzhou?"
"Yes!" Jiang paused, seeming to find it very interesting: "Gongzhou Police Station gives 2,000 yuan more than S province every month!"
Yan Yan opened the lid of the machine and poured soy milk into the bowl, while scolding the Gongzhou Police Station for its shamelessness and the S Provincial Police Station for its stinginess, "Then what do you say?"
In the bedroom, there was a lot of talk, and it seemed that Jiang Ting opened the drawer and took out his glasses, ready to start reading his bedtime reading - "Key Steps for Converting Electronic Traces into Evidence" (author Huang Xing, signed version).
Yan Yan had a heart in his throat, for fear that Jiang would stop and say something divine, for example, "Men should take on the responsibility of supporting their families, so I decided to make the extra 2,000 yuan", or "Gongzhou". It is my hometown and I have an obligation to contribute to the construction of the public security." However, after waiting for a long time, he finally heard Jiang Ting say slowly:
"Forget it, save some flowers at home in the future!"
Yan Yan: "... ah?"
"Didn't you say that long-distance marriages don't last long? What should I do? I don't want the two thousand yuan for you!"
With a few loud ping-pong sounds, the soymilk machine rolled from the counter to the ground, and the hot soymilk was spilled all over the floor. Yan Yan almost smashed to the ground, holding his feet and jumping three feet high, Jiang Ting sat up from the blanket: "What's wrong with you?!"
"No, nothing, knocked off the shelf!" Yan Yan frantically covered the ground with a rag and covered the ground with soy milk, while trying to make his voice sound calm and normal: "Why didn't you just say you don't want the two thousand dollars?"
"Families in different places are difficult to maintain!"
"… "
"What," Jiang Ting became alert, "what's wrong?"
Yan Yan used all her strength to restrain Kankan's "When did you promise me to get married". All his life's strategizing and calmness were used at this moment. After taking three deep breaths, he finally performed the most perfect, coldest, and most casual voice:
"No, what's the matter? Do you want to add sugar to the soy milk?"
Jiang Ting: "Add a little more!"
Yan Yan wiped her hands, raised her chest, took a long sigh, and looked in the mirror to carefully examine her handsome face and strong masculine arms. After dialing the amount, he took a half step back in satisfaction and nodded.
He poured a glass of warm water, turned around, walked out of the kitchen, and smugly pushed the door in front of the bedroom.
Jiang Ting was leaning on the head of the bed and flipping through the signed book Huang Xing gave him. He was wrapped in a cloud-like wool blanket, which looked like a light and soft feather under the orange light. He is now the wild giant panda that Bureau Lv cares about most, and all the stars in the city bureau hold the moon. In Yan Yan's words, that is the kind of care he receives at home now, which is almost the same as that of the confinement queen.
The Queen Mother took the warm water cup and said unhappily, "Why don't you even drink soy milk?"
Yan Yan was thinking about coaxing his wife into business, and perfunctoryly coaxed her husband to feed you something to eat later, and then seemingly indifferently asked, "When will the S Provincial Police tell you to report?"
"September, what's wrong?"
"Then here we are," Yan Yan said, rubbing his hands together, "it's a little tight for the wedding."
Jiang Ting lifted his eyelids, and Yan Yan held his breath at that moment, I'm afraid he reacted and said "Two men got married together". However, this worry was in vain, only to hear Jiang Ting stunned: "Will you still have a wedding?"
With a bang, Yan Yan's heart fell back to his chest.
However, his control over micro-expressions was at its peak, and there was no trace of joy on the surface, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise in an instant: "You don't want to do it?"
Jiang Ting said, "No. But the two of us..."
Yan Yan lowered his head and covered his eyes with his hands. His shoulders fell down, and even the black hair on top of his head that was always arrogant and could not be suppressed without waxing was listless, swaying and swaying in an arc.
Jiang Ting was stunned, and the air fell into silence.
"Since I was very young, I have imagined that my future wedding must be held abroad. Flowers, lawns, fountains, white pigeons... Under the witness of my relatives and friends, I made a vow of a lifetime." Eyes, shook his head for a while, and said solemnly: "If you don't want to, forget it."
He paused and stood up: "After all, you are more concerned about worldly vision."
As he said that, he walked out of the house, and his back was surrounded by a helpless and tolerant vicissitudes of life, as if the man who was dying of blood on the bank of Jiangyang County was dragging his heavy footsteps and slowly walked into the distance.
Snapped!
Sure enough, the next second his hand was caught.
"Do it, do it..." Jiang Ting was defeated, and his face was broken: "Where do you want to hold the wedding, go do it now!"
·
"So what?" Han Xiaomei stared in disbelief: "We've been preparing a surprise marriage proposal for two months, and it's just gone?"
In the corridor where people come and go in Jianning City Bureau, Yan Xun wears a police uniform over one shoulder, holds a large extra thick skim latte in one hand, and shrugs his shoulders airily. The smug expression on Jun's face makes people When I saw it, I really wanted to hit him with the sole of the shoe, but I don't know how Jiang Ting kissed him every day:
"Your brother Jiang loves~I~ understand? In your brother Jiang's heart, I am his only partner, his destined husband, his destiny! Who else can he marry besides me? Proposal? Do you still need to beg?! "
Han Xiaomei's face was blank, and she watched Yan Yan walk forward with her tail raised, as if the one who roared at Ma Xiang a while ago - "No! The flowers at the proposal site should be red! All red! Red is the most festive and richest, symbolizing my love for you all. Brother Jiang's special favorite in the Jiaofang!" - The neuropathy is not like him.
"Oh, by the way," Yan Yan suddenly remembered something, she turned around suddenly, and patted the top of her head with a folder smiling, causing Han Xiaomei to stumble.
"For the sake of your merit in planning the proposal, Brother Yan will reward you with a first-class flight ticket and a five-star hotel all-inclusive wedding invitation. Remember to dress nicely."
Han Xiaomei: "!!!"
Yan Yan's image in Han Xiaomei's heart was so high that she shot straight into the sky, and then walked away with her tail wagging in her grateful tribute.
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"You kids are really ignorant, how can you just hold a wedding when you say it? Where is the time? Is the place ready? How many people are you going to invite? Jewelry ring dress venue, wedding car flowers emcee band..."
Jiang Ting put one leg on his lap, holding Director Huang's latest book in his hand, with a bluetooth headset in his ear, nodding "hmmm" between Ms. Zeng Cuicui's chatter.
"So why didn't you say hello in advance!" Yan's mother was about to have a heart attack. "It's already April! It's only five months away from the September report! I don't even have enough clothes to do, how can I do a wedding!"
Jiang Ting finally came back to his senses: "What?"
Mother Yan: "..."
"Oh, Yan Yan said that this was his wish since he was a child. When he was eighteen years old, he dreamed of going abroad for a wedding, so he..."
Yan's mother's full of resentment turned into crying and laughing: "Listen to him, when he was eighteen years old, his mind was full of wanting to be young and bewildering, and his only wish in life was to be the boss of the Jianning underworld, wedding? Wedding? What? Can my wife eat it?"
Jiang Ting: "..."
Yan's mother tongue is sincere and full of love and affection almost overflowing through the microphone: "Silly boy, he's yours."
Jiang Ting raised his hand to cover his eyes, his posture was exactly the same as Yan Xun who pretended to be clever that night. After a while, he raised his head and let out a long sigh. His face was full of red dust-like transcendence, and he said, "Don't go abroad, City Bureau. Just find a food stall at the door and have a meal."
"How can that be done! Our family's wedding is not so perfunctory! I don't want the next generation to repeat the regrets I had with Uncle Yan and you!" Mother Yan said sternly: "I was a young lady from a big family back then, and Uncle Yan was just a high school student. Chinese teacher, the union of the two of us is opposed by everyone, so we can only scribble a hasty wedding..."
Jiang Ting instantly made up a series of love legends about abandoning his family property and eloping to get married and starting from scratch. He didn't think that Yan's next sentence was:
"Even the team is just Xiali, Xiali! What about Ferrari, Porsche, Rolls-Royce, Lamborghini?!"
"Since then, I have sworn to myself that when my child gets married, I will find 88 Ferraris to drive around Jianning City! When a son is born, I will give my daughter-in-law a diamond crown, and when a daughter is born, my dowry will be a diamond crown, and there will be few pigeons and eggs. I don’t believe in five carats! Lao Yan, Lao Yan, did you hear me? Lao Yan?!”
Father Yan held the small notebook: "It's arranged!"
Jiang Ting: "..."
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"Don't go around Jianning City, I'm afraid we won't be named and criticized by the Ministry of Public Security." Yan Yan said with a smile: "Listen to me, let's go abroad, the lawn fountain self-service barbecue, only the nearest relatives and friends, the total number is controlled within Within thirty or forty. In addition, don’t charter the flight, Bureau Lu and Bureau Wei will all have to book their own tickets, after all, they have to pay attention to the impact.”
Yan Yan was lying on the sofa, with one arm around Jiang Ting. The two of them snuggled up to each other and watched the crying soap opera on TV, only to hear Mother Yan gritted her teeth on the phone, wishing she could reach out and pat her son's head hard: "You A little sand sculpture, do you think it will be too late? Tomorrow I will let the tailor come to discuss the dress with you, as well as wine, flowers, venues, jewelry... "
Jiang Ting watched the heroine running wild in the rainstorm with one eye, and watched Director Huang Xing's latest book with the other. His glasses were squeezed crooked by Yan Yan, and he laughed: "Why do you want jewelry, it's not a girl."
Yan's mother said happily: "I think too much, it's your old mother's jewelry. Is it not a good reason for me to buy new jewelry when my son is married?!"
Jiang Ting: "..."
On the other end of the phone, Yan's father, who was wearing reading glasses and looked at the martial arts drama with one eye and looked at Caijing News with one eye: "..."
"Okay mom, just do as you said, and I'll talk to the wedding company later." Yan Yan watched Jiang Ting's attention shift more and more from professional books to TV dramas, and his heart was burning. After a few words, he would hang up the phone: "You can do whatever you want. When you look back, my son honors you, a five-carat pigeon. I love you, bye bye!"
"Where did you get your five carats? Is your salary enough for you to buy a pair of shoes, you little prodigal..."
Ms. Zeng Cuicui's laughter and scolding were hung up with a click, and Yan Yan pushed Jiang Ting down on the sofa with her head covered, and her whole body was tightly closed under her: "What are you looking at?"
The two are close to each other, from the chest and abdomen to the waist and hips to the four legs, and even the breath is only separated by less than half the distance of the palm of the hand.
Jiang Ting's cheeks were slightly hot, but he remained calm: "Read a book."
"Reading, eh? Who's eyes were always on the TV just now?"
"I didn't aim..."
"Why didn't you look at me, the male lead is as handsome as me?"
Jiang Ting just opened his mouth, but Yan Yan stretched out his hand and covered it. At the same time, he lowered his head with great deterrence, and his lips almost touched the tip of his nose when he opened and closed.
"Think again, does the male lead have your handsome husband?"
Jiang Ting was speechless and shook his head vigorously.
"Is your husband the most handsome in China?"
Jiang Ting nodded without saying a word.
"Then what are you looking at?"
“… uh uh…”
Yan Yan let go of his hand a little, Jiang Ting took a breath, and immediately couldn't hold back his smile and said: "Look at you."
The two are close to each other, from the chest and abdomen to the waist and hips to the four legs, and even the breath is only separated by less than half the distance of the palm of the hand. Jiang Ting clearly felt that something was holding up his inner thigh, and that thing gradually became more distinct and hotter, and quickly developed into a serious threat that people could not ignore.
Jiang Ting's cheeks were slightly hot, but he remained calm: "Read a book."
"Reading, eh? Who's eyes were always on the TV just now?"
"I didn't aim..."
"Why didn't you look at me, the male lead is as handsome as me?"
Jiang Ting just opened his mouth, but Yan Yan stretched out his hand and covered it. At the same time, he lowered his head with great deterrence, and his lips almost touched the tip of his nose when he opened and closed.
"Think again, does the male lead have your handsome husband?"
Jiang Ting was speechless and shook his head vigorously.
"Is your husband the most handsome in China?"
Jiang Ting nodded without saying a word.
"Then what are you looking at?"
“… uh uh…”
Yan Yan let go of his hand a little, Jiang Ting took a breath, and immediately couldn't hold back his smile and said: "Look at you."
The eyelashes of the two were only a few centimeters apart, and a familiar wickedness gradually appeared in Yan Yan's eyes, and then—
"Yan Yan!" Jiang Ting was angry and funny, turned over and wanted to run: "What are you wearing on the top of your pants, you..."
Yan Yan was quick-witted, like an unreasonable bandit robbing his relatives, he grabbed Jiang Ting and put it back under him. The sky was getting warmer, and the soft home clothes fell off with a single pull. In the blink of an eye, Kung Fu Jiang Ting was like a fresh and tender snack with its wrapping paper peeled off. The naked skin was filled with the warm fragrance after bathing. Yan Yan used her knees to separate, and the hard object that erupted couldn't wait to squeeze in.
"You bastard... ah!"
Jiang Ting took a deep breath and tried his best to relax, trying to relieve the intense squeeze of being suddenly entered. But that was useless at all, Yan Yan was too big, so he squeezed in carelessly, the dry entrance made the friction clearer, even to the point of trembling.
Yan Yan lowered her head and kissed him, her lips and tongue were lingering and gentle, but her movements were hot and tough. Jiang Ting's inner thigh muscles kept twitching, he gritted his teeth and said nothing, until the murder weapon finally entered the bottom, and finally exhaled with trembling.
"If I... get killed by you in... this, this is a conspiracy, murder scene..."
Yan Yan laughed: "Why is it murder?"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled away a little, and then slammed back hard!
"It's obviously the scene of the sacrifice," he said with a smile in Jiang Ting's sharp inhalation.
The sofa kept creaking, the sound was getting faster and faster. The initial physiological instinct resisted the past, and the hot and tender corridor began to spasm to welcome the intruder, and every time it was inserted to the end, it would hang it tightly, and when the murder weapon was drawn out, it would make a reluctant sound of water.
The sense of security in a naked embrace, and the deadly pleasure of being hollowed out by total possession, are like layers of electrical grids, wrapping Jiang Ting from head to toe. There was a buzzing in his ears, the lines of the soap opera on TV became very blurred, and all he could hear was his own shattering and hurried breathing, and the pounding heart beat the blood against his eardrums.
"Is that how you welcome me?" Yan Yan kissed Jiang Ting's hot ear, but her movements were fierce and ruthless. She withdrew forcefully in the strong sucking, and then forced her in, so fast that even the sound of the sofa being squeezed became one piece. With a smile, he gasped and asked, "Bite so tightly, you can't bear to let me go out? Huh?"
Jiang Ting's fingers trembled, scratching the sofa under him, and then Yan Yan grabbed his wrist and pressed it on the pillow beside his ear. There was no way to vent the overwhelming sense of pleasure, Jiang Ting groaned with red eyes, shattered light flickered in the depths of his pupils, and stared at Yan Yan's black eyes.
"Don't grab it," Yan Xun said with a hoarse smile, "When you come back to visit someone and see things on the sofa, don't you all know that you like to grab things?"
"… "
Jiang Ting closed his eyes, his eyelashes were blackened by the steam, and then he shivered and hugged Yan Yan's neck, pulling him down and pressing him against his wet lips.
He has always been tough, calm, and full of vigilance, but this little gesture shows infinite trust and dependence, like a child who takes the initiative to reach out for candy. Yan Yan kissed his hot lips, and his heart seemed to be hit hard by the electric current. The indescribable excitement and excitement hit his lower body all the way, and his genitals hurt so hard during the thrusting.
He suddenly pulled it out completely, then sat up, hugged Jiang Ting and turned over, and then inserted it into the small mouth that he couldn't wait for again. The body position and gravity made the angry weapon penetrate to a very terrifying level. Jiang Ting was so stimulated that his whole body went numb, and he made an "ah" sound. He was able to lean back completely into Yan Yan's arms, and his thin and stiff back shoulders kept shivering as he gasped for breath.
"Would you like me to shoot in?" Yan Yan whispered, sticking to his ear.
Jiang Ting didn't answer, his eyelashes were densely covering his eyes full of water, trembling with small thrusts.
Yan Yan wrapped his arms around his thin waist and pinched his fingers deeply into his side waist muscles, "What about you, eh?"
"… "
Jiang Ting gritted his teeth, as if he could not help but cry out when he opened his mouth. But Yan Xun seemed to suddenly have an infinite interest in this issue. He pressed firmly against the most sensitive point in the deepest part of the tunnel, squeezing and grinding it desperately, and at the same time repeatedly asked, "Would you like me to shoot in it? ?"
"Would you like, eh?"
"Speak, do you despise me so much?"
As soon as the words fell, Jiang Zing suddenly turned around and looked at Yan Yan. This action moved the deepest genitals in his body, and the internal stimulation made him unable to breathe. His straight nose was wet, and he saw snow-white teeth clenched tightly, only to squeeze out one word:
"… want… "
Yan Yan thought he was going to scold someone, but he just thought he heard it wrong: "What?"
Jiang Ting gritted his teeth: "Yes!"
Yan Yan seemed to have been hit head-on by a bullet full of aphrodisiacs, and suddenly picked up Jiang Ting, walked through the corridor from the living room in three steps, kicked open the bedroom door, and fell onto the big bed. The next moment Yan Yan pushed in again with his back in, pulling out and stabbing in like a storm, every stroke seemed to be a frantic vent of some kind of unresolved emotion, and he penetrated the deepest groan in Jiang Ting's rapid and uncontrollable moans. Here, it finally broke out!
They climaxed at the same time, Jiang Ting's mind went blank, and he almost lost consciousness for several seconds.
"..." Yan Yan murmured some love words that no one could hear except himself. He was still thrusting slightly between the sprays, kissing the wet hair and back of the neck of the person below him over and over again. After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Ting finally regained his senses from the dizzy dizziness, struggling to turn around.
They looked at each other at close range, gasping sounds intertwined, each other's pupils reflecting each other's eyes.
After a long time, Jiang stopped exerting force, raised his head slightly, and they were so closely connected and followed by a long kiss.