Yan Yan's face was dazed, and before he had time to react, a chill had already instinctively shot up from his internal organs.
"Brother Yan."
"… "
"Brother Yan?"
Yan Yan turned around and saw that Gao Panqing had already called back: "Are you alright?"
"...Oh, it's okay, I'm a little tired." Yan Yan said calmly, "How are you over there?"
In fact, what can I do with a phone call? Unless Han Xiaomei really wants to leave the field and go to the office, she will definitely come over. Yan Yan's words are just an idiom of absent-mindedness. But Gao Panqing was still very concerned, and asked, "Why don't you go home and rest first? The eight or nine hours of driving this day is enough for people to suffer. Han Xiaomei will come over later."
Yan Yan nodded uncertainly, and couldn't help but glanced at the ward through the glass.
Bu Wei was already lying back on the hospital bed, curled up in a ball, only revealing her thin back.
"Did you see something wrong? Brother Yan," Gao Panqing finally noticed the abnormality, and raised his chin almost invisibly into the ward: "Is this girl a little..."
Yan Yan didn't want to talk more about this topic, and said perfunctorily: "It should be me being over-hearted. Where's your consultant Lu? I'll give him a ride."
It happened that Jiang Ting came out of the bathroom at the end of the corridor, Yan Yan hurriedly nodded to Gao Panqing, strode forward to meet him, and hooked Jiang Ting's shoulder, judging from the shape of his mouth, he should have said, "Let's go back first. Let's go." He led him towards the elevator without refusing to refuse.
Gao Panqing looked at the backs of the two of them, and always felt that Yan Yan's hugging posture was unusual.
When they were in the police academy, there were also buddies hooking up on each other's shoulders, but they would not use their forearms to hook the other's neck, as Yan Yan did to Consultant Lu. Forced to bring Consultant Lu into his arms.
Looking from behind, Yan Yan didn't seem to be hugging a good friend and buddy, but he couldn't hide his desire for protection and possessiveness.
"...I must have been influenced by Han Xiaomei," Lao Gao shuddered, trying to force the mess out of his mind.
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In the end, Yan Yan failed to fulfill his duty as a male to take care of the children and successfully took Jiang Ting to eat "real" seafood porridge; because Jiang Ting got up at five or six in the morning and went all the way to the scene of the Tianzongshan crime, All the way back to Jianning urban area, I was so sleepy that I fell asleep on the way home.
G65 stopped steadily downstairs in the community, Yan Yan put out the fire, but did not wake up Jiang Ting immediately.
The dim light from the dome light reflected on his tired and steady eyelids, and the ends of his eyelashes vibrated with the breath, like two small velvet fans.
Although Jiang Ting's whole person is more refined and reserved, his facial features are very clear. His brow bone is three-dimensional and his nose bridge is narrow and straight, and his clean skin reflects light on the brow bone. When he is thinking clearly, the outline of his face is as cold as a marble sculpture. The imposing manner, when he fell asleep, he was dizzy by the light, and the handsomeness like some ink paintings gradually permeated from the inside to the outside.
Yan Yan's breathing was a little short, forcing herself to observe carefully without emotion.
He is asleep now, does he have any resemblance to Bu Wei
Why was there such a strange feeling of resemblance at that moment in the hospital
A criminal policeman in his thirties who was known to have been killed in the line of duty and was in a coma for several years, and a little girl of sixteen years of age, who was as beautiful as a camellia, should not have any intersection anyway, but in Yan Yan's startling glance There is a strange connection.
—Is it true, or is it suspicious of ghosts
"..." Jiang stopped moving, and said in a daze, "... Yan Yun?"
The murmur was hoarse and lazy, Yan Yan's throat tightened a little, and she sat back in the driver's seat uncomfortably: "I'm home."
Jiang Ting woke up only then, and was stunned for a while, before a vague voice came out of his throat: "Hmm." Then he pushed the door softly and got out of the car.
Yan Yan had already turned to the co-pilot's door, and before Jiang Ting, whose brain didn't quite understand, stepped on the pedal, he reached out and hugged him by the waist. In an instant, Jiang Ting vacated his entire body, and before he could make a sound, he was hugged by Yan Xun from the high car door, and then he closed the door and locked it as if nothing had happened. He coughed and said, "Let's go, go upstairs."
He threw the car keys up and down, deliberately not looking at Jiang Ting's face, and took the lead in the elevator.
Yan Yan began to move the things he needed every day into this apartment, clothes, shoes, watches, all kinds of small appliances that were easy to use... Like an ant moving house, he gradually turned the real estate developer's model house into a neat and beautiful one. The apartment is messy, lively and full, and even the air is filled with the lively fragrance of single dogs for more than 30 years.
In contrast, Jiang Ting, who only had a few changes of clothes, was considered proletarian, and even the toothpaste was squeezed in Yan Yan's bathroom.
Jiang Ting took a shower and came out to check the time at ten o'clock.
Maybe it was because he fell asleep in the car, his sleepiness disappeared suddenly, and he was even a little hungry—Jiang Ting was no longer a young man who could sleep late in the morning. If the lights were turned off at this time, He might wake up in the early morning tomorrow, so he sat on the edge of the bed for a while, and decided to go to the kitchen to find something to eat and relax.
Yan Yan is a very polarized person in terms of living habits. He has a very down-to-earth side. For example, there are 108 fancy instant noodle flavors in his mobile phone, the Taobao Uniqlo in the closet is full of pits, the washcloth with rough edges in the bathroom, and the national cabinet full of people. Goddess Collection - The ghost knows why he has finished washing the Laoganma glass jar that he refuses to throw away. At the same time, in the hard drive of the laptop connected to the TV in his living room, under the folder "Introduction to Forensic Appraisal for the Next Semester of the First Grade" is a complete collection of Teacher Cang's works.
Apart from these, he also has a very authentic side of the rich second generation.
All his collared shirts are a monthly salary collection, suits and coats are custom tailors from fabrics and furs, and he loves watch collections. According to his own statement, when he was young and frivolous, he liked minute repeaters and double tourbillons with obvious appearance characteristics, and after he was in his thirties, he began to pursue low-key and implicit double chasers. If the family goes bankrupt one day, he can at least rely on the table in that cabinet to eat for decades, and it will not be a problem to live comfortably.
Since he had a precedent of letting the chef team come to the house to make candlelight dinners, when Jiang Ting walked into the kitchen, he hoped that Yan Xun could go to the extreme of the rich second generation in this regard, and at the worst, he could pack some ready-made packages. Well, fresh ingredients that can be eaten in one turn of the microwave.
Then as soon as he opened the refrigerator, he realized his ignorance and naivety.
The empty cold room contained only a few bottles of beer, Coke, lemons cut into cubes, and half a ginger that had gone mouldy long ago.
"..." Jiang Ting stared at the half piece of ginger, thinking for a long time and didn't understand how a person who never opened fire bought ginger, did he make Ginger Coke at home
"What are you doing, hungry?" Yan Yan asked from behind.
This person may have realized that it is useless to drive shirtless in a frenzied manner. After taking a shower, he honestly put on tank tops and shorts, his short hair was dripping with water, and the back of his black tank top was too lazy to dry. Drops of water dripped wet.
Jiang Ting was not very happy: "Why don't your family even prepare anything to eat..."
"You say you are sleeping when you eat, and want to eat snacks when you sleep. It's because of this that your health is not good - don't look at it, there are no snacks, it happened that I ordered instant noodles and gave you a packet of Laotan sauerkraut. of."
Jiang Ting was even more dissatisfied: "I don't eat instant noodles."
Yan Yan said: "Then let me order you a takeaway, do you want to eat chicken and shrimp ravioli?"
"In your neighborhood, what time are the takeaways delivered?"
"Hey - I'm talking about you," Yan Yan said with a straight face and instructed him: "Why are there so many problems, I can't live like this in the future. Otherwise, there are half a pack of quick-frozen dumplings here for you to order."
Jiang Ting couldn't comment on the statement "living in the future", and he was too lazy to fire dumplings himself, so he said, "Forget it, I'm not very hungry."
He walked out of the kitchen in a sullen mood, Yan Xun got into the instant noodles, and kept babbling while boiling water: "What do you mean by forgetting it, what do you mean by forgetting it? Last time Xiaoma and Lao Gao almost fought over the last bag of Laotan sauerkraut..."
Jiang Ting turned a deaf ear, and sat on the sofa in the living room to play online chess, intending to go to bed at almost midnight after playing a game.
Unexpectedly, the kitchen was buzzing. After about ten minutes, Yan Yan turned out two bowls and put one of the bowls in front of Jiang Ting's eyes: "Stop playing, let's eat."
The bowl turned out to be the hot frozen three fresh dumplings that had just been placed.
Jiang Ting was stunned.
"Aren't you shocked by my outstanding level of dumpling making? Look, none of them are broken, it's complete. Do you know how to do it?"
"… "
"After the water is boiled, add some salt first." Yan Xun tapped twice on the coffee table with her index finger, and said condescendingly, "How is it, I don't know."
Jiang Ting almost blurted out, "Aren't quick-frozen dumplings generally unbreakable?!", but after all, eating people is soft and short-handed, so he held back for a moment before opening his mouth: "...I thought you never entered the kitchen."
Yan Yan was not without pride: "But I know Baidu. I'm an academic."
Jiang Ting said in his heart that you are still academy, majoring in martial arts at the Drama Academy.
Yan Yan sat down beside Jiang Ting and snorted, eating his Laotan Pickled Cabbage Beef Noodles. Although the quick-frozen dumplings definitely tasted better, Yan Xun's delicious appearance made Jiang Ting a little greedy, and he couldn't help picking a chopstick of instant noodles from his bowl to eat.
Yan Yan didn't say a word and laughed.
"Why are you laughing?"
Yan Yan swallowed the noodles in his mouth and said, "I laugh at you, like a child."
Still eating people soft-mouthed, Jiang Ting didn't answer for a while.
"When you see something delicious, you are willing to give a good face, and take the initiative to wash the dishes. If there is no delicious food, every pore on the whole body exudes a cold aura that repels people from thousands of miles away." Yan Yan He picked up another chopstick of noodles for him, and said, "It's okay, I promise to take you to a Michelin restaurant tomorrow, even if the sky falls, you will be guaranteed a big meal."
"Every pore on the whole body exudes a high-cold breath." Jiang Ting was eating dumplings. He didn't think of a strong way to refute it for a long time, so he could only say a little bitterly: "When you reach my age, you will understand the truth that people can't be hungry. already."
"It's like how old you are this year. You are two years older than me. Is two years old?" Yan Yan stretched out two fingers with his chopsticks in between: "Besides, we are policemen, not athletes. This age is in the public security system. It can only be regarded as a junior. If you don't believe me, see who else in Jianning besides Bureau Lu and Deputy Bureau Wei is like you, holding a tea jar all day long, like a thermos cup."
The topic of thermos cups is too dangerous. If you don't pay attention, you will think of the inexplicably smaller and smaller tea cake in Yan Yan's cabinet. Jiang Ting quickly took two dumplings and stuffed them into Yan Yan's bowl: "What do you say? Well, eat yours."
Yan Yan quickly picked up the bowl: "No, no, no."
"You have too many dumplings, I can't eat them."
"I can't eat it. How can I keep my abdominal muscles if I don't control my food intake? I haven't been to the gym for more than half a month."
Jiang Ting said: "Why keep that thing, let go of yourself, whether you are single or not has nothing to do with your abdominal muscles."
As a result, when Yan Yan heard this, he took it as a matter of course: "I'm not single, isn't it because of you?"
Jiang Ting: "..."
On a warm and quiet summer night, the heat of the noodle soup drifted away, and the two sat side by side on the large beige sofa, almost next to each other. The scenes of falling into the water and being shot in Jiangyang County and the panic and fear outside the rescue room, It seems to have become a thing a long time ago.
Jiang Ting still had half a dumpling on his chopsticks. He didn't know whether to eat it or put it down. After a while, he said, "Why are you talking like a convulsion
"Because every word I say to you comes from the sincerity, I can say what I think. I don't pay attention to skills. It's not the same as talking to me." Yan Yan smiled, got closer, and asked in a low voice, "I'm going to have a partner. , Team Jiang?"
"..." Jiang Ting said, "Don't do it."
"Do one."
"Don't do it."
"Why are you so dishonest?"
Jiang Ting reluctantly picked up the bowl and turned around, Yan Xun chased after him and asked, "Did you have a special fondness for me a long time ago?"
"Why should I have a special crush on you?"
"Because I'm the best person to deal with in any way. Do you know the law of animal mate selection in nature? Only strong males can stand out in this cruel social competition, occupy the most survival resources, and take care of the family. and future generations to provide the best living conditions…”
Jiang Ting held the bowl with one hand and his forehead with the other, patiently listening to his nonsense, the whole thing was a fallacy.
"So at least within the province, I should be a more worthy candidate for mate selection. It is only natural that you have a favorable impression of me. Of course, if you do not have a favorable impression of me, then Dar's theory of natural selection for cultural relics will be overturned. Now, I think the possibility of this kind of anti-science is relatively small..." Yan Yan couldn't help himself, and burst out laughing: "Okay, I won't talk nonsense. Let's be a partner, we are all so old, If it doesn't work, say it again."
Jiang Ting took a deep breath, turned back from the sofa to face Yan Yan, and said solemnly, "Squad Yan."
"Ok?"
"Darwin's theory is only for natural reproduction, and does not include same-sex marriage."
The two of them stared at each other, and after a while, Yan Xun patted him: "Oh, don't be so narrow-minded, it's nothing to mess with!"
Jiang Ting actually felt a little confused in his heart. He didn't know whether it was funny or absurd—or, it was precisely because Yan Xun was so serious and serious under the surface of the full-mouthed horse-drawn carriage that this debate was particularly funny and absurd. .
He didn't know whether to laugh or not, so after a long time he could only say, "I thought you always liked the type of good wife and good mother..."
"Every man once thought that he liked a good wife and a good mother. In fact, this kind of thing is like throwing dice. You have to really throw that point in order to know who he likes."
"... don't you think it's weird?"
"It was a little bit at the beginning." Yan Yan paused and said, "It's actually okay now. I don't think the men in the police force feel anything. It's just that your heart beats faster when you're there."
In fact, when Yan Xun owes his mouth, he is actually easier to deal with. If you ignore him, it will be over. But when he put on this face that really went to the sea for 50,000 times, he looked at you with deep eyebrows without blinking, and when he opened up his words, it was not only Jiang Ting, but anyone else. It's hard to come by.
They sat face to face on the living room sofa, knees almost touching. Jiang Ting lowered his gaze to avoid Yan Yan's scorching gaze, but saw that he was still holding a bowl full of dumplings in his hands - it was obviously a summer night in the southwest, but in an instant he gave birth to a couple sitting on the kang facing each other in the north night. The illusion of speaking.
"..." Jiang Yan shook his head vigorously, getting rid of this absurd feeling, and asked, "Do you really think you are serious?"
Yan Yan said, "I'm really not joking."
"Then can you accept it?" Jiang Ting said coldly.
He put down the bowl and picked up the computer from the coffee table. This notebook Yan Yan is specially used to connect to the TV to watch videos. The password is his house number. Jiang Ting logged in and opened the video website. Yan Yan saw that he seemed to have found something, and then clicked play and turned the computer screen in front of him. change.
"Learn about it first," Jiang Ting said lightly, "this may change your mind."
Yan Yan looked down and was stunned immediately. The full-screen playback was a pair of naked men, and then unbridled groans sounded out.
- That's actually a pretty blatant porn.