Since moving to the suburbs, Jiang Chijing has been living alone. Occasionally, he would go home on weekends to gather with his family, but no one else had been to his small house from beginning to end.
Now, on Saturday morning, an intruder appeared in his home, and he sat at the dining table with him, enjoying breakfast together.
"Would you like strawberry jam?"
Zheng Mingyi handed the glass jar to Jiang Chijing, acting as if he was the owner of the house.
"No." Jiang Chijing buried his head and ate toast, with his elbows tucked by his side, inexplicably not daring to look Zheng Mingyi's eyes directly.
What did he say before
- Eat, eat with relish, and enjoy it.
If he knew that Zheng Mingyi would come out so early, he wouldn't make such a promise if he was killed.
"Are you full?" Zheng Mingyi asked suddenly.
Jiang Chijing almost choked on the bread, he beat his chest, took a sip of milk from the glass at hand, and asked, "What?"
"Two slices of toast," Zheng Mingyi said, "are you full?"
Zheng Mingyi's eyes were not mixed with any impurities, as if he really only cared about whether Jiang Chijing could eat enough.
But Jiang Chijing knew in his heart that this big-tailed wolf definitely did it on purpose. He took a deep breath and replied calmly, "I've had enough, thank you for your concern."
I have to admit that Zheng Mingyi's sudden appearance really caught Jiang Chijing by surprise, but after slowing down, he quickly realized that he shouldn't be guilty, because this house is his territory, he should take out the owner's house It's got the right vibe.
After disposing of the toast and milk in his hands, Jiang Chijing took the plate and cup to the sink, turned on the faucet, and said to Zheng Mingyi behind him, "Come here when you're done."
The sound of Zheng Mingyi standing up immediately sounded behind him, followed by the sound of his approaching footsteps.
In the next second, Zheng Mingyi grabbed Jiang Chijing's waist from behind, took him aside, put down the plate in his hand, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and said, "I'll just wash it."
Jiang Chijing was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Zheng Mingyi to be so familiar. He's not used to people invading his private realm, which makes him very uncomfortable. But maybe he has acquiesced to Zheng Mingyi to step into his restricted area, so now watching Zheng Mingyi washing dishes at his house, he feels inexplicably comfortable.
He went back to the living room and sat down on the sofa, with his mobile phone in his hand to read the news, but his eyes stayed on Zheng Mingyi's back.
The suit on Zheng Mingyi's body should be the one he wore to the court trial. After being detained in court, he was taken directly to the Southern Prison.
There were no straight ironing marks on the shirt, but with Zheng Mingyi's bending posture, irregular folds appeared.
From Jiang Chijing's point of view, Zheng Mingyi's back is thick and strong, the lines of his body suddenly tighten up to his waist, and his suit pants are wrapped around his firm buttocks. Because the sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, the wheat-colored arms can be seen. Usually these two arms are punching, but now they are washing dishes in the kitchen of Jiang Chijing's house.
Just kill.
Jiang Chijing found out that he really likes to peek at Zheng Mingyi.
God knows how much he wants to hug Zheng Mingyi from behind and unzip his suit pants...
Wait, stop.
Jiang Chijing forced himself to look away, only to realize that he had taken the phone down.
After a while, the sound of water in the kitchen stopped, Zheng Mingyi came to the living room and sat down on the other end of the sofa, and only then did Jiang Chijing notice that Zheng Mingyi was wearing electronic shackles on his ankles.
The red light of satellite positioning flashed on the shackles, which reminded Jiang Chijing that the person sitting next to him was a prisoner, at least it gave him a sense of reality.
"Where's Guan Wei?" Jiang Chijing asked.
"We're working on a case." Zheng Mingyi loosened his tie and undid the two buttons above his shirt.
Suits are really not suitable for wearing at home, and they are not as comfortable as home clothes. Jiang Chijing was wearing a white cotton T with a pair of knee-length shorts, his legs were casually curled up by his side, and his elbows supported the armrest on his side.
"What do you mean by handling a case?" Jiang Chijing asked, "Shouldn't he be watching over you?"
"Why should he guard me?" Zheng Mingyi said, "I'll stay at your house anyway and won't go anywhere."
Jiang Chijing suddenly felt that something was not right. He thought that Zheng Mingyi was just here for breakfast, and after eating, he would go to the city with Guan Wei to handle the case, but now it seems that this person did not plan to do so.
"Aren't you going to investigate Wu Peng?" Jiang Chijing asked.
"I don't need to go in person." Zheng Mingyi said, "Xu Sheng's people help me keep an eye on Wu Peng, and I will contact Guan Wei directly if there is any news."
"If you don't go in person," Jiang Chijing asked vaguely, "then why did Guan Wei keep you out?"
Although Zheng Mingyi is a trustworthy person, there will be no problem in keeping him out, but no matter what, he is also a prisoner. If something goes wrong in the middle, it will also affect Guan Wei's career.
"I gave Guan Wei several pieces of information last time, and among them, ×× Technology revealed himself and let him find evidence, but it was difficult for other companies to check. Xu Sheng's people are wide-reaching, and there may be some 'unreasonable'. The normal way, I let them be Guan Wei's eyeliner, and in exchange, let Guan Wei keep me out for a day."
"But I don't have anything to do with you outside." Jiang Chijing asked from the bottom of his heart, "Excuse me, what are you doing here?"
From the current point of view, Zheng Mingyi is in control of the progress of the matter in prison, and he does not need to come out to supervise. If he wants to go in, he goes in, and if he wants to come out, he comes out. Is it a vacation area when a prison
"You." Zheng Mingyi spit out a word slowly.
"What am I?" Jiang Chijing didn't understand what Zheng Mingyi meant.
"It's okay." Zheng Mingyi looked away and picked up the "Basic Knowledge of Go" on the coffee table, "Are you learning Go?"
"Yeah." Jiang Chijing admitted generously that he didn't want to hide Zheng Mingyi, and originally planned to learn to learn from Zheng Mingyi, "When I learn to follow you."
"Are you afraid I'll be bored in prison?" Zheng Mingyi smiled, put down the book in his hand, and walked to the bookcase next to the TV wall, "Do you usually read books at home?"
Those books are just decorations. Who doesn't have a literary youth at heart? Jiang Chijing usually only has one hobby at home - peeping at Zheng Mingyi.
"Of course, reading can cultivate sentiment." Jiang Chijing said solemnly.
Zheng Mingyi nodded, walked to the edge of the stairs again, and asked, "Can I go upstairs to visit?"
Jiang Chijing said without hesitation, "No."
Upstairs is his bedroom, and his bed is still by the window for no explanation.
Zheng Mingyi didn't force it, and went back to sit down on the other side of the sofa. This time, he took off his tie, threw it on the coffee table, and unbuttoned a shirt, saying, "Your house is a little hot."
Jiang Chijing felt okay, after all, he was wearing short-sleeved shorts.
He suddenly thought that Zheng Mingyi would be topless at home on weekends in the past, but now he would be uncomfortable wearing suits and trousers.
"Do you want to turn on the air conditioner?" Jiang Chijing asked.
"Okay." Zheng Mingyi said.
Jiang Chijing got up and closed the doors and windows on the first floor, then turned on the central air conditioner at home.
It would take some time for the room to cool down, Zheng Mingyi pinched the collar impatiently and fanned, revealing the looming collarbone. One of his legs is on the other, like a stern boss listening to employees' reports, or like a picky party A who is difficult to serve.
Jiang Chijing has been avoiding, pretending not to say those "happy" words to Zheng Mingyi. But looking at the tie and tight suit pants that Zheng Mingyi threw on the coffee table, his mind betrayed him again.
He wanted to tie Zheng Mingyi's hands behind him and tore his white shirt while riding on his waist.
He wanted to kiss Zheng Mingyi breathlessly and let him know how wrong it was to seduce him.
He wanted to bite Zheng Mingyi's neck hard, and compare with him who could grow strawberries better.
he thinks…
"Officer Jiang?" Zheng Mingyi opened his lips slightly and looked at Jiang Chijing inquiringly, "What are you thinking?"
Jiang Chijing suddenly pulled back his thoughts, buried all the waste in his mind, and said without changing his face, "It's nothing."
Going back to the corner of the sofa and sitting down, Jiang Chijing kicked off his slippers, placed his bare calf in the middle of the sofa, and brushed the edge of his suit pants with his toes intentionally or unintentionally.
Zheng Mingyi lowered his eyes, looked at Jiang Chijing's white and tender feet, and looked at his calm face, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you need me to step aside?"
Jiang Chijing pretended to be clueless and asked, "Let what?"
Jiang Chijing knew that Zheng Mingyi was playing a hard-to-get game.
At first, he had been avoiding and suppressing, trying not to let the waste in his mind come out, so he didn't think in an ambiguous direction. Looking back now, he asked Zheng Mingyi what he was doing when he came out. Zheng Mingyi said him, put these two sentences together. In fact, Zheng Mingyi came out of prison to do him.
From the very beginning, Zheng Mingyi didn't try to hide his intentions, he loosened his tie, unbuttoned his buttons, and said the house was hot. Jiang Chijing was also slow enough to realize that the male peacock was opening his screen to him until now.
In the entertainment room the night of the fire, Jiang Chijing couldn't control himself and took the initiative. And this time in his territory, he wants to take the lead no matter what.
"I seem to be blocking your legs." Zheng Mingyi said, "It's uncomfortable to bend like this."
"Indeed." Jiang Chijing changed to a lying position, straightened his calf, and placed it on Zheng Mingyi's thigh. He looked at the phone and said lazily, "Borrow your leg to put it on."
Zheng Mingyi stared straight at Jiang Chijing's calf without moving.
Usually used to wearing uniforms, Jiang Chijing's feet are whiter than his neck. He turned over and turned to face the back of the sofa, and his toes also pointed to the part of Zheng Mingyi.
"Officer Jiang." Zheng Mingyi's voice carried a forbearance.
"Huh?" Jiang Chijing's toes carelessly brushed the zipper of his suit pants.
"Have you ever studied the acupuncture points on the soles of your feet?" After Zheng Mingyi finished speaking, he pinched the chaotic feet between his legs, and used his thumbs to stroke the center of the soles of his feet.
A numb electric current rushed from the sole of the foot to the calf, Jiang Chijing gritted his teeth and held back the itch, and retaliated with the heel of his other foot to kick Zheng Mingyi's foot, provocatively said: "Why, you still learn Have you been to Chinese medicine?"
Zheng Mingyi visibly frowned and narrowed his eyes slightly. The strength in his hands was astonishing, and he pinched a red mark on Jiang Chijing's feet.
"It hurts very much, Zheng Mingyi!" Jiang Chijing wanted to pull his foot back from Zheng Mingyi's hand, but for the convenience of exerting force, his other foot unceremoniously stepped on Zheng Mingyi's abdominal muscles .
This time, Zheng Mingyi seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He suddenly leaned forward, squeezed into Jiang Chijing's legs, put his hands on his ears and said, "You won, Officer Jiang."
Since Zheng Mingyi's shirt had three buttons unbuttoned, from Jiang Chijing's point of view, the looming chest and abdominal muscles were so tempting.
He bit the tip of his tongue, tried his best to maintain his sanity, looked at Zheng Mingyi proudly and said, "That's all you can do?"
"Yes, I admit defeat." Zheng Mingyi leaned down and bit Jiang Chijing's lips.
Jiang Chijing enjoyed Zheng Mingyi's submissive kiss, and felt great satisfaction in his heart. At this time, Zheng Mingyi gasped and said, "Where's your uniform? Change it and continue."
"Uh," Jiang Chijing was stunned, "I didn't bring it back."
Zheng Mingyi stopped kissing and looked at Jiang Chijing in disbelief: "Where are the handcuffs and the baton?"
Jiang Chijing said with a guilty conscience: "No..."
Zheng Mingyi took a deep breath, as if suppressing the anger in his heart: "You knew I was going to come out today, and then you didn't prepare anything?"
Jiang Chijing can't be blamed for this. He really thought that Zheng Mingyi was out to investigate the case, but how could he know that this person planned to stay at his house all day long
It can only be said that a man's IQ is too high.
"I'm ready." Jiang Chijing saved without confidence, "I woke up and saw you downstairs, I spent twice as long washing up."
If he hadn't cared about Zheng Mingyi, Jiang Chijing wouldn't have thought about it. As far as the simple home clothes on his body are concerned, they are the ones that he has chosen for a long time in front of the wardrobe, neither too casual nor too formal.
Zheng Mingyi let out a sigh of relief, pinched Jiang Chijing's cheek and said, "What do you think I should do with you? Huh? I was planning today's event a week ago, but you only spent twice as much. time to wash up?"
Jiang Chijing also thought it was a little funny. Zheng Mingyi was so good at calculating that he even figured out the time for his release from prison, but he ended up being stuck in his incomprehensible style.
"Don't be angry." Jiang Chijing grabbed Zheng Mingyi's collar, pinched his waist with his legs, and rubbed off the sofa with his strength.
Zheng Mingyi took advantage of the situation to support Jiang Chijing's buttocks and stood up with him, and as a result, Jiang Chijing was half a head taller than Zheng Mingyi.
Jiang Chijing couldn't say anything to coax people, he grabbed Zheng Mingyi's hair by the back of his head, forced him to lift his chin, lowered his eyes and looked at him: "You only have 24 hours, you are sure to waste it. In anger?"
"There are 23 hours left." Zheng Mingyi glanced at his watch, completely tore off the last dignified face, and looked at Jiang Chijing viciously, "Don't waste a second."