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Chapter 47: dizziness

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The oats were poured into the milk, and the milky white liquid was disturbed.

The strawberry jam was eagerly added, unable to blend with the oat milk, but dyed the milk a pink.

The red-stained milk was domineeringly occupied by oats, until it was completely tainted with the smell of oats.

Jiang Chijing lay on Zheng Mingyi's chest and breathed gently. It had been a long time since the summit, but both of them were still panting, as if the madness just now had exhausted all their strength.

"Are you tired?" Zheng Mingyi caressed Jiang Chijing's back, which was dripping with fine sweat, which felt hot and sticky to the touch.

Jiang Chijing let out a lazily "um", but he really didn't have the strength to speak.

Two months ago, Jiang Chijing could never imagine that the waste in his mind could become reality. That man who could only be seen from a distance and not to be molested was even crazier than him, and he was ruthlessly exploiting every corner of his body. .

Perhaps it was because both of them were suffocated, and the living room was made a mess by the crazy two.

The tie had long since lost its original shape and had become a broken rope. The "Basic Knowledge of Go" on the coffee table had been pressed into messy folds, just because Teacher Zheng insisted on forcing Police Officer Jiang to read it to him, but he couldn't read it. One page, Jiang Chijing couldn't hold on any longer, and lay on the coffee table weakly.

The sound of the air conditioner gradually overwhelmed the exhalation of the two of them. Jiang Chijing finally slowed down and said with a sore jaw, "Are you hungry?"

Before he boasted about Haikou, he wanted to show relish, but it was too laborious to meet this standard. This, after the handcuffs and the baton, made Teacher Zheng dissatisfied again, and after making up for it in other ways, he barely let him go.

The time was approaching noon, and after tossing for most of the morning, Jiang Chijing was already very hungry. After he asked Zheng Mingyi if he was hungry, Zheng Mingyi stopped stroking his back and asked, "Do you have anything to eat at home?"

Jiang Chijing gets off work early and often cooks at home, but today he really didn't want to make so much trouble, so he said listlessly, "There is quick-frozen steak in the refrigerator."

"I'll make it for you." After Zheng Mingyi finished speaking, he rubbed off the sofa and walked towards the kitchen with bare feet.

Jiang Chijing sat up straight, buried his head, and tore off the medical gauze wrapped around it, saying, "The steak is on the second floor of the freezer."

"Okay." Zheng Mingyi opened the refrigerator, "Where is the apron?"

"In..." Jiang Chijing's heart moved, looking at Zheng Mingyi's back, only to see that the man hadn't picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on, he stared at Zheng Mingyi intently, and continued, "In the drawer next to the refrigerator. inside."

Zheng Mingyi took out two steaks, thawed them in the microwave, then took out the apron from the drawer, and put it on like that.

He turned his back to Jiang Chijing from time to time, showing his looming side from time to time, and it was already too fragrant just like that, but he still wore an electronic shackle on his ankle, which gave people a little more impact.

In the past, Zheng Mingyi used to fry steak at home and wear pants, but when he came to Jiang Chijing's house, he completely let himself go, as if he was inviting Jiang Chijing to take a peek.

"How cooked do you want?" Zheng Mingyi asked with his back to Jiang Chijing.

"Two points." Jiang Chijing's eyes always stayed on the upright peach, only the number two remained in his mind, because the peach had two petals.

"Two points?" Zheng Mingyi turned around in surprise.

"Seven points." Jiang Chijing changed his tune in time, "Do you want me to help?"

"No." Zheng Mingyi turned his head again, the look of frying the steak was more attractive than the smell of the steak.

There is no difficulty in frying a frozen steak, and no help is really needed. Jiang Chijing just wanted to find an excuse to go to the kitchen. Since Zheng Mingyi said no, then he quietly went over.

He came to Zheng Mingyi with bare feet, wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, put his chin on his shoulder and said, "I'm so hungry."

Zheng Mingyi turned his face slightly, looked at Jiang Chijing and asked, "I didn't feed you enough?"

Jiang Chijing's hands were bad, he bit Zheng Mingyi's earlobe, and said in a low voice, "It's still a long way off."

Zheng Mingyi retracted his gaze and continued to flip the steak in the pot: "It's still early, continue in the afternoon."

At present, it is still important to eat. Jiang Chijing withdrew his messing hand and took the plate and knife and fork out of the cupboard.

The two had a quiet lunch, and finally Zheng Mingyi took the initiative to wash the dishes. Jiang Chijing was sitting on the sofa with his mobile phone, looking serious on the surface, but retrieving various difficult poses in his hands.

"I don't have your contact information yet."

After putting away the tableware, Zheng Mingyi picked up the suit pants on the ground, took out his mobile phone, and sat down beside Jiang Chijing.

Jiang Chijing leaned on Zheng Mingyi's shoulder, still staring at the screen of the mobile phone, and stretched out his hand to Zheng Mingyi: "Give me the mobile phone."

Zheng Mingyi's mobile phone is an old smartphone with few downloaded applications, and the voice software is placed in the most conspicuous position.

Jiang Chijing created a new contact, pressed the dial button, waited for his cell phone to ring, then hung up and handed it to Zheng Mingyi.

A string of unfamiliar numbers appeared on the screen of the mobile phone, and there were actually five 1s in the eleven digits. Jiang Chijing slowly created a new contact. At this time, Zheng Mingyi, who was just listening, suddenly called "wife" to his mobile phone.

Jiang Chijing sat up inexplicably, looked at Zheng Mingyi's phone and asked, "Who is your wife?"

"You." Zheng Mingyi was operating the phone attentively. Jiang Chijing leaned over to take a look. Originally, the note he gave himself was the word "Jiang Chijing", but now Zheng Mingyi used the voice input method to change it to "Wife", followed by a small icon of a police car.

"Who is your wife?" Jiang Chijing frowned, trying to grab Zheng Mingyi's phone.

But Zheng Mingyi not only failed him, he hugged him in his arms, pointed to his mobile phone with his chin and said, "Change me to my husband."

"Don't change." Jiang Chijing resisted. To him, this title was too nauseous.

"Don't change?" Zheng Mingyi raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, "Who couldn't bear to keep calling me 'husband' just now?"

It was a special situation just now. Jiang Chijing felt that he was about to die. What else could he say? Besides, the matter on the bed is the matter on the bed, what kind of husband, he can say even more obscene things.

"Don't bring the matter on the bed to the bed." Jiang Chijing said with a straight face.

"Don't change it?" Zheng Mingyi rolled over and pressed Jiang Chijing under him, "You scumbag should be cleaned up."

The two of them were covered in sticky sweat. If it were normal, Jiang Chijing would have gone to the bathroom to take a shower. But he likes sweating while exercising with Zheng Mingyi, and prefers to see Zheng Mingyi sweating on him.

It was clear that the room was cool enough, but the place where the two people's skin was touching was scorching hot. Zheng Mingyi held Jiang Chijing's hips, picked him up, and indicated the direction of the stairs with his eyes: "Go upstairs?"

The map on the first floor has been developed almost, and it is time to head to the new map. The big bed on the second floor is still by the window. If Zheng Mingyi finds out, it may expose the fact that Jiang Chijing was peeping.

Jiang Chijing hesitated for a moment in his heart. He didn't want to stop and go upstairs to move the bed at this time, so he simply said, "Go."

It's true that normal people don't put a 1.8-meter bed by the window, but that doesn't mean that everyone has to do things according to the logic of the public.

When Zheng Mingyi pushed open the bedroom door, Jiang Chijing had already made up the reason: "I like to sleep against the wall."

This was a bit abrupt, and even Jiang Chijing himself felt that there was no silver 300 taels here, because Zheng Mingyi might not be able to find out that there was a problem with the placement of his big bed.

"By the wall?" Zheng Mingyi glanced at the layout of the bedroom, and immediately revealed a clear playfulness in his eyes. He threw Jiang Chijing on the bed, then climbed to the window and observed his small house with interest.

The beautiful small western-style house has turned into a dark and shabby house. From the bedroom of Jiang Chijing's house, you can vaguely see the burnt-out wardrobe and sandbags.

Jiang Chijing was inevitably a little nervous. He was afraid that Zheng Mingyi's high IQ would see some clues. He climbed to Zheng Mingyi's side, broke his face, and tried to distract his attention with a kiss. But Zheng Mingyi didn't let Jiang Chijing succeed. He quickly looked at the opposite side and asked Jiang Chijing: "That night, you threw perfume in my bedroom here?"

Although this was something the two of them had tacitly agreed to, Jiang Chijing instinctively wanted to hide it, and instead of answering directly, he asked, "How can you be sure that it wasn't someone passing by who kindly reminded you?"

"Because the perfume hit my closet." Zheng Mingyi looked at Jiang Chijing and said, "If someone threw something at my bedroom downstairs, it couldn't have hit my closet directly."

Jiang Chijing knew the layout of Zheng Mingyi's bedroom. The wardrobe was on the wall of the entrance, facing the window. Only in his bedroom could the perfume hit Zheng Mingyi's wardrobe in a straight line.

Jiang Chijing couldn't hide it any longer, so he pretended not to care and chatted with Zheng Mingyi, "I happened to see someone sneaking around your house that night."

"Just right?" Zheng Mingyi said, "If I remember correctly, it was past one o'clock in the middle of the night."

Jiang Chijing used to peek at Zheng Mingyi's house before going to bed, but he obviously couldn't say this. He immediately recalled the situation that night, and said with a sigh of relief: "My watch was broken that day, and it was repaired until after one o'clock in the middle of the night, when I just heard a strange movement on the opposite side."

In fact, the man in black basically didn't make a sound, and it was thanks to Jiang Chijing's watch that broke that night, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to remind Zheng Mingyi so coincidentally.

"Is that so?" Zheng Mingyi nodded thoughtfully, at least he was willing to leave the window and turned his attention back to Jiang Chijing.

Seems to be fooled.

Jiang Chijing completely relaxed and pressed Zheng Mingyi back to the bed, but at this moment, Zheng Mingyi suddenly rolled over, pinned him under him, looked at him playfully and said, "Officer Jiang, you are peeping. Did I touch myself when I was there?"

Jiang Chijing was stunned for a while, only to hear Zheng Mingyi say again: "Are you lying by the window, holding a telescope in one hand and doing bad things in the other? Huh?"

"What, what are you talking about?" Jiang Chijing said in a panic, "I haven't peeped at you."

"Do you really think I don't know?" Zheng Mingyi said with a smile, "What kind of serious person does the little girl pretend to be?"

Jiang Chijing's brain suddenly became a mess, and it felt as if countless yellow scraps buried in the ground were excavated by a large excavator and placed in front of Zheng Mingyi for him to appreciate.

"I didn't..." Jiang Chijing's cheeks were flushed, and he stubbornly denied.

"Have you ever peeped at me punching?" Zheng Mingyi asked.

Jiang Chijing gritted his teeth, not daring to look Zheng Mingyi's eyes directly.

"Or haven't you peeped at me wearing an apron?" Zheng Mingyi asked again.

Jiang Chijing swallowed and lost the strength to refute.

"Do you really think I'm an exhibitionist?" Zheng Mingyi smiled and bit Jiang Chijing's lips, "It's all for you, Officer Jiang."

Jiang Chijing's head was so dizzy that he couldn't figure out how he could be exposed, and it wasn't until then that he realized that Zheng Mingyi had cleaned his underpants in various senses.