Wu Yu was speechless, his lips trembled slightly, and after a while he forced a laugh: "...I fell asleep, I didn't hear it."
This reason was so clumsy that it didn't look like he could make it up. Bu Chonghua's hand on his face did not relax at all: "Are you hiding from me?"
"Why am I avoiding you?"
"Then why don't you go home?"
The two of them were standing and sitting. Wu Yu was almost shrouded in the shadows by Bu Chonghua's capable and powerful aura. He didn't look away and said vaguely, "I... I'll come back and get some clothes."
It's so strange, when faced with the drug dealers who attacked the village, the speeding military vehicles, the hail of bullets wrapped in flames, and even the rows of stumps that were blown away, he was only resentful and did not shrink back, as if the root called fear. His nerves had already been completely suppressed by a powerful calm.
But now, facing Bu Zhonghua's calm tone of questioning, he couldn't help but feel a little cowardly from the bottom of his heart, as if he was packing up and running away from home and was caught on the spot... little daughter-in-law.
Bu Chonghua pulled his chin back a little: "Now that it's over, it's time to go back with me?"
Wu Yu was not very confident, "Didn't you go to dinner tonight?"
Bu Chonghua said coldly, "I heard Liao Gang said that you were ill, and you immediately came after you put down your chopsticks. Otherwise, would you still have the heart to sit there and eat?"
"..." Wu Yu had only one thought in his mind, Liao Gang, what are you doing all day long when you have nothing to do!
"Cough, cough, cough! That," Wu Yu pretended not to hear the word "sick", and glanced at the watch on the wrist beside his cheek, "Look at what time is it now, go back to the evening rush hour to stop Go back to your house at least nine o'clock, and what are you going to eat when it's almost ten o'clock? Let's eat here."
Bu Chonghua stared at his evasive black eyes: "Do you do it for me?"
Wu Yu said discouraged, "I'll do it for you."
"Oh? Didn't you just lock me out of the door and wouldn't let me in?"
"... I'm not asleep, haven't I heard?"
Bu Chonghua smiled incomprehensibly, and then slowly let go of his hand and stood up. The lingering strong oppression finally dissipated.
Wu Yu felt a sense of discomfort when he saw the prince coming to Cinderella's small firewood house. He stood up and loosened his shoulders, trying to dispel this strange feeling, and asked indifferently, "What do you want to eat?"
Bu Chonghua asked back, "What do you eat?"
Wu Yu usually ordered a nearby takeout when he came home in the evening. Basically, it was a small stir-fry or vegetarian dumpling for ten yuan and twenty yuan. But the prince Bu Chonghua... This health pie definitely can't accept it. Maybe he will be criticized with his thermos cup for a long time. Maybe he will be forced to eat brown rice and boiled pumpkin when he returns, which will cause tons of damage caused by waste oil. Find it back.
Wu Yu was already very familiar with Bu Chonghua's usual way of eating. He went to the refrigerator to find out a few potatoes, half a dozen eggs, and a small handful of dried noodles. After thinking about it, he went to the balcony and pinched the shallots: "Eat noodles with noodles. ?"
Bu Chonghua leaned against the door of the bedroom with his arms folded, watching him busy, and said calmly, "Eat."
"Then I'll get you some chopped green onion noodles." Wu Yu said, breaking the jar, "I don't have any meat at home, so let's eat it soon."
Wu Yu was wearing a cotton-white T-shirt and jeans from his street stall, smoking a cigarette, stepping on flip-flops, and cutting shredded potatoes with a sharp knife. When his eyebrows and eyes fell, his eyelashes were all sparse and obvious, the bridge of his nose seemed to be able to reflect a shimmer, and a strand of hair on his forehead swayed slightly with the movement; a part of the wide hem of the T-shirt was tucked into the waistband of his trousers, outlining the thin and narrow figure. Waist and hip.
Bu Chonghua looked at his back, a little dazed.
Perhaps the furnishings in the room are too old and outdated, and even the air is yellow with a long period of time. The clanging sound of the knife stomping on the chopping board evoked his childhood memories of his home—the husband who came home from get off work, the wife who chopped vegetables and cooked. , the child sitting at the dining table with his legs crossed doing his homework; the parents chatting and laughing, the husband and wife angered by the fireworks, like a picture frame that will never fade into the soul, which fundamentally determines the most important thing he has about the word "living". warm imagination.
Bu Chonghua walked into the kitchen silently and stood behind Wu Yu, just like countless ordinary couples in the world are intimate, he raised his hand, trying to put his palm lightly on Wu Yu's back shoulder.
But at this moment, Wu Yu took a knife and dipped the cut potato shreds into cold water. He saw that the roots were as thin as hair, and they seemed to be translucent in the water, and then turned around to get two more potatoes. , almost wiped Bu Chonghua's lips coldly, and immediately leaned back subconsciously: "Hi! What are you doing here?"
Bu Chonghua seemed to have woken up from a certain dream, and he came back to his senses and said, "...You have a good knife skills."
"Go, go, don't stay here, crowded." Wu Yu's ears were a little hot, and he waved at him: "Go watch your TV."
Bu Chonghua withdrew from the kitchen in a loss, with nothing else to do, and walked around the room with his hands in his trouser pockets.
He had heard Wu Yu say that the house was broken, and he wondered if the "relevant department" refused to give preferential treatment to the second-level hero when he was resettled, or bullied Wu Yu and didn't understand the society, so he calculated that he should received treatment. But until he drove the car all the way into this old and dilapidated community, he didn't know that this worry was completely unnecessary - for no other reason, this is an excellent school district, and the best elementary and junior high schools in Jinhai are less than 500 meters away. .
Although there is no full property rights, the property in the community is useless, and it is definitely not comfortable to live in, but if Wu Yu is willing to work hard in Jinhai, the education problem of the next generation will be solved without spending a penny. The person in charge of the arrangement is indeed Far-reaching planning.
But even so, the environment of this room is indeed shabby and outdated. The pale yellow paint on the wall skirt has fallen off, and the paint on the old wooden floor has also fallen off. Some furniture looks like the nineties of the last century. The style of the 190s, I don't know if it was bought from the second-hand market. The only thing that was relatively new was the TV. It was placed in the bedroom opposite the bed. It should be the only entertainment item for Wu Yu to spend the long night.
Sitting on the wooden single bed, Bu Chonghua looked at the messy white pillows and bedding, and after a long while he retracted his gaze, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of something, his gaze was certain.
He saw a fresh scratch on the dark red floor paint under his feet, extending towards the bottom of the bed, with reddish marks.
"… "
Bu Chonghua leaned over and stared at the trace, and suddenly remembered that when he was knocking on the door just now, he vaguely heard a stab inside, like the harsh sound of a heavy metal scraping the ground—but because of the door, the sound was too loud. It was vague, as light as an illusion, and it didn't catch his attention at the time.
what is it
Bu Chonghua glanced out of the bedroom, he couldn't see the kitchen from this angle, he could only hear Wu Yu burning oil in a hot pan, stirring dried chili peppers, and putting down the pot of shredded potatoes with a sizzle, the smell of oil smoke overflowed the room.
He lowered his head and glanced under the bed, the corners of his eyebrows twitching slightly.
There is a safe deep under the bed.
A hundred-yuan bill fell silently in the dark.
At that moment, countless guess bees crowded Bu Chonghua's brain, how could the money fall in this position? What's in the safe? Why did Wu Yu hurriedly push it back under the bed and hide it
There was a thin layer of ash on the floor under the bed, but the banknotes were flat and clean, indicating that it had not been long before they fell to the ground. Wu Yu was very careful about money, and he wasn't someone who couldn't find it for a few days after dropping a hundred-dollar bill. Combined with the hurried metal friction in the room just now and the direction of the scratches on the ground, a shadowy guess came out of Bu Chonghua's mind - when he knocked on the door, Wu Yu was sitting on the ground counting money.
There seems to be something in the dark, which has touched the sensitive nerves of front-line criminal investigations for more than ten years.
The door of the safe and the metal box did not fit tightly together, and an extremely small angle was slightly opened due to the falling lock. I don't know if it was due to the haste, or because his sudden visit caused too much psychological shock to Wu Yu. Bu Chonghua's movements stopped in mid-air, and he kept going up and down for several minutes. He finally knelt on the ground holding his breath and reached out his hand to probe gently. The door of the box opened silently, revealing several insides. Brown kraft paper bag.
It's thick, brick-like, and feels solid.
Bu Chonghua was too experienced, he didn't need to open it to know that it was a banknote!
"Come out to eat!"
Bu Chonghua froze in his heart, got up immediately, and said loudly: "Come on!"
Bu Chonghua walked out of the bedroom quickly, with no abnormal expression on his face, only to see that there were already a plate of hot and sour shredded potatoes and two bowls of egg noodles with scallion oil on the table. Wu Yu was pulling out his chair and sitting down, and casually mixed the noodles with chopsticks. Mix: "Just one dish, eat it soon, I'll treat you to eat it tomorrow."
But in fact, a dish in this area is also delicious. After all, Wu Yu is a fast fire, heavy oil, soy stir fry, and knife work is good. The potato shreds are distinct, thin and continuous, and the entrance is indescribably crisp. Perhaps considering Bu Chonghua’s taste in the north, he made scallion oil eggs into braised noodles, stir-fried peppercorns in oil, and then picked them out one by one, and slowly boiled the oil until the scallion aroma, and added light soy sauce, Dark soy sauce, sugar, salt, stir-fried with eggs to make a marinade, and finally mixed to a smooth and shiny noodles, fragrant enough to make people feel guilty.
Bu Chonghua didn't look up and ate half a bowl, knowing in his heart that his three-day fitness results were in vain, "Your craft is really good, you can bring lunch to people in the detachment to earn extra money in the future."
Wu Yu laughed: "The one surnamed Song hasn't kicked me out of the Public Security Bureau yet."
When he mentioned money, he didn't show any excess, at least he didn't make concessions to Chonghua to see it.
So what's with the cash under his bed
Bu Chonghua didn't know how much drug money, gambling money, and illegal fundraising money he had seized. One year, when he cooperated with the Disciplinary Committee in handling the case, he even saw a double-door refrigerator full of cash. He knew the size and weight of the banknotes. If the paper bags in Wu Yu's safe were filled with 100-yuan bills, the number should be around 400,000, not more than 50 at most, and not less than 35 at least.
That is to say, it can't be because he has nothing to do and put all his salary and lock it under the bed. His salary is not that much. Where did the money come from
Bu Chonghua's face was as deep as water, but the deep voice of Song Bureau suddenly sounded in the depths of his consciousness. It was what he told Xu Zuxin privately after the interrogation Nian Daxing came out:
"This Wu Yu, during the incubation period, there are many problems that cannot be explained..."
"I can't eat it anymore," Wu Yu put down his chopsticks and stood up, seeing that there were still two small mouthfuls of noodles left in the bowl, Bu Zhonghua suddenly came back to his senses: "You only eat this much?"
"Cai Lin ate a few salted egg yolk dumplings for me at noon, and he made them, which made me feel good."
"Okay," Bu Chonghua pulled his remaining scallion egg noodles into his bowl, acting like a couple at home: "Then give it to me, don't waste food."
Wu Yu: "..."
In the blink of an eye, Wu Yu froze in his heart, remembering what Cai Lin said in the office before: "What, do I eat the half moon cake left by Xiao Gui? Of course not! Men can only eat their mothers and wives in their lives. leftovers!"
"Cough, cough, cough!" Wu Yu almost choked on his own saliva, and hurriedly looked away: "I... I'm going to wash the dishes."
After Bu Chonghua finished eating three bites, he got up and held him down: "I'll come."
"Sit down, I don't have a dishwasher..."
Bu Chonghua didn't change his face and pinched a mass of unidentified yellow object like wet garbage: "Isn't this a loofah vine?"
Wu Yu said weakly, "Do you want to stop thinking about it?"
"What are you thinking about? My dad washed dishes at home when I was a child." Bu Chonghua smiled lightly and said, "There was no dishwasher at that time, not all loofah vines."
Bu Chonghua thought that today was a family dinner to celebrate his birthday, and he was dressed more formally than usual, wearing a shirt with a tall and straight fit, dark gray suit pants, and a watch that he didn't usually wear. He was washing the dishes attentively under the running water, the firm and smooth muscle lines on his shoulders loomed with the movements, very handsome, tall and... eccentric, like the prince who suddenly came to Cinderella's house from the palace to wash the dishes.
But Wu Yu knew that Bu Chonghua did not regard himself as a prince, he just regarded himself as the master of the family...
"Let's sleep here tonight."
"what?"
Bu Chonghua put down the last bowl: "Ah what, what time is it, why bother to drive back?"
What was Wu Yu's first reaction, you are close to 1.9 meters tall, you fucking bear to squeeze that wooden single bed that creaks as soon as you turn over with me? !
"Let's take a shower and sleep, and I'll go to work tomorrow." Bu Chonghua wiped his hands while his subordinates tried to hide the horror, and said calmly, "I'm going to take a shower first."
Wu Yu opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. He watched Bu Chonghua stride his long, muscular legs, calmly, as if his son-in-law was staying at the door for a night, and walked straight into the narrow room. bathroom, closed the door.
After a while, there was a sound of rushing hot water inside.
... No, Wu Yu thought to himself, I can't squeeze a small bed with this guy, the bed will collapse in the middle of the night!
Wu Yu rushed into the bedroom immediately, tidied up the messy bed, turned out the mat and spread it on the ground, tired of wearing a few clothes as pillows, and pulled out a thin blanket from the closet to use as a quilt. After doing all this, he wanted to lock the safe that he had hurriedly unlocked before, but he was half-kneeling on the ground, but he was suddenly stunned and caught a glimpse of a pink bill falling under the bed.
It should have slid out of the ground in a hurry, the location is very hidden, and it is difficult to find it without bending over and deliberately looking under the bed.
Did Bu Chonghua find out
It shouldn't be, after all, normal people don't look under other people's beds all day long.
Wu Yu has been undercover for so many years, no matter how scary and dangerous the scene is, he is not as flustered as hearing Bu Chonghua knocking on the door today. He half-knelt on the ground, gritted his teeth, slapped himself lightly, took the safe out after collecting the bills, put it in the deepest part of the closet, and pulled some old clothes to cover it tightly.
At this moment, the bathroom water stopped, and then the door opened with a cry, only to hear Bu Chonghua's lazy voice: "Are there any underwear?"
When Wu Yu turned around, Bu Chonghua wrapped a bath towel around his waist and looked at him with one hand on the door frame.
Elite bosses usually don't show through their clothes. Only then can they see that they are really wide-shouldered, long-legged, and muscular. There are a few scars left by old wounds on the chest, and the masculine temperament is extremely obvious.
Wu Yu said nothing, found a pair of clean underwear from the closet and threw them over.
Bu Chonghua frowned and said, "It's a little small."
"Sorry, just squeeze." Wu Yu said sincerely, "Believe in yourself, it will work."
… it works…
Bu Chonghua raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Yu for a few seconds, then he chuckled softly in his nose, "Okay, you remember this sentence." Then he turned around and undid the bath towel as he walked back to the bathroom.