MTL - Breaking Through the Clouds-Chapter 66 Chapter66

Yan? L looked blank, had not had time to respond, but a chill had instinctively shivered from the internal organs.

"Brother Yan."

"..."

"Brother Yan?"

Yan? L looked back and saw that Gao Panqing had called and returned: "Are you all right?"

"... Oh, it's okay, I'm a bit tired." Yan? L said calmly, "how about you?"

In fact, what else can be done on the phone? Unless Han Xiaomei really wants to leave the field to sit in the office, she will definitely come over. Strict? L This sentence is just an absent-minded idiom. However, Gao Panqing was still very concerned and asked, "Would you like to go home and rest first? This ** hour of driving is enough for one day, and Han Xiaomei will come over later."

Yan? L nodded uncertainly, but couldn't help but glance through the glass into the ward.

Bu Wei had lay back on the bed, and curled into a ball, only showing her thin back.

"Don't you see what's wrong, Brother Yan?" Gao Panqing finally noticed the anomaly, and raised his chin in the ward almost invisibly: "Is this girl a little ..."

Yan? I do not want to talk more about this topic, perfunctoryly said: "I should be more attentive. Where is your consultant Lu? I will send him a ride."

Coincidentally, Jiang Zhang came out of the bathroom at the end of the corridor. Yan? L hurriedly nodded to Gao Panqing, striding forward, catching Jiang Zeng's shoulder by hand, from the perspective of the mouth, he should say, "Let ’s "Go back" and escorted him towards the elevator.

Gao Panqing looked at the back of them, always felt that Yan? L 搂 ren posture was unusual.

When they were at the police academy, there were some buddies, but they would n’t be as severe as they are at the moment? Instead of consulting the arm with the forearm, they did n’t catch the neck and neck of each other, but grabbed the connection between the shoulder and the arm. Make efforts to bring consultant Lu into his arms.

Looking from behind, Yan? L doesn't seem to be holding a good friend or buddy, but can't hide the meaning of protection and possessiveness.

"... I must have been influenced by Han Xiaomei," Lao Gao took a nap and forced his messy thoughts out of his head.

Yan? L In the end, he still failed to fulfill the male duty of taking care of the young family, and successfully brought Jiang Zhan to eat "real" seafood porridge; because Jiang Zhan got up at five or six in the morning and went all the way to the Tianzongshan crime scene. I went back to Jianning city all the way, I was too sleepy, and fell asleep on the way home.

g65 stopped steadily downstairs in the residential area, Yan? l extinguished the fire, but did not immediately wake up Jiang to stop.

The roof light glowed faintly, reflected on his tired and stable eyelids, and the end of the eyelashes trembled with the breath, like two small velvet fans that were not very regular.

Although Jiang Zeng's whole person is partial and subtle, the facial features are very clear. The three-dimensional eyebrows have a narrow nose and clean skin. The clean skin slightly reflects on the brow bones. When he is sober thinking, the contour of his face is cold like a marble sculpture. The momentum of the moment, when he fell asleep when he was dizzy by light, some handsome ink-like paintings gradually penetrated from the inside out.

Yan? L breaths a little fast, forcing himself to observe carefully without emotion.

He is asleep now. Does he have any similarity to Buwei?

Why did you feel so weird at the moment in the hospital?

A criminal police officer in his thirties who is considered dead and comatose for several years, and a young girl of sixteen years old, beautiful and beautiful like a camellia, should not have any intersection in any case, but a glimpse of horror? There is a strange connection between China and China.

Is it true, or is it suspicious?

"..." Jiang stopped moving, stumbled: "... strict? L?"

Then it was hoarse and lazy, and it was a little tight, and it was a little tight when it was sore, and he uncomfortably sat back in the driver's seat: "Here we are."

Jiang Zhan just woke up and hesitated for a while, his throat made a vague voice: "Um." Then he softly pushed the door and got out of the car.

Yan? L had already turned to the front door of the co-pilot. Before Jiang Jiang, who didn't understand his brain, stepped on the pedal, he reached out and hugged him. Yan Shijiang stopped to vacate his body, and before he could make a sound, he was taken off the ground by the high door, then closed the door and locked as if nothing happened, and coughed, "Go, go upstairs."

He threw the car keys up and down, deliberately not looking at Jiang Zang's face, and advanced the elevator.

Yan? L began to move his daily use to this apartment, clothes, shoes, watches, all kinds of small household electrical appliances ... like ants moving, gradually real estate model house is generally tidy The gorgeous apartment is cluttered, lively, and full, and the air is filled with the lively fragrance of single dogs for more than 30 years.

In contrast, Jiang Jiang, who has only a few pieces of laundry, can be called the proletariat, and even toothpaste is squeezed in a strict bathroom.

Jiang Zhan took a shower and came out to see the time at ten.

It may be because he fell asleep in the car, his drowsiness suddenly disappeared without a trace, and even a little hungry young man is no longer a young man who can sleep in the morning. If the lights are off at this time, it means He might wake up tomorrow morning, so he sat idly by the bed and decided to go to the kitchen to find something to relax.

Yan? L is a very polarized person in life habits. He has a very earthy side. For example, there are 108 fancy evaluations of instant noodle flavors stored in mobile phones, Taobao Uniqlo full of pits in the closet, unwashed face towels in the bathroom, and nationals full of cabinets. The goddess collection ghost knows what kind of psychology he finished eating and washing the old godmother's glass jar. At the same time, in the hard disk of the laptop connected to the TV in his living room, there is a complete collection of works of Mr. Cang under the folder "Introduction to Forensic Medicine for the First Semester of the Second Semester".

In addition to these, he also has a very authentic side of the rich second generation.

All of his leaders' singles are a monthly salary series, suits and coats are custom tailors starting from fabric and fur, and love the watch collection. According to his own statement, when he was young and mad, he liked three-question and double tourbillons with obvious appearance characteristics, and began to pursue low-key implicit double-chasing needles in his thirties. If one day his house goes bankrupt, he can at least rely on that cabinet watch for decades, and it will not be a problem to moisturize.

Since he once had a precedent for the chef team to come home to make a candlelight dinner, when Jiang stopped into the kitchen, he hoped that he would be strict? L In this respect, he could go to the extreme of the rich second-generation, and it was a bit off-the-shelf. Freshly packaged, ready to eat in a microwave.

As soon as he opened the refrigerator, he realized his ignorance and innocence.

There were only a few bottles of beer, cola, sliced ​​lemons, and half a moldy **** in the empty cold room.

"..." Jiang Zhan stared at the half of ginger, thinking for a long time that he didn't understand how a person who never opened fire bought ginger, making **** cola at home?

"What are you doing, hungry?" Yan? L popped his head behind him and asked.

This person may have realized that it would be useless to drive a shirtless shirtlessly. After taking a shower, he put on his vest and shorts honestly, his short hair was dripping down, and the back of the black vest was too lazy to dry. The drops of water were wet.

Jiang Zhan wasn't happy: "Why is your family not even prepared to eat ..."

"You say you, you sleep when you eat, and you want to eat snacks while you are sleeping. Because of this, you have a bad health. I didn't have snacks. I just ordered instant noodles and divided you into a packet of pickled sauerkraut. . "

Jiang Zhan was even more dissatisfied: "I don't eat instant noodles."

Yan? L said, "Then I'll order you a takeaway. Do you want to eat chicken and shrimp?"

"What time is your delivery in your neighborhood?"

"Hey, I say you," Yan? L Banqi face to educate him: "Why are there so many problems, I can't live like this in the future. Otherwise, there are still half a pack of frozen dumplings here."

Jiang Zhan couldn't comment on the statement of "living in the future", and was too lazy to fire the dumplings by himself, and said, "Forget it, I'm not very hungry."

He walked out of the kitchen with great enthusiasm, Yan? L drilled into the instant noodles, and couldn't help simmering while boiling water: "What's the matter, what does it mean? You just pick your mouth, what's wrong with the pickled beef noodles in Laotan? Last time, Pony and Lao Gao almost fought for the last pack of pickled sauerkraut ... "

Jiang Zong turned a deaf ear, sitting on the sofa in the living room, playing chess online, and was about to go to bed after finishing a game.

Who knew that the kitchen was jingling, about ten minutes later, Yan? L turned out with two bowls, and put one of them in front of Jiang's eyes: "Don't play, eat."

The bowl was filled with hot frozen quick-fried dumplings.

Jiang paused.

"Don't you be shocked by my outstanding level of dumplings? Look, none of them are broken and complete. Do you know how to do that?"

"..."

"After the water is boiled, add some salt." Yan? L forefinger ordered twice on the coffee table, condescending, "How about, I don't know."

Jiang Zeng almost blurted out, "Isn't quick-frozen dumplings generally broken?", But after all, eating people's mouth is soft and short-handed, and he held back for a moment before he said: "... I thought you would never enter the kitchen."

Yan? I am proud of it: "But I know Baidu. I am academic."

Jiang Xingxin said that you are still academy, majoring in martial arts at the School of Drama.

Yan? L sat on the side of Jiang Zhe, snoring and eating his old almond pickled beef noodles. Although the deep-frozen dumplings must have a better flavor, Yan? L looked so delicious that he even looked at Jiang Dian a bit, and couldn't help picking out chopsticks and instant noodles from his bowl to eat.

Yan? L didn't say a word and laughed.

"Why are you laughing?"

Yan? I swallowed the noodles in my mouth and said, "I laugh at you like a bowl of incense."

Still soft-mouthed, Jiang stopped for a moment and didn't answer.

"When you see something delicious, you are willing to give a good face and take the initiative to wash the dishes. Without something delicious, every pore above and below the body emits a high cold breath that is thousands of miles away." Yan? l picked him another noodle with chopsticks and said, "It's okay, I promise to take you to the Michelin restaurant tomorrow, and the sky will ensure that you can have a big meal."

"Every pore in the whole body emits a high cold breath." Jiang stopped eating dumplings, and for a long time did not think of a powerful way of refutation, but only a little bit idiomatic: "When you reach my age, you will understand the reason why people cannot be hungry. Now. "

"Similar to how old you are this year, you are two years older than me. How about two years old?" Yan? L stretched out **** with chopsticks: "Besides, we are police, not athletes. This is in the public security system. The age is still only a junior. I don't believe if you look at Jianning, in addition to Lu Bureau and Wei Bureau, who else is holding a tea pot all day long like you, and it looks like a thermos cup. "

The topic of thermos cups is too dangerous. If you do n’t pay attention to it, you have to think of Yan? In the cabinet, the inexplicably smaller and smaller tea cake, Jiang Zhan quickly clamped two dumplings into Yan? L bowl: " What are you talking about? Eat yours. "

Yan? L quickly put the bowl up: "No more, no more."

"You have too many dumplings and I can't eat them."

"I ca n’t eat anymore. How can I keep my abdominal muscles under control? I haven't been to the gym for more than half a month."

Jiang Zhan said, "Why do you keep that stuff? Let yourself go. You are not alone with your abdominal muscles."

The result was strict? L When I heard these words, I took it very naturally and rightly: "I am not alone, am I not looking at you?"

Jiang Zhan: "..."

On a warm and quiet summer night, the heat of the soup noodles drifted away, and the two sat side by side on the off-white comfortable large sofa, almost next to each other. The scene of Jiangyang County falling into the water, shooting at the scene, and the panic of the rescue outdoor, It seems that everything has become a distant past.

Jiangzhe also had half a dumpling on his chopsticks. I didn't know if it should be eaten or put down. Half a while before he said, "How do you talk like a convulsion?"

"Because I say everything to you from the bottom of my heart, I can say what I think. I don't pay attention to skills, it's not the same as talking to you." Yan? L smiled, got closer, and whispered: "Get an object Alas, Team Jiang? "

"..." Jiang Ding said, "No."

"Fuck a puppet."

"No."

"Why are you so frank?"

Jiang Zhan reluctantly picked up the bowl and turned around, Yan? L also chased after him and asked, "Did you really like me a long time ago?"

"Why should I particularly like you?"

"Because I am the best candidate for the object in any way, do you know the law of spouse selection in nature? Only strong males can stand out in this cruel social competition, occupy the most living resources, and take care of the family. And future generations to provide the best living conditions ... "

Jiang Zhan held the bowl in one hand and held his forehead in one hand, patiently listening to his nonsense, the whole thing was a fallacy.

"So at least in my province, I should be a more suitable mate choice. It is natural for you to have a good opinion of me. Of course, if you do not have a good opinion of me, then the theory of Darwin's selection of natural objects will be overturned. Now, I think the possibility of this kind of anti-scientific is relatively small ... "Said Yan? L couldn't hold it, he laughed and said," Okay, I won't talk nonsense. Everyone, we are all so old Then, if it doesn't work, let me say. "

Jiang Zhan took a deep breath, turned back from the sofa to face Yan? L, solemnly said: "Yan team."

"Ok?"

"Darwin's theory is only aimed at natural reproduction, and does not include homosexuality."

They were big-eyed and small-eyed, half-stern? L patted him: "Oh, don't be so narrow, it's nothing to do!"

Jiang Zhan felt a bit confused in the heart. I do n’t know if it was funny or ridiculous. Or just because of the strictness? Under the surface of the mouth-filled carriage, the seriousness and seriousness were revealed, and this argument seemed particularly funny and ridiculous. .

He didn't know if it was good to laugh or not to laugh, and he could only say, "I thought you always liked the good wife and mother ..."

"Every man once thought that he likes good wives and mothers. In fact, this kind of thing is just like throwing a dice. You have to throw that point out to know who you like."

"... don't you find it weird?"

"It was a bit of a start." Yan paused and said, "It's okay now. I don't think the men in the police team feel anything. It just depends on your heart rate."

Yan? L When this person owes a lip, it is actually better to deal with it, and he ignores it. But when he faced this face that did go to the sea once in a while, his deep brows blinked at you without blinking, and when he opened his mouth to speak, it was not just Jiang Zhe, but any other person It's hard to parry.

They just sat face to face on the sofa in the living room with their knees almost together. Jiang Zang lowered his eyes to avoid Yan? L scorching gaze, but saw that he was holding a bowl full of dumplings in his hands, which was clearly a summer night in the southwestern region, and in an instant he gave birth just like a night in the north. The illusion of speaking.

"..." Jiang Shuli shook his head to shake off this absurd feeling, and asked, "Do you really feel serious?"

Yan? L said, "I'm really not kidding."

"Then you can accept this?" Jiang Zhan replied coldly.

He lowered the bowl and picked up the computer from the coffee table. This notebook Yan? L is specially used to connect to the TV to watch videos, the password is his house number, Jiangzhan logged in to open the video website, Yan? L saw what he seemed to search, then clicked play, and directed the computer screen to him Turn around.

"Know first," Jiang Zhandandan said. "This may change your mind."

Yan? L looked down, and then stunned, full-screen playback is really smooth two men, immediately followed by the sound of unscrupulous groan | groan.

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