Chapter 72

Yan Yan lightly brushed Jiang Ting's hair with his fingertips, Jiang Ting's eyelashes trembled, and then he woke up in a daze.

"...Come back, have you eaten yet?"

Jiang Ting struggled to get up, when Yan Yan pressed him down: "You sleep with you."

He got up to heat the soup, the microwave dinged, and the warm and rich smell of broth wafted out.

Yan Yun didn't eat rice either, only soup and meat. The wild partridge meat was stewed so rotten, tender, and incomparably fresh and sweet, the soup with fish maw was thick and mellow, and the oil slick was skimmed away. Although it wasn't a winter night outside, and the weather wasn't cold, this big bowl of hot soup, including the meat and herbs, was enough to soothe the stomach to the heart and liver.

"Why did you come back so late?" Jiang Ting was lying on the sofa, covering his eyes with his arms, and there was a deep sleepiness in his voice.

With a small piece of flesh and bone in his mouth, Yan Yan explained the case in detail, and added: "A notice of assistance has been issued to the traffic police at all levels. There may be a report at any time. I have to go back to the city bureau at dawn."

The lights on the side of the sofa have been turned on to the darkest, but it is still a little disturbing. Jiang Ting stretched out his hand and groped for a few times, then took out the pillow deep in the sofa—Ms. Zeng Cui bought countless pillows for the delivery, and Yan Xun had at least ten piled on the sofa—and covered his face at once. .

Yan Yan snorted.

But before he could make a joke, he just listened to Jiang Ting: "That is to say, the people who killed Li Yuxin in Jiangyang County were probably ordered by Wang Xingye?"

Yan Yan's original words were firmly blocked: "Yes, the possibility is very high. The kidnappers Li Yuxin met at the execution site were all black and masked, and it was difficult to identify their physical features, but she may have met Wang Xingye through her biological mother who was taking drugs. If she sees this 'uncle' of Bu Wei after she comes to Jianning, she will definitely notice the abnormality, so Wang Xingye must silence her. Besides, how does Wang Xingye know that we have found Li Yuxin's article The clues, and how did he buy the murderer to kill? These doubts cannot be explained for the time being, and I have asked people to conduct a comprehensive investigation of Wang Xingye's capital flow and social relations. "

Jiang stopped under the pillow for a while, and murmured, "...but there's no reason."

"No reason for what?"

"Why did he want to kill me?"

Yan Yan's chopsticks paused.

—Yes, Fan Si.

But then he casually picked up a loquat flower in the soup: "Didn't you say that Fan Si and the gang of killers in Jiangyang County were probably not assigned by the same employer?"

"I'll just say it casually, you can listen to it casually."

"So you admit that you didn't tell the truth at the time?"

Jiang Ting lifted the pillow a crack and stared at Yan Yan from the gap: "If you have such a good memory, why don't you remember more about the case?"

Yan Yan said, "Yo - I will talk back! Sure enough, after entering the hall, you will have confidence. Why were you so docile and well-behaved when you met at Yang Mei KTV?"

Jiang Ting also laughed: "Don't be sloppy, speak well."

Yan Yan drank the last sip of soup, got up to wash the dishes, washed his hands and brushed his teeth, and raised his voice in the sound of rushing water: "Before Bu Wei didn't confess, my feeling of chasing after the wind could not be used as evidence to investigate Wang Xingye, so At present, there are too few clues to make a reliable judgment. When the economic investigation and technical team cooperate with me tomorrow, we can find out what Wang Xingye is in the drug cartel of the king of spades. How much connection does such a character have with Fan Si?"

"Anyway, you should continue to stay here smartly and sensible. It's best not to go out for a walk alone, and you must drive my car." Yan Yan walked back to the living room and said, "No matter who wants to buy and kill you, It's not Wang Xingye, a character of that level would not dare to provoke me on the Jianning realm, let's have an extra layer of protection and an extra layer of safety."

Jiang Ting made a "uh" sound and sat up top-heavy.

He wanted to go down to the bedroom and go to sleep, but he didn't expect to stand up when Yan Yan suddenly bent down and grabbed it, and he picked it up: "Hey!"

As if carrying a bag, Yan Yan walked across the corridor from the living room, carried him all the way back to the master bedroom, then threw him on the big bed with a bang, and then covered him all over.

The lights were not turned on in the bedroom, and only faint reflections came from the living room. Before Jiang Ting could wake up from the dizzy fall, he was pressed firmly by Yan Yan, like a wild, warm and heavy head. Like a leopard, even breathing was sprayed into the neck of the yukata.

"You're in the middle of the night..."

"Shh."

Yan Yan's fingers slowly slid from Jiang Ting's forehead down to the corners of his eyes, the wings of his nose, his cheeks and the side of his neck. It was like he was depicting a beloved piece of art. He used his touch to perceive it, and used his temperature to worship it. His index and middle fingertips, which carried the breath of wind, sword, frost, and sword for many years, carefully circled the corners of his mouth, but never really touched them.

The bedroom was unusually quiet, like a turbulent undercurrent under the water, but on the surface there were only entangled breaths, vaguely revealing some clues.

Yan Yan lowered her head and got closer and asked, "Can I kiss you?"

Jiang Ting was silent.

Yan Yan seems to have committed some kind of gentleman's disease, and must obtain the other party's consent: "Can I kiss you?"

"..."

"What about you, hello?"

"..."

In the dimness, the close-up eyes shimmered with each other, Jiang Ting looked away, and finally spit out two words: "No."

Yan Yan immediately said, "Then I'm leaving."

That's what he said, but he didn't leave, didn't even look away, as if he was waiting for something.

The body temperature of the two of them was scorching each other, and it seemed that even the touch of the skin could be clearly discerned through the thin fabric. Jiang Ting moved uncomfortably, the magnitude was negligible, but he was immediately caught by Yan Yan: "I'm really gone."

Then he still didn't move.

"..." Jiang Ting finally gave up something: "Kiss..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Yan lowered his head and kissed him, so sweet as if he was not drinking soup, but a bowl of honey.

The dark night covered everything, as if everything was allowed. The abyss transforms into a seductive song, tempting pedestrians to abandon the icy reality, jumping down toward the sweet and soft dream, upside down and indulge.

Yan Yan said in a hoarse voice, "Can I show you my strong kidney function?"

"no."

Yan Yan moved his hand and was caught by Jiang Ting, and said sullenly, "No way!"

Yan Xun's body was tense for a moment, as if she was fighting against her tightrope-like rationality. After a while, she finally let out a breath: "Oh, if you say no, then you can't do it."

——He was so straightforward and refreshing, but Jiang Ting was stunned for a moment.

"You can do whatever you want," Yan Yan leaned his head to Jiang Ting's ear and smiled slyly: "I like you so much, of course I hope you are happy."

I like you so much.

It was as if a cannonball exploded silently in the void, the blood was pressed into the limbs by the violently beating heart, and even the eardrums rang for a long time after the deafening burst.

Jiang Ting did not speak, and Yan Yan did not ask for any response. They were so close to each other, the unspeakable intimacy and affectionate affection slowly rose, echoing in the bedroom with the dark river.

"What are you laughing at?" Suddenly Jiang Ting asked softly.

"Laugh at myself."

"Why are you laughing at yourself?"

Yan Yan reached out and groped Jiang Ting's hair, then pinched his earlobe between his fingers and played for a while, before he said, "I told that girl Han Xiaomei today that you have the confidence to have money and a career. People, not people, pick you. But now I suddenly feel that even if you have money and a career, and you meet someone you like, you still have to wait obediently to be picked."

He paused and added: "But I'm still very happy to be picked."

Yan Yan got up with a smile and walked into the bathroom. After a while, there was the sound of water from the shower.

Losing his body temperature, half of the sheets gradually cooled down, but Jiang Ting didn't move. He knew that he should get up and go back to the next bedroom, but he didn't know why, but he had no motivation. Every pore on his body exuded a lazy breath.

This is actually very rare for him. There are always many things in his mind at any time, intricate logic and various subtle relationships, like an invisible giant Go.

But now Yan Yan forcibly cleared the chessboard.

He is personable and arrogant, handsome and ill-intentioned. When he laughs, the corners of his mouth seem to have countless evil spirits and bad thoughts, but when it comes to actions, he is solid and reliable, never making any mistakes.

Jiang Ting closed his eyes, and countless identical figures appeared in the drowsiness - sitting under the night light in the early morning, snoring and drinking soup, coming from the carriage at the bottom of the river without hesitation, Daqie flashing police lights and speeding from the viaduct. Until... or even a long time ago, the young Yan Yan, who had just withdrawn from the action scene, was helped by a few people to the outside of the command car. His face was full of blood without a trace of embarrassment.

The sound of the water stopped, the mattress sank slightly, and Jiang Ting opened his eyes.

Yan Yan climbed onto the bed from the side above his head and looked down at him in the air, the water droplets on his beautiful shoulder muscles were not completely dry.

"Don't go," Yan Yan whispered, "let me hug you to sleep."

"..."

"If you don't object for three seconds, you will agree."

Before Jiang Ting was about to say anything, Yan Yan lowered his head and kissed him a long, minty toothpaste-smelling kiss.

When his lips parted, he raised his head slightly, with starlight in his eyes. The two looked at each other for a long time, Yan Yan smiled hoarsely and said, "You agreed."

He got out of bed neatly, turned off the light, and closed the bedroom door. The heavy pale golden curtains block the city lights. In this gentle night, carefully protect the intimate and private space of one party.

Yan Yan returned to the bed and lay side by side on Jiang Ting's side. She shook off the air-conditioning blanket and put it on their legs. She put one arm around Jiang Ting's waist from behind. As soon as she touched the pillow, she suddenly remembered something, so she raised her head and kissed her. The hair on the sideburns of the person who kisses the pillow:

"Good night."

On a midsummer night, the stars are bright. The car lights on the road in the distance passed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a fleeting phantom on the ceiling, like a fish waving its tail in a long river and flashing by again. Jiang Ting lay motionless on the big bed, his nose was the scent of sunlight that the pillowcase had not yet dissipated, and Yan Yan's breathing gradually became calm and long, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

He opened his eyes and looked at the air molecules jumping in the darkness, and finally replied softly, "Good night."