Chapter 140 October is a good month

Twenty minutes later.

Even after calling all the reporters, Jian Ruochen was unable to pull his calf out of Guan Yingjun's hand.

It is really difficult to exert any strength while sitting on the table. He can't move back by rubbing the table. He doesn't know whether Guan Yingjun did it on purpose to make him sit in front of the desk lamp and pen holder.

His left leg was held in Guan Yingjun's hand, his knee resting on the edge of the table, and his right foot dangling underneath, occasionally sweeping at the man's knee that stuck out when he sat with his legs apart.

Guan Yingjun spread the book on the table, flipping through it from time to time. Jian Ruochen watched, unsure whether he had actually read it into his mind.

If you say he read it carefully, then what did Guan Yingjun mean by grabbing his legs and rubbing them?

If I say I didn't get into it, then the pace of turning the pages is so good that it feels like I'm really reading.

Guan Yingjun flipped through the last two pages at once, closed the book and threw it aside, then lowered his eyes to look at the leg he was holding.

If Jian Ruo sank down and exerted force, the muscles on her calves would feel soft when they relaxed. When she closed her palms and gently grabbed them, the flesh would slip through her fingers.

He was wearing a pair of light yellow short cotton socks today, revealing his slightly protruding ankles, which made his legs look straight and white.

Jian Ruochen kicked his shoulder lightly with her toes, "What are you looking at?"

So absorbed.

Guan Yingjun's Adam's apple rolled, and he said in a deep voice, "Nothing."

The place under the shoulder where I was kicked felt numb and itchy, going straight to my fingertips.

His eyelids moved slightly, and he struggled to let go of Jian Ruochen's legs.

Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes and saw that his calves were turning red.

He took the book that Guan Yingjun was engrossed in and flipped through it, then decisively skipped the content and looked at the cover, "Public Security Intelligence under Investigation Science".

Jian Ruochen thought about it, but still couldn't figure it out.

How can someone read a professional book while holding his leg?

He thought for a moment, then suddenly had a bad idea. He grabbed the book and cleared his throat: "Ahem. Have you finished reading it?"

Guan Yingjun: “Yeah.”

"Then let me test you." Jian Ruochen found the last few pages that Guan Yingjun had hastily flipped through and took a look.

——Postscript to the reprint!

Turn forward ten pages and you will find the postscript①.

Jian Ruochen was amused, "You watched the postscript for 20 minutes?"

He never reads the preface or postscript when reading a book, but Guan Yingjun actually read it all carefully.

"Many authors will write about the origins of inspiration and thank you notes in the preface and postscript. They will mention some books, and I can find the next book to read from there." Guan Yingjun stretched out his hand, pushed Jian Ruochen down, put his legs together, let the person sit on his legs with legs apart, stared at Jian Ruochen's eyes for a while, then kissed him with his eyes half closed.

How can someone make people like them more and more the more they watch?

In the past, he didn't understand why Hong Kong people always liked to stick together when they were dating. When they just graduated, Liu Qishang was attracted to her and he and his brothers went drinking together.

Liu Qishang was drunk, holding Ji Bailou's hand to demonstrate, and drunkenly emphasized: "When the police academy simulated killing the bandit leader, Lin Yazhi was in my team and asked me for a magazine. I thought she was going to make a heart shape with me, but that's it."

He made two C's with his left and right hands, which looked like an apple-shaped heart.

After the competition, Liu Qishang cried and told them that he had misunderstood them, and was beaten up by Lin Yazhi. He said that he knew at that time that his wife could not be anyone else, and he would not get married if he could not catch up with Lin Yazhi.

Guan Yingjun hugged Jian Ruochen and finally understood Liu Qishang's feelings.

If Jian Ruochen disagrees, he will never marry anyone else in his life.

Jian Ruochen's ears were burning from being stared at. He raised his hand to cover Guan Yingjun's eyes, lowered his head and kissed the corner of his lips, "Stop looking."

What kind of look is that? It looks like he wants to eat me.

Guan Yingjun was sweating from the kiss, and the short sleeves of his white shirt stuck to his body, half-transparently outlining his bare muscles.

Jian Ruochen took a look and began to sweat as well.

There was no air conditioning in the study, and the heat seemed to be unable to go away once it rose, making my head covered with fine beads of hot sweat.

Jian Ruochen took away the hand that was blocking Guan Yingjun's sight, lowered his head, lifted the hem of his clothes and wiped it on his face.

The white waist covered with a thin layer of muscle and the round belly button were clearly exposed.

Guan Yingjun turned his head away, not daring to look closely.

Sometimes he couldn't understand why Jian Ruochen had such a personality. It was as if he grew up among a group of men, the kind of men who could put their arm around anyone's shoulders and call him brother.

Although he turned his eyes away, the image of the white belly still appeared in his mind.

Guan Yingjun asked hoarsely: "When will you be 20 years old?"

He can wait a little longer, at least until the person is 20 years old.

Otherwise it would seem like he is bullying.

"I think it's October..." Jian Ruochen didn't know when the original owner's birthday was. He thought about the medical record that he stole from the church hospital when he checked Oliver Keith's name. "October 11th."

It was the same day as his original birthday.

I will meet people from the mainland on October 7th. October is really a good month.

"There are still 9 days." Jian Ruo thought carefully and counted, then smiled at the person in front of him, "I can finish college at the age of 20, isn't that awesome?"

Guan Yingjun responded in a muffled voice.

Whenever he thought about the time when Jian Ruochen was 20 years old, while he was 27 years old on the surface but was actually almost 28 years old, he felt a little suffocated.

Jian Ruochen couldn't stand the heat, so he lifted his legs and got off Guan Yingjun's legs. He walked to the box air conditioner and turned it on. He turned his back to the air conditioner, letting the cool breeze blow on his vest, and asked Guan Yingjun, "When is your birthday?"

Guan Yingjun said: "The ninth day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar."

The calendar was placed on the box air conditioner. Jian Ruochen turned his head and took a look. "Double Ninth Festival... Then your birthday is on October 23 this year. We are quite close."

After he said that, he thought of the fact that 9 is a yang number in traditional Yi-numerology, and the Double Ninth Festival is a festival for honoring the elderly, praying for longevity, and climbing mountains to keep fit.

But judging from the literal meaning, Guan Yingjun's anger is justified.

She’s more than seven years older than him… which seems to be reasonable.

Jian Ruo was thinking about it and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Guan Yingjun leaned back in his chair and looked at him, breathing a little hastily. He pointed at the door and said, "Go take a shower first. If you want to take a bath, the bathtub is in the bathroom next to the study."

"oh."

Jian Ruochen went out to get the spare clothes left here, stood in front of the shower room and thought for a while, but still found it difficult to face this glass room.

As soon as I saw it, I felt a dull pain in my legs.

Let’s go take a bath.

The bathroom next to the study is probably not often used. The furnishings inside are new and clean. After the bathtub is filled with hot water and I lie down in it, I immediately feel drowsy.

Suddenly, Jian Ruochen felt that Hong Kong was quite good to the meritorious police officers.

A large flat in the city center, a 3,000-square-foot mansion, overlooking the lights of Victoria Harbor, and a bathtub that can accommodate at least three people.

Zhuo Yawen, who was involved in the building bombing case and the execution video case, could actually afford a sports car if he saved some money. Then he could also take his wife and daughter for a ride in the sports car.

It’s a pity that Lu Rong is despicable.

First, let Zhuo Yawen get the car through a lottery, and then wait seven days.

Seven days later, when everyone knew that Zhuo Yawen had a sports car, he showed up to tell everyone where the sports car came from and his own requirements.

That was simply a forced bribe.

In order to keep things peaceful, Zhuo Yawen naturally would not refuse Lu Rong's seemingly harmless request.

Jian Ruochen's face turned red from the hot water.

Separated by a wall.

The study was like an iron wall, and the people inside should not be able to hear any sound from outside, but Guan Yingjun felt that he seemed to be able to imagine some sounds of water.

He couldn't stay there any longer, so he got up, turned off the air conditioner in the study, turned on the one outside, took a towel and went to the shower room to take a cold shower.

·

A few kilometers away.

Lu Rong threw the light financial report onto the desk, leaned back in his chair, and stared at the person in front of him with half-closed eyes, "Are you saying that none of the bidding projects I marked out won?"

The man stood in the study, his knees pressed together, his fingers cold, and he could hardly swallow his saliva.

Lu Rong bent his index finger and tapped the armrest of the chair lightly, "Speak."

The bidding manager hesitated for a long time and replied with a trembling voice: "Yes, we didn't win any of the first-tier projects."

"I've read the bid documents, there's no problem." Lu Rong bent his elbows and propped up his forehead. "Is there something wrong with your bidding?"

The supervisor glanced at Lu Rong secretly, and a sour taste rose in his mouth, which soon rose to his eyes.

He said in a trembling voice: "We don't have enough money, so we can't compete with our opponents."

After he finished speaking, the only sound left in Lu's study was the slight clanging sound of the supervisor's teeth chattering.

He had been to the Lu residence several times and had met the second young master of the Lu family, Lu Qian, but he was never afraid.

Lu Qian is a sinister second-generation rich man who likes to bully the poor.

He was not poor enough, so Lu Qian looked down on him.

Lu Rong is different. He is very scheming. He can make his subordinates very successful, or he can make them lose everything in an instant.

In Hong Kong, where every inch of land is valuable, if you have nothing, you may not be able to survive even for 30 days.

But it wasn’t his fault that he didn’t win the bid.

The budget given by Lu Rong was enough, but others obviously had more.

Lu Rong flipped through the report. "Chain restaurants are so popular. How did you win the bid?"

In the 1990s, fast food chains were just emerging and fast food restaurants were everywhere.

With cheap fast food making so much money, many catering companies have become interested in mid- to high-end chain restaurants.

Now is the most sought-after time.

The supervisor said awkwardly: "The agent who competed with us for this bid didn't come."

He got what others disliked.

It's really not decent.

Lu Rong coughed angrily, then smiled again.

He didn't have enough money because he wasn't as skilled as others and didn't have enough money, but he picked up something that others didn't want and invested it, which was not enough to make him lose face.

"Who is competing with us?" Lu Rong asked.

The supervisor was stunned: "I can't find anything."

"Forget it." Lu Rong stared at him for a while and murmured, "In the whole of Hong Kong, except for Jian Ruochen, who else has such confidence?"

He has less than 3 billion yuan in cash, so his focus should still be on the mainland.

It is said that Gu Youming has invested most of his funds there and has become a guest of honor in the mainland, even meeting the leaders.

They are short of money right now. If they can launder the money and get 6 billion, they will not only make money in the future but also be able to surpass Jian Ruchen.

Didn’t he just invest 5.9 billion?

Lu Rong thought for a while and did not attack the trembling supervisor. "Since Jian Ruochen wants to grab what I invested in, let him do it."

The more he robbed, the less money Jian Ruochen had, and the fewer opportunities he had to move to the mainland.

"He is so well-informed. I guess someone is watching you. Be careful next time. Don't make your bid too good or they will grab it."

Lu Rong chuckled.

Jian Ruochen is smart and has a good political sense, but unfortunately he doesn't have much financial acumen. He is bound to fall into this trap.

Let him teach Consultant Jian how to be a good person.

·

Jian Ruochen is being taught a lesson by Guan Yingjun.

Be a man.

Seeing that he had been taking a bath for a long time and had not come out, Guan Yingjun was afraid that he would faint in the hot water, so he brought in a glass of ice orange juice. Sure enough, he saw him lying on the edge of the bathtub, his cheeks were steaming red, and his lips were slightly open, like a puppy sticking out its tongue to cool down.

The cold water faucet beside the bathtub was open, pouring into the tub.

Guan Yingjun brought the orange juice and fed it to the person.

Jian Ruochen drank quickly, and some of the liquid dripped down, sliding down his neck and landing in the depression of his collarbone.

Guan Yingjun looked at it and felt that the cold shower he had just taken was of no use. He threw the empty glass aside, carefully sipped the orange juice in Jian Ruochen's mouth, and then buried his head in drinking the one on his body.

It is always easier to fall in love when two people are in love with each other.

Jian Ruochen felt that he was at an age full of vigor and vitality, and instead of drinking orange juice, he should drink some herbal tea to cool down.

He reached down, but couldn't find the right spot.

He grew up almost alone when he was a child. The compound was strictly controlled and all the little boys lived together, sleeping on the upper and lower bunks. They were very naughty and would at most compete to see who could walk the farthest.

No one taught me how to do it myself.

Guan Yingjun opened his palm, wrapped his hand, and said helplessly: "Slow down, why are you so impatient?"

Aren’t trials of criminals usually very steady?