Chapter 185 I think so too

Jian Ruochen held Guan Yingjun's shoulder, but did not dare to push too hard, for fear that he would push him against the wall of the car and make a noise, which would alert the bodyguard, driver and Uncle Luo in the front seat.

He could only push gently, then stepped back and looked up into Guan Yingjun's eyes.

It was as if these eyes were born to speak. Guan Yingjun almost felt like drowning in the shimmering light. "Alright."

He stopped kissing, listened to Jian Ruochen's panting in his throat, raised his hand to wipe Jian Ruochen's lips, "I won't kiss you anymore."

Jian Ruochen hissed as he was wiped by him, and blocked his ears with the back of his hand. The tips of his ears felt as if they had been poured with hot water.

Guan Yingjun raised his hand over him and pressed the car window. A cool breeze blew into the car, blowing away the charming smell.

Jian Ruochen didn't dare to look at him. He turned his head to look out the window, watching the passing traffic. He even felt as if he shouldn't be here. The appearance of Guan Yingjun suddenly broke the sense of order brought by the 9-month police academy life and pulled him into the mundane world.

Hong Kong seems to have changed a little.

Several streets had obviously been renovated. The old cement floors had been removed at some point, some old buildings and shops had been demolished, the roads had been widened and converted into two-way two-way streets.

Cars come and go, tires rubbing on the brand new asphalt road. No vehicle will stop to buy a piece of Hong Kong-style pancake from the old shop. The bustling atmosphere on the streets of Hong Kong is gradually gathering in the commercial street and pouring into the alleys of the old street as time goes by.

Times are changing.

Becoming gradually familiar.

Jian Ruochen leaned against the car window to enjoy the breeze, looked for a while, and suddenly sighed.

Guan Yingjun thought he had kissed her and asked, "What happened?"

"Do you think the neon lights in Hong Kong will disappear?" Jian Ruochen asked, turning around.

Guan Yingjun was stunned.

He thought of Jian Ruochen's background, and the slightly lost tone in Jian Ruochen's voice when he said this, and laughed softly, "Since you ask this, it means that it will definitely disappear."

Jian Ruo looked at him calmly.

Guan Yingjun has a really good brain, very smart.

Smart to the point of being sexy.

He thought about the reasons why he liked Guan Yingjun. Apart from his face and figure, his brain was the most charming.

As he thought about it, he put one hand on the pull bar beside the car window, supported his chin, and tilted his head to reach out to Guan Yingjun.

The car seat was too wide for him to reach it for the moment, and he didn't really want to move, so he just tilted his palm and waved. Guan Yingjun stared at Jian Ruochen for a while, then let out a light breath and tilted his head to lean against his hot palm.

Jian Ruochen smiled and pinched his cheek. Just as he was about to say something, the front seat panel suddenly made an unlocking sound and he immediately wanted to pull his hand away.

Before her fingertips could move away, Guan Yingjun grabbed her fingers. He stared at Jian Ruochen's cheek which suddenly turned red, turned over his palm and kissed it.

Jian Ruochen was extremely nervous, afraid that he would be seen by Uncle Luo in the front seat, so he pulled back.

When the baffle was halfway down, Guan Yingjun finally let go.

Jian Ruochen withdrew his fingers, pressed them between his legs, rubbed them using the cover as an excuse, then raised his hand to remove all the medals on his chest.

While doing this, my heart in my chest was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to fly out, and it was so noisy that it made me feel guilty.

After putting away the medal, Guan Yingjun took out the plain ring that was left at home before going to school and asked, "Would you like to wear it?"

Jian Ruochen reached out his hand and Guan Yingjun put it on him.

The cold ring on the ring finger makes people curl their fingers involuntarily.

Luo Binwen's sight was reflected in the rearview mirror.

Jian Ruochen looked at her and his ears felt hot again. He turned his head away and looked out the window, pretending he knew nothing.

Luo Binwen felt that if he was Jian Ruochen's real father, he should ask the driver to pull over and let Jian Ruochen sit next to him.

Anyway, Alpha has a total of 7 seats.

He clenched his fists, thinking about how to give Guan Yingjun a warning during dinner so that the young man wouldn't be so infatuated with him.

When the car arrived at the villa on the top of the mountain and Jian Ruochen rushed into the house to look at the dishes, Luo Binwen was reluctant to spoil his fun.

Look at the hungry child.

Jian Ruochen doesn't like British food, but the Hong Kong Police College still uses British teaching style, and the cafeteria is also controlled by the British Hong Kong government. There is not even stir-fried Cantonese food, and they eat dry bread every day.

Jian Ruochen couldn't stand it any longer. He changed out of his police uniform and quickly put on a loose and cool furniture suit. He jumped down the stairs in two steps and smiled happily at the sergeant from the mainland: "Brother, what are you burning? It smells so good!"

The sergeant looked like he had finally got a job to do. He had a towel hung around his neck, and his body was full of tendon meat from the nine months of self-training. He pointed at the dishes on the table with a silly smile and introduced them: "Sweet and sour pork tenderloin, braised duck feet, stir-fried crayfish, grilled lamb skewers, Shaanxi specialty elbow with handle, sesame sauce cold noodles, stir-fried greens, pickled cabbage and tofu, fish-flavored shredded pork, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

He paused, pointed at the one in the middle and said, "There is also this one, cooked by Officer Guan, it is braised beef in aged sauce. The meat is very fragrant and can be eaten with the Dongbei Wang Kuijin Pancake I posted today."

The Wangkuijin cake was very thin, like paper, and folded into squares. Two or three pieces were placed at each person's hand. Jian Ruochen unfolded it and took a look. This cake was extremely authentic. It could let light through and one could see from one side to the other.

The last time I ate it was in Liaoning Province.

They were all family, so there was no need to be polite. Jian Ruochen sat down immediately. He tasted the beef cooked by Guan Yingjun first, gave him a thumbs up, and praised it for being delicious.

Guan Yingjun watched and suddenly understood why Jian Ruochen had a mainland chef at home after he had dinner with the mainland leaders.

He tasted like mainland food that really smelled delicious.

The last time he saw Jian Ruochen eating so casually was when he used a bone stick to test whether Jian Ruochen had had plastic surgery.

Jian Ruochen was particularly absorbed in his eating, and the dish he ate the most was the braised yellow beef. Even though Guan Yingjun knew that he might have eaten those two extra bites just to please others, he still felt that his efforts in practicing cooking with the chef after get off work were not in vain.

Guan Yingjun sat opposite, eating while looking at Jian Ruochen, and he couldn't get enough of looking at him.

Wearing a police uniform, standing in the sun, and speaking as a representative of outstanding graduates, Jian Ruochen seemed to be glowing. At that time, he exuded a confidence and charm unique to a policeman.

But now that I'm home, I took off that clothes and changed into a loose shirt and shorts. Jian Ruochen is still the unconventional little consultant who likes to make a mess of his desk.

No matter which side it is, it is very likable.

That night, everyone sat together and watched Jian Ruochen eat, and everyone ate a few more bowls.

At night, Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun washed up and went to bed separately.

Luo Binwen sat downstairs, not wanting to fall asleep. He looked at the spreadsheet on his laptop and suddenly turned his head to ask the butler who was arranging the vases in the living room, "I'm so tired today. They can't possibly do anything wrong, right?"

The butler looked at Luo Binwen's face and comforted him, "No, the police department is busy with drug control and arresting Brother Jiu and Bao Jiayun. They will definitely discuss the details of the case before going to bed and will not mess around."

Luo Binwen sighed and sat downstairs for a while. "Should I call Guan Yingjun down to have a chat? Do you think... two men doing that will have any effect on the young master's health?"

The servant stumbled and nearly broke the vase in his hand. He stammered, "You'd better not shout. What if they really... well... as long as it's not too often, it shouldn't do any harm."

Luo Binwen fell silent. He could not concentrate on the financial statements and group affairs in front of him. He simply threw the notebook on the table and went upstairs to sleep.

When you fall asleep, you know nothing.

In the room next to the terrace, Jian Ruochen tilted his head and bit a corner of his pillow to avoid making any sound. Everything in front of his eyes was dark, and the sky was almost spinning.

After a while, he heard a swallowing sound and saw Guan Yingjun raise his head, swallowing something with his Adam's apple moving.

He was a little overwhelmed by the heat and wanted to press on Guan Yingjun and get back at him. Although he didn't know how to do it, he could learn. He was only halfway down when Guan Yingjun pulled him up, "No, it's time to go to sleep."

Guan Yingjun raised his hand and took the water on the bedside table to rinse his mouth. He drank it all, then raised his hand to turn off the light.

Jian Ruochen pursed his lips, crouched down in the dark, lay on Guan Yingjun's chest, stared into his eyes, and said, "Are you feeling a little low?"

Guan Yingjun had helped him eat twice, but had never made the same request. Today, he took the initiative and was stopped by someone personally.

"You do seem to have a little." Jian Ruochen carefully observed his expression, pondered for a moment, then lowered his head to kiss his collarbone and rib cage, and then said in the man's slightly heavy breathing, "You are used to taking the initiative when you are undercover, and you are not used to letting others control your body parts. You feel that you don't have the initiative and are not safe. At the same time, you think I am too good, I have too many merits, and my official position has been promoted too quickly, so you feel a little unworthy, right?"

"A combination of insecurity and feelings of unworthiness, so you subconsciously don't want me to help you?"

Guan Yingjun's Adam's apple moved and his eyelashes drooped again.

He himself hadn't even thought about the reason, but it was revealed just like that.

Li Changyu was right. Jian Ruochen was his best psychologist. He could even ignore the rules of the profession and fall in love with this psychologist without any worries.

Love first, then open your heart, and once you open your heart, you will find that there is a problem.

Jian Ruochen thought about this and was amused by the sequence. He fell down laughing with his chest shaking.

Guan Yingjun raised his hand and hugged him, "You are right."

His voice was a little tight.

Seems a bit nervous.

"Then we can take our time." Jian Ruochen leaned over and kissed him, comforting him, "We still have a lot of time. Are you afraid that I can't cure you? Once you can accept it, I will definitely get back at you and let you..."

The last few words were spoken so softly that Guan Yingjun almost didn't hear them, but these words uttered by such an eloquent mouth could pinch his heart and make him blush.

Guan Yingjun hugged his waist tightly, his eyes deep, almost drowning in these few whispers.

He took a deep breath, slowed down, turned down the air conditioner, and hugged Jian Ruochen tighter, whispering, "Brother Jiu has sold the barber shop in Causeway Bay and is currently on the run."

As Guan Yingjun spoke, he looked at Jian Ruochen's reaction again. In the past, he suddenly talked about official business, which was a tactic that Jian Ruochen had used on himself.

He held it in for a few times, and this time he was finally able to use it. "We have instructed the customs and have people patrol the port to prevent him from using ships to escape to the high seas. Although we don't know where he is exactly, we can occasionally catch traces of the goods he sold. He must have been changing bases and escaping all the time."

Jian Ruochen was confused by the extent of his jumping around in the topic, "Ah? Oh."

He was so affectionate one second, but he couldn't hold it in anymore and started talking about business the next.

Who did you learn from?

They have all learned bad things!

Anyway, I definitely didn’t learn it from him.

Jian Ruochen lay on him for a while, then he thought of something and said in a sudden realization under Guan Yingjun's teasing eyes: "That's not right. If he's been on the run, what about his goods? He can't be wandering around with hundreds of kilograms of goods, right? Isn't he still selling goods? He must have a fixed base!"

Guan Yingjun: …

He closed his eyes and said with difficulty: "I think so too."