Chapter 70 Mr. Lu

Bi Xianxian nodded, "OK, go ahead."

She turned her head and said, "Brother Song, come with me."

Song Xuyi stuffed the pineapple butter bun into his mouth and ate it whole.

Seeing that he was having difficulty swallowing, Jian Ruochen turned around, picked up the kettle and poured a glass of water for Song Xuyi.

Song Xuyi took it, put it to his mouth and drank a few sips, barely catching his breath, "Thank you."

As he spoke, he chewed the pineapple bun stuck in his mouth, hurriedly picked up the double-layer glass and folder on the table, and followed Bi Xianxian to the interrogation room.

Jian Ruochen stood there for a while, then turned and walked towards the infirmary. On the way, he met Zhang Xingzong, who was grimacing and panting.

He tilted his neck, holding up the back of his clothes with one hand and holding an unrolled gauze in the other.

When he walks, he looks like the dancing balloon man at the entrance of a supermarket, holding a ribbon with "Today's Big Sale" written on it in his hand.

Jian Ruochen: ...

He couldn't imagine Sir Guan walking like that.

A balloon man about 1.9 meters tall.

Jian Ruochen curled the corner of his mouth and looked behind Zhang Xingzong, but there was no one there.

He looked away, "How are you? Are you seriously injured?"

"It's not serious, just a little burn on the skin."

Zhang Xingzong smiled and said, "It's just that the doctor on duty today didn't do a good job. He applied too much ointment and didn't bandage it. I was afraid it would get on my clothes, so I asked for a roll of gauze and went back to wipe it off. Fortunately, Guan Sir didn't go to the infirmary."

Jian Ruochen said, "Don't wipe it off. You should apply more burn ointment. You don't bandage it because moist exposure therapy can speed up the healing of burn wounds."

Zhang Xingzong had never heard of it.

There is such a thing as knowledge about a minor burn? Consultant Jian is truly knowledgeable.

Jian Ruochen raised his eyes and smiled, "You can go back and rest. Bi Qianqian and Song Xuyi are interrogating Doctor Liao."

Zhang Xingzong: "Okay. I'll go lie down for a while."

The two said goodbye to each other.

Jian Ruochen followed the landmark to the infirmary, asked the doctor inside for burn ointment and cotton wool soaked in disinfection iodine, picked up the bag and walked straight to the door of Guan Yingjun's office, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Guan Yingjun's steady and hoarse voice came from inside the door: "Come in."

Jian Ruochen pushed the door open and saw Guan Yingjun standing in front of the office locker. The locker door opened, revealing a full-length mirror. Guan Yingjun unbuttoned one of his shirt buttons, as if he was about to check his injury.

Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the plastic bag in Jian Ruochen's hand, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

Jian Ruochen ignored the tiny smile and said, "I ran into Zhang Xingzong when I went to the infirmary. He had already finished. When the explosion happened, you were in a similar position. I guess you also need to apply medicine."

He put the plastic bag of medicine on the desk.

Guan Yingjun said: "It's not serious. I'll fix it after I finish my overtime work."

Jian Ruochen turned around, her amber eyes appearing like a dark gold in the room, full of clear insight, "I'll help you?"

Guan Yingjun paused for a moment.

He stared at Jian Ruochen for a while and felt like he was about to drown in those clear eyes.

Jian Ruochen knew that he was waiting for this sentence, but he still said it.

He walked to the sofa and sat down. He raised his hand to unbutton the second collar button, and then unbuttoned the third...

Jian Ruochen: ...

Sir Guan seemed to have revealed all the little thoughts he usually kept hidden to him without any hesitation, and played his cards straight.

He unscrewed the enamel can filled with iodine cotton, lowered his eyes to prepare medical supplies, picked up the cotton with tweezers, and walked behind Guan Yingjun.

The white shirt was draped over the armrest of the sofa, and a shocking red appeared on the skin.

Superficial second degree burn.

Jian Ruochen stared at it for a while and said softly, "There is a blister under your shoulder blade. I'll puncture it for you. It may be a little painful."

Guan Yingjun hummed softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold cotton ball fell on the injured area and rolled gently.

Then he waited some more, but before he felt anything, a voice came from behind him.

"alright."

Jian Ruochen threw the gauze into the trash can and carefully examined the back in front of him.

The man's muscles were smooth yet not abrupt, lurking just beneath his skin. He had also seen these muscles in a thriving posture, and they looked very powerful.

On his back, in addition to the new burns, there were crisscrossed light brown scars on the sides, and there was even a round bullet hole on the side of his lower back.

As Jian Ruochen watched, he used hydrogen peroxide to disinfect the broken skin. When the hydrogen peroxide came into contact with the broken skin, a slight sound was made.

The office was silent except for the sound of Guan Yingjun's suppressed and gentle breathing.

After Jian Ruochen wiped Guan Yingjun, he wiped his own hands with hydrogen peroxide, then squeezed a dollop of ointment on the palm of his hand and gently pressed it on.

A chill came over him, and Guan Yingjun almost jumped up, but he forced himself to hold it back. His back was tense, his neck suddenly turned red, and veins bulged.

Soon, the conspicuous red color appeared on the earlobe.

Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "Relax."

Guan Yingjun took a breath and said, "Please use more strength."

Jian Ruochen said calmly: "Rubbing hard is not conducive to wound recovery, and it will hurt."

Guan Yingjun took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice, "I want you to hurt me."

He finished speaking in an inexplicable way, and then he wanted to take it back. These words really could not bear careful thinking. God knows he didn't mean to...

Fortunately, Jian Ruochen couldn't see his face.

Guan Yingjun frowned, his face was tense, and the veins on his forehead bulged twice.

There was only a thin layer of calluses on the boy's palms, probably from his previous work as a houseworker or part-time worker. But when he touched his back, he didn't touch him directly, but only gently patted him through a thin layer of ointment.

Close yet distant, scratching an itch through a shoe, stirring up rain and clouds.

Guan Yingjun tried hard to endure the itch.

The ointment from the police station took effect quickly, and the coolness spread from the wound, dispelling the burning sensation that had spread since the burn.

The colder your back is, the warmer your heart is.

Jian Ruochen finished applying the medicine and stood up with his hands covered with ointment.

The office is tidy and clean. There is only a document and a pen on the desk. It exudes rigor and restraint everywhere. But the shirt that he took off in a hurry was hung carelessly on the armrest of the sofa, which seemed a bit out of place.

It makes people feel a little hot on the face.

Guan Yingjun asked in a low voice: "Is it done?"

Jian Ruochen said "hmm".

Guan Yingjun put on his shirt, bent down, took out a wet tissue, turned around, grabbed his hand, and wiped it carefully.

The wet and cool tissue took away the sticky ointment on her hands. Jian Ruochen lowered her eyes and saw Guan Yingjun's open collar. Her heart beat faster.

He remembered what Guan Yingjun said on the day of worshipping the immortal.

This is called heartbeat, do you understand?

Are you excited?

After Guan Yingjun wiped it once, he took a new one and wiped it again. After making sure that his fingers were clean, he said, "I just called my uncle, and he asked me to take you home for dinner."

Jian Ruochen's thoughts wandered for a moment, "Director Le?"

Guan Yingjun held Jian Ruochen's hand tightly, but his expression did not change.

He said straightforwardly, "I want to ask you to come and talk about the videotape. After all, it was your people who got it. The contact person from the Central Bureau will also come. He is the contact person left in Hong Kong by the Interpol China National Central Bureau."

Jian Ruochen's breathing quickened a little, "Okay."

He pulled his hand away gently, and the burning palm immediately loosened.

Guan Yingjun stood up, opened the drawer, took out a handful of candy and put it into Jian Ruochen's palm, "Vitamin B candy, eat this when you are hungry, it's too spicy to eat vegetarian roast goose, I'll take you to buy salted egg yolk flavor after we rest."

Jian Ruochen looked at the candy in his palm, then looked at Guan Yingjun. Hong Kong is so fashionable, there were snacks with salted egg yolk flavor in the 90s?

He opened a candy and ate it. The sour sand on the surface suddenly exploded in his mouth, and saliva immediately flooded his mouth.

Oh my god, so sour.

interesting.

What flavor is the next one?

When I looked up again, Guan Yingjun had already buttoned his clothes and was walking steadily, just like usual, not like a "dancing balloon man".

Guan Yingjun raised his hand, pushed aside the loose hair that fell on Jian Ruochen's forehead, and stared straight into his eyes, "You came to apply medicine for me, just to thank me for blocking it for you?"

Jian Ruochen just opened his mouth but no words came out.

Guan Yingjun lowered his head, and the tips of their noses almost touched each other. In the end, he just gently rubbed the tip of Jian Ruochen's nose and said in a hoarse voice: "You knew I was waiting for you, but you still came."

The word "wait" is still implicit.

To put it bluntly, he was using himself as bait and waiting for the rabbit to come to him.

Jian Ruochen's ears felt a little hot, he raised his eyes and smiled at Guan Yingjun, "Of course I'm coming."

He jokingly said, "I'm not an ungrateful villain. I'll give you medicine once in exchange for a bag of candy and a bag of vegetarian roast goose with egg yolk. In the future, you'll have a senior inspector to protect you. Why wouldn't I do this business that's very profitable?"

Guan Yingjun smiled.

He likes Jian Ruochen.

Smart, clever, and ignorant Jian Ruochen.

This person has the magical power to make others happy while adhering to the bottom line.

Jian Ruochen finished the candy in his mouth and opened another one and put it back in his mouth.

This one has carrot lemon flavor.

Where did Guan Yingjun get such novel candy?

"Tuk-tuk"

There was a knock on the office door, and Bi Qianqian's voice came from outside, "Sir Guan, Liao Yan has confessed. Do you want to conduct a second interrogation of Lu Qian immediately?"

Guan Yingjun opened the door and said, "No need. Lu Qian knows that he will die if he tells the truth, so he won't say anything. Let's sort out the evidence first and talk about it after the videotape is played."

He raised his wrist to check his watch and said, "Let's eat first."

Bi Xianxian hesitated and said, "I'm afraid it won't work..."

Jian Ruochen pushed the candy aside with the tip of his tongue and asked vaguely, "What's wrong?"

"Lu family, Mr. Lu is here and specifically wants to see Jian Ruochen." Bi Kankan put her hands in her pockets and shrugged.

Lu Qian's father also held an official position, but he was a deep-rooted Hong Kong British faction, his body was drenched in the stench of bureaucracy and had many bad habits.

Guan Yingjun frowned, "I came here at dinner time just to test the attitude of the police station and see whether we should deal with him first or eat first. We will eat first and let him wait."

Jian Ruochen: ...Cool.

It doesn't make sense for a police officer to have to look after the faces of criminals.

Just wait.

The people in Group A went downstairs in a mighty procession, chatted and laughed while having a meal in the tea restaurant downstairs, and then walked upstairs as if taking a walk.

In the crime squad lounge.

Mr. Lu sat upright on the sofa with his eyes slightly closed.

He was wearing a gray-black peaked-lapel suit, his face was covered with wrinkles, and his medium-length hair was gray and white, tied into a strand and hung on his shoulders. With his hands clasped together, next to him was Lu Rong who came with him.

When a group of people passed by, Guan Yingjun stopped first, glanced sideways and asked, "Mr. Lu, what can I do for you?"

Lu Jingchen raised his eyes and scanned the crowd. His gaze fixed on Jian Ruochen for a moment, then fell on Guan Yingjun's face, "Mr. Guan. I'm looking for Jian Ruochen, not you. Why are you so angry?"

Guan Yingjun didn't give him any face at all. "If you want to visit Lu Qian, please follow the corresponding procedures. If you have nothing to do, please don't stay in the police station."

Everyone in Group A followed closely behind. Jian Ruochen still had a piece of pineapple with sauce in his mouth, so he didn't have time to speak.

Lu Rong's gaze fell on Jian Ruochen's bulging cheeks, and he lowered his hand to stroke the carved pattern on the top of the civilization staff.

Lu Qian was really blind. He didn't seize and use such a smart person, but chose a fool who only had love schemes.

A man spends all day thinking about how to seduce other men.

Jiang Hanyu is really ridiculously stupid.

Mr. Lu raised his voice, "Mr. Jian, I know you are a smart man."

Jian Ruochen turned around and glanced at him, meeting a pair of shrewd and sinister eyes.

Lu Jingchen said: "You have a British title and royal blood in your body, why do you want to help the Hong Kong police?"

"I know you have the means. You need to build a good reputation. Just tell me what you want. Let my son go."

British royal blood? Luo Binwen said so, but he didn't care.

Jian Ruochen's gaze swept between Lu Rong, who had an unclear expression, and Lu Jingchen, who looked majestic but a little timid.

Judging from the relationship between Lu Rong and Lu Qian, he probably hopes Lu Qian will die tomorrow.

Mr. Lu wouldn't think that they are brothers, right?

Jian Ruo swallowed the pineapple and sneered, "How do you know that I'm working for the regional police?"

Jian Ruochen tilted his head slightly, "As far as the current situation is concerned, I am the one who is using the Kowloon Regional Police to do things."

He now has one foot in the police force, has done so many things, and has had such a big impact. After graduation, he can go through the formalities of the police academy and soar into the sky.

If it weren't for the Regional Police Station, he wouldn't have so much say.

He took advantage of the Serious Crime Unit, and the Serious Crime Unit also benefited from him.

What does it mean to help the Kowloon Region?

He solved cases and helped the lower class people. If Lu Jingchen said that he worked for the people, it could be considered a compliment.

Jian Ruochen looked at Lu Jingchen and raised his eyebrows, saying sarcastically, "Mr. Lu, you have been the head of the family for too long. You don't know how to behave anymore? You can't figure out my position and the relationship between the Lu family? I think you are just an ordinary head of the family."

Zhang Xingzong and Liu Sizheng looked at each other.

Head-on confrontation, so cool...

Do what they have always wanted to do but dared not to do!

Good at speaking.

Say a few more words to let them, Jiulong, vent their anger!

I have been a policeman for many years, and I have been troubled by the Lu family for many years. They are also human beings and they also need to vent their anger.

Come on, give me some more!

Jian Ruochen glanced at Lu Rong, "Mr. Lu, don't you have a son? Why are you in such a hurry?"

He punned, "All the best things are yet to come."

The videotape hasn't been played yet.