Chapter 80 Three sentences, making Mr. Lu faint

Guan Yingjun slightly raised the end of his eyebrows, lifted his eyelids for a moment, then took a deep breath, and redness crept up his earlobes.

Jian Ruochen didn't expect that kissing the back of Guan Yingjun would surprise him so much.

After being surprised, he seemed a little shy and his ears turned red.

Jian Ruochen pursed his lips and tried not to smile. The day Guan Yingjun confirmed their relationship with him, she deliberately chose the rooftop of the hotel because of the nice view.

On the other hand, could it be that the lighting there is bad, making it difficult to see the expression on the face?

When I thought of Guan Yingjun who seemed to be at ease on the surface, my heart might be in turmoil, but I tried to remain calm. Jian Ruochen found it interesting.

He chuckled and gently pulled at their clasped hands, "Milk tea and tofu, is that okay?"

There was a knowing smile in Guan Yingjun's eyes.

Some people dare to do anything in order to avoid being told.

He threw the newspaper onto the bedside table and said, "I'll call the doctor and see what happens first."

Jian Ruochen touched the bed sheet, "...Okay."

Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and looked at him, then he turned over his large and powerful palm, grabbed Jian Ruochen's hand and lifted it up, then pushed apart the fingers that were naturally curled together, and kissed the palm of his hand to his lips.

The breath brushed across the palm of his hand, neither light nor heavy. Jian Ruochen felt that the places where the breath passed were getting hot, and the heat quickly spread to his whole body.

Jian Ruochen shrank back unconsciously.

Guan Yingjun loosened his hand as the force passed, tucked Jian Ruochen's wrist with the quilt, then stood up to call a doctor.

When the doctor on duty came over. Jian Ruochen leaned on the backrest in a daze, staring straight ahead, his ears and cheeks flushed.

The doctor glanced at the medical records, then looked at Jian Ruochen's blushing cheeks in surprise, "The fever hasn't subsided yet? That's impossible."

Hang four bottles of water, no matter how high it is, it’s time to retreat.

He picked up the thermometer on the bedside table to take Jian Ruochen's temperature. Five minutes later, he took it up and saw, "37.2 degrees Celsius, still a bit of a low fever, hang it for another day to stabilize it."

Jian Ruochen forced himself to calmly nod, "Okay."

The doctor wrote the medical record while reminding me, "It's easy to catch a viral cold during the transition from winter to spring. Your health is generally good, so be careful not to have too much emotional fluctuation. If your emotions fluctuate too much, your immunity will drop rapidly..."

On the thin medical form, more and more precautions were written.

Jian Ruochen huddled into the quilt, closed his eyes as if out of sight, out of mind, and went back to sleep for another nap.

When I woke up again, there was no one else in the ward.

Jian Ruochen put on his slippers and went to the bathroom to wash up briefly. When he came out, he smelled a strong fragrance.

When I looked up, I saw that the door of the ward was open and there was no one in the room, but the small table beside the bed was stood up, with a bowl of porridge on it.

It seems there is no more milk tea tofu to eat.

Jian Ruochen sat on the edge of the bed with his legs bent, and stirred the porridge in the thermos bowl with a porcelain spoon, and the shrimps floated up from the bottom of the bowl.

He was stunned and looked at the side of the bowl. The Huangji logo was printed on the thermos bowl.

The lock on the ward door clicked.

Guan Yingjun came in with a paper bag, "Why don't you eat?"

Jian Ruochen: "It looks so expensive."

Guan Yingjun curled his lips and said, "If your butler were here, he would buy this for you too."

He said calmly, "I can afford to support you."

Jian Ruo paused, and the porcelain spoon hit the edge of the bowl with a "ding" sound.

Before I could even taste the taste in my heart, I heard the man say, "Corn and green beans are not considered vegetarian dishes. I asked the cook to add some green vegetables."

Jian Ruochen: ...

Green vegetables, green vegetables, you can see Guan Yingjun working with green vegetables everywhere!

He stirred the porridge and scooped up the vegetables to count them.

Ten small choy sum.

It looks quite cute, very green and about the size of a thumb.

Jian Ruochen frowned, comforted himself while eating hastily, then lowered his head to finish the bowl of vegetable porridge that cost at least two thousand yuan.

It's expensive for a reason. Although the bowl is not big and I can't eat my fill, at least I can taste shrimp in every bite.

Jian Ruochen felt a little regretful that he couldn't eat the milk tea tofu.

The last time Zhang Xingzong brought it to him, everyone was busy with the case and there were some emergencies so they didn't have time to eat.

When I went back, the tofu had already fallen apart and was inedible.

With a pursed look on his lotus-colored lips, Guan Yingjun guessed what Jian Ruochen was thinking.

He put the paper bag he brought in later on the table and said, "Eat."

"What?" Jian Ruochen opened the paper bag and looked inside.

On top is a bowl of cauliflower in sauce, with the familiar smell of sauce spreading.

Jian Ruochen was stunned, "Is this the sauce made by the boss of the noodle shop?"

"Yeah." Guan Yingjun took out the bowl of vegetarian food and brought out the small cup that smelled of milk tea. "I added sugar to the tofu pudding, so I didn't add sugar to the milk tea."

Jian Ruo swallowed hard.

I don’t know if it’s because of the milk tea tofu or because of Guan Yingjun.

He lowered his head and watched the slender and powerful fingers peel away the plastic lid of the cup, then took the spoon and took a bite.

It’s right that I didn’t add sugar, it’s so sweet.

The hot sugar water implies that the heat rises and eventually evaporates into water vapor.

Jian Ruochen lowered his head, his heart beating wildly. Guan Yingjun’s love is very subtle, like a glass of water, which looks colorless, tasteless and plain. In fact, when you get close to it and taste it, it is boiling hot sugar water, sweet.

It’s hot and scalding, only those who have tasted it will know.

The meal is finished.

Jian Ruochen realized it belatedly, "Have you tried it?"

Guan Yingjun said: "No."

Jian Ruochen looked at the empty cup and said, "Let's go eat together next time?"

Guan Yingjun turned his head and looked over with a serious look. This cunning Jian Ruochen, who was nice to everyone but actually didn't care about anyone, seemed to have changed a little.

He raised his hand to grab Jian Ruochen's neck, gently pulled her forward, then leaned over to kiss her, sucked her for a while, then pulled away, spread the newspaper on his legs, lowered his eyes and said, "Now that I've tasted it, don't trick me into taking you there. You can't eat too much of this."

Jian Ruochen touched the corner of his lips.

In fact, Guan Yingjun was very well-behaved when it came to kissing his relatives. The only two times, he backed away after being touched the first time, and the second time was no different from just backing away after being touched.

But it still makes my mind go blank.

He lowered his head and put the empty bowl on the table into a paper bag. He glanced at Guan Yingjun and found that this man was not as at ease as he seemed. He held the newspaper with his fingers, but his eyes were fixed on a point in the air. He was not reading at all.

Guan Yingjun held his breath and couldn't read any of the densely packed small words on the newspaper. He had pretty good self-control and had never felt any desire in the first twenty-six years of his life.

Ever since meeting Jian Ruochen, the principles and self-discipline that he was so proud of seemed to have taken a step back.

Guan Yingjun turned his head to look at the hospital bed. Jian Ruochen was collecting the paper bag containing the empty bowl. The sunlight reflected on his slightly pale profile, making his overly gorgeous and aggressive beauty look like a cold divinity.

Jian Ruochen is all white, and because of her whiteness, she is very conspicuous when she turns red.

People dare not offend him easily, but they cannot suppress their bad nature and want to blaspheme.

Jian Ruochen couldn't stand being stared at by him, so he had to pretend that nothing had happened, "How is Jiang Hanyu's situation?"

Guan Yingjun said: "He said that you pursued the defamation just to get revenge, so he wanted to give you some money, apologize to you, and settle the matter privately."

"Ha." Jian Ruochen laughed briefly.

Guan Yingjun: "I guess you don't need that much, and besides..."

"Besides, we detained him not for revenge, but to facilitate the investigation of the case by ICAC." Jian Ruochen sat on the hospital bed, "Did Liu Qishang find out anything?"

Liu Qishang’s work ability is actually quite high, otherwise he would not have been selected into the Federation.

Before he joined the Federation, he investigated three senior officials and more than a dozen illegal enterprises in five years, raided the Kowloon Walled City eight times, and cleared out many black shops. He can be said to be a good gun for ICAC.

After joining the union, I encountered repeated setbacks. It can only be said that criminals are divided into high and low levels. They will learn from the lessons of their predecessors in prison and become more difficult to deal with every year.

Guan Yingjun sighed softly, "The Jiang family lost their account books before, and they were thoroughly checked again when Jiang Mingshan was imprisoned. If Jiang Hanyu is not stupid, he will not hide the key information in a place that has been discovered by the police and is difficult to find."

If we can’t find it this time, it will be even more difficult to find it in the future.

Although Jiang Hanyu is not smart, he is cautious in doing things. To put it bluntly, he is a bit timid and lacks courage. He is afraid and wants things at the same time.

Jian Ruochen also sighed.

Guan Yingjun stood up, wrung out a hot towel and handed it to Jian Ruochen to wipe his face. Looking at him wiping his face carelessly, he said, "Qin Jiayang's murder case was solved quickly, and Jiang Hanyu's slander did not cause much impact. He will not be detained for long, probably only five or six days."

"I hope Liu Qishang can find other evidence of Jiang Hanyu's illegal activities in the next few days." Jian Ruochen buried his face in the towel and said in a muffled voice, "Otherwise we will have no choice but to let Jiang Hanyu go after six days."

“If Mr. Liu from the Independent Commission Against Corruption doesn’t live up to his expectations, the first person to scold him will definitely be Lin Yazhi.” Guan Yingjun said as he took the towel in his hand. He didn’t know what he was thinking about, but he suddenly smiled.

He said, "In order to save face in front of Ms. Lin, Liu Qishang will definitely work day and night for these six days."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the ward door.

Guan Yingjun put the towel in the basin and went to open the door first.

As soon as the door opened, Lu Jingchen was seen sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed by the Lu family's home caregiver, his face pale and blue.

Guan Yingjun blocked the door, "What's the matter?"

Lu Jingchen said: "I want to see Mr. Jian."

He glanced at Guan Yingjun's appearance, and his gaze paused on his rolled-up sleeves and dripping fingertips, and a sense of strangeness arose in his heart.

Rumor has it that the Senior Inspector of Group A of the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit is the most unapproachable. He is a machine that only cares about official business and has a bad relationship with his subordinates.

Why was he in Jian Ruochen's ward, looking like he was taking care of someone?

Lu Jingchen didn't think about it carefully, his mind was full of his youngest son who had been escorted to the court.

He said in an almost humbly voice, "Sir Guan, whether Mr. Jian sees me or not is up to Mr. Jian, right?"

Jian Ruochen heard this from inside and said, "Come in."

Guan Yingjun made way and let the nurse push Lu Jingchen in.

This ward faces south and has good light. It revealed Lu Jingchen's face, which was strong on the outside but weak on the inside and trying hard to look decent.

The last time I saw him, this old man in his fifties was still full of energy, but this time he seemed a little frail.

Jian Ruochen said: "If you come to ask about Lu Qian, I can only tell you that the law cannot be challenged."

Lu Jingchen's face trembled, and a hint of viciousness appeared in his eyes. He raised his eyelids to cover them and said tremblingly: "Someone will take responsibility for the mistakes Lu Qian made. No father would want his son to die."

Mr. Lu, who used to be so prosperous, bowed his head and begged, "Mr. Jian, instead of talking about official business, we can talk about business. The land of Kowloon Walled City is now in the hands of the Lu family. The government has always wanted to buy it back, but we didn't let it go. If Mr. Jian can save Lu Qian, I will take the initiative and give the land to Mr. Jian."

"Whoever has this piece of land will have a smoother career."

Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "Leave it to Lu Rong. I wish him a happy death."

He fell badly.

The second half of the sentence was not said, but everyone present was smart enough to not hear the sarcasm.

Lu Jingchen was so angry that he almost fainted again. He leaned in the wheelchair, his chest heaving, and his breathing was rough and heavy. The nurse quickly took out the oxygen he carried with him and gave him two breaths, and he finally came to his senses.

He waved away the nurse's hand, finally unable to maintain his outward kindness, his face full of resentment and gloom, "Leave a way out for us so that we can meet again in the future. Mr. Jian, those who do evil will eventually perish. I beg you to save Lu Qian, if you can't do it, I will have to think of another way."

Lu Jingchen said in a hurried tone, "Do you really think you can change the British control over the death penalty by yourself? A Hong Kong businessman has died, and now the lives of senior officials are threatened. How long can this human rights-destroying punishment last?"

Jian Ruochen tilted his head, "How long can it last?"

Lu Jingchen wanted to raise the crutch in his hand and hit the person on the bed, but Guan Yingjun was standing behind him.

If they did, the West Kowloon Regional Police Station would have more reason to criticize the Lu family.

He could only suppress his anger and let his head become dizzy.

Lu Jingchen didn't say anything, so Jian Ruochen asked and answered himself, "If you say so, then the death penalty can probably only last until the end of the year. But even if the British Hong Kong abolished the death penalty completely in early 1994, Lu Qian wouldn't last until then."

Guan Yingjun curled the corners of his lips.

His mind was on Jian Ruochen. He really liked the smart look of Jian Ruochen, who would act immediately when angry and show no mercy to the criminals.

From Jiang Mingshan to Lu Qian, and then to Jiang Hanyu and Lu Jingchen.

I have never seen Jian Ruochen give these people any face. There is a very hot and positive energy in me, which can make people who feel this energy also feel excited.

Guan Yingjun poured a glass of water and handed it over.

Jian Ruochen took it, drank a sip towards Lu Jingchen, and then served tea to see him off, "Mr. Lu, take care, we will see whether Lu Qian will be executed first, or the death penalty will be completely abolished."

This time, the pressure from the court and the politicians was so great that Lu Qian had already become a chess piece abandoned by the politicians.

If Lu Jingchen had any means or ability to get backdoor access to the British Hong Kong government, he would not have come to him for help.

Jian Ruochen smiled, his fox eyes bent, and he calmly saw the nurse screaming, "Mr. Lu! What's wrong with you? Quick! Doctor!"

Guan Yingjun opened the door and saw the wheelchair sliding out, carrying Lu Jingchen, who had fainted from anger, and running away.

He walked to Jian Ruochen's bed and peeled an apple for the hero. The tip of the knife fell on the peel again and again, making a rustling sound.

Guan Yingjun finally felt what it meant to feel at ease.

It turns out that peeling an apple for your loved one while sitting by his or her bed can also bring satisfaction.

He sliced ​​the apple into pieces, put them in a bowl and handed them out. He then ate the long core himself. Then he chuckled and said, "You're capable."

Jian Ruochen hummed while holding the apple in his mouth, "Of course."

Learn criminal psychology and micro-expression psychology. It can accurately make people happy, and can also accurately break the defense of criminals.

Jian Ruochen stayed in the hospital for more than a day. The next day, after the IV drip was finished, he went back to rest and go to school.

Five days passed peacefully.

Jian Ruochen was asked by Teacher Li to supplement his knowledge of behavioral psychology.

Starting from the fourth day, when he had no classes, he resumed his schedule of clocking in at the Serious Crime Unit.

But there has been no news from Liu Qishang, and it seems that there has been no progress at all.

Just when the police officers from the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit thought that there was no hope of finding evidence, Liu Qishang, holding a bouquet of flowers and a bag of small oranges wrapped in red paper, knocked on the door of the Serious Crime Unit.

Lin Yazhi was drinking coffee in the lounge area. When she saw Liu Qishang, she snorted, "How dare you come?"

Liu Qishang handed her the flowers and said with a smile, "Why not? I came to thank your West Kowloon God of Wealth. How is he? Is he well?"

Lin Yazhi smelled the rose and rolled her eyes elegantly, "I warn you, informants should not keep an eye on our family's consultant."

Liu Qishang was dressed in a suit and tie, and usually looked like an elite, but in front of Lin Yazhi he looked like a young boy.

He said happily: "Hey, the informant is also curious about him, and I can't control too much."

When Jian Ruochen heard that Liu Qishang had arrived, he went to the lounge and made a pack of soy milk powder. "Mr. Liu? What do you want to talk to me about?"

Liu Qishang handed over the orange wrapped in red paper and said, "Hey, have some fruit."

The little God of Wealth is really powerful.

"There is a large currency exchange under Jiang Hanyu's name that is not very clean and is suspected of money laundering. We have found evidence and are investigating it now."

Liu Qishang laughed, "I don't know how much the fine will be this time, but the search warrant will definitely be approved. Come over here and thank you first."

Jian Ruochen picked up the orange and smiled, "Searching Jiangting Mansion again? There shouldn't be anything left inside, right?"

Liu Qishang said: "Not necessarily. Maybe it's the same as Tianquan. There may be something we overlooked. I want to check it again. Even if there is nothing, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the problem with the currency exchange is set in stone."

"Jiang Hanyu probably knew that there was something wrong with this thing, so he was in a hurry to take action some time ago, and that's why we found the flaw."

The soy milk powder in the police station was not sweet. Jian Ruochen felt it was boring after taking a sip, so he held it in his hand and stopped drinking. "Then Sir Liu must report to Superintendent Lin. She has been worried about losing her hair recently."

Liu Qishang suddenly became absent-minded. He looked away from Lin Yazhi and muttered to himself, not knowing what nice words he was saying.

Jian Ruochen smiled, leisurely holding the soy milk and oranges and returned to the serious crime team, and immediately stuffed the soy milk into Guan Yingjun's hand, "Sir Guan, drink some soy milk."

Guan Yingjun looked at the wet lip prints on the edge of the cup and understood: "It doesn't taste good?"

"It's more to your taste." Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun stood side by side, looked at their colleagues who had already started to grab the oranges, and said softly, "Take a sip, you will definitely like it."

Guan Yingjun took a sip of the drink.

It was light, with only the aroma of soy milk, which was indeed his taste.

But I don’t know if it’s because Jian Ruochen has drunk it before, but it tastes sweet again.

He held the paper cup in one hand and raised his other hand to rest on Jian Ruochen's shoulder. He held and rubbed it for a while. His face was calm and he spoke in a very businesslike manner, "I do like it."