It's not every day that people get to eat roast suckling pig. It's a rare good day. The whole city is eating apples. On Christmas Eve, Fang Zhenyue's yard is filled with smoke and a group of people are eating BBQ around the stove.

The roast suckling pig ordered from a famous restaurant in Central has finally arrived. The rotating grill and the utensils prepared by the restaurant are placed on the stone floor. Liu Jiaming and Jia Junxing rushed over to rotate the grill, smiling as if they had picked up money. They don't know why they are so happy.

Qiu Sushan heard that there was a retirement party for Uncle Jiu tonight. Because she couldn't come because she had to work overtime, she also ordered a box of apples to be delivered to the villa.

Liang Shule and Ah Xiang were washing apples in the super large kitchen. They couldn't help chatting while washing:

"I don't know when I can live in a villa like this."

"You should talk to Mr. Fang and ask him to let you stay for one night." Ah Xiang said innocently.

"What if I stay for one night and want to stay for the second night?" Liang Shule was worried.

"Haha..." Ah Xiang was amused, "Then you have to marry Mr. Fang."

"...I'm willing, but I'm afraid Brother Yue won't agree." Liang Shule couldn't help laughing.

Not only the children were drooling around the rack of roast suckling pig. Even Eleven and Xiao Huang, who were brought along, were squatting on the side with their tails wagging, as if waiting for humans to serve them after they were roasted.

"What are you waiting for? There's no share for you!" Liu Jiaming turned around and chatted seriously with the two dogs.

"Woof!" Eleven never barked, but maybe he understood Liu Jiaming's provocation, and he actually responded to him.

"Wow, look. The skin is so crispy and fragrant. It must be smeared with honey, otherwise why is the color so beautiful and red? There is too much sugar, can dogs eat it?" Liu Jiaming pointed to the shiny and charred skin of the roasted suckling pig, and actually leaned over to chat with Eleven.

Xiao Huang blinked his big watery eyes, sometimes looking at Eleven, and sometimes looking at Liu Jiaming, as if wondering what the two were barking about.

He was probably a little impatient with Liu Jiaming's nagging, so he simply went around to the other side of Jiajun's body, and used his wet little nose to nudge Jiajun's hand, which in return was a fierce rub from Jiajun, and then he hummed with satisfaction.

When everyone started eating roast suckling pig, Manniu, who worked as a foreign aid in Yi Ji, also came over.

He was carrying the eldest daughter Zhong Chuanjie on the back of his motorcycle. Amidst a burst of booing, the two walked hand in hand into Brother Yue's big villa.

Zhong Chuanjie was holding a bunch of flowers. At first, everyone thought that it was given to her by Manniu. When she stuffed the flowers to Uncle Jiu, they realized that it was prepared to congratulate Uncle Jiu's glorious retirement.

"I am the protagonist tonight~" Uncle Jiu held the flowers and suddenly realized.

"Of course!" Everyone agreed in turn.

Uncle Jiu just started to be complacent about this, and then he was welcomed by a wave of toasts.

After Uncle Jiu drank five or six glasses of red wine, he finally realized that being the protagonist is not a good thing. The protagonist is equal to a drunkard!

"Don't even think about getting me drunk! I'm not that stupid. I still have room for the suckling pig!" Uncle Jiu turned around and ran back to the villa, went into the bathroom and didn't come out.

This action caused everyone to laugh. Liu Jiaming finally felt that the suckling pig was just right, so he called Man Niu and Gary to put the roast suckling pig on a long iron plate and served it to the table.

"Uncle Jiu! Let's eat!" Jiaru stood at the door of the villa and shouted inside.

Everyone gathered around the long table, standing or sitting, all holding their glasses.

After seeing Uncle Jiu, who had escaped from drinking, walk out of the villa, they all raised their glasses to congratulate him at Jiayi's "1, 2, 3" prompt:

"Uncle Jiu! Thank you for your care! Congratulations on your retirement!"

"Uncle Jiu, you can be happy and just have fun, you don't have to work!" "

Uncle Jiu, live a long life! All the best!" Baoshu suddenly blurted out.

"Hahaha... Are you celebrating your birthday?" Jiaru couldn't help but turn around and tease him.

Baoshu blushed, and laughter broke out again.

With good wine and good time, when the moon was at the top of the sky, everyone was intoxicated.

The sudden sadness of parting also faded, leaving only the lazy comfort of blowing the mountain breeze and the sea breeze.

The breath was filled with the moisture of the night, as well as the aroma of wine and burnt food.

Everyone was sitting in the yard, enjoying the view of the sky and the sea. The agents of Team B were all sitting around the table, talking about the past, the things and people they had experienced together.

Jiayi leaned over the table, stretched out her arms, intertwined her fingers, and pinched her left index finger with her right middle finger, and her right ring finger with her left pinky finger...

The moonlight was beautiful, and the silver light sprinkled on her body, making her silhouette beautiful.

Because of the heat, Fang Zhenyue's Santa Claus costume was zipped up to his stomach and hung crookedly on his body. The white shirt inside was pressed into many wrinkles, and the fourth button was unbuttoned, revealing his collarbone and a piece of ribs in the open shirt. Her

hair, which had been cut short, was unconsciously ruffled while he was chatting. Because it was too short, it stood up in a furry manner. She didn't look as masculine as she did during the day, but rather a little lazy and cute.

Jiayi would occasionally glance at Fang Zhenyue, who was sitting next to her with a bottle of wine, chatting with everyone and occasionally taking a sip.

The man caught her vague gaze and couldn't help but lean over and whisper to her while everyone was paying attention to what Sanfu was saying, "What's wrong?"

Jiayi's face began to turn red before she opened her mouth. She stared at her fingers and whispered in a drunken voice,

"I want to drink Ovaltine."

"Puff--" Fang Zhenyue sat up suddenly, and half of the wine he had just taken a sip spurted out. His entire face instantly turned red. He turned his head and coughed, and put his fist to his lips, looking extremely fierce.

"Wow!"

"What happened?"

Liu Jiaming and Sanfu, who were sprayed, were horrified and were concerned about Fang Zhenyue:

"Are you okay?"

"What's wrong, Brother Yue?"

"I was sprayed by beer..."

The more they asked, the redder Fang Zhenyue's face became. While waving his hand to indicate that he was fine, he took a tissue to wipe his face, but used the tissue to cover most of his face, half covering his face that seemed to be bleeding.

Jiayi held back her laughter and looked away at the Victoria Bay in the distance, where large and small ships were still shuttling. Christmas Eve Even though it was late at night, there were still many people having fun on the yacht, decorating the sea like a night sky full of stars.

When she squinted her eyes with a smile, a layer of mist covered her eyes, and the ships on the sea flashed towards her, as if they understood her little mood at the moment and responded to her.

Lively, clear, warm...many wonderful emotions surged into her heart, mixed with a little itching, making people sink into this drunken state, floating in ecstasy.

Jiayi was laughing with her head tilted, and when she took it back, her hand on her leg under the table was suddenly grabbed.

In the cover of night, Fang Zhenyue had already restrained his wolf, one hand on the table, holding the bottle and shaking it lightly, and the other hand was hidden under the table. He looked at Uncle Jiu who was talking in front of him, and his eyes seemed to be looking at Uncle Jiu, but it seemed a little erratic.

That indifferent, slightly tipsy face had no special expression, except that the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were stained with alcohol, his eyes were blurred, and the area around his eyes was moist and red.

His fingers under the table were hooked on Yi Jiayi's hand on her leg, and he gently tried to touch it, and then hooked her fingertips with his fingertips, and rubbed and pulled her in his direction. Jiayi

also looked at Uncle Jiu with her chin in her hand, and her eyebrows were as relaxed as possible. No matter how normal her expression was or how lazy her posture was, she couldn't hide the smile and spring in her eyes.

Fortunately, the night was dark, covering her with a gray-blue veil, so that her cheeks and lips didn't look so red, so hot and shiny.

"I hope there won't be any more murders before the New Year." After Uncle Jiu recalled the murder that happened on Christmas Eve one year, Sanfu couldn't help sighing.

"Yes, I hope for peace every day and world peace." Jiayi sighed softly, her tone sweeping everyone's eardrums like a veil. She rested her left hand on the table, stroking the wall of the wine glass from time to time, but her mind was all under the table.

"Another year is coming soon. I wonder if Sister Eleven can go to the podium to receive awards at the annual conference this year." Liu Jiaming said, turning the conversation to Jiayi.

"Maybe, this year's results are not bad compared to last year. Our Group B should be able to win a team again." Fang Zhenyue propped up the table with his right arm, and the wine glass in his hand was still shaking lightly, and from time to time he would bring it to his lips to moisten his throat.

His voice was low, like a stone brick rubbing against a wooden board, and the roughness was accompanied by the softness of a branch.

Although his eyes fell on the wine in the glass, his remaining eyes were always paying attention to Jiayi's every little move.

"It's another year of harvest." Sanfu smiled happily.

"Don't just have a good harvest, find another wife." Jiushu couldn't help but reply.

"I thought so too, I'm too busy!" Sanfu spread his hands.

"What are you busy with! Since the eleventh sister joined the team, how long has it been since you worked overtime for two or three days in a row? You almost never stayed up all night in the police station, right? Now is the time, young man! If you delay any longer, you will be useless!" Jiushu curled his lips. "

Hahaha, maybe you are useless now~" Liu Jiaming couldn't help but complain.

"Pssst! Look at what this is?" Sanfu raised his right fist. "It's a fist as big as a sandbag. Do you want to try it?"

"Hahaha..."

Jiayi also laughed, her eyes crooked, and she couldn't help closing them, as if she was sleepy. All five fingers of her right hand under the table moved. Not only did she not let Brother Yue's fingers pull her away, but she held two of his fingers, gently squeezed them, and then used her thumb to touch his fingertips from time to time.

Her heart was beating fast, her palms and body were hot, but with the drunkenness, all the throbbing and panic, pleasure and numbness, were just right.

The singles were still joking and teasing each other, but they didn't know that under the silent table, a number one single had secretly betrayed the organization and gradually left the ranks of singles.

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On the second day, major newspapers in Hong Kong published the sequel of "Where Will Yi Shazhan's Flowers Fall" again -

"Girls' Hearts Turn to Justice, Millions of Hong Kong Dollars Temptation, Unmoved!"

Justice is still there, untainted by the copper smell of capital.

The detectives of Team B looked at the reports on Yi Jiayi in the newspapers like a TV series, and couldn't help but sigh that the popularity of Eleventh Sister is really high, and they were envious. I

walked into the office with the newspaper, and when I looked up, I suddenly felt annoyed. Uncle Jiu's desk had been cleared.

Everyone arrived at the office one after another, and suddenly there was no voice of calling people to worship Guan Gong.

Everything that I had been accustomed to yesterday was broken, and it turned out to be so uncomfortable.

Jiayi took the initiative to burn incense and pay respect to Master Guan, then pursed her lips and smiled softly, imitating Uncle Jiu's usual behavior, and greeted Liu Jiaming and others:

"Come on, the old rules continue, everyone be more conscious."

The young men finally regained their smiles, and under Jiayi's call, they continued their old habits.

...

Christmas Eve is supposed to be a happy holiday, but there are many more deaths on the second day.

A widower who fell asleep on the side of the road after getting drunk and was choked to death by vomit;

a beautiful girl who was drunk at a party and was tricked into a hotel and raped; a person

who disappeared last night and was reported missing by his family...

The police station on Christmas is busier than usual. No matter how drunk or high the police were last night, they have to cheer up today and handle their official duties seriously.

Even Group B was not exempted. When the sanitation aunt was cleaning up the vomit and garbage on the street, she found a black plastic bag buried under other garbage.

When she was sorting and discarding it, a piece of skin and flesh was exposed inside. Originally, this might not have attracted the aunt's attention - after all, there were many stinky pork and other garbage. But this piece was different. It had a rose tattooed on it.