Chapter 145 Alarm Clock (2 in 1)
The door wasn't shut tight.
Guan Yingjun stood outside, feeling the heat coming through the cracks.
Wisps of water vapor, accompanied by rustling sounds, washed away the sounds of all things in the world.
Through the translucent frosted glass, one can see the blurry shadow of Jian Ruochen lying on the edge of the bathtub.
He didn't speak for a long time, his breathing quickened. He raised his hand, placed it on the door handle and gently pushed it forward.
The gap got bigger.
Jian Ruochen raised his eyes and looked at the person behind the door.
He had never seen Guan Yingjun look like this before.
Full of urgent restraint and a sense of intrusion that is hesitant to speak.
The man was standing outside, but the sight seemed to have already devoured his entire body.
Jian Ruochen subconsciously shrank under the bathtub, her hair draped over her shoulders, and she smiled at Guan Yingjun, "Sir, can't you help me get my clothes?"
As he spoke, he regained his confidence, stood up and waved his hand outside: "Go quickly."
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes, glanced at the faintly visible powder, nodded almost imperceptibly, and felt that the wooden door in front of him seemed to be of a thousand pounds.
He closed the door, and a voice came in from outside, "What are you wearing?"
Jian Ruochen was fearless, "You can wear whatever you want me to wear."
The figure in front of the door tilted and quickly disappeared.
Jian Ruochen turned over in the bathtub, leaned on the edge warmed by the hot water, looked up at the ceiling and smiled.
So funny.
She is almost 28 years old, but she still acts like a fool when faced with teasing.
An old-fashioned person like Guan Yingjun, who was born in the 1960s, doesn't understand much no matter how avant-garde he is.
What if it's tomorrow?
Maybe he'll just cover himself with the quilt and bang his head against it and that'll be all.
When you used your legs before, didn't you just bump your head into it?
He thought about it and felt a little drowsy again.
Hong Kong people really know how to enjoy themselves.
There is another water outlet on the side of the bathtub. When you turn on the switch while taking a bath, hot water will continue to flow up from the bottom, and the layer of cold water on top will leak out from the bathtub overflow hole.
No matter how long you soak, the water remains hot.
Compared to the classical bath at home that is large enough for swimming, this bathtub feels more like a modern bath.
Jian Ruo pondered over it and wondered if Guan Yingjun took too long to get the clothes.
Half an hour.
If you are skilled at operating the sewing machine, you can finish sewing just by pulling a piece of cloth.
He sank into the water, with the lower half of his face hidden in the hot water. He waited for a while, then turned around and looked through the shelf hanging next to the bathtub.
He had used the spare soap on top once, and there was a brand new round bath cotton towel hanging on the side.
The whole bathroom exuded an atmosphere that Guan Yingjun had never been to.
Jian Ruochen took off the round bath cotton towel, half-lying in the bathtub and carefully experiencing the bathhouse culture of Northeast China.
The main thing is to use force.
After scrubbing my body, the bathroom door was pushed open.
Jian Ruochen no longer had any desire to tease anyone, so he turned around and looked over: "Are you taking the clothes, or making them? You're so slow..."
He saw the paper bag in Guan Yingjun's hand and was extremely shocked. "You went to buy clothes?"
Guan Yingjun's eyes were calm and still: "Yeah."
Jian Ruochen handed over the round towel and said, "Help me with my back. I can't reach it."
Guan Yingjun looked at his red arm that was about to be scratched, and hung the paper bag on his wrist on the rack beside the bathtub.
Then he took the round towel, rinsed it under the faucet of the sink, wrung it dry and hung it up again, then sat sideways on the edge of the bathtub: "Turn around, I'll help you."
Jian Ruochen turned her back to him and casually smoothed her hair.
Guan Yingjun's palms were rough, with a layer of calluses and deep lines. When he touched his back, he felt a shiver that went straight to his soul.
Jian Ruochen laughed and dodged slightly, "Didn't you eat? You only have this little strength."
The force on my back immediately pressed down heavily, again and again, very slowly, probably a bit awkward.
"Wait a minute." Jian Ruochen said, turning himself over.
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and looked over.
The bathtub is oval in shape, big and long enough. When Jian Ruochen lies in it, his legs can be stretched straight backwards, and his waist collapses in an arc, making the groove of his spine look particularly beautiful.
He lifted the man upwards.
Jian Ruochen rested his chin on his knees, "My trousers are soaked."
Guan Yingjun: "It's okay."
He looked at Jian Ruochen's defenseless expression, lowered his eyes, and rubbed his back silently.
When the man leaned over several times, Jian Ruochen's nose touched his clothes and he smelled his unique scent.
Again and again, with the movements, the air rushed from the nasal cavity into the lungs, making people blush.
The sound of water dripping was heard, Guan Yingjun splashed the water and washed his back, "All right."
Jian Ruochen snorted twice, "You bought three pieces of clothing?"
"No..." Guan Yingjun's voice was low and hoarse, as if it was squeezed out from his throat.
Jian Ruochen looked up suspiciously: "No? Then these three bags..."
"I asked an informant who knows how to sew to make one for me." Guan Yingjun grabbed the hand that wanted to tear open the bag to find out what was inside, "...I made a silk shirt that's comfortable to wear when sleeping."
Jian Ruochen was suspicious, but was soon shocked by Guan Yingjun's actions.
The man unbuttoned his short-sleeved shirt, took it off and threw it into a bamboo basket on the side. He then lowered his eyes and unbuckled his belt buckle. He didn't even take off the handcuffs, and threw the belt and half-wet pants into the basket.
Jian Ruochen quickly turned his head away, his ears turned red.
Why, why don't you cover it up?
The water level beside me suddenly rose with a "splash".
Another person stepped into the bathtub, and the overflowing water immediately poured out of the tub and landed on the bathroom tiles.
Jian Ruochen didn't hesitate and tried to jump out of the bathtub, but as soon as he stood up, a force pressed down on his shoulders.
Guan Yingjun's voice was full of laughter: "Aren't we just rubbing each other's backs? What are you afraid of?"
Afraid?
Haha, if you stick your head out, you'll get hurt. If you shrink your head back, you'll get hurt.
Will he be afraid?
Jian Ruochen sat back, took the white round double-layer cotton towel and put it on his hand, holding Guan Yingjun's shoulders tightly.
In the previous life, the naughty kids grew up together in the compound bathhouse, so it was natural for them to scrub each other’s backs.
After attending college in the north for four years, we became more open and felt that we were just rubbing each other's backs and there was no room for ambiguity at all.
Jian Ruochen stirred the water and finished the job for Guan Yingjun with professional techniques. He was surprised that even though he was using such great strength, this man didn't make a sound.
Guan Yingjun has very strong muscles, which were developed after years of fighting between life and death. They look very stylish.
It's enviable.
Jian Ruochen put the cotton towel in the bathtub, rubbed it clean, and threw it on the water in front of Guan Yingjun, "Okay."
I got out of school at four today, had lunch at eight, and took a shower at almost nine.
Took more than two hours to wash!
Jian Ruochen casually wrapped a bath towel around his waist and stood up to look through the paper bags hanging on the shelf.
He wore an ordinary black shirt underneath. The fabric was very slippery and it kept falling down when he wore it.
He used Guan Yingjun's razor to shave his already sparse beard in front of the mirror. When he was changing the blade after shaving, he heard something outside suddenly screaming "ding-ling-ling-ling".
Jian Ruochen raised his head suddenly: "What's that sound? Is there a case?"
"No. It's the alarm clock." Guan Yingjun took the razor with a replaced blade and shaved slowly as the alarm sounded.
Jian Ruochen: ...
Setting the alarm in the middle of the night?
Reminder of something?
After shaving, Guan Yingjun wiped his face and bent down to kiss Jian Ruochen.
It was a passionate and surging kiss, with the soft lips touching hers with surging and irresistible emotions.
Just as Jian Ruochen was about to speak, the corner of his lips was bitten. He subconsciously opened his lips, but the person opposite him did not move, just rubbed them gently, as if teasing him.
He wasn't very skilled at seducing people, and there was a bit of unfamiliar temptation.
Jian Ruochen is a soft-hearted person and cannot stand this.
He leaned against Guan Yingjun's shoulder and kissed him back. After a while, he frowned impatiently, "Why doesn't the alarm clock stop ringing?"
"It's almost there." Guan Yingjun said in a hoarse voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the iron sheet hitting the bell stopped immediately, but the tinkling sound was still lingering in Jian Ruochen's mind.
I vaguely heard a low voice: "Happy birthday."
Jian Ruochen had a feeling that something was wrong, and before he could react, he saw Guan Yingjun pick up the remaining two paper bags, then he flew into the air and was carried into the bedroom.
As he lay on his back in the quilt, he realized...
What tomorrow.
After midnight it is the eleventh.
This alarm clock is to remind Guan Yingjun of midnight!
Then didn't he just pull out the beard from the tiger's mouth?
Jian Ruochen stared at the silent Guan Yingjun and moved back a bit, rubbing the quilt. "I haven't prepared anything yet, it's not safe."
Guan Yingjun grabbed Jian Ruochen's waist, dragged him back to his original position with one hand, and held him down with the other hand so that he couldn't move.
He stood on one foot on the ground and knelt on one knee on the bed with the other leg. He used his free hand to rub in the paper bag and found the things in Jian Ruochen's excuse.
With a push of one hand, the small square paper bag broke with a hiss.
Jian Ruochen finally understood what Guan Yingjun did during the hour when he was taking a bath.
The man went to a tailor to make a silk shirt, and then went to a daily necessities trading store to buy things that he should have bought the next day.
Guan Yingjun laughed softly and said, "Now that I have something, do you agree?"
He loosened his shackled hands, lifted the man up and leaned him against himself, then took out another small bottle from the paper bag.
Jian Ruochen looked at it and was a little moved.
It’s not that I don’t want to try.
This is just like watching a horror movie or riding a roller coaster. Even though you know it’s thrilling and scary, you still want to try it.
He also likes new and exciting things.
Jian Ruochen reached for the small bottle, "I want to be on it."
Guan Yingjun raised his hand and said, "Okay."
He unscrewed the bottle, poured some into Jian Ruochen's palm, lowered his eyes to hide his expression, and coaxed patiently: "Whatever you say is what it is."
Jian Ruochen heated the oil suspiciously.
Are you so easy to talk to?
He stretched his hand down, but before he could touch it, his wrist was grabbed, and then the whole situation was turned upside down, from sitting on the bed to sitting on Guan Yingjun.
Guan Yingjun supported his thighs, lifted him up a little, and emptied the small bottle against Jian Ruochen's tailbone.
The weather was not cold, but Jian Ruochen still shuddered when the solution fell on his body, but soon the stuff was spread evenly and warmed by his palms.
The two of them were whispering in each other's ears, and Guan Yingjun leaned close to Jian Ruochen's ear and said, "Just once, baby."
Jian Ruochen was rubbed until he felt dizzy.
He rarely looked down on Guan Yingjun.
When this person looked up at him, there was a small reflection in his eyes, and his facial features were no longer cold and harsh, but incredibly gentle.
Jian Ruochen was moved, and was kissed on the nose again, with a hot hand pressed against the center of his back.
Guan Yingjun exerted force on his waist and abdomen, causing his muscles and blood vessels to bulge slightly.
He bit his back teeth and coaxed in a low voice: "Nod, baby, nod your head."
Jian Ruochen had never been called that before.
In my previous life, my parents were a soldier and a policeman respectively. They were both strict and would never call me that.
Strict father and mother, and corporal punishment.
In his heart, he despised himself for being a tough guy with a soft heart, and he didn't even dare to look Guan Yingjun in the eye.
We were just looking at each other, but it felt like our spirits were kissing.
Guan Yingjun waited patiently, and finally someone nodded.
He wasn't this patient even when he was undercover.
When the arrow was on the bowstring, he actually had the patience to rub the rosin on the bowstring for an hour and a half.
If I don't wipe it thoroughly, I'm really afraid that the arrow won't be able to shoot out, and the precious bowstring will be damaged or broken.
…
The ceiling light in the bedroom was square, with no patterns on the frame. Jian Ruochen sat on Guan Yingjun's waist and abdomen, looking up at the light.
The square lamp was dangling on the ceiling, as if it was about to fall down.
Jian Ruochen looked at it and tears came out of his eyes.
Just once for anything.
This is the second time.
The air in my lungs is being squeezed out.
He didn't feel any pain, but he felt as if his reason was flying in the air, the world was shaking upside down, the warm bodies leaned against each other, their breaths intertwined, as if two people had become one, feeling sore and numb, and making him sweat profusely.
In the haze.
I heard the damn alarm clock outside start ringing again.
Jian Ruochen felt that the world was shaking faster and faster, so fast that it made him feel like he was falling apart.
When the alarm clock stopped ringing, he had a profound understanding of what it meant to be in love and not know what heaven and earth were. He said in a hoarse voice: "…What is this alarm clock reminding you of? Is it dawn?"
"It's still early. It's 2:30 now and we've only been working for an hour." Guan Yingjun tied up the things he had used and threw them into the trash can. "This is to remind me that it's time for you to go to bed."
Jian Ruochen lay on the bed, feeling that his three views were about to be shattered along with himself.
Why does anyone set an alarm at the beginning?
Set the alarm when you finish.
What a great sense of time, what a talent.
Guan Yingjun wrung out the towel and wiped Jian Ruochen's legs. After washing him inside and out, he rubbed his waist and stomach. Then he rolled up the quilt, hugged him, and stared at him curiously in the dim night.
The blush on Jian Ruochen's face had not yet completely faded, and a few strands of hair stuck to the corners of his mouth, leaving a hint of youthfulness on his face.
He would be willing to die in Jian Ruochen's stomach.
Guan Yingjun didn't dare to stare at it any longer and closed his eyes to try to fall asleep.
·
The next day.
Jian Ruochen didn't wake up until ten o'clock, and when he stood up he realized the significance of Guan Yingjun setting the alarm.
My waist is sore after working for an hour.
If he keeps busy all night, he won't be able to get up for work today.
After having a bowl of wonton noodles with egg cooked by Guan Yingjun in the morning, the two went to buy the shrimp cakes they had ordered yesterday.
For the stores on Mong Kok Pedestrian Street, the day has just begun.
They started preparing the first wave of goods at eight in the morning.
After mopping the floor and cleaning the counter to make it shiny, we are ready to welcome the first wave of customers coming to the pedestrian street to shop at half past ten.
This pedestrian street is most famous for its various snacks.
The famous satay sauce has its own small shop here.
Before reaching the place where shrimp cakes were sold, Jian Ruochen already had a string of snacks hanging on his wrist.
Guan Yingjun walked on the outside, blocking the flow of people, carrying the two ornamental goldfish that Jian Ruochen bought when he passed by the goldfish stall.
When the two arrived at the cake shop, they happened to buy the first pot of steamed shrimp cakes.
Jian Ruochen smelled the sweet smell wafting in the shop and asked curiously, "What are you making now? It smells so good."
The old man in the white apron smiled and said, "It's white sugar cake! It will be out of the pot in five minutes. Handsome boy, do you want to wait? There is another pot of carrot cake in the back."
"You have to wait." Jian Ruochen smiled and leaned against the door of the cake shop, leaning against the door frame and looking outside.
Next to it, the plaque of the old gold shop sparkles in the sun.
Looking through the glass window, there were a few customers inside who were selecting gold.
Jian Ruochen felt sleepy from the sun.
Guan Yingjun's eyes suddenly narrowed, as he felt that there was a reflective spot that seemed to be flashing in the small building more than 200 meters away.
He glanced in that direction.
Mirror?
·
The man holding the sniper rifle immediately stood up and picked up the telescope beside him to look over. "Fuck the street!"
"Is that the policeman named Guan? He seems to have seen us!"
"You're crazy! You need eagle eyes to see us from 200 meters away."
Another man who was chewing a chicken leg spit out the gristle with a "tui" sound and cursed, "What big deal can you do? Guan Yingjun is on vacation. Yesterday, the informant from MI6, D Group said that the policeman came here at midnight and bought ten condoms. I don't know where he is sleeping now."
He looked at his younger brother sideways, taking a big bite of chicken thigh meat nonchalantly, "You spent so much in one night, you must have just finished your work by now, how could you possibly get up and go shopping!"
"No... He was looking at us the whole time." The younger brother fiddled with the telescope in his hand. "Forget it. I don't think it's safe to rob this money."
The chicken leg man yelled, "You still need to be down-to-earth when you rob? If you like being down-to-earth so much, why don't you find a man to marry?"
The man with the telescope suddenly stopped talking.
He held it in for a while, still feeling guilty: "Boss, the police here in West Kowloon are totally different from those in the Royal Hong Kong Police Station. They are very popular and they are not lazy... It doesn't matter where you rob, let's avoid the West Kowloon Regional Police Station..."
"We are robbing his mother's Kowloon! Have you forgotten the person who sent us a letter three days ago?" The man with the chicken leg finished eating the chicken leg, threw away the bone and sneered.
Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk!
They chose this gold shop because it was the farthest gold shop from the regional police station in Kowloon.
The first group of people to arrive at the scene were either police officers from the Sham Shui Po District Police Station or police officers from the Yau Tsim Mong District.
It would be best if the person was from Sham Shui Po. The courier asked them to "accidentally" kill at least one Chen Yunchuan with a stray bullet during the robbery.
It would be fine if they were from the West Kowloon Regional Police Station, although it is more dangerous, but they have set up a sniper rifle here... If they can kill Jian Ruochen or Guan Yingjun.
They will be given 1 billion pounds directly from above!
The chicken-legged man held the man's shoulder and clenched his fist, "Kill Yige's wife and you'll get 100 million plus a boat ticket to England!"
"We should not be greedy for Jian Ruochen's life, even if it's only one hundred million pounds! Think about it, you can rise to prominence in one fell swoop! Money, women, luxury houses, luxury cars! What is missing!"
In the small building, everyone's breathing quickened.
Yes, it is not necessary to kill Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun.
The mission can also be completed by killing Chen Yunchuan.
You can also grab gold.
The fourth one had a squint, and he said, "I heard that the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit is on holiday recently. We are really lucky, we shouldn't run into them."
They are not greedy, they just want to kill Chen Yunchuan!
The chicken-legged man was even more excited: "Listen, we just need to leave before the people from the West Kowloon Regional Police Station arrive! There are eight of us, and we have been through all the big scenes. After we finish this job, we will go to England to retire!"
"good!"
"Second brother, stay in the small building and snipe. Third to seventh brothers, the six of us will rob the gold shop according to the old plan. If the patrolman shoots at us, don't hold back!"
·
Cake shop.
Jian Ruochen took the freshly baked white sugar cake and radish cake handed to him by the chef.
Looking back, I saw Guan Yingjun buying something in the jewelry shop.
The man looked at the long gold chain, not knowing where to wear it. It was obviously an investment item with no decorative value. He nodded with satisfaction, took out his wallet and paid for it.
Jian Ruochen: ...
This thing looks pretty except for the ruby at the bottom. It's too long to be a necklace, and it would take 17 or 18 wraps to be a bracelet. What's its use?
He walked over, took a small piece of cake and put it into the man's mouth: "Is it sweet?"
Guan Yingjun put the box with the gold chain in his pocket, adjusted the position of the gun holster to his waist where he could reach it, pressed his tongue against the candy cake and moved it into his cheek, staring at Jian Ruochen and said, "Sweet."
I don't know whether it is talking about the cake or the person.
Before he could swallow it, he heard a violent cough behind him.
“Cough cough cough!!!”
Jian Ruochen was stunned, turned around, and saw Liu Qishang standing at the door of the gold shop.
The man was dressed in a suit and tie, his hair was waxed and tied back, he was holding a large bunch of roses in his hand, and there was a hint of smugness on his face.
Beside him, Lin Yazhi was wearing a white corseted skirt. Her long hair, which had been tied up, was loose and hanging down to her waist. Her hands were hooked in Liu Qishang's arms. She raised her eyebrows at Guan Yingjun, "Yo."
Guan Yingjun's eyebrows jumped and he glanced sideways at Jian Ruochen.
Liu Qishang took a long time to stop coughing.
He pointed at Guan Yingjun with shaking hands.
We have been brothers for many years, and we even know each other’s underwear color clearly!
He really didn't know that Guan Yingjun was secretly deceiving a 20-year-old consultant who had just entered society!
Beast!
Still sweet!
Lin Yazhi didn't find it strange.
At this moment, Guan Yingjun in the office seemed to have an explanation for Jian Ruochen's unusual behavior.
Guan Yingjun calmly said, "Sir Liu, lovers finally get married?"
Lin Yazhi raised her eyebrows: "Aren't you the same?"
Jian Ruochen stepped aside to eat the cake and asked Liu Qishang, "Why did you come to the gold shop when you are dating?"
"Make a gold bracelet for my baby." Liu Qishang said in a hoarse voice.
Jian Ruochen shook off the goose bumps on his hands.
No matter how tough an ICAC senior inspector is, he is still a bitch if he calls his sweetheart a baby!
When Liu Qishang lowered his eyes, he saw a few red marks on Jian Ruochen's collar. He felt as if he had been hit by a club and his head was buzzing.
When he couldn't find anything wrong with Jian Ruochen's assets last year, he knew that the one with the problem was probably Guan Yingjun!
If such a rich young man hadn't been coaxed by someone, would he be able to work as a consultant in a serious crime team in West Kowloon?
If Jian Ruochen wants to be a policeman and take the political route, it would be most appropriate for him to start directly from the Police Department.
Liu Qishang pulled him to a corner and asked quietly, "You and Lao Guan...are you doing this willingly? Were you deceived by him?"
The implication is——
Do you want to call the police?
Jian Ruochen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Just as he was about to open his mouth, Liu Qishang suddenly pressed his shoulders to the ground. Then he rolled to Lin Yazhi's side and protected her under his body.
The next moment.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
Continuous gunshots rang out.
Liu Qishang had already thrown the bouquet aside. He protected Lin Yazhi's head and asked loudly, "Sir Guan, what kind of gun is that?"
"Police MP5 submachine gun!" Guan Yingjun crouched and crawled to Jian Ruochen's side, dragged him to the side, and rolled behind the counter.
Lin Yazhi grabbed Liu Qishang's ears and rolled him to the cashier counter. "What's the point of lying on me? It's not your fault that you got such a low score on the practical simulation exam!"
She pulled open the hem of her skirt, pulled out the pistol tied to her thigh, held it to the side of her face, and tapped the heel of her shoe on the emergency alarm button on the ground inside the counter.
Although Jian Ruochen has a gun license, he doesn't carry a gun with him because he has to go to school.
He held his breath and listened attentively to the sound of footsteps on broken glass: "Six people."
"So many." Lin Yazhi was a little hesitant. She and Guan Yingjun were the only ones with guns here.
Soon, the phones of the three members of the serious crime team vibrated at the same time, and a text message appeared;
[Yau Tsim Mong Pedestrian Street, old gold shop, armed robbery, go quickly! 】
All patrol officers responsible for Yau Tsim Mong Pedestrian Street will receive this message.
Soon, the footsteps at the scene became more chaotic.
There was the sound of a pistol outside the door.
Jian Ruochen peeked out and said, "The police from Sham Shui Po, are they on duty here today? They arrived first."
A small red dot landed on his forehead.
Guan Yingjun's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly pulled the person back into his arms, followed by a "tsk".
A bullet passed silently through the shattered glass and pierced the wooden board of the counter.
A small hole was made in the tiles on the ground.
Lin Yazhi's face turned pale: "There's a sniper!"
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