Chapter 172 With You
Jian Ruochen was very familiar with this expression, but it was rare to see it on a real person... an expression of ease and complacency when being said right.
If it was a criminal, his eyes would be rolling around and he would be angry and embarrassed.
Guan Yingjun just curled the corners of his lips without moving his fingers.
Jian Ruochen kicked his calf underwater and said, "Why do you always use your undercover tricks in front of me?"
That was the case when we first met.
We've known each other for two years and it's still like this.
Guan Yingjun's expression was calm, without any extraneous expression on his face. "I'm used to it, and I didn't mean it. Besides..."
He paused, looked up at the opposite side, and said softly: "You are very susceptible to this."
That's right, it is indeed true.
Jian Ruochen took a deep breath.
The surface of the bathtub also rose and fell, revealing a hint of pink and white half-hidden under the reflective water.
He felt a little hot, so he reached out and grabbed the faucet, turning it to the side to get some cold water.
The bathroom where I take a bath has a gray-black window. It’s not very big, but it’s much better than the window in the shower room which only has a ventilation vent. This window faces the bathtub, and outside is the endless Victoria Harbour.
The Bauhinia Apartments are very tall, and the room Guan Yingjun was assigned is on the top floor. On a sunny day, he could look out from the bathtub and have a panoramic view of the entire place.
The weather was now dark. Through the window, one could only see dots of yellow or white lights outside. The strong wind and heavy rain hit the windows, making crisp sounds. The windows were shaken by the wind. Jian Ruochen was afraid that the windows would suddenly break when he heard them.
The water in the bathtub seemed to be getting cold again, so Jian Ruochen turned the faucet back on and added hot water.
He leaned against the wall of the bathtub and slid down, leaving only his mouth and nose above the water. He urged in a muffled voice, "Let's talk."
Guan Yingjun opened his mouth and stared at Jian Ruochen. His breathing became heavy, and the emotions in his eyes rose and fell, but they finally subsided. "What will the place you came from be like in the future?"
Jian Ruochen was stunned for a moment. "When we were there, Australia, Hong Kong and Taiwan had all returned, and the three world wars were over. It was the time when China was at its most prosperous and powerful."
He said with a smile on his face, "TVs and computers don't have big heads anymore. We still have light screens, but they are bad for the eyes and the display is not clear enough under the sun, so they have given up on popularizing them."
"The light curtain... is similar to the ones in the movies. It has both electromagnetic cannons and laser cannons, and is installed on naval ships."
The more Guan Yingjun listened, the more bizarre it seemed.
He could understand each word, but when put together, it seemed like a scene from a science fiction novel.
Jian Ruochen looked at him and raised his hand to gesture at the drone. "We basically use drones this big to solve cases, arrest drug dealers, and hunt down criminals. It can carry ammunition and automatic rifles."
"Then there will be fewer sacrifices," said Guan Yingjun.
Jian Ruochen fell silent.
There are always sacrifices, just like when you are a police officer or a soldier. Any high-tech system will inevitably involve people charging into battle on the front lines and people going undercover to obtain intelligence.
"Not many are missing. Many of them are unsung heroes. If the police are powerful, the criminals will also be powerful. The devil is always stronger than the good. Everyone's methods are being upgraded..." Jian Ruochen said, and his voice slowly stopped. He thought of the third brother who said he wanted to go undercover in Dubai.
After three stops, a large number of fraudsters, pyramid schemes, human organ traffickers and drug dealers moved from Myanmar to Dubai and settled there...
The pears they buried on the balcony have not been eaten yet.
Frozen pears.
And there are also roasted sweet potatoes.
It’s been two years, and the third brother is the only one who has benefited.
I don’t know if he really went undercover in Dubai.
Jian Ruochen thought he had forgotten what the third brother looked like, but when he actually mentioned him, he could remember everything about this person from childhood to adulthood.
After all, they are brothers who grew up together. When they were young, they climbed over the wall together to buy food. In terms of naughtiness, they were capable of doing all kinds of evil. They truly shared the joys and sorrows.
Even brothers may not have such a close relationship as theirs, and this kind of friendship is not so easy to forget.
He felt a little melancholy, staring blankly at the water, as if he could see memories of the past in the rippling water.
Guan Yingjun's breathing was choking.
He opened his mouth and stared at Jian Ruochen who was hanging his head. His breathing gradually became heavier. After a long while, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you miss home?"
Jian Ruochen's nose felt sore.
He thought he didn't want to.
I still had some thoughts when I first came here, but there are too many things going on here, and the deep blood feud weighs on the character of "Jian Ruochen", pushing him to keep moving forward.
When he arrived, it was as if he was on the move without stopping for even a moment.
At that time, he tried every means to become a policeman and to have a place to stay in the police station because he did not want to forget himself.
Forget Jian Ruochen, who came from 2030 and was about to join the police force.
A 10 billion inheritance is a gold mountain that can make people lost. If he doesn't spend the money on solving cases or on people in need, he will sooner or later get lost in it and become a real capitalist or a dandy in the 1990s.
Of course he missed home.
"Crying." Guan Yingjun raised his hand and wiped away the water drops on Jian Ruochen's eyelashes.
The man's hands were not in the bathtub from beginning to end, but they were still very hot.
His heart felt sore and numb, as if someone had stabbed him with a hot needle. "Stop crying."
Guan Yingjun grabbed Jian Ruochen's shoulders and pulled him against his shoulders. His rough, warm fingers rested on the back of his waist, stroking his back, section by section.
I saw two round tears falling into the towel covering his waist.
"Let's not chat anymore." Guan Yingjun felt sour and sticky in his mouth.
That was where Jian Ruochen grew up. How could he compare to such a place?
"If you want to go home... I can go back with you."
Jian Ruochen was stunned for a moment, and understood why Guan Yingjun was holding back and didn't dare to ask.
This person is afraid that he will leave.
He buried his head in Guan Yingjun's shoulders and neck, watching the Adam's apple moving up and down in front of him, feeling the two hearts beating in almost the same rhythm.
Guan Yingjun had good stamina and a slow heartbeat, but at this moment, his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, almost the same as his.
Jian Ruochen listened to his heartbeat, sorted out his emotions, raised his hand and poked the protruding Adam's apple on Guan Yingjun's neck, feeling the touch of it as his fingertips slid over him, and finally, he leaned in to kiss him, whispering in his ear, "I want to go home every day."
Before Guan Yingjun had time to feel cold all over and his blood flowing backwards, the tip of his ear was bitten and rubbed by sharp teeth, and a sound of breathing rang in his ear.
"Now, getting off work with you means going home together." Jian Ruochen said softly, "Where Uncle Luo is is my home, and where you are is also my home."
For a moment, Guan Yingjun's chest ached from the vibrations of his heart.
It's not that he doesn't know the power of Jian Ruochen's mouth, but knowing and experiencing are two different things.
Just like when they first met and went on a mission together, he knew that Jian Ruochen was acting, but he still made him distracted and confused, and his mind was at a loss.
Guan Yingjun raised his hand and pulled Jian Ruochen to sit on him, then pulled away the towel covering his waist and abdomen.
In the bathroom, the sound of water was particularly clear and abrupt, loud enough to cover up the violent storm outside the window.
Jian Ruochen lay on Guan Yingjun, his ears were burning and his eyes were dazed.
He didn't dare to sit down, and said in a negotiating tone: "Wash first, then go back to the room...hmm."
Guan Yingjun did not give him a chance to negotiate and sealed his mouth with a kiss.
The hot water overflowed, spread over the edge, splashed on the tiles, and slowly flowed into the floor drain.
As their breaths blended, the clear and sober look in his eyes gradually faded away, becoming hazy, blurred and confused.
Jian Ruochen's consciousness of resistance began to crumble. The current scene had a feeling that was both unexpected and reasonable.
It seems quite comfortable.
After the kiss, Jian Ruochen raised his hand, scooped up some water, and wiped his numb mouth. Sweat dripped from his forehead, one drop fell on Guan Yingjun's nose tip, and one drop fell on the corner of his lips.
Guan Yingjun stared at the person on his body, and rolled the drop of liquid from the corner of his lips into his mouth. He then grabbed his beloved's soft buttocks when he relaxed, moved closer, and kissed the gunshot wound on his shoulder.
Jian Ruochen shrank back as if he had been burned by a piece of hot coal. Before he could retreat even a little, Guan Yingjun grabbed him roughly.
The rain was getting heavier. Jian Ruochen stared at the window in a daze, watching the raindrops falling on the glass and then sliding down, listening to the sound of rain mixed with the sound of water, and suddenly he felt like a bumpy boat in a safe harbor.
Every time it was about to be blown away by the wind, it was pulled back by the anchor nailed to the bottom of the sea and nailed firmly to the sea surface.
It rained heavily, and it was hot and humid.
"Don't clamp it." Guan Yingjun said, and propped up Jian Ruochen's leaning back, supported him, and kissed his raised collarbone.
His sweetheart, who was so good at talking and coaxing people, was really beautiful.
When confronting the gangsters, fighting with the prisoners in the interrogation room, and even when plotting against him, he always has a unique style.
At this moment, it was as if the puppet had given birth to a spirit, and the soul with all its emotions and desires had landed in the empty shell, alive and well.
When they first met, he was trying to focus on her, and no matter how pretty Jian Ruochen was, she couldn't stop him from doubting and testing her for a confrontation.
It’s different now. His mind is so distracted and out of control that he almost wants to die at the hands of Jian Ruochen.
The bath took a long time, and Jian Ruochen felt hungry.
Guan Yingjun placed his hot palm on the belly, and said in a low, hoarse voice, with his usual straightforward tone, "It seems I didn't feed you well."
Jian Ruochen's face suddenly changed, "I can't do it anymore."
Guan Yingjun raised his eyebrows slightly and raised his waist. Jian Ruochen couldn't suppress the sound coming out of his throat. After shouting, he punched Guan Yingjun and said viciously: "I want to eat!"
Finally, we had our meal.
Jian Ruochen would never have thought that Guan Yingjun, who is obsessed with mysophobia, would allow people to eat in the bathroom.
He also brought some wine and said I could drink it today.
He hadn't drunk for a long time. At home, Uncle Luo wouldn't let him drink, and around Sir Guan, Guan Yingjun was even more ruthless and impartial, like a judge.
The wine bottle has a novel packaging, with pictures of lemons and wheat ears printed on the bottle. It seems as if there is an aurora flowing in the bottle, which is particularly beautiful.
Jian Ruochen was tempted, and he coaxed Guan Yingjun to pour him two more glasses. Before drinking, he did whatever he wanted to the person, and after drinking, he was allowed to do whatever he wanted to the person.
He didn't know whether he was asleep or fainted. Anyway, when I woke up, it was already the third day.
The typhoon is gone, and the outside is a mess.
Jian Ruochen got out of bed and moved. Her body felt sore but not painful, except that her legs were weak.
He frowned slightly and heard the faint sound of a fire truck outside. He leaned out of the window and saw a fire truck driving downstairs, trying to pick up the fallen branches and shop signs.
Lu Rong was like a tree knocked down by a typhoon, broken and collapsed.
The days of rest always pass quickly, and after seven days, the typhoon holiday is over.
Jian Ruochen went to school refreshed and completed his graduation defense.
Lu Rong waited for seven days in Kowloon Prison, neither a human nor a ghost, waiting for the lawyer randomly assigned by the court, waiting for the prosecution procedures and signatures.
He was waiting alone and lonely.
Finally, we have waited for the last public press conference of the Special Investigation Team of the Kowloon West Regional Police Station.
The Kowloon Hotel's top floor meeting room.
Jian Ruochen was being held by Lin Yazhi and his hair was being manipulated.
"You're more beautiful than before." Lin Yazhi said, stepping back to look at her. "You've grown up."
There is a radiant and cool youthful air about him. He no longer looks like a teenager. His aura and temperament have changed. He feels like a man who has experienced a lot.
"You've been through a lot in the past two years," Lin Yazhi said.
Guan Yingjun picked up the tie and tied it for Jian Ruochen. His fingers were long and flexible, and he tied the tie very beautifully.
Jian Ruochen looked at it, his eyes wandering, and after a pause he answered Lin Yazhi, "It's a good thing."
His waist was still aching, so he didn't dare to lean back. He joked with a slightly hoarse voice, "I'm the type of person the talent market wants, a fresh graduate with two years of work experience and provincial-level achievements, right?"
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