Chapter 31 Crossing the Line
Jian Ruochen lay in the driver's seat, with his arms resting on the seat, and smiled, "Who would put pork under a down jacket? Isn't it greasy?"
Lu Qian's patience was completely exhausted.
He suddenly opened his down jacket and pointed the gun in his hand at the driver's seat, with a determined smile on his lips, "Let me see why you are still being stubborn."
As Lu Qian spoke, his eyes fell on the uncovered back seat, and then his smile froze at the corners of his lips.
No?
How could there not be?
He turned over the fluffy down jacket again.
Really not.
Lu Qian was stunned for a moment.
Guan Yingjun was also stunned for a moment, then he turned his hand and pointed the loaded wooden gun at the back, "Boss Lu, you have repeatedly interrupted me when I was doing my work and even smashed my car door. Is this your attitude towards doing business?"
Lu Qian's face twitched.
He was unsure who was in the car, and for a moment he was hesitant to do anything.
If the person in the car is an ordinary wealthy businessman, he has the capital to search the car.
But the other party's attitude was so arrogant, and he had a wooden gun in his hand. He couldn't be an ordinary person at all.
Lu Qian smelled a similar scent on Guan Yingjun.
He is not qualified to overturn the table with his peers now.
Lu Qian forced a smile and said, "I'm sorry, I lost the goods. I was in a hurry. Everyone has difficulties when doing business. Please understand."
Jian Ruo frowned and smiled happily, "Mr. Lu didn't want to search the car just now, did he?"
The performance was rushed this time and he didn't have time to adjust his sitting position. In a panic, he sat on Guan Yingjun's belt, which rubbed him so hard that it hurt terribly.
He hissed, raised his body and tried to move. I just supported my body with my knees on the driver's seat, but before I could move, I felt my body lifted off the ground.
Guan Yingjun picked him up with one hand.
Jian Ruochen moved his hand from the back of the driver's seat and hurriedly hooked it around Guan Yingjun's neck.
Guan Yingjun placed the person in the middle of his thigh.
Lu Qian stood by the back door of the car, watching the scene gloomily.
From his angle, he could only see Jian Ruochen's shoulders and the black-clothed man's ear, but he couldn't see the lower half of the body below the shoulders, let alone the lower half of the body.
You can only guess what the two are doing by looking at their actions.
The more I guess, the more ridiculous it seems.
Lu Qian's face was as cold as a ghost. He had a strong and clear intuition at this moment. There was no intention of playing hard to get or leaving on purpose. Jian Ruochen just didn't love him anymore.
He couldn't tell what he felt.
Lu Qian tightly grasped the door handle that he had kicked and broke, veins popping out on the back of his hand, and said word by word, "No need to search the car."
Guan Yingjun held Jian Ruochen's head against his chest with one hand to protect him, to prevent Lu Qian from suddenly going crazy and opening the wooden bin. With the other hand, he held the wooden bin steadily. He glanced at him and said, "Get out if you don't want to search."
The doubt that had just subsided in Lu Qian's heart suddenly rose again.
Judging from the way Jian Ruochen stood up just now, they should have finished.
Would a colleague who does not take the law seriously rush to chase away the perpetrator when the car door is smashed and things are interrupted?
Don't settle the accounts to establish authority?
Jian Ruochen struggled, but failed to get rid of Guan Yingjun's hand, so he had to bury his head in his chest and said sullenly, "Master Lu, we can't just let this go, can we?"
Guan Yingjun also reacted and sneered, "Boss Lu is being watched by the police, so I don't think he can come up with much cash. I won't bother about the car door."
Lu Qian's face turned ashen, as if someone had grabbed his throat.
He understood why the man in black didn't settle the accounts to establish his authority.
Because this person looks down on him.
What he lost was not a commodity, but his face as a man!
Lu Qian suppressed his anger, his eyes were red as bloodshot, he took out a dozen blank checks from his pocket, wrote a string of numbers on them randomly, and put them on Jian Ruochen's crumpled down jacket, "Sorry for today, next time I have a chance, I'll treat you to a visit."
Guan Yingjun: “Forget it.”
He paused and said, "Boss Lu, I won't send you off."
Lu Qian closed the car door and watched the jeep tremble slightly. I could almost imagine Jian Ruochen climbing from that man's legs to the passenger seat.
Why?
Jian Ruochen is already so rich, why would he hang out with a drug lord? Are you even willing to help him go undercover in the police station?
Lu Qian's breathing became rapid.
He thought of Jian Ruochen's sweaty face and slightly dazed eyes when he was hugged by someone and entered box 2123. It was more lively and charming than ever before.
By the time Lu Qian came to his senses, the car carrying Jian Ruochen had already driven away.
Guan Yingjun stepped on the accelerator hard, leaving Lu Qian and the bar street behind, and drove to a secluded and safe place at the fastest speed.
He stopped the car, stared at Jian Ruochen who was sitting in the passenger seat, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Where did you hide the lunch box?"
Guan Yingjun suddenly remembered that Jian Ruochen fell when he lost his clothes. His thoughts stopped and he bent down and reached out to touch the gap under the driver's seat.
My fingertips first touched the slide rail and then the cold lunch box.
He took it out, silently put it into the evidence bag, and pinched the self-sealing mouth of the evidence bag tightly bit by bit...it fell so hard.
Guan Yingjun put the sealed evidence bag into the car locker, leaned on the driver's seat and said, "Take your hand out and let me see it."
Jian Ruochen: "Hmm?"
He held out his left hand.
Guan Yingjun said: "Not this side."
"What's wrong?" Jian Ruochen stretched out his right hand again, with both hands sticking forward, like a bad guy who was about to be arrested.
Guan Yingjun grabbed both wrists with one hand and rolled up the right sleeve. Sure enough, he saw a purple swelling mark on the fair skin, which was extremely horrifying.
He pressed with his index and middle fingers together.
Jian Ruochen breathed softly, "Don't press it."
It hurts so much.
Guan Yingjun let go of his hand and said, "I don't know if any bones were injured."
He thought of the muffled sound Jian Ruochen made when he fell, "Did you fall on purpose?"
Jian Ruochen: "...No, the jeep is larger in structure, and is different from your car."
He whispered, "I didn't see it clearly."
Who deliberately fell down and got himself into this state?
At that time, Lu Qian had not shown up yet, so there was no need to put on a show.
but……
"It's good to fall down. It's a good opportunity to shed some tears. I can also stuff the lunch box over to you." Jian Ruochen reviewed the previous scene in his mind and nodded with satisfaction. "You acted really well."
Lu Qian might now really think that he is an undercover agent sent into the police station by the gang boss.
Oh, are you dizzy?
Guan Yingjun paused and swallowed instinctively, his eyes sliding lightly across Jian Ruochen's lips. The light in the car was dim, but when it shone on Jian Ruochen, it cast a hazy halo over him, making those two lips that opened and closed look particularly translucent.
He suddenly retracted his gaze and said, "I'll take you to the police hospital and take an X-ray."
Jian Ruochen glanced at the time.
It was past midnight and Luo Binwen was still waiting for him to come home.
"No...it's too late, I want to sleep."
Jian Ruochen bent his arm and then straightened it. "It didn't hurt when I was doing the movements. I don't think there was any fracture or bone breakage. It's just a little swollen. It's nothing serious."
Guan Yingjun choked.
The relationship between him and Jian Ruochen was not close, and it was already the limit for him to mention going to the hospital.
Jian Ruochen was neither his subordinate nor a close friend, and being more forceful would be crossing the line.
Guan Yingjun started the car and said, "It's up to you."
He drove the car to the entrance of the Li Jin International Garden hilltop villa, reached out to pick up the down jacket on the back seat and shook it open, wanting Jian Ruochen to put it on and get out of the car.
But this down jacket was covered in gray patches, as if someone had placed it on the ground, stepped on it, and then picked it up again.
Jian Ruochen: "..."
How do I get back?
Wear this and go back and tell Luo Binwen: I didn’t encounter any trouble today.
Butler Luo definitely doesn't believe it.
How about wearing a sweater?
"Where is my sweater?" Jian Ruochen rummaged around in the car.
Guan Yingjun: "You don't have it?"
The two looked at each other, and Jian Ruochen's eyes gradually became accusatory, "It seems that it has always been with you."
Guan Yingjun's eyes shifted slightly, "...I didn't pay attention when I was running."
Jian Ruochen: "..."
Guan Yingjun coughed lightly and said in a businesslike manner: "When Chen Jincai's sales are distributed, I will buy you two more."
"Forget it." Jian Ruochen waved his hand. "There are plenty of clothes at home. What do you need yours for? It's just that it's cold today."
Guan Yingjun remained silent. He took out all the odds and ends from his coat pocket and put them in an empty evidence bag. Then he took off his clothes and handed them to Jian Ruochen, "Put on mine first."
There is a garden at the entrance of the mountaintop villa. Although the winter in Hong Kong is not as cold as other places, it is still easy to get sick if you just wear a messy shirt and walk through the 200-meter garden.
Jian Ruochen didn't refuse and took it and put it on.
Guan Yingjun’s coat was really big, and it was filled with the heat from his hot body temperature, and also had a bit of the mellow smell of black tea.
He jumped out of the car and waved to Guan Yingjun, "See you tomorrow, Sir Guan."
Guan Yingjun was stunned.
See you tomorrow?
Didn’t Jian Ruochen say that he wouldn’t be going to the police station during this period?
Jian Ruochen laughed, "The taxi driver murder case will definitely require me to take witness statements and the victim's confession."
Guan Yingjun suddenly realized, "Why are you..."
Jian Ruochen continued, "Your upper eyelids slightly raised, your eyebrows curled up, and your lower lip retracted, making a puzzled expression. Following the logic behind this, I know what you want to ask."
He waved to Guan Yingjun one last time, then gathered his overlong coat, rushed through the garden, and headed straight for the villa where the lights were still on.
Guan Yingjun sat in the car, his hands on the steering wheel, looking at Jian Ruochen's back.
Soon, the figure disappeared into the deep green bushes and was completely out of sight.
Guan Yingjun tilted his neck back slightly, leaning against the car seat, and couldn't help but think of Jian Ruochen sitting on his lap and acting like a good girl.
He shook his head and forced himself to think about how Jian Ruochen interrogated Huo Jinze at Sham Shui Po Police Station.
The tone of voice was so perfect, the actions were so thorough, and the expression he showed not only confused the suspect but also gained the trust of the police officers at Sham Shui Po Police Station.
Even his aunt did not suspect that there was anything wrong with Jian Ruochen's change from before to now.
Everyone thought this was normal.
Guan Yingjun's thoughts were jumping.
He thought again of the private room, where Jian Ruochen sat in his arms, holding her belly, carefully resting her face on his shoulder, and whispering coquettishly.
The breath from her dirty talk rested on his ear, as if they really had a close relationship.
It is a mission requirement.
Guan Yingjun warned himself softly, "Why is such a likable person hated by so many people? Have you figured it out?"
He couldn't figure it out.
There was clearly no plastic surgery or replacement, and no replacement of the actor.
"What is your purpose?" The images that flashed through Guan Yingjun's mind were too complicated, all of which were the shocking things that Jian Ruochen had done in the past few days.
Defuse bombs, steal account books, get lunch boxes, and accompany him to take over Lu Qian's transit station...
Guan Yingjun didn't want to get too close to Jian Ruochen. Although he had promised not to test Jian Ruochen again, it didn't mean that he didn't have doubts.
There are some suspicious things about Jian Ruochen, and he also has that likable energy.
Jian Ruochen was so good at pleasing people. As long as he wanted, it seemed he could please people and never make them angry.
When he was on a mission before, Guan Yingjun had never been so ambiguous with anyone until Jian Ruochen appeared.
How come we are not close?
Guan Yingjun lit a cigarette, bit the mouthpiece and took a puff.
He had never met a more compatible partner, one who could connect with him, share the same interests, and who would do anything for the truth.
Ever since he placed Jian Ruochen by his side, they have been in the same boat.
Guan Yingjun lowered his head to glance at his belt, then took out the bottle of wine and drank it all in one gulp. Things that I thought were useful in the past, this time made my desire even stronger.
He smelled the scent of grapefruit mixed with the citrus flavor, and remembered the two lips wrapped around the bottle mouth.
Guan Yingjun pursed his lips, raised his head and waited for a long time. He felt better only after the alcohol had taken effect.
He wanted to drive, and just as he pulled the handbrake, Jian Ruochen's deep voice rang in his ears: Sir Guan, don't drink and drive.
He had no choice but to park his car in front of the villa on the top of the mountain and walk back.
Fortunately, the mountaintop villa is in the first wing and his home is in the second wing.
It’s not very far.
The next day.
Jian Ruo had a good sleep and arrived at the police station early. Before she entered the interrogation room, she was taken into the office by Guan Yingjun.
He looked at the bottle of safflower oil in the other person's hand, stepped back two steps, covered his right hand with his left hand, and his whole body was full of resistance, "Don't apply this!"
Guan Yingjun said: "If you don't apply it, the healing process will be slow."
Chen Jincai stood at the door, raised his hand to knock and then put it down, finally tilted his ear and leaned against the door.
Let me satisfy my curiosity first.
He and Guan Yingjun have been brothers for so many years, so it shouldn't be a big deal for him to eavesdrop a little, right?
In the office, Guan Yingjun said, "Come here and sit down."
After he finished speaking, he realized that his tone was stiff, and then he softened his tone, "I'll take you to compare the lunch boxes after I'm done."
Chen Jincai, who came to ask Jian Ruochen to record his statement, thought to himself: Wow~
In order to tie up the little God of Wealth, is Guan Yingjun prepared to use every possible means?
Although their other groups... really want to snatch people away, Guan Yingjun doesn't need to be so anxious, right?
Or was the big commotion that CIB caused in the bar yesterday related to these two people who went to the bar to investigate?
Did Ji Bailou also see Jian Ruochen and feel jealous, so Guan Yingjun became anxious?
To be honest, Bai Lou is indeed handsome.
But you can't be impatient.
They are police officers, not perverts!
Chen Jincai thought about the scene carefully, but before he could figure it out, a patrolman rushed in from outside Team A. He saw Chen Jincai and immediately shouted, "Mr. Chen, go down and take a look. There are a bunch of reporters outside. They want to interview the newly hired consultant. They say he..."
Chen Jincai looked slightly stern, "What did you say?"
The patrolman swallowed and said, "He said that he is a citizen of Hong Kong but never donates blood. He is...selfish."
"...Huh?" Chen Jin felt that the reason for the trouble was unbelievable. He knew it was a deliberate trouble as soon as he heard it.
He strained his fingers to open the door.
At the same time, a groan of pain was heard from the tightly closed office door.
One of Jian Ruochen's hands was held by Guan Yingjun, and the other hand was tightly grasping the corner of the table. He turned his head away, trying not to look at the hand that was circling the injured area.
It hurts. It hurts so much.
I'm about to burst into tears.
He whispered, "Guan Yingjun, can't you be gentler?"
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