Chapter 63 This is called heart-beating, do you understand?
Guan Yingjun felt the warm body temperature remaining on the handkerchief and smelled the extremely fresh fragrance hidden in the cotton fabric.
He was suddenly stunned.
The wind and rain hit the roof and windows of the car, mixed with the sound of heartbeats, and intertwined into a chaotic roar.
A sudden strong wind blew off the sign of a nearby milk tea shop, and the metal doorplate fell to the ground with a loud bang.
Guan Yingjun suddenly came to his senses.
He raised his hand and grabbed Jian Ruochen's hand.
The man's fingertips were wet and slightly cool, but his palms were burning, as if there was a fire burning.
The burning sensation made Jian Ruochen's breathing tremble.
"Why are your hands so cold?" Guan Yingjun took the cotton handkerchief from his hand and said in a low voice, "I'll warm it for you."
Guan Yingjun took a handkerchief in one hand and wiped his face roughly, then wiped the water off his hair.
One hand tightly grasped Jian Ruochen's hand.
The heat continuously spread from the palm of his hand to his whole body. Jian Ruochen pulled his hand away gently, but felt it being held tighter.
The man's palms were rough, with calluses at the base of his fingers and some scars on his palms.
Guan Yingjun finished wiping his head and face, then he grabbed Jian Ruochen's hand and gently dragged it in front of him, "The other one."
Jian Ruochen said, "No need. I'll just blow it towards the warm wind."
Guan Yingjun's breathing paused slightly, he reached out and grabbed Jian Ruochen's other hand, then lowered his eyes and covered it with his palm.
It got even hotter, so hot that Jian Ruochen's heart trembled.
The temperature inside the dim and narrow car continued to rise.
Guan Yingjun covered Jian Ruochen's hands with both hands and rubbed them vigorously.
Feeling anxious, Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes and looked at Guan Yingjun's fingers.
Guan Yingjun has a pair of nice hands, with well-proportioned, long and a little thick fingers, but because his hands are big, the overall look is very harmonious.
The veins on the back of his hands bulged when he exerted force, extending downwards and disappearing into his clothes. It was obvious that these hands were the hands of a policeman, with gun calluses and some light brown scars.
There is a scar inside the base of the thumb, near the thumb muscle. It is a bit deep and very straight. Judging from the angle and the mark, it was probably left by holding a sharp blade.
Being an undercover agent is risking your life and it’s not easy.
Jian Ruochen moved his knuckles and scraped the scar, "You just want to find a chance to hold hands."
"Yeah." Guan Yingjun nodded, not hiding anything, "I want to warm you up."
From the first second he fell in love with Jian Ruochen, he knew that he would have no secrets from then on.
In front of a consultant on micro-expression psychology, it all depends on whether the consultant can play dumb.
Guan Yingjun grabbed Jian Ruochen and slowly pulled him forward, "Okay."
He lowered his eyes and said softly, "That night, you asked me if I liked you, and I didn't answer. But you saw it, didn't you?"
Jian Ruochen's hands and face were hot.
His thoughts were a little confused, and he didn't know why the person in front of him wanted to bring up the old matter again.
It would be better to just pretend that you don't know.
Guan Yingjun looked into his bright eyes, loosened one hand and touched Jian Ruochen's face.
Half of the palm is on the side of the face, but the middle finger can reach the ear and neck.
Guan Yingjun tilted his head slightly, his breathing getting closer.
The two breaths intertwined for a moment, and then separated.
Jian Ruochen was sweating on his back and thought strangely: Did Guan Yingjun just now... want to kiss him?
Guan Yingjun lowered his head, resting his forehead on Jian Ruochen's shoulder, "I let go of one hand, you could have pushed me away, or even slapped me."
But no.
Guan Yingjun inhaled the scent of Jian Ruochen indulgently and greedily, and laughed softly.
That night, the fact that Jian Ruochen sat on his lap to test him meant that it wasn't that he didn't like him at all.
The person he likes is not heartless or incapable of warming her heart, but is just too ignorant.
He understands all the theories but can only talk about them on paper.
In fact, Jian Ruochen has no idea what liking and loving are likes and needs someone to teach him.
Guan Yingjun was addicted to the smell at the tip of his nose and his breathing became a little hurried.
The breath is so hot that it makes people feel itchy.
Jian Ruochen's neck and ears were burning, and he stepped back in embarrassment.
Guan Yingjun let go of his hand first.
Jian Ruochen was stunned for a moment, then he felt a burning sensation on his waist, and Guan Yingjun held his waist.
The man lowered his eyes, then moved closer, his nose rubbing against Jian Ruochen's small nose, his breath falling lightly with a tone, "That day, you asked me if it was you I liked."
At that time, he thought Jian Ruochen was questioning him, so he didn't know how to answer. But now it's different.
Guan Yingjun said softly: "Yes, I like you."
The voice fell beside his ears, and Jian Ruochen's mind went blank.
He actually didn't want to break this window paper.
After all, he and Guan Yingjun are colleagues and also in a superior-subordinate relationship. If the relationship is exposed, it might affect the investigation.
Guan Yingjun raised his hand tentatively, his fingers climbing up from Jian Ruochen's lower back to his shoulder blade.
Jian Ruochen felt itchy and his whole body trembled.
"Guan Yingjun...you..."
Guan Yingjun grabbed Jian Ruochen's fingers and kissed them, "I know you don't like me now."
There is something false in this statement.
Jian Ruochen looked at his expression and subconsciously said, "When you spoke, your eyebrows were slightly raised and your lips were lifted to one side, expressing that you disagree with what you said, you..."
The word lie got stuck in my throat.
That's not right. If Guan Sir lied, then wouldn't that mean...
Guan Yingjun said "hmm", and continued with Jian Ruochen's words, "I lied."
"I know you have a little crush on me now."
Jian Ruochen couldn't understand how Guan Yingjun could say such ambiguous words with such an expressionless face.
When we first met, this person greeted me as if he was giving a confession, so cold.
Jian Ruochen subconsciously wanted to deny it.
But before he could open his mouth, Guan Yingjun's fingers climbed up from his shoulder blades to the side of his neck.
Below the fingertips is the pulse that represents the heart.
Guan Yingjun said hoarsely: "I can't tell lies by micro-expressions, but your heartbeat won't lie."
The rain gradually stopped and the sound of it hitting the roof of the car became quieter.
Jian Ruochen felt that his heartbeat was almost drowning out the sound of rain.
Guan Yingjun took back his hand and said confidently, "About 123."
He lowered his eyes and looked at Jian Ruochen's trembling eyelashes, "This is called heartbeat, do you understand?"
Jian Ruochen suddenly stepped back, almost sticking to the door.
He wanted to retort, but didn't know how.
What are you talking about?
Facts speak louder than words.
There were no curiosities involved this time, nor were there any unanswered questions.
The rain in Hong Kong mostly comes in bursts and is very heavy, but it stops quickly. The rainy season starts in March and April, and the temperature has warmed up by the end of January.
As soon as the rain stopped, the sun came out, shining clear light on the water on the road.
As beautiful as a mirage.
Guan Yingjun sat up straight and spoke every word carefully. "I like you and I will pursue you without affecting your work. I will not let my love become a burden to you, nor will I let your colleagues think that you are able to move up because you have a privilege because a senior inspector likes you."
"Again, do whatever you want, spend money as you want, I'll cover you."
Guan Yingjun tilted his head and said, "I also have the ability to cover you."
Jian Ruochen's ears suddenly felt hot and numb.
He tilted his head and pressed one side of his face against the cold window.
When I was in police school, there were also people who confessed their love to each other in school. After all, there were many female police officers in the Chinese criminal police, and they were all excellent.
The restless adolescent boys would always impulsively drag people to the center of the playground to confess their love, with a bouquet of flowers, some rented drones, and some electronic candles and balloons.
Childish and enthusiastic, with no regard for the social pressure such behavior would cause to those girls.
Guan Yingjun seems different, very mature and restrained, not like that kind of little boy.
Jian Ruo said in a dull voice: "Hmm..."
Seeing that Jian Ruochen was in a state of panic and was reluctant to fasten his seat belt, Guan Yingjun leaned over and stretched out his hand to help him fasten his seat belt. "If you don't want to be with me, just pick a day and tell me."
To retreat in order to advance.
It is also commonly used in interrogation rooms.
I didn't expect someone could be so comprehensive in his confession.
Jian Ruochen glanced sideways at Guan Yingjun.
Is this guy treating him as some kind of "Mekong River undercover mission"?
The rain outside stopped, but the rain on my body could not dry, and my clothes were sticky and uncomfortable.
Guan Yingjun drove back to Li Jin International Garden and raised his hand to turn on the car radio.
No one mentioned what happened just now.
The radio program was broadcasting about the Jiang family, and it seemed that Jiang Hanyu was invited to be interviewed.
The male host spoke in standard Cantonese and asked, "Mr. Jiang Hanyu, when you see the electronic technology company you sold reach new heights in the hands of Mr. Jian Ruochen, do you feel uncomfortable?"
What a sharp question!
Jian Ruochen raised his eyebrows and looked at the small screen showing the radio station's FM number. "What station is this?"
"Qiming Commercial Radio. Gu Youming's business." Guan Yingjun said.
Gu Youming, the wealthy businessman who was pushed off the top of the Hong Kong rich list by Jian Ruochen.
Jian Ruochen sat up straighter.
The content broadcast by this type of non-state-owned radio station often represents the position of its owner.
It seems that Gu Youming is expressing his stance by targeting Jiang Hanyu?
Inside the radio station.
Jiang Hanyu smiled softly, "I don't feel uncomfortable. This electronic technology company requires a lot of capital investment. I can't afford it, so it's better to hand it over to someone more capable. Mr. Jian has a lot of assets and is an excellent candidate."
He could only smile at the camera, his hands hidden under the studio table clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palms.
The media loves to make such controversial comparisons, so he has to hold back; now is not the time to turn hostile.
Now, neither Lu Qian nor he has the strength to turn against Jian Ruochen.
The male host continued, "I express my deepest condolences for Mr. Jiang Mingshan's execution. Mr. Jiang Hanyu, can you guarantee that your succession will be fair, open and transparent?"
Jiang Hanyu whispered, "I studied art and know nothing about finance, so the companies that remain are managed by my fiancé. I trust him."
Jian Ruochen propped up his head and listened to the words that were obviously spoken in a pinched voice, with a smile on his face. "No wonder Jiang Hanyu went on the show for an interview after Jiang Mingshan was executed. It turns out that he wanted to distance himself from the problematic industry."
"He wants to distance himself from the matter, but he can't let go of the profits, so he does this." Guan Yingjun said in a deep voice, "The trust crisis between Jiang Hanyu and Lu Qian has reached a critical point."
Jian Ruochen hummed.
Guan Yingjun added: "I never thought that you could destroy the trust between these two people with just a few words and a few things. We never thought of taking action in this regard before."
Jian Ruochen: "They didn't love each other that much anyway."
In the radio station, the male host said: "I see, no wonder these companies are still thriving after paying the back taxes."
Jian Ruochen: ...Pfft.
Isn't this an indirect criticism, implying that if Jiang Hanyu takes it upon himself, the company will definitely lose money?
Male host: "It seems that you and Mr. Lu Qian are very much in love. I wonder when you and Mr. Lu will be getting married? What are your requirements for the wedding?"
Jiang Hanyu said shyly, "I may have to undergo an operation soon. I hope to get married after I recover. There is a girl who is willing to donate bone marrow for me. I want to stand by Mr. Lu in the best and healthiest posture."
Jian Ruochen narrowed his eyes.
Did Jiang Hanyu find a match?
That's impossible. The book says that he and Jiang Hanyu are the only two people in Hong Kong who can be a perfect match. Where did this girl come from?
The male host obviously had information: "I heard that after you uploaded your data to the Hong Kong International Hospital, you failed to match with any donors in Hong Kong. After all, your data is very rare. May I ask if this girl is a foreigner?"
"No, she is from mainland China. I am really grateful to her." Jiang Hanyu said in a gentle voice, "I wanted her to come to this program with me for an interview, but she said she would not agree to anything and hoped to return to mainland China as soon as possible after the operation."
Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes.
Something is wrong. Whether in mainland China or Hong Kong, after a successful bone marrow matching, one should not be able to obtain the other party's information, let alone meet in person.
Hong Kong currently follows English law, but English law places more emphasis on privacy and human rights, at least on the surface...
The UK will not allow matches to meet each other either.
There is a loophole in Jiang Hanyu's words.
The male host suddenly realized and said, "Oh!" "I remember that after the match is successful, the two parties cannot meet each other... How come you..."
"This person was contacted by Mr. Lu. She is a friend of Mr. Lu and came here specifically to help..."
Jiang Hanyu was still talking, but Jian Ruochen felt a little creepy.
Something is so wrong.
This statement is half true and half false, which makes people extremely suspicious.
Jian Ruochen glanced at Guan Yingjun and asked, "Is this a live broadcast?"
"No, private companies have spring break. I'm afraid this interview was done before the break." Guan Yingjun noticed that Jian Ruochen's expression was not right. "What's wrong?"
"I suspect that the person who donated bone marrow to Jiang Hanyu was not a willing match."
But it’s been so long since the incident happened, Jiang Hanyu’s surgery might have been completed...
Jian Ruochen took out his cell phone and dialed the number of the STN news director that Luo Binwen had entered in the address book. "Hello?"
A female voice came out, "Mr. Jian."
Jian Ruochen spoke very quickly, and said in one breath: "Hello, Ms. Chen, I want to ask if you have any news about Jiang Hanyu? Did he just have surgery and is he in the hospital? When exactly did the surgery take place?"
"Jiang Hanyu...Mr. Jiang?" The woman's voice was even and efficient. "Our news is that Mr. Jiang completed a bone marrow transplant three days ago and is now recuperating at the Hong Kong International Hospital. Do you need us to do an interview?"
Ms. Chen paused and said, "I don't think it's worthwhile to interview him."
"Yes." Jian Ruochen said softly, "Please help me ask about the whereabouts of the donor. If they refuse to disclose it, ask about her appearance, personality, clothing, and preferences. The more detailed the better."
Ms. Chen immediately sensed something was wrong, "You think they are breaking the law..."
This involves blood trafficking and organ trafficking.
It’s a big case!
Jian Ruochen reminded, "If you're not sure yet, go ask. Don't be too purposeful when you speak. Once you've finished the report, just hand it to Luo Binwen. I'll tell you if it can be broadcast after I've read it."
"OK."
Jian Ruochen hung up the phone and leaned back in the passenger seat.
Selling bone marrow, blood and organs is something that Lu Qian in the original novel would do.
Hope that girl is okay.
If something happened to the girl, unless they could find the body and identify it, the matter would most likely remain unresolved.
As a policeman, the most frightening thing is to lose sight of the person alive or the body after death.
"Don't worry too much, take care of yourself first."
Guan Yingjun said: "Go home and take a hot bath. After the spring break, you will be able to get the approval for a gun. After the meeting, you can wipe out Tianquan City."
He parked the car in front of the mountaintop villa and looked sideways at Jian Ruochen, "I know there may be a lot of things you want to do, but you have to do them one by one. It took the Regional Police Station more than ten years to eradicate the Lu and Jiang families. You are only nineteen years old, so don't put too much pressure on yourself."
"It's been three days since Jiang Hanyu's bone marrow transplant. Don't think about things that have passed. Let's do what we can first." Guan Yingjun leaned over and extended his hand.
Jian Ruochen watched him get closer, holding his breath slightly, and then he heard a click in his ear.
The seat belts were unfastened.
His tense shoulders relaxed slightly. Sir Guan was really patient. He held back several times when he seemed to want to kiss him.
Guan Yingjun curled his lips and said, "Go ahead and have a good rest. I won't ask you to run during the spring break. I'll tell you after work."
He wanted to kiss Jian Ruochen, but Jian Ruochen was just beginning to move, like a curious little animal poking its head out of a snow cave in winter. If he moved too far rashly, he would definitely scare the other person.
Things should be done one by one.
People can also be pursued little by little.
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Police officers' spring break is shorter than college students'.
The Kowloon Regional Police Station has already started work before the Hong Kong University opens.
The long-delayed joint meeting notice was finally issued.
The first day of work after the Spring Festival.
Several groups of people gathered in the lobby of the Major Crimes Unit of the Regional Police Station.
The serious crime team is headed by Guan Yingjun and Chen Jincai.
The Criminal Intelligence Department headed by Ji Bailou.
The Independent Commission Against Corruption headed by Liu Qishang.
and the Organized Crime Investigation Division headed by Gong Yingjie.
Four groups of people gathered together, with a total of nearly 100 people.
As the person in charge, Lin Yazhi is the madam who has full authority to direct this meeting.
For a moment, the conference room was filled with the sound of people whispering and reminiscing about the past.
As the only non-staff member, Jian Ruochen inevitably became the subject of discussion.
"That's the criminal psychologist of the Serious Crime Unit? So young?" The person who spoke lowered his head and looked at a process chart. "Wow. The Serious Crime Unit asked him to speak up and explain the recent investigation clues? Can he do it?"
"I don't know. The one who explains the clues is usually the one who has made the greatest contribution... This year it's not Guan Sir?"
"Madam Lin Ding's people."
Everyone looked at Liu Qishang at the same time. This guy has been chasing Madam so hard, so he should know some inside information, right?
Liu Qishang thought about his doubts about Jian Ruochen at that time, and when he saw those eyes, it was as if he saw his former self.
He felt evil in his heart.
Why was he the only one who was shocked by Jian Ruochen?
He also wanted to see the shocked expressions on these people's faces.
It must be interesting.
Liu Qishang laughed strangely: "Why are you looking at me? I don't know what abilities Sir Jian has."
Anyway, no one knows that he and Jian Ruochen know each other, so they can say whatever they want.
He sighed: "Ah, I don't know what this Mr. Jian did."
Everyone looked at each other and dusted off the documents in their hands. "The serious crime team has 10 suspicious clues. If Jian Ruochen can contribute 5, I will approve this person."
"Otherwise... you'll just use it as glass when you're doing the mission."
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