Chapter 90 I am a man
The two of them sat together.
Guan Yingjun held Jian Ruochen in his arms, stroking his waist with his fingers, put the empty wine bottle aside, and picked up the bag of snacks he had bought.
Jian Ruochen held up a bowl of Hong Kong-style lamb in sauce and ate it by poking the lamb's eyes with a bamboo stick.
Guan Yingjun took a look, looked away, and ate a skewer of vegetables cooked in bone broth with no expression on his face.
The vegetables were freshly picked and very fresh, but the bone broth was made with some kind of powder packet. It tasted very fresh but not salty.
Jian Ruochen finished eating the novel sheep eyes and took two bites of the lamb belly. He then stuffed the rest of the meat into Guan Yingjun's hands with confidence and turned to eat something else.
Guan Yingjun took a bite and it was so salty that he drank some vegetable soup to calm down.
He stared at the lighthouse flashing red light on the sea in the distance and thought.
Someone like Jian Ruochen who likes to try new things may not like someone for too long and will get bored after dating for two months.
Then, just like giving away a piece of mutton that you lost interest in after eating two bites, I felt that love was meaningless and stopped it.
Guan Yingjun felt a little distressed.
He kept avoiding thinking about what would happen two months later.
He also didn't want to assume that Jian Ruochen chose to separate from him.
He finished eating the mutton that was so salty that it made him dizzy, and when Jian Ruochen was full, he picked up the empty bowls and garbage, walked a few steps away, and threw them into the trash can on the beach.
Jian Ruochen shook off the fine sand stuck on his feet, put on his socks, tied the laces of his boots, stood up, looked around, put his hand into Guan Yingjun's palm, leaned over, and looked at his expression from bottom to top: "What? Unhappy?"
Guan Yingjun was startled, and suddenly tightened his fingers on his palm, then he smiled and said, "A little bit."
He whispered, "The mutton is too salty."
Jian Ruochen looked at him meaningfully.
Guan Yingjun is indeed worthy of being an undercover agent. He knows that the person he is talking to can do a lie detector test so he doesn't lie and is quite good at avoiding the important issues.
He curled his fingers and tickled Guan Yingjun's palm, "The wine is a little too sweet."
Guan Yingjun suddenly laughed.
He understood why Li Changyu said that Jian Ruochen must be a very good psychologist.
This person can remind people of the happiest things of the day with just a few words.
It's late at night.
The night food stalls in the distance closed up when they saw that no customers were coming.
White plastic chairs of varying sizes were stacked up on the street corners, taller than a person.
The two held hands and walked across the seaside. Before they entered the city, Guan Yingjun took the initiative to let go of her hand.
Kowloon, the city that never sleeps, is extremely noisy.
The closer you get to Lan Kwai Fong, the later the shops close and the more colorful the signboards become. The rainbow lights flicker, making everyone’s face look like a palette of paint has been overturned, and they are bright red.
Jian Ruochen saw a girl in a beautiful red vest drinking and playing finger-guessing games with her friends at the door of the tavern, looking free and unrestrained.
Guan Yingjun put his hand on his shoulder, held his arm and walked through the crowd, took a shortcut to the bottom of the building, and swiped his ID card to go in.
This is a newly built building in recent years. Although it is close to the commercial center, it is a residential building. There are two rows of brand new mailboxes on the first floor. Judging from the number, there are less than 200 households living in such a tall building.
The two took the elevator to the top floor and walked to the southernmost room.
Guan Yingjun took out the key to open the door. After entering, he turned on the entrance light, opened the shoe cabinet, took out a pair of new slippers, and bent down to put them in front of Jian Ruochen.
As he moved, his shirt, with the collar slightly open, clung to his body.
Looking down from a high vantage point, you can see the slightly bulging back muscles and the powerful waist under the clothes.
The hem of his shirt was tucked into his trouser waistband. When he squatted and bent over, the belt was pulled back, and the leather handcuffs straps on it fell heavily.
Jian Ruochen's mouth was a little dry and he couldn't help licking his lips.
Guan Yingjun stood up and said, "It's my size only. You can wear it for a day first."
"Yeah." Jian Ruochen changed his shoes and walked in to look around the house.
Very clean, just like a model house.
There was nothing on the dining table and coffee table, no garbage in the trash can, and there was not even a pillow on the sofa. The entire room and furniture were spotless.
Even if the security patrol comes, they must give full marks.
The floor-to-ceiling windows facing Victoria Harbour were shiny and bright, reflecting the twinkling lights.
There are only 4 households on each floor of the 50-story building.
The scenery is truly extraordinary.
"Does it taste good?" Guan Yingjun opened a bottle of orange juice and poured it into a glass.
"Not bad." Jian Ruochen took it and raised his hand to clink his glass with boiled water. "I took a look when I passed by the mailbox just now. Most people have subscribed to the police daily. Are all the people living here meritorious police officers?"
"Yeah." Guan Yingjun half leaned on the back of the sofa, "I'll buy it for half a cent."
He sipped the water, his eyes carefully tracing Jian Ruochen's eyebrows and eyes. The light fell on the boy's body, outlining his slender and beautiful outline.
"There is only one bed in this house." Guan Yingjun raised his chin and pointed to the location of the bathroom. "The bathroom is over there. There is hot water on the left."
Jian Ruochen hesitated, "Where are the clothes?"
"Wear mine first, I'll get it for you." Guan Yingjun finished drinking the water and went to the bedroom to find clothes.
Jian Ruochen took a look inside when he opened the door.
The bedding was grey and neatly laid out, covered with a transparent dust cover. Other items were not covered with dust covers and were also clean and dust-free.
I guess there is a cleaning staff who cleans regularly.
Guan Yingjun came out with the clothes, then took out a new bath towel, folded them together and handed them out.
When Jian Ruochen took it, he inevitably touched Guan Yingjun's hand which was under his clothes. He lifted his eyelids and glanced over.
I saw Guan Yingjun’s red ears and slightly sweaty face.
"Are you nervous?" Jian Ruochen asked, holding the clothes.
Guan Yingjun took a deep breath and was no longer nervous. "No."
It was a very ordinary conversation, but the air seemed to be getting hotter and hotter.
Jian Ruochen smiled and turned to go to the bathroom.
The bathroom door was half open.
A small strip of the door panel was hollowed out and a strip of frosted glass was inlaid.
Guan Yingjun saw Jian Ruochen bow slightly, put the clothes on the sink, then stood up straight, pinched the hem of the clothes and lifted it up, revealing a part of his waist.
The glass was half-covered and could only reflect a hazy human figure.
But the brain can fill in the rest.
Guan Yingjun could even imagine Jian Ruochen taking off his clothes, carelessly rolling them up and throwing them into the clothes basket, then unbuckling his belt and taking off the rest.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, turned around, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of ice mineral water and drank it, then got up and tidied up the bedroom.
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When Jian Ruochen came out wiping his hair, he saw through the door that a corner of the quilt in the master bedroom was lifted up, and Guan Yingjun was sitting on the sofa with three or four mineral water bottles in front of him.
He walked over and sat down. "So thirsty? Is mutton that salty?"
Guan Yingjun felt the heat coming from Jian Ruochen's body, and his mind went blank for a moment. He even felt like his soul was about to float out of his body.
After taking a shower, the grapefruit scent on Jian Ruochen's body seemed to be evaporated, floating into the tip of his nose. If he smelled it carefully, he could find the familiar smell of shower gel and shampoo.
It was the same one he always used at home, and the one he kept in his apartment was exactly the same.
It has a hint of tea fragrance and smells very comfortable.
Their flavors blend together to form a harmonious aroma with a hint of sweetness.
Jian Ruochen's face was wet and shining, like a small white fish that had just been pulled ashore.
She was wearing his white shirt, with the buttons unbuttoned, revealing her white collarbone. When she sat down, the collar was slightly open, and when she looked inside, she could see something even more revealing.
Half of Guan Yingjun's soul was going crazy, clamoring to break out of his body, trying to get into Jian Ruochen's body to try his luck.
Half of his soul was imprisoned in his body. He controlled his hands, raised them upwards, and tremblingly buttoned Jian Ruochen's half-open collar, and said in a hoarse voice: "Am I not a man in your eyes?"
Jian Ruochen was stunned.
Guan Yingjun: "Not on guard?"
Jian Ruochen glanced down and reacted.
He curled up one leg, sat sideways on the sofa, facing Guan Yingjun, and teased him: "I didn't say no."
Guan Yingjun stood up abruptly, looked down at Jian Ruochen, and his breathing became rapid.
Jian Ruochen's Adam's apple rolled, and he was a little nervous, so he sat down properly.
He was just joking and trying to take advantage of Guan Yingjun. Guan Yingjun shouldn't be serious about it, right?
Guan Yingjun has a cold appearance, both cold and stern. When he looks down at people, he has a strong sense of superiority, a sense of oppression, and a bit of banditry.
When they are not working, people may even mistake them for not being police officers.
Guan Yingjun stared at Jian Ruochen, unbuckled his belt, pulled out the leather handcuff bag on it, then raised his hand to unhook the shoulder holster and threw it on the coffee table with his backhand.
The pistol and handcuffs fell with a dull thud.
Jian Ruochen leaned back slightly.
Guan Yingjun asked: "What can you do?"
Jian Ruochen's throat tightened and heat rose on his cheeks.
"Give me the towel." Guan Yingjun said.
Jian Ruochen handed over the towel, his hair wet and messy, pressing against his forehead.
The man walked behind him and wiped his hair, smoothing it out with a comb. When the sound of the hair dryer was heard, Jian Ruochen's back relaxed slightly and he leaned back.
Guan Yingjun grabbed the back of his head and asked, "Where are you leaning against?"
Jian Ruochen raised his head to take a look, then sat up straight again with a snap.
This man is like a monkey who has been pressed under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years and has never eaten a peach.
My heart was filled with peaches, but there was a passerby who was in a playful mood and brought a peach close to his nose.
Oops, wrong.
Jian Ruochen grabbed the sofa cover and scratched it.
I shouldn't have joked just now.
Guan Yingjun blew his hair dry and inserted his fingers into it to rub it a few times.
Jian Ruochen's back was itchy, and he couldn't stand it anymore so he moved forward to hide. Then he heard Guan Yingjun whisper, "You torture me."
Guan Yingjun pulled his hand away and took the wet towel to the bathroom, "I'm going to take a shower."
The bathroom door clicked shut.
Jian Ruochen relaxed all of a sudden.
He buried his face in the armrest of the sofa, lying on it, his whole body hot.
I raised my hand and saw that my arm was red.
He paused for a moment, walked a few steps into the house, and stood hesitantly at the bedroom door.
If Guan Yingjun hadn’t pulled the belt just now.
He dared to go in, and even dared to sit on the bed, pat the quilt, and ask people to come up and sleep with him.
But not now.
Guan Yingjun is a man who hasn't eaten peaches for 500 years.
I have to go to the interrogation room tomorrow, so I can’t tease him any more.
He was afraid he couldn't sit still.
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Guan Yingjun locked himself in the bathroom, held the bath towel that Jian Ruochen had used to wipe his hair and sniffed it twice, but in the end it was useless, so he dropped his hands and threw it into the clothes basket, turned on the switch and took a shower.
Jian Ruochen is really too clean.
Smart and courageous, cunning and shrewd.
Soft-hearted and kind.
Sometimes it seems like it has no heart, close yet distant, both ethereal and lustful.
I feel like it's blasphemy to even think about doing it behind the scenes.
He wasn't like this before. He wouldn't think about it at all. The only thing on his mind was the case, even when he was taking a shower.
He changed after meeting Jian Ruochen and couldn't stand the slightest contact.
Jian Ruochen is so smart, he would know what he is doing if he stays in the bathroom for a long time. If he knew, I wonder what he would think of him.
Just bear with it.
Just bear with it and it will pass.
Guan Yingjun took a cold shower, and after the excitement wore off, he switched to hot water.
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Jian Ruochen took the spare quilt from the bed and spread it on the sofa, and said to Guan Yingjun who had just finished taking a shower: "I'll sleep here."
He realized that Sir Guan was a man.
I’m afraid I won’t be able to go to work tomorrow.
The trial of Jiang Hanyu is a big deal, involving many mysteries, and must be conducted in person.
He had just sent a text message to Butler Luo to say hello and that he was sleeping on the sofa at his friend's house.
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