Chapter 91 Let’s Talk
The water on Guan Yingjun's hair fell drop by drop and landed on the towel hanging around his neck, exuding a damp heat.
He lowered his eyes to look at Jian Ruochen, "This quilt has never been dried in the sun. It has been placed under the cabinet. It's dirty."
Images of mites, scabies, and crawling little spiders flashed through Jian Ruochen's mind.
The hair on my arms stood on end.
Guan Yingjun wiped the water off the side of his face with a towel, and the anger that he had just suppressed rose again.
He is enduring it now and not even mentioning it because he is afraid that they won't be able to make it to the end.
I’m afraid Jian Ruochen will regret it two months later.
What about Jian Ruochen? Did he know that the freshness of this relationship would not last more than two months, so he was so cautious and drew the boundaries so clearly?
Jian Ruochen moved the quilt further away, "I..."
Just as he opened his mouth to speak, he saw Guan Yingjun suddenly take a step forward and stretch out his hand, and the world in front of his eyes spun.
Jian Ruochen hung on the man's shoulder and was stunned when she smelled the strong scent on him.
What are you doing?
Guan Yingjun took her to the bedroom, held her slippery legs, leaned over and put her on the bed, "You sleep here."
Jian Ruo swallowed and looked up at Guan Yingjun's expression.
The man's eyelids drooped, his eyes avoided, his brows were slightly furrowed, the corners of his lips were pursed, and his orbicularis oris muscle was tense.
This is an expression of enduring desire, yet with a little annoyance and sadness.
Torment, longing and a little bit of aggrieved.
Jian Ruochen blinked, knowing that Guan Yingjun had misunderstood.
It was the first time he saw such a complicated expression on Guan Yingjun's face.
Real and exciting.
Another drop of water fell from Guan Yingjun's hair and landed on the tip of Jian Ruochen's nose.
The water drops slid down and gathered at the lips.
The young man was trapped in his bed. The sheets were black and he was white.
Jian Ruochen stretched out his tongue and licked off the water droplet.
Guan Yingjun closed his eyes, anger running rampant in his internal organs.
He stood up and said hoarsely, "I'll go back to the police..."
The speech stopped abruptly.
Jian Ruochen reached out and grabbed the collar of Guan Yingjun's black T-shirt and pulled it down, then leaned forward and kissed him.
After kissing once on the beach, he felt he already knew how to do it, but he half-lying down to kiss his partner, relying entirely on the strength of his waist and abdomen.
He couldn't hold on and fell backwards, until Guan Yingjun held him up and he was able to hold on.
The breaths mingled and the folds of the quilt flew everywhere.
Guan Yingjun's rationality was about to be hooked, and at the last moment he viciously let go of Jian Ruochen, who was barely breathing, and held him in his arms, gently patting his back, and whispered, "What on earth do you want to do?"
Jian Ruo leaned against his neck, her nose against his beating pulse, and laughed softly, "Sir Guan seems to have misunderstood me just now. I don't leave anger and misunderstandings until tomorrow."
Guan Yingjun was stunned for a moment.
Jian Ruochen supported his shoulders, knelt up, and looked straight into those eyes. "It's not that I can't do it, but I have a case to handle tomorrow, so I can't do it today. You don't know yourself, do you?"
Although he didn't know whether Guan Yingjun knew it or not, he knew it himself.
This person becomes like that just by tilting his head for a moment.
As a man, he would never stand in a row with Guan Yingjun in the bathroom.
Guan Yingjun exhaled a trembling breath, lowered his head and kissed Jian Ruochen on the forehead, "I'm sorry, it was my misunderstanding."
There was only one bedside lamp on in the bedroom.
Jian Ruochen touched his forehead, glanced down, and suddenly laughed out loud, "I shouldn't have given you mutton."
Guan Yingjun narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
"Guan Yingjun." Jian Ruochen looked up, seriously, with a gentle look in his eyes, "There is no two-month deadline, let's continue the discussion."
Guan Yingjun was completely stunned.
He expected that Jian Ruochen could see some of his thoughts, but he didn't expect that Jian Ruochen could actually figure out what he was thinking clearly.
Guan Yingjun put one leg on the bed and knelt on one knee, staring at the person in front of him with his eyes red.
Love seems to be a very complicated emotion.
When you like someone, your reason and emotions are so unstable, your thoughts are flying around, but like a kite, one end is tightly held in another person's hand.
Jian Ruochen hooked the rubber band on the edge of Guan Yingjun's pants with his fingertips and said calmly, "I can't, but... my hands can."
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and stared at the knuckles that were hooked on the rubber band.
It was pure and innocent, and even though he was doing such a thing, there was still a sense of condescension.
Guan Yingjun inserted his fingers into Jian Ruochen's fingers and kissed him lightly.
There was no way he would fall in love with anyone else in his life, so he was willing to fall into this person's hands. Even if he was sold, he couldn't say a word of objection.
Jian Ruochen looked up at Guan Yingjun and felt that his eyes were wet, as if he was about to cry.
Both of them were breathing heavily, unfamiliar and immature.
Jian Ruochen is not very good at it, he has no rules and does not know what is important.
Guan Yingjun hissed, loosened his hand that was clasped with Jian Ruochen's, reached down, and whispered, "I'll be worn to death by you sooner or later."
Jian Ruo glanced at him.
The amber eyes sparkled, and Guan Yingjun couldn't stand it anymore. He held his hand and said, "I'll teach you."
Jian Ruochen urged him: "Hurry up and tell me."
"Interrogate me?" Guan Yingjun laughed and said something half-dirty and half-sexy, "I'm very tough."
Jian Ruochen blinked, then tilted her head back and kissed him, kissing his protruding Adam's apple, using a little force with malicious intent.
Interrogating a criminal is a mental job, while interrogating Guan Yingjun is a physical job.
The trial ended only when I was exhausted.
In the second half, he also became angry and finally understood how it felt for a man to hold back on eating a peach.
But he didn't have the strength to pick peaches to eat. He lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling, feeling extremely sleepy.
Guan Yingjun picked up the towel that had fallen during the action, wiped Jian Ruochen's hands, then lowered his head to look at him and leaned down.
Jian Ruochen was shocked for a moment, his blood rushing to his head, and he swallowed the words of refusal halfway through his mouth.
The ceiling became a blurry shadow.
He didn't know Guan Yingjun was so open-minded and generous.
Damn it, isn't this the 90s?
Isn’t Guan Yingjun still wearing a vest under his shirt?
Jian Ruochen reached out her hand dazedly, grabbed his hair, then closed her eyes sleepily.
The last thought that flashed through my mind was:
The peaches are quite delicious.
Guan Yingjun swallowed it, stood up and wrung out the towel to clean up. Half of Jian Ruochen's face was sunken in the pillow, her hair was loose, and the black pillowcase made her face look pink and white.
It's so beautiful, how can it be so beautiful?
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The next day, Jian Ruochen was awakened by the sweet smell of pineapple buns.
When I woke up and saw the simple and cool decoration in the room, I was still confused.
Where's the coldness?
Why on earth would those designers give this decoration such an ambiguous name.
He felt like he couldn't even hold chopsticks today.
After Jian Ruochen finished washing up, he saw the towel crumpled into a ball and thrown into the trash can, and his face felt a little hot.
When I walked into the living room, I heard the sound of the door opening. Guan Yingjun came in carrying a plastic bag and a paper bag containing a pair of cotton slippers of the right size.
Jian Ruochen stepped in and asked, "What time did you get up?"
"Six o'clock." Guan Yingjun said, handing him the paper bag, "Clothes. Yesterday's clothes are not dry yet."
There was a hint of smile in his eyes, but his face remained expressionless, not giving any sign that he had sipped peach juice yesterday.
Jian Ruochen took it, opened it and saw that it was a dark green sweater and a pair of casual pants.
The price tag has been torn off, but judging by the style and materials, it should be the same one he wore yesterday.
Not cheap.
Jian Ruochen didn't bother to be polite with him. She changed her clothes and sat at the dining table. She held the fork in her left hand and poked the pineapple bun to finish her brunch.
Eleven o'clock.
The two went to the police station together.
Sham Shui Po said that Jiang Hanyu would not be escorted to the regional police station until after noon. Yesterday, the members of Groups A and C were busy on the riverbank all day and were so tired that they did not choose to go to work in the morning.
Guan Yingjun sat in his office and looked through other evidence dug out from the riverbank yesterday.
There were three bank passbooks, and Jiang Hanyu was like a rat digging a burrow in the ground.
After digging here, dig there.
Jian Ruochen was lying crookedly on the sofa beside him, holding a piece of A4 paper folded into a square in his hand, organizing his thoughts on it with a ballpoint pen.
Jiang Hanyu didn't know about the "fake vitamin B", but he had the key that locked the banned drugs, which means he didn't check the safe.
This was deduced from his action of burying the safe key and MI6 secret files together.
Jiang Hanyu may think that these two things are equally important and have the same nature. Otherwise he would have hidden them separately, like he buried his bankbooks.
So could these two things be given by the same person?
Who?
Lu Rong Bar...
The only Hong Kong British faction member Jiang Hanyu can currently contact is Lu Rong, unless someone from the Hong Kong British faction contacts him personally.
It is understandable that the British forces want to deal with him now, after all, they have already torn their relations apart.
But the original owner a few months ago was honest and well-behaved, so there was no reason for him to make enemies with the British.
Jian Ruochen pondered and wrote four words on a piece of white paper - conflict of interest.
"Ding-ling-ling-ling——"
The cell phone rang.
Jian Ruochen picked up the phone, "Hello?"
Luo Binwen's gentle voice came from the receiver, "Young Master, did you sleep well?"
Jian Ruochen suddenly pulled away from the case and glanced at Guan Yingjun with a sidelong glance. The tips of his ears felt a little hot. "Very good."
Anyway, I didn't sleep on the sofa in the end.
"That's good." Luo Binwen asked, "Do you need me to take you to the police station?"
"No, I'm already at the police station." Jian Ruochen didn't know what to say for a moment, and was afraid that Uncle Luo would ask again, so he changed the subject and said, "Ah... Hey! Uncle Luo, I have something to ask you."
"Are there any other heirs to my mother's estate? Non-direct descendants?"
Luo Binwen pondered, "There should be another distant relative. He is a tenured professor at the university. He doesn't value money and doesn't need this inheritance. You can rest assured."
Jian Ruochen pursed her lips, "His name?"
"Olivier Conant Keith. Would you like to meet him and talk? I can help you arrange a time."
As soon as Luo Binwen finished speaking, sirens sounded downstairs. Jian Ruochen walked to the window, opened the blinds and looked down, and Jiang Hanyu's figure appeared in his sight.
There were also messy footsteps and Bi Qianqian's voice coming from the office outside, "Zhang Xingzong, Jiang Hanyu has been transferred here, you and Liu Sizheng go and pick him up. Is Guan Sir not here yet?"
Jian Ruochen said quickly into the phone: "There's no need to meet for now, I'm just asking. I'll do my work first, see you in the evening, Uncle Luo."
He hung up the phone in a hurry, opened the door and looked at Bi Qianqian, "I'm here."
When Bi Xianxian smelled the scent of Jian Ruochen, she was stunned for a moment and suddenly looked at Guan Yingjun who was sitting behind the desk.
The same?
Coincidence...
She raised her hand and patted Jian Ruochen's shoulder, "Jiang Hanyu's financial crime will be investigated by ICAC, and we have twelve hours to break his espionage activities."
"We will transfer Jiang Hanyu to ICAC at 12 noon tomorrow."
Jian Ruochen made an OK gesture, turned around, took the evidence records on Guan Yingjun's desk and went to the interrogation room.
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