Breaking Through the Clouds: 90.Chapter 90

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There are four thousand words in the previous chapter, and one thousand words in the front of this chapter.

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Drowsy, sore.

Jiang Ting opened his eyes, and it took a long time to recover from the dim discomfort. His distracted eyes gradually focused on the bedside table alarm clock-13:45pm.

In the afternoon the next day.

Jiang Ting turned over and sat up, and was immediately drawn into a deep breath by the secretive pain somewhere. It took a long time to tremble and relax his muscles a little.

He has been cleaned up and down, and changed into a loose short-sleeved white T as pajamas. The soft texture exudes the smell of sunlight, but because Yan Xi's size is too big, it looks a little empty on his body. Looking from the floor mirror at the corner of the bed, the neck and collarbone exposed between the wide neckline, and the arms under the short sleeves were all marked with various marks, which could not disappear for a while.

Jiang Ting closed his eyes lightly and sat motionless on the bed, the quilt slipping silently from his waist.

Jiang Ting's previous physique was not more than 30 seconds from a deep sleep to a state of preparation, but now it is obviously not good. It takes more than ten minutes to barely return to normal from the dizziness of hypotension. After a long time, he finally opened his eyes again tiredly. Just about to get out of bed and leave the master bedroom, he went to the guest bedroom to wash a little, and suddenly his hands stiffened when he lifted the quilt.

He even wore a ring on his ring finger.

It is a seemingly ordinary platinum ring. It can be seen by light. It is still very new, and there is no trace of any use. In fact, the size of this ring is just right to wear on the middle finger, but Yan Xiu still put it on the ring finger for some reason, it seems a little loose.

Jiang Ting was silent for a long time, took the ring off, and gently placed it on the bedside table.

He got up and walked out of the master bedroom filled with a strong and stern atmosphere, and went back to the guest bedroom next door where he had been living to wash his face. When he got up, he looked at his dripping face in the mirror, with some doubts deep in his eyes, as if he didn't understand.

Where is it good? he thinks.

For a while, he shook his head mockingly, and when he turned around, he suddenly ran into Yan Xiu, who was quietly leaning against the door frame with his arms folded.

"..." The two relatives for a moment, Yan Xiu didn't seem to see Jiang Ting's empty ring finger of his left hand, and a smile slowly appeared on that handsome face: "Morning, Team Jiang."

The jokes in this remark were so obvious that they were under-beaten.

"It's afternoon," Jiang stopped without looking up, and wiped his face with a towel. I don't know if it was because of this or because last night, his lips were still slightly red. Yan Xi watched intently until Jiang Ting finished washing and tried to bypass him and walk out of the bathroom, when he suddenly grabbed Jiang Ting's hand.

The two stopped their movements and stood staring at each other in a very limited space.

Yan Xiu's mouth moved, and slowly said: "Jiang stopped..."

Jiang Ting was thinking that he was going to say something, but Yan Xiu suddenly stopped and smiled: "I made something to eat, come on."

Yan Xiu is more than just "made something to eat". It is like bringing the Cantonese-style morning tea of ​​a five-star hotel into his home. The preserved egg and lean meat porridge, chicken feet, fresh bamboo rolls, and all kinds of shrimps are on the table. Dumplings and so on are dazzling. I don't know when he got up and ordered the meal on the phone. The porridge is still warm, which is the temperature that can be eaten.

"Too much, right?" Jiang Ting said.

Yan Xiu took the dishes in the kitchen, "You have to eat first, and you will have to go out later!"

Jiang Ting didn't listen carefully, and when Yan Xiu turned his head, he glanced sideways into the master bedroom.

——The ring on the bedside table has been quietly put away.

Jiang Ting exhaled silently.

"Finally gave me a suspension review, I have to doubt whether Lu Ju has insight into the future and gave me a wedding leave in advance." Yan Xi took a bowl out of the kitchen and personally served Jiang Ting's congee with preserved eggs and lean meat. , Sighed: "Especially when I woke up this morning, I thought there were at least a dozen missed calls or a hundred and eighty things waiting in the bureau. Hey, who knows that only Ma Xiang is not long? Eyes made a call and just asked about the case file."

"Because your Yu team has gone to work, right."

"Hey, Team Yu has half-day shifts every day, and Ma Xiang said that Lu Ju personally takes charge of the rest of the work."

Jiang Ting's spoon knocked slightly on the edge of the bowl.

Yan Xiu sat on the chair next to him, staring at Jiang Ting's food, and suddenly asked: "Isn't it tasteful?"

The Cantonese-style morning tea, like Sichuan-style hot pot, is the trump card of Chinese cuisine that can both hit the world and sit in the world. There is almost no problem of unpalatable taste in humans. Jiang Ting recovered, shook his head and said, "No, it tastes good."

"Then is this chair comfortable for you to sit on?"

"Huh?" Jiang Ting didn't react.

Yan Xi said seriously: "Will the chair be too hard?"

"..."

Jiang Ting stopped in the air with half a fresh bamboo roll chopsticks, staring blankly at Yan Xi, the next second he was suddenly picked up by Yan Xi in a thunderous manner, and quickly took him into his arms. Forcibly forcing him to sit on his lap: "Come and sit with me, sitting on my arms is softer..."

"Yan Xiu, you in broad daylight--"

"Come and let me feed you this. I specially ordered a cage of leek and shrimp dumplings. Eating leek is good for your health..."

Jiang Ting couldn't laugh or cry, and hurriedly struggling out of Yan Xiu's arms, he knocked off the green leek and shrimp dumplings on his chopsticks, and stuffed a piece of steamed fish belly into his bowl: "Eat less leeks and more fish, your kidneys are really good. No need to make up, let's make up your brain more!"

Yan Xi shook his head regretfully, then glanced at the fish and sighed: "Forget it, everything you gave me is delicious." Then he glanced at Jiang Jing's waist with a worried look.

Jiang Ting, a severely ill patient who had been in a coma for three years, was too lazy to fight with Yan Xiu. He bowed his head and drank half a bowl of porridge, then put down the small white porcelain spoon, feeling that his stomach was full. Feeling full. Yan Xiu saw that his face was okay today, so he stopped forcing him to eat more, and while packing up his bowl and chopsticks, he said, "You will go out with me later and come back at night."

"How?"

"Birthday." Yan Xiu laughed: "Although I think a man’s birthday after eighteen years old is of little significance, there is still a family of relatives who gather together every year, except to help me celebrate it in name. Besides, of course there are others... After all, my parents gave birth to me, and the business stall is so big."

Maybe because Yan Xiu's usual performance is too simple and down-to-earth, completely unable to make people think of any dog-blooded giants' grievances, so when he said this, Jiang Ting couldn't help but look at him unexpectedly.

Fearing that he might misunderstand him, Yan Xi quickly explained: "But my task is just to show up in the past, to show that I am still alive, to call on my relatives to unite, love and live in harmony, and then leave after eating and drinking. You and me they won't Ask more, just say you are my friend and it's over. My parents won't talk nonsense, don't worry."

Jiang stopped for a few seconds while Yan Xiu couldn't stop the eager gaze, and slowly said, "But...I'm pretty tired today, why don't you talk about it next time?"

"We can just go around and come back in ten minutes."

Jiang Ting still shook his head: "Your relatives must usually have a lot of friends, I am like this, it is better to avoid such crowded occasions, forget it."

Yan Xi's eyes seem to be disappointed.

But the advantage of Yan Xiu as an adult in his thirties is that he can quickly control his emotions, so he nodded nonchalantly and replied, "That's true." Then he even smiled and waved his hand and said: "Then you rest at home, I must be back soon."

Yan Xiu said that he must go home early, but he never left the house earlier. He tidied away the dishes and chopsticks, dragged Jiang Ting to the master bedroom cloakroom, opened the front and blind date special equipment wardrobe, took out each shirt and kept making gestures in front of his upper body, repeatedly consulting Jiang Ting’s opinion: "Are you handsome? How about this one?"

Jiang Ting said: "Handsome, handsome."

"What about this one?"

Jiang Ting put his hands in the pockets of his parents' pants, and said helplessly: "He is also handsome, all handsome."

Yan Xi quit after hearing this. He is naked | His upper body is naked. For many years, he has been in perfect shape with his first-line work and persistent exercise. He looks thin, undressed and fleshy, threatening to stop Jiang to the corner of the cloakroom, lower his head and gritted his teeth and asked: "Why are you so perfunctory? Didn’t you say that in bed last night?"

"..." Jiang Ting's face was a little hard to detect, but he was still very calm: "What did I say last night?"

"You hug me and say that my husband is so handsome, so beautiful, my husband is the best in the world..."

Jiang Ting burst into laughter, raised his head and stretched a few centimeters away, and solemnly said: "It doesn't matter what clothes you wear."

Yan Xi was planning to teach him a lesson, but he didn't expect Jiang Detachment to be able to say this, and was stunned at the time.

"So don't go naked in your clothes," Jiang Ting couldn't help but jokingly said, "Then everyone knows that you are the best in the world."

Before Yan Xiu had time to do it, Jiang Ting, who had been prepared for a long time, slipped out against the corner, and rushed to the master bedroom door in three steps and two steps. Yan Xiufei who reacted to it, rushed forward and retrieved it. Pressing on the bed, he restrained his hands and feet a few times, and forced him to stretch into the squeaky nest and squirm: "You come back to me! Where do I see you going?!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong..." Jiang Ting smiled and begged for mercy while struggling: "Yes, you look good in everything you wear, don't push me..."

Yan Xi grabbed Jiang Ting's waistband and wanted to pull it down, but the latter stubbornly grabbed him and failed. The two wrestled and rolled on the big bed for a while, and finally ended with Jiang Ting begging for forgiveness and claiming that "it hurts". Yan Xiu was like a male tiger whose head was not full and his stomach became hungry, staring condescendingly. Jiang Ting watched it for a long time before he said angrily: "I'll be in two days... I tomorrow... I'll give you something awesome tonight."

Jiang Ting was squeaked out of breath, his black and white eyes were filled with water, his cheeks were slightly red, and his black hair was messyly pressed on the snow-white sheets, and he laughed and cursed: "You get me out!"

Yan Xi couldn't afford it. He lowered his head and kept sniffing anxiously between his neck, just like holding a tender and delicious prey in his arms but couldn't eat it. After a long time, he finally got up unwillingly and muttered: "Why don't you eat more leeks..."

Jiang Ting made a deterrent gesture: "You don't want to go try again?"

Yan Xiu clutched his crotch and entered the cloakroom. After a while, he finally changed his clothes and grabbed his hair casually. Sure enough, he was not sincere to dress up to meet relatives. Without Jiang Ting as a display object, he only changed into ordinary polo shirts and jeans, and wore a stainless steel watch on his hands. It looked like it was more expensive than wearing a formal dress. Young, unstoppable and unstoppable, the breath of a frizzy young man who has just fallen in love.

Jiang stopped in the living room, drinking tea and playing Go. When he looked up, his pale red mouth curled up as if he wanted to laugh, and immediately held back his expression blankly.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing."

Yan Xiu snorted complacently, and said: "Kiss each other..."

Yan Xi bent down in front of the sofa, grabbed Jiang crookedly on his chin, and exchanged a long kiss that smelled of lemon mouthwash. It was only a few minutes later that he reluctantly parted, stared into Jiang Ting's eyes, and then kissed his eyelids again.

Jiang Ting closed his eyes, and felt the warm breath passing by the end of his eyelashes, touching them.

"You drank my wife's tea, and you wanted to lift your pants and ran away," Yan Xi whispered.

Jiang Ting didn't say a word, he was composed and his ears were a little red. This time he finally couldn't push the pot to the innocent Han Xiaomei.

"I'll bring you back at night, ah." Yan Xiu couldn't help laughing: "The Lao Tongxing photographed at that time had five cakes in a tube."

Jiang Ting: "..."

"But I only have one daughter-in-law," Yan Xiuwei smiled and blinked at him. Before Jiang Ting could answer these words, he turned around and left the house.