Breaking Through the Clouds: 72.Chapter 72

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Yan Xi gently drew Xia Jiangting's hair with her fingertips, Jiang Ting's eyelashes trembled, and then he woke up in a daze.

"...I'm back, have you eaten?"

Jiang Ting was struggling to get up, and was pressed by Yan Xiu: "You sleep with you."

He got up to heat the soup, and the smell of warm and rich broth floated out with the ding of the microwave oven.

Yan Xiu doesn't just eat rice, only soup and meat. The stewed wild partridge meat was rotten, tender, and extremely sweet, and the soup with fish maw was thick and mellow, and the slick oil was skimmed away. Although it is not a winter night outside, and the weather is not cold, this large bowl of hot soup with meat and herbs is enough to comfort people from the stomach to the heart and liver.

"Why come back so late?" Jiang Ting lay horizontally on the sofa, covering his eyes with his arms, his voice still full of sleepiness.

With a small piece of flesh and bone, Yan Xi explained the case in detail, and then said: "A notice of assistance has been issued to traffic police at all levels, and there may be reports on the situation at any time. I have to go back to the city bureau at dawn. ."

The light on the side of the sofa has been turned on to its darkest level, but it is still a bit annoying. Jiang Ting stretched out his hand and fumbled a few times out of thin air, and took out the pillow deep in the sofa-Ms. Zeng Cui bought countless pillows for the delivery bag, and Yan Xiu piled at least ten on the sofa-and covered his face. .

Yan Xi pounced.

But before he had time to joking, he just listened to Jiang Ting said: "In other words, the group of people who killed Li Yuxin in Jiangyang County was probably instigated by Wang Xingye?"

Yan Xiu’s original words were firmly blocked back: "Yes, the possibility is very high. The kidnappers Li Yuxin saw at the execution site were all black and masked, and it is difficult to identify the appearance characteristics, but she may see through the drug-taking biological mother. Through Wang Xingye's face. If she sees Bu Wei's'uncle' after coming to Jianning, she will definitely notice something abnormal, so Wang Xingye must kill her. In addition, how does Wang Xingye know that we have found it? Li Yuxin’s clue, and how did he buy the murderer|homicide? These doubts cannot be explained for the time being. I have asked Wang Xingye’s capital flow and social relations to conduct a comprehensive investigation."

Jiang stopped under the pillow for a while and muttered: "...but there is no reason."

"No reason for what?"

"Why does he want to kill me?"

Yan Xiu's chopsticks paused.

——Yes, Fan Si.

But then he casually picked up a loquat flower in the soup: "Didn't you say that Fan Si and the Jiangyang County killers were probably not assigned by the same employer?"

"I just said that casually, you can listen to it casually."

"So you admit that you didn't tell the truth at the time?"

Jiang Ting opened a gap in the pillow and stared at Yan Xiu from the gap: "If you have such a good memory, why don't you keep a record of the case?"

Yan Xiu said: "Oh-I will talk back again! Sure enough, you will feel confident after entering the room. How were you so docile and well-behaved when you met Yang Mei KTV?"

Jiang Ting also laughed: "Don't be mean, talk well."

Yan Xi drank the last sip of the soup, got up and went to wash the dishes, wash his hands and brush his teeth, and said in a splash of water: "When Buwei failed to confess before, my feeling of catching the wind and shadows could not be used as evidence to investigate Wang. Xingye, so there are too few clues at present to make a reliable judgment for the time being. We can only find out that he is in the drug cartel of King of Spades when the economic investigation and technical team cooperate to find out Wang Xingye’s old bottom for me. What kind of role is it, and how much connection does it have with Fan Si?"

"In short, you should continue to stay here well and sensibly. It's best not to go out alone, and you must drive my car." Yan Xiu shook his hand and walked back to the living room, saying, "No matter if you want to buy murder. Is yours Wang Xingye? A character of that level dare not provoke me on the Jianning realm. Let’s have one more layer of protection and one more security."

Jiang Ting said "Well" and sat up top-heavy.

He wanted to go down to the ground and go back to the bedroom to sleep, but he didn't expect to stand up, but he was suddenly bent over by Yan Xiu, and he carried him up: "Hello!"

As if carrying a pocket, Yan Xi walked through the hallway from the living room, carrying him all the way back to the master bedroom, then threw him on the big bed with a bang, and then covered him.

There was no light in the bedroom, only the faint reflection from the living room. Before Jiang Ting had time to wake up from the dizziness of the fall, he was pressed by Yan Xi to be firm, like a warm head. Like a thick wild leopard, even the breath was sprayed into the collar of the bathrobe.

"You in the middle of the night..."

"Shhh."

Yan Xiu's fingers slowly slid from Jiang Ting's forehead down the corner of his eyes, nose, cheeks and neck. He is like depicting a beloved piece of art, using touch to perceive, using temperature to worship, the index and middle fingertips with the breath of wind and sword for many years carefully go around the corner of his mouth, but never really touch it.

The bedroom is unusually quiet, like a turbulent undercurrent under the water, but on the surface there are only entangled breaths, vaguely revealing a hint.

Yan Xi bowed his head closer and asked, "Can I kiss you?"

Jiang stopped speaking.

Yan Xiu seems to be guilty of some kind of gentleman's disease. He must obtain the consent of the other party: "Can I kiss you?"

"..."

"What's your question, hello?"

"..."

The eyes at close range in the dim light shimmered with each other, Jiang Ting looked away, and finally uttered two words: "No."

Yan Xiu said immediately: "Then I'm leaving."

That's what he said, but he didn't leave, didn't even look away, as if waiting for something.

The two people's body heat toasted each other, separated by the soft cloth, it seemed that even the touch of the skin was clearly distinguishable. Jiang Ting moved uncomfortably, the magnitude was so small that it was negligible, but he was immediately caught by Yan Xiu: "I'm really gone."

Then he still didn't move.

"..." Jiang Ting finally gave up something like: "Kiss, kiss..."

Before speaking, Yan Xiu bowed his head and kissed him, sweet as if what he had just drank was not soup, but a bowl of honey.

The dark night concealed everything, as if everything was allowed. The abyss turns into a tempting song, tempting pedestrians to leave behind the icy reality, leaping towards the sweet and soft dream, upside down, indulge and sink.

Yan Xiu mumbled and said, "Can I show you strong kidney function?"

"No way."

Yan Xi moved his hand and was caught by Jiang Ting, and said dullly: "No!"

Yan Xiu's body tightened for a while, as if he was struggling with a tightrope-like reason. After a long while, he finally relaxed: "Hey, you can't do it if you can't."

——He was so straightforward and refreshing that Jiang Ting was taken aback for a while.

"You can do whatever you want," Yan Xiu leaned his head to Jiang Ting's ear and smiled slyly: "I like you so much, of course I hope you are happy."

I like you so much.

It was as if a cannonball exploded silently in the void, and the blood was pressed into the limbs and skeletons by the violently beating heart, and even the eardrums were rattling for a long time after deafening.

Jiang stopped speaking, and Yan Xiu didn't ask for any response. They were so close to each other, the unspeakable intimacy and affection rose slowly, and circled and echoed in the bedroom with the dark river.

"What are you laughing at?" Suddenly Jiang Ting asked gently.

"Laugh at myself."

"What are you laughing at yourself?"

Yan Xiu reached out and fumbled for Jiang Ting’s hair, then pinched his earlobe between his fingers and played for a while, and said, "I told the girl Han Xiaomei today that if you have money, you have a career, you have confidence. It’s you who pick people, not people. But now I suddenly feel that even if you have money and a career, and meet someone you like, you still have to wait to be picked."

He paused, then added: "But I am still very happy to be picked."

Yan Xi smiled and got up and walked into the bathroom. After a while, there was the sound of water from the shower.

Losing his body temperature, half of the sheets gradually cooled down, but Jiang Ting did not move. He knew that he should get up and go back to the next bedroom, but he didn't know why it was just because he was not motivated. Every pore on his body exuded a lazy breath. He only opened his eyes and looked at the empty sky, his mind was blank.

This is actually very rare for him. There are always many things in his mind at any time, intricate logic and various subtle relationships, just like an invisible giant game of Go.

But now Yan Xiu has forcibly cleared the board.

He is personable and unreasonable, handsome and unkind. When he laughs, his mouth seems to be filled with countless evils and bad thoughts, but he is solid and reliable in action, and he will never go out of business.

Jiang Ting closed his eyes, and countless identical figures appeared in the faint—sitting under the night lights in the early morning, snoring and drinking soup, coming from outside the carriage at the bottom of the river without hesitation, flashing the police lights from the viaduct. Speeding up... and even a long time ago, the young Yan Xiu, who had just withdrawn from the scene of the action, was assisted by a few people outside the command vehicle. His face was full of blood without a trace of embarrassment, and his courage was like a murderous sword.

The sound of the water stopped, the mattress sank slightly, and Jiang Ting opened his eyes.

Yan Xi climbed onto the bed from the top of his head, looking down at him in the air, the water droplets on the beautiful shoulder muscles had not yet been completely dried.

"Don't go," Yan Xi whispered, "Let me sleep with my arms around."

"..."

"If you don't object for three seconds, you will be deemed to have agreed."

Jiang Ting didn't plan to say anything yet, Yan Xi lowered his head and kissed him with a long lasting, peppermint toothpaste smell.

He lifted his head slightly when his lips and tongue separated, his eyes shining with stars. The two looked at each other for a long time, and Yan Xiu smiled hoarsely and said: "You agreed."

He got out of bed neatly, turned off the light, and closed the bedroom door. The heavy pale golden curtains shade the city lights, and in this gentle night, carefully protect the close and private space of one party.

Yan Xi went back to the bed and lay side by side beside Jiang Ting. He couldn't help but shake off the air-conditioning blanket and put it on their legs. He put his arm on Jiang Ting’s waist from behind, and suddenly remembered something when he touched the pillow. I raised my head and kissed the sideburns of the person next to the pillow:

"Good night."

At midsummer night, the starry sky is bright. In the distance, the car lights on the road passed through the gaps in the curtains, reflecting a fleeting phantom on the ceiling, like a water fish wagging its tail from a long river, and then flashed by. Jiang Ting was lying motionless on the big bed, with the scent of sunlight at the end of the pillowcase that has not yet dissipated, and Yan Xiu's breathing gradually calmed and long in his ear, as if he fell into a deep sleep.

He opened his eyes and looked at the air molecules jumping in the dark, and finally answered softly: "Good night."