Divorced, still making trouble?

Coming out of the meeting room, the two bid farewell to Xia Yin and left the police station.

"Do you want to have something to eat?" Qiu Ye glanced at his watch, the pointer just pointed to 11:30, which was lunch time.

Ji Mingzhe gathered his clothes and said, "Let's go first."

Qiu Ye heard that he pressed Ji Mingzhe's shoulder, "Wait for me."

After speaking, he went to open the car door, took out a scarf from the paper bag thrown in the back seat, and turned back.

Then he reached out and wrapped the scarf around Ji Mingzhe's neck first.

Ji Mingzhe looked at him.

Qiu Ye paused, and then began to tie knots. Obviously, he seldom did such a thing for others, and he didn't light up the skills of how to tie a scarf. His movements were not proficient, but his expression was very serious.

Although Ji Mingzhe knew how to do it, his hands were hanging by his side without moving. He really liked the feeling that Qiu Ye focused his eyes on him alone.

"It's so ugly," Qiu Ye laughed after holding the big knot on the scarf.

Ji Mingzhe lowered his head and glanced at the unremarkable red scarf-style scarf tie, and the look in his eyes softened a bit.

He rubbed his chin against the soft fabric, and said, "Let's go."

"Ji Mingzhe," Qiu Ye called him.

When Ji Mingzhe raised his eyes, Qiu Ye's lips pressed against his lips.

Ji Mingzhe didn't wear glasses today because he was afraid that the white mist from his breath would block his vision. At this moment, half of his face was hidden in a scarf, the coldness between his brows and eyes was mostly neutralized, and he looked very quiet and gentle.

Seeing him like this, Qiu Ye couldn't hold back and kissed him unscrupulously in the street.

When passers-by started to stop, Qiu Ye finally took half a step back.

"Let's go," he cleared his throat.

Ji Mingzhe pulled off his scarf as if nothing had happened, and followed him.

When the heat on his face dissipated, Qiu Ye took Ji Mingzhe's slightly cold hand, and put it into his coat pocket together with his own.

"What do you think about Qi Tongfei?"

Talking about business, Qiu Ye's smile faded away, and his face became a little dull. He recalled what Qi Tongfei said in the meeting room, then turned his eyes to Ji Mingzhe and said, "We should think the same."

Ji Mingzhe met his gaze.

Qiu Ye took out the cell phone in his pocket, "I'll have someone check him."

"Who should check?" Ji Mingzhe asked.

Qiu Ye thought about it, and called Lei Shao first, and after confirming that Xia Yin had no problem with the other party, he curled his lips and said to Ji Mingzhe, "It should be more convenient for this police officer Xia to investigate. "

Ji Mingzhe agreed with his statement, nodded, and continued walking along the sidewalk.

After walking for more than half an hour, when they passed a western restaurant, the two went in for lunch.

Then they returned to the hotel where they were staying.

"How is it?" Ji Shaoze, who was waiting in the hotel, asked after seeing them come back.

Qiu Ye told about the situation of He Wenyuan and Qi Tongfei.

Hearing that He Wenyuan might never wake up, Ji Shaoze clicked his tongue, "It's cheap for him."

"What are you going to do next?"

"Go back first, Xia Yin is watching over here, if nothing happens, we can't do anything," Qiu Ye said.

"Okay," Ji Shaoze nodded, and then looked at Ji Mingzhe, "Are you going with the Qiu family kid or coming back with me?"

Faced with such a straightforward question from the eldest brother, Ji Mingzhe's character of saying whatever he thought felt a little bit embarrassed, but he still said calmly, "I have to go to work tomorrow."

Hearing his answer, Qiu Ye felt a little disappointed, but the two of them were in different places, so there was nothing they could do.

"Call me if you have anything to do." He could only tell Ji Mingzhe.

In the afternoon, everyone parted ways and boarded flights back to City H and City G respectively.

No matter what impact He Wenyuan's car accident will have on this case, and what kind of undercurrents are hidden underneath, life still has to go on.

However, as soon as Qiu Ye returned home, he fell ill due to the menacing flu that came to his door.

Ah Choo, Ah Choo——

Qiu Ye rubbed his stuffy nose and took out the thermometer from his armpit.

When he saw that the number displayed above was 38.5, he sighed and collapsed on the bed.

Since he suffered several serious injuries, his resistance is not as good as before, and even a little wind and rain can make him catch a cold.

In fact, it might not just be due to the weakening of resistance. He Wenyuan's matter, although he seemed calm on the surface, was actually affected psychologically.

Even though that person has committed a heinous crime, the love from his uncle since he was a child is also true.

The self-made father and mother who were kicked out of the house when they were young were very busy, and no one took care of Qiu Ye. He would often be taken to school by He Wenyuan.

Before the age of eight, Qiu Ye spent more time with He Wenyuan than his parents. Even though he hated his uncle who did all kinds of evil, he still felt uncomfortable seeing him lying in the intensive care unit.

"Ugh--"

Qiu Ye sighed again like an old man, then turned over and buried his face in the quilt. He had taken cold medicine, which made him feel drowsy.

In a daze, he had a lot of dreams. In the dream, there were Ji Mingzhe, uncle, parents, and a mess of people and scenes that he could not remember. When he woke up, Qiu Ye felt that he hadn't slept at all. Tired as if Tong Fei had another life-and-death duel.

Suddenly there was a hand on his forehead.

Qiu Ye was startled, subconsciously pinched the opponent's wrist, and then yanked it down violently.

The man threw himself onto the bed with his strength, and Qiu Ye quickly turned over and put his knee against the back of the attacker, but in the next second, he quickly jumped away.

"You...why are you here?" Qiu Ye looked at the person lying on the bed in surprise and joy, feeling that he was a little sleepy.

Ji Mingzhe spat out the quilt that was in his mouth, sat up and frowned and looked at him, "If someone is against you, you don't even know how you died."

After Qiu Ye recovered, he laughed happily, "No, I installed an alarm. If someone breaks into the door by force, I will call the police."

Ji Mingzhe didn't speak, he just picked up Qiu Ye's mobile phone on the bedside table and threw it into his arms.

Ji Mingzhe didn't understand, so he pressed the side button. When he saw more than [-] missed call notifications on it, he was a little surprised and said, "...I didn't hear it."

And looking at the time again, he actually slept for seven or eight hours. It was already dead of night outside, and there were not even cars on the road.

"I... have become a pig." Qiu Ye muttered in a low voice, and then looked at Ji Mingzhe, unable to hide the joy in his eyes.

Ji Mingzhe's face was a little cold because Qiu Ye was so defenseless, but when he heard the other party's muttering, his face became more relaxed, and he said, "You have a cold."

"Well, I might have caught a cold in City C," Qiu Ye rubbed his nose, sat down beside Ji Mingzhe, and after a while, stretched out his sticky hands to hug him again.

"Ji Mingzhe, are you worried about me?"

"Yeah." Ji Mingzhe raised his head and touched his face. He called Qiu Ye as soon as he got off the plane, but no one answered after calling several times.

Originally, he should find an acquaintance to come over to take a look first, but he ran over in person in a hurry, and then saw this person lying on the bed with a fever and sleeping in the dark.

"Then this cold is worth it," Qiu Ye said in a heavy nasal voice, spraying all his hot breath on Ji Mingzhe's side neck due to the fever.

Ji Mingzhe tilted his head and bit Qiu Ye's dry lips.

It wasn't until the oxygen in the chest and lungs became thinner and he couldn't breathe, that Qiu Ye belatedly wondered whether this would give Ji Mingzhe a cold.

But Ji Mingzhe obviously didn't have such worries, and the kiss went deeper.

"Brother Zhe," Qiu Ye pinched Ji Mingzhe's waist, trying to remind him that his nose was blocked and he was about to suffocate to death, but the next second, his expression froze and he rolled off the bed with Ji Mingzhe in his arms .

A bullet pierced through the air, shattered the French window, and penetrated the mattress beneath them.