There is always a cheater behind every detective

Bai Xiangyun is dead, but Bai Yan is still alive, and the cult organization sent invitations enthusiastically until Bai Xiangyun died, which proves that he is still trying his best to restore this key believer who once provided a large number of "offerings". Now the head of the Bai family is Bai Yan, So it is not ruled out that the cult organization will want to develop Bai Yan into a Protestant.

If Bai Yan received a new invitation, then they would be able to turn passive into active and have a real chance to solve the case.

Zhao Zhuojie couldn't help but hugged Bai Yan tightly and kissed him: "My Xiaobai is so smart."

Bai Yan reacted in a daze, trying to find a place to burrow, only to remember that the two of them were still naked, after such a rub, the feeling of skin-to-skin contact made his whole body red as if cooked. Shrimp are all you can eat.

Seeing the cuteness of his lover, Zhao Zhuojie almost wanted to be a wolf again, but although he was a rascal, he was not enough to be a beast...at least today he still cherished Bai Yan and did not continue.He supported Bai Yan's waist and rubbed it, smiled and picked up the sharp chin, caught the eyes of the other party who was trying to avoid it, and laughed: "Xiaobai, come and kiss my brother, just one bite, I won't mess with you."

Bai Yan looked at Zhao Zhuojie, not sure if it was true, but the proposal of "don't kiss me" was very tempting, Bai Yan hesitated again and again, and timidly leaned forward to touch Zhao Zhuojie's lips.

Zhao Zhuojie smacked his lips, such a pediatric kiss was really not enough, he fished up the retracted man and gave a French wet kiss before letting go, rubbing the innocent young man in his arms who wanted to escape repeatedly, closed With a teasing smile on his face, he sighed: "Xiaobai, brother will take you to visit the grave tomorrow to meet your parents."

Bai Yan was at a loss, and then thought of the meaning of the parents' admission to the couple, and his mood instantly became uneasy. He looked nervous: "Would you like to take the BMW, he is my only family now."

To be honest, if Zhao Zhuojie had the choice, he would kill that horse and make it into horse meat ramen, but Bai Yan cared about that horse, so he had no choice but to treat it like a difficult brother-in-law... Although it was a damn horse horse.

"Okay, let's take it." Zhao Zhuojie stroked Bai Yan's hair and kissed his temples lightly: "Xiaobai, same-sex marriage is not recognized in China, otherwise I will drag you to get a certificate. As for foreign countries, we don't have enough time now. Good arrangement. Go to the grave first, and after a while, I'll take you to meet your adoptive parents and have a meal together, let's make a decision."

"Then, are we a family?" Bai Yan's eyes were full of hope, but also uneasy, like a person who was lost in the desert and suddenly encountered an oasis, but was uneasy whether it was reality or a mirage, so cautious .

Zhao Zhuojie's heart beat faster, and the more he got to know each other, the more he felt pity for Bai Yan, such a little prince who should be flamboyant and domineering, but he had to keep his little wish every step of the way, as if he was standing in a minefield of despair, fearing that he would be crushed if he made a wrong step.He knew that it was those past experiences that caught Bai Yan, and the harm that Bai Xiangyun gave Bai Yan could not be eliminated overnight.

"Yes, otherwise what are we? You are all mine." Zhao Zhuojie took a bite of Bai Yan, and when he saw that handsome face smiling out of satisfaction, his heartbeat increased again. The fetter of being in sync with the heartbeat of the other party fascinates him, he is sure that there will never be another person like Bai Yan, whose every frown and smile can affect his heartbeat, it is absolutely impossible.

When the love is strong, Zhao Zhuojie, a novice in love, can't help but worry about gains and losses: "Xiaobai, remember, you are mine, don't try to escape, it's impossible."

But Bai Yan didn't understand Zhao Zhuojie's uneasiness, he pursed his lips, and replied solemnly: "I don't want to leave you, never will, even if I die, my soul will be with you."

Zhao Zhuojie's answer was to throw Bai Yan down, and kissed so hard that his tongue, which was full of unlucky words, was numb, and this person who always had pessimistic thoughts could only open his mouth and pant before letting go: " Hmph, if you say you can’t die, I’ll let you die on the bed right away. Sigh, it’s all your fault for being so tall, rich and handsome, and it made me feel fresh and artistic. Forget it, sleep, don’t sweep the grave Dozed off while I was there."

Hearing this, Bai Yan immediately closed her eyes obediently: "I'm going to sleep now."

Zhao Zhuojie laughed, and kissed Bai Yan again, then lay down with his arms around the person, looking at the heavy ceiling in the dark, listening to the gentle breathing of the person beside him, until a long time later, Zhao Zhuojie got up and groped in the dark again, it turned out that he was just He intuitively felt that someone was spying on him, but he didn't want to find out a small surveillance device. He had indeed cleaned it up last time, and this one was new. Zhao Zhuojie frowned and threw the pile of things into the toilet to flush away .

The monitoring could only be aimed at Bai Yan, and Bai Yan's identity is not disclosed, so it shouldn't be the reporter's work. Zhao Zhuojie thought about it, except for those freaks in Baijia Castle, there should be no one else.

Monitoring his master should not be just because he cares about his master's safety. Zhao Zhuojie always feels that although Bai Yan inherits Bai Xiangyun's property and is Bai Xiangyun's adopted son, it doesn't mean that Bai Yan can control all of Bai Xiangyun's forces. He has a bad feeling... Even if the old man is dead.

For the first time, Zhao Zhuojie desperately hoped that Bai Yan could adapt to the life of ordinary people as soon as possible and learn the basic common sense. After all, he could not be with Bai Yan 24 hours a day. Even if he wanted to, Bai Yan should not leave a cage named Bai Xiangyun. , and locked in a cage named Zhao Zhuojie.Xie Bi'an's sarcasm is especially in my ears, but it is a loyal advice to my ears, Bai Yan should not be Bai Yan in anyone's mind, but should be herself.

Looking at the little prince sleeping soundly on the bed, Zhao Zhuojie sighed, leaned over and kissed lightly, and murmured: "It's enough as long as you are mine all the time."

After a night of no dreams, the two of them opened their eyes again, only to be woken up by Zhen Shanmei's mcall. The case about patterns and cults could not even stand up because of insufficient evidence, and he needed to go back to mediate.Zhao Zhuojie thought for a while, this matter will not really turn around until Bai Yan receives the letter, all they can do now is some small actions, with little effect, so they are not in a hurry to go back.

Lazily telling Zhen Shanmei to go back tomorrow and hang up before this girl sings the three-character scripture, Zhao Zhuojie prepared Bai Yan to wash and dress: "I will get you a mobile phone first, and then you want to go to the library, bookstore or something, Let’s go, I’ll teach you how to drive if you have time, it’s easy, let’s learn how to drive to the cemetery, huh?”

Bai Yan nodded straight, very satisfied with this arrangement.

They went to buy a mobile phone first, the style was already optimistic, and they didn't waste time to choose, and then they got a phone card and opened an Internet package.Zhao Zhuojie thought about it, and added a laptop to Bai Yan, which was also the latest model. He wanted Bai Yan to have access to the most avant-garde modern things.Then they went straight to the bookstore, bought a large pile of books with various contents, and emptied the cash in Zhao Zhuojie's purse. Finally, Bai Yan picked out some painting tools, some simple sketches and colored pencils.

"I can draw with this." Bai Yan caressed the cheap colored pencils she found casually with her white fingertips, but cherished them like a treasure: "But I haven't drawn for a long time, because I don't need to practice any more, and my adoptive father can't draw anymore. Don't let me paint anything other than oil painting..." Bai Yan still couldn't stop the memories that came back like a tide, after he passed his basic painting skills and started to touch oil painting, he basically had no chance to touch other painting tools.

Because the adoptive father said——

[Only oil painting is the real imperial art. Use oil paint to depict flesh and soul, nobility and poverty. You have a pair of hands of God, my most cherished canary. ] "Really? Then go back and draw a sketch for me." Zhao Zhuojie held a large pile of shopping trophies in one hand, and supported Bai Yan's waist in the other, striding down the road, ignoring the surrounding eyes: "Go, buy offerings, I will Dad likes Ruan Zhonghua, my mother likes roast duck, and my brother likes Ferrero."

"What about BMW?"

"Go to the racecourse to get it...and then let it eat the exhaust."

Bai Yan raised her hand and touched Zhao Zhuojie's head: "The whole family should get along well."

Zhao Zhuojie grabbed Bai Yan's hand and put it in his mouth to bite lightly. Before the other party blushed and wanted to withdraw his hand, he clenched it tightly, and teased: "I will definitely not kiss that guy's hoof, so...just get along with you .”

"You... misunderstood..." Bai Yan's voice was as thin as a gnat, and he found that once Zhao Zhuojie grabbed him, his language system would be seriously confused, and he couldn't even speak.

"No, that's what I mean." Zhao Zhuojie laughed, ignored the sideways glances of passers-by, threw the loot into the back seat of the car, and drove the car to buy offerings.

The section of the road to the cemetery is usually sparsely populated, and it is indeed a good place to practice driving. After Zhao Zhuojie demonstrated to Bai Yan, he gave up the driver's seat and sat beside him to give instructions, asking Bai Yan to drive the car to the cemetery.

The car crawled like a tortoise at first, but later became smooth. Bai Yan really has a clever brain, and she figured it out quickly, only a short of proficiency.Zhao Zhuojie was very satisfied. He considered the relationship and signed up for a name. He even skipped the practice class and took the test to get the license plate... I believe that the written test will not be difficult for the smart Bai Da Gao Fu Shuai.

Zhao Zhuojie has already started thinking about buying a car for Bai Yan. This car can't be bought casually. Since someone is watching, he considers using some special channels to buy a car for Bai Yan that is more 'reassuring', preferably with bulletproof glass, special tires, super engine, etc. If it wasn't for being too conspicuous and causing trouble, he wished he could give Bai Yan an armored vehicle.

As for the house, of course it needs to be rented, and it has to be rented quickly, but after the rent is completed, the anti-theft needs to be strengthened, lest people enter the house from time to time to install something that is not there. It is best to take the refuge room, that kind of bomb can't be done. It's good to drive, so that even if Bai Yan encounters danger, she will have a place to hide.

So, with Bai Yan being cautious and Zhao Zhuojie distracted, the car drove steadily to the cemetery. The BMW had already circled the front of the car countless times and turned back sadly, dissatisfied with the owner riding on this dilapidated iron box, and would not ride himself.

It was not a holiday in broad daylight, and the cemetery was as desolate as imagined. Zhao Zhuojie took Bai Yanzhao and walked through rows of tombstones to the depths. Finally, he saw three simple tombstones in a high-end cemetery, which were not messed up like others. Courts, terraces and pavilions are just simple stones.

The three tombs are next to each other, and there is a vacuum beside them.

Zhao Zhuojie pointed at it and said with a smile: "I prepared this for myself. Fortunately, I prepared it early, otherwise there would be no seats left. It would be impossible to buy another one next to it. They are all full."

A trace of desolation appeared on Bai Yan's face: "Where's mine?"

Zhao Zhuojie was stunned at first, and then a smile slowly bloomed on his face: "If you don't mind, you have to squeeze with me later."

Bai Yan's face brightened, dispelling the last trace of melancholy: "I am willing."

"It's like a wedding vow." Zhao Zhuojie teased him before taking out the offerings and putting them on, burning incense and paper money: "Dad, Mom, brother, I'm here to bring you a son-in-law来见家长了，可别跳出来揍我，我就这个样了，能找到真爱你们就掩起嘴偷着笑吧，你们就算报梦烦我，我还是会睡得很香，省省吧， You have left me for more than ten years, and you don’t have to worry about this important marriage, um, enjoy yourself down here, and I will give you money and food.”

After a passage, he was very rascal and unfilial, and his tone was very calm. After saying this, Zhao Zhuojie ordered Ruan Zhonghua and gave Bai Yan a roasted duck leg. Ferrero also opened the package. Sweet and delicious.

"Let's eat, we're full, let's bother Lu Ying and ask about the house."

Bai Yan nodded, took a duck leg, ate it not slowly but absolutely gracefully, wiped off the oil stains with a handkerchief, and then helped Zhao Zhuojie to wipe it off.

"Jack."

"Huh?" Zhao Zhuojie was collecting the trash and was about to take it away, when he heard this, he looked at Bai Yan and met his lover with a serious face: "What's wrong?"

"I've thought about it. I want to sell my paintings and make money." Bai Yan carefully explained: "I don't understand anything now, and I can only spend money, but my adoptive father said that my paintings are good, so I should be able to sell them. I don't want...not to produce."

Zhao Zhuojie also became serious. He looked at Bai Yan, Xiao Bai with stubborn eyes, and felt cute.That's right, this is a man, a man should have his own ambition, Bai Yan should also have it, he shouldn't be willing to depend on others, even a lover needs to be equal.

"Okay, you can paint and sell, but you must promise me not to paint paintings related to dreams."

Bai Yan nodded happily: "I can draw... my own paintings."