old man feeding rules

During the meal, everyone obviously noticed that Jiang Xun's condition was not right.

Although his sense of taste is out of order, his sense of smell is still there. Every time he eats the food made by Lu Kuang, he can't help crying. Often he can't help but use chopsticks to lick Lu Kuang at the dinner table, saying that his cooking is a waste of food. Then he went into the kitchen cursing and poured out a bowl of clear water noodles by himself.

But today, instead of expressing any dissatisfaction with Lu Kuang's cooking skills, he ate the whole bowl in silence. He didn't even complain about the unpalatable tomato scrambled eggs. After eating the last raw rice grain He had to add another half bowl, which made Lu Kuang, who was already fidgeting, even more flustered. Thinking that his craftsmanship had made a qualitative leap, he couldn't help but tasted a few mouthfuls of food, and almost vomited himself.

He asked Di Zhen for help with an expression of about to cry, but the other party was also worried that this might provoke Jiang Xun's anger on himself, so he lowered his head to eat without saying a word, pretending not to see someone's face call for help.

Lu Kuang was about to kneel down and give Jiang Xun a loud knock, holding back his tears and boldly asked cautiously: "Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you, in fact, it's not... there's no food, how about I give it to you?" Shall I order takeout?"

Jiang Xun put down his chopsticks, and his gaze skipped over the two people present, making Lu Kuang and Di Zhen feel like they were sitting on pins and needles, and they both wanted to rush to the bedroom and get into Song Yuzhi's bed to escape the coming storm.

Di Zhen twitched the corners of his mouth, making a last effort, and persuaded: "Brother Jiang, if you have something on your mind, you can tell us, let us help you out, don't hold it in your heart, you will ruin yourself of."

"Actually nothing."

Jiang Xun wiped his mouth, he emptied himself, his slightly dull eyes made the two of them feel indescribably terrified, for fear that he would go into the kitchen and pick up a kitchen knife to chop people down, especially when the corners of his mouth raised slightly When he smiled, this fear was magnified to the extreme.

Jiang Xun said: "What are you two brats thinking? I want to say that I'm getting married."

The spreading speed of Lu Kuang's mouth really didn't disappoint Jiang Xun. In just half an hour after he left the house, he received dozens of greeting messages from the Municipal Bureau alone, and even logistics, which usually don't mix much with criminal investigation, received dozens of messages. Xiao Miao also came to ask about his relationship status, gossip and asked him which country he would like to register for marriage, Saipan or Ireland, and recommended Denmark, which has a short marriage registration period and a high degree of recognition, and asked him where he planned to spend his honeymoon How long did it take to check out a lot of tourist attractions that fulfill the girl's princess dream.

However, although this girl seemed to ask a lot of useful and useless questions, she finally went back to the original question like everyone else: "Brother Jiang, how did you and Xiao Song get together? Could it be because Revolutionary friendship?"

Jiang Xun entered the bedroom with his mobile phone, sat cross-legged next to Song Yuzhi, who was taking a nap, and rubbed his face, "Stop pretending, I know you are not asleep, this matter has already spread to the city bureau, you If you go back on your word, then you will be the ultimate scumbag who will always give up when it comes to talking about marriage, I will directly send you to the news headlines and Weibo trending searches to see who else dares to marry you in the future."

Song Yuzhi moved and leaned on his lap, looked up at him and smiled and said, "Who else can I marry but you, and I don't want to see what's going on in the city bureau group."

Jiang Xun looked through the records with some doubts, and saw that after Lu Kuang broke the news that the two of them were planning to get married, the whole group exploded. No discussion, such a one-step notification, no wonder his WeChat has been ringing non-stop.

Bai Jiao Jiao posted a photo of the two of them in the cafeteria at the right time. It was a candid photo. Jiang Xun was biting a steamed stuffed bun with chicken sauce regardless of his image, while Song Yuzhi was smiling and looking at him beside him, his eyes couldn't be concealed. ardent feelings.

Zhou Mi sent a "doubtful" system emoji, "Isn't this the admiration of subordinates for their superiors? I think that's how you guys looked at him when they entered the criminal investigation. It's quite normal."

Gao Ju said quietly: "Zhuge Liang doesn't think of Liu Bei that way."

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A few gossiping policewomen from the traffic police detachment next door said, "It turns out that's true. No wonder I thought the two of them had a romantic relationship before!"

"Wow! The two of them have to have the same looks, and they have to have the same figure, which satisfies all my fantasies about the hero of the novel!"

"From this point of view, if Brother Jiang kidnaps the young master, he will be considered married into a wealthy family, right?"

"What are you talking about, Brother Jiang himself is worth nine figures, so it's not like marrying into a rich family, he's rightly married!"

Jiang Xun put the phone away, turned over and sat on Song Yuzhi's lap, and played with his shoulder-grown hair around his fingers, with a hint of joy in his laziness, "I'm going to marry into a wealthy family too, When does Young Master Song plan to give me a title?"

Knowing that he had arranged such an action purely because he had no idea and was still afraid, Song Yuzhi held his impaled hand and stroked his wound, "You can do it whenever you want, and you can do it now. OK."

"Actually, I understand," Jiang Xun said sadly, "You agreed to marry me because you didn't want me to worry anymore, but no matter which country we got a legal marriage certificate, it is still not recognized in China, so I've been thinking about it for a long time..."

He got up and opened the bedside table, took out a kraft paper bag, took out a few documents from it, read them for a long time, and then handed them to Song Yuzhi, with black and white writing and the title "Determined Custody Agreement".

Jiang Xun said: "This is what your brother thought of for me. Although our relationship is not recognized by domestic law for the time being, as long as you sign this agreement, you can become my intended guardian. From now on, no matter what Birth, old age, sickness and death, we all have reasonable identities to accompany each other, and there will never be... never again..."

At this point, he couldn't go on.

Song Yuzhi hugged him, patted his back lightly, heard his wheezing with a slight wheezing sound, and helped him stroke his chest to let his breath flow.

"I know, I know everything."

"...I don't want to experience that kind of despair anymore, give me a home, Yuzhi... give me a real home."

On that day, they both wrote their names on the agreement. For the two of them, such a simple but highly ceremonial act was no less than writing their names on the marriage registration certificate not long after. Solemnity with the oath.

There were no major disturbances in the next few days, and the two of them seemed to have been forgotten by the world, spending a fairly peaceful recovery period together.

Song Yuzhi has begun to walk on the ground, and the negative effects of injuries and drugs are slowly fading, and he is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In contrast, the injury caused by his own abuse caused the injury to heal for a long time. Jiang Xun, who has difficulty recovering now, is always unable to cheer up, and looks sick every day. "It's good to be young, and you can recover faster than old people" and other nonsense.

After the day Di Zhen came, Song Yuzhi never saw Jiang Xun smoking again, and even the cigarette case at home was cleaned up, which was obviously a good sign of success in quitting smoking.

One day, when Song Yuzhi was cleaning the room, he found an exquisite ZIPPO lighter. Jiang Xun, who had just come out of the bathroom, didn't even have time to wipe the water from his hair, so he ran over to him and explained to him: "Don't get me wrong, I'm really sorry. This one is not smoking, this is a gift from Jiang Zhu before, I was reluctant to clean it up, so I left it for now, and I will return it to him sometime.”

Song Yu only touched the water drops on his abdominal muscles, pressed him on the sofa to help him wipe his wet hair, and couldn't help laughing, "Is that why I'm so sensitive?"

"The smoke thing is okay, the main reason is that I don't want you to think that I am still reluctant to part with the past and the old man. I know you don't think so, but what I can't pass is the test in my heart." Jiang Xun looked at Song Yuzhi anxiously, After deliberating for a long time, I plucked up the courage to speak: "Xiao Yuzi, Jiang Zhu's death day is coming soon. I believe that with the investigative capabilities of the task force, the truth will soon be revealed to the world, and I have to face Jiang Juan. When the time comes , would you like to come with me..."

He always felt that he couldn't say it out loud, and it was outrageous to think about asking his current brother to accompany him to resolve his emotional wound with his former brother.

Song Yuzhi put a towel over his shoulders, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, and smoothed the crease between his brows, "I will go to see him with you, and them. I think in the end, Jiang Zhu forgives him." You, he did not blame you for all the evil things your father did, and gave you the greatest trust and understanding. To him, you are like his other younger brother, and he will not resist you."

Jiang Xun let out a long sigh, looking at the scar on the inside of his wrist that was burned by the cigarette butt, the pain seemed to climb up the nerve again.

"Tell me, is Jiang Yu still alive?"

Song Yuzhi shrugged helplessly, "Just like you, I have been included in the 'dangerous group who cannot know the content of the investigation'. It is not easy to inquire about the information, but since they have been hiding and refusing to disclose the details, then I think at least one of the two people who fell from the plane is still alive."

Speaking of this, the doorbell rang suddenly, and the two of them raised their eyes to look at the door at the same time. Jiang Xun said suspiciously: "No one should come to see us today..." After saying that, he got up and went to open the door.

Song Yuzhi pulled him back, made a silent gesture to him, and stood in front of the cat to peek out. He couldn't see the person's face clearly, but he saw the hat badge on the person's face first.

Guessing that this day would come sooner or later, Song Yuzhi sighed and opened the door resignedly.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the two men standing straight in military uniforms stood at attention and saluted him. Jiang Xun, who only had a bath towel around his waist, was taken aback by this formation, so he hurried back to his room and put on a bathrobe and came out .

One of them nodded to Song Yuzhi, "Officer Song, the chief asked us to invite you home."

Although Song Yuzhi didn't have too much expectation in his heart, he still tried to deal with others, "My injury..."

Before he finished speaking, the other party snapped him back with a single sentence, "The chief knows that your injury is not optimistic, so he arranged for his most trusted military doctor to come with him in advance, and he is waiting downstairs now. It's also to pick you up for recuperation, and I ask Police Officer Song not to refuse."

"I mean... Forget it, can I talk to the old man?"

The orderly had a firm attitude: "Sorry, the chief insists that you must come to him before you can communicate with him. If you don't cooperate..." He pointed at the bewildered Jiang Xun, "We can only take him away together. .”

The author has something to say: Thank you for reading the text, the little cute duck~