hello little angel

Jiang Feng took Chao Xingyu back to his yard, the hall was empty, and Old Wu had already left at some point.

"Do you have any clues about the identity of the person who lives in Yan's house?"

Everything that can be explained has been explained. Except for the matter of the Tongshenhui, Jiang Feng is not qualified to disclose it until he has received clear instructions from the report. For the rest, he almost told Chao Xingyu that his identity is doubtful. Short-term strangers.

He subconsciously trusted him, and of course, wanted to gather some information from Chao Xingyu.However, the little guy remained silent all the way. At this time, he hung his head listlessly and did not answer his questions.

Not quite right.

There was an extra warmth on his forehead, Chao Xingyu raised his head, it was Jiang Feng who felt his temperature with the back of his hand.

"Are you running a fever?" Jiang Feng frowned, the temperature on the back of his hand was not low.

Zhao Xingyu patted that hand away, his little face was flushed, his eyes were misty, and he looked a little dull: "He is Yan Shizhi."

"Confused?" Jiang Feng pressed him to sit down, turned on the incandescent lamp, turned his back and rummaged through the cabinet to find medicine, and said, "Yan was buried not long ago. I'm asking about the relationship with you in the past few days." The person who was with him, did he say anything suspicious, or did anything suspicious."

"You don't believe me..." Chao Xingyu whispered.

"what?"

Chao Xingyu's eardrums ached from Jiang Feng's noises of tossing things and talking.

"You're so noisy, can you be quiet..." He complained in a low voice, pursing his lips in dissatisfaction.

Jiang Feng raised his eyebrows, almost laughing angrily.

The slightly rough tiger's mouth caught his small chin, Zhao Xingyu was forced to raise his head, and met the sharp-eyed Jiang Feng.

A cold thing was pasted on his forehead, making Zhao Xingyu narrow his eyes unconsciously and comfortably.

"Fever-reducing stickers. I only have this thing, you can take it for a while, I will take you to the county tomorrow morning, where it is safer." Jiang Feng quickly pinched the soft skin under his hands, feeling like hot spring water.

His gaze uncontrollably lingered on Chao Xingyu's face. The young boy's cheeks were soft and pure, his facial features were small and delicate, and he was naturally pitiful. Jiang Feng felt the part he was holding was warm and fragile, as if he It can hurt him with force.

Jiang Feng had never seen such a young man, soft and white, clear and lovely.

"Yeah." He blinked, a drop of water was on the tip of his eyelashes, and his voice was soft and soft: "Thank you, Jiang Feng."

As soon as his ears became hot, Jiang Feng felt numbness in his hands and feet.

His father, did he hit the devil?Jiang Feng bit the tip of his tongue, hurriedly let go of Chao Xingyu, placed him in the room, and consciously made the floor, sleeping next to Chao Xingyu's bed.

Chao Xingyu was in a daze from the fever, looked at the dark silhouette lying under the bed in a large font, and asked hoarsely: "Do you still don't know my name?"

The lights in the room were not turned on, and after a while, Jiang Feng let out an "um" in the darkness, as if very dissatisfied.

"My name is Chao Xingyu, Chaoyang's Chao." He was short of breath, took a small breath to say a word, and added with great effort: "You are not allowed to check me..."

He said no.He was clearly bossy, but the command words that Jiang Feng hated the most in his life, when they came out of Chao Xingyu's mouth, changed their taste for no reason, with a hint of coquettishness, making people willing to compromise...

Jiang Feng quickly came to his senses, what the hell was he doing?I can't wait to make myself more normal!

04:30am.

Jiang Feng leaned on his arm, raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

Zhao Xingyu also had shortness of breath in his dream. He curled up in a small ball under the quilt, unconsciously leaning close to the bed, as if waiting for someone to hug him gently.

"Alas..." Jiang Feng sighed and sat up resignedly.He is tall and big, even if he is sitting on the floor, he has to bend down to see Zhao Xingyu next to the bed.

"Is it hard, do you want some water?" Jiang Feng asked softly, brushing his index finger over his sweaty forehead hair, soaking his body temperature.

Zhao Xingyu felt his gentle touch, and a familiar shadow appeared in his hazy dream.He reached out, grabbed Jiang Feng's forearm, and whispered: "Fu Bai..."

"What?" Jiang Feng didn't hear clearly, and leaned closer to him with the strength of a milk cat in his hand.The next moment, a pair of Yingying arms wrapped around Jiang Feng's neck, and his fingers gently held his thick hair ends, and did not move.

Chao Xingyu subconsciously rubbed her cheek against him, humming comfortably, buried her little face in his warm neck, and settled down like that.

Jiang Feng was made stiff by his series of attachment and intimacy movements, but his forehead was hot and his heart was beating fast.He kept his upper body leaning against the head of the bed and being dragged down by someone, while his lower body sat cross-legged on the ground in a distorted posture, cursing himself inwardly.

He's still a kid, he's a kid, he's not conscious, he's not conscious, he's not conscious...

"You...let go of your hand first, okay?"

Jiang Feng stretched out his hand with difficulty, and pushed his shoulder through the thin quilt.Feeling this thrust, Zhao Xingyu turned over dissatisfied, and slid off the edge of the bed.

Jiang Feng hurriedly reached out to pick it up, and fell on the floor, Zhao Xingyu was still clinging to his neck, his little head resting on his shoulder, curled up his legs and sleeping on his chest obediently.

Jiang Feng smelled the vaguely sweet fragrance coming from his body, he closed his eyes tightly, ignoring the uncontrollable reaction from somewhere, picked up the bedding with his long arms, and covered his body tightly.

"What kind of purgatory is this..." Jiang Feng sighed resignedly.

*

Zhao Xingyu woke up amidst the turbulence.

The first image I saw when I opened my eyes was a rickety field and a sharp but unshaven jaw.

They were sitting behind a tin tricycle.

"woke up?"

Seeing him open his eyes, Jiang Feng quickly took out a thermos cup from his bag, poured the vegetables and porridge he had prepared earlier into the lid of the thermos cup, subconsciously blew on it, and then carefully handed it to Chao Xingyu's mouth.He didn't sleep all night, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant: "Eat something, it's still some distance from the county."

Zhao Xingyu stared at him with wide eyes and didn't move for a while.

Jiang Feng was calm on the surface, but in fact he was digging his toes: Why should I use my mouth to blow porridge for him!Grind or not!He won't dislike it, does he feel disgusted?

"...Why don't you eat?" Jiang Feng kept looking at him nervously, until Chao Xingyu lowered his head and sipped the porridge from his hand, and finally relaxed.

"Why don't you take another car?" Zhao Xingyu felt uncomfortable from being knocked to the ground, he stretched his legs, only to find that he was sitting in Jiang Feng's arms.

Jiang Feng leaned back, got up from Chao Xingyu and sat beside him, his arms were so empty that he was in a trance for a moment.

"The car I took here must be approved by the village chief."

Since he dared to attack Chao Xingyu, Jiang Feng wasn't sure if he and Old Wu were also under suspicion.

Half of Chao Xingyu's head sticks out of the guardrail, and every time the wheels run over a mud puddle, he purses his lips and frowns tightly.

"Do you want to throw up?" Normally, Jiang Feng would have teased him that he was squeamish and could not bear a bit of hardship, but looking at Zhao Xingyu's pale and sickly side face, all these nonsense words would be swallowed automatically, It turned into a concern that Jiang Feng couldn't get used to: "It will be better if you lean on me, and it's fine if you vomit, you don't have to bear it."

After saying these words, Jiang Feng himself felt that he was hypocritical. He has lived for more than 20 years, when did he say these words to others?Even in the police academy, when a group of brothers were trained by the instructors to vomit, diarrhea and unable to get out of bed, he was always provocative, saying that it was shameful for a group of big men to act like they were dead, and they couldn’t die. howl?

But Chao Xingyu is a special case that he didn't expect, he should not suffer or be sad, he should be taken care of all the time, as if God specially sent Chao Xingyu to cure his machismo, let him be labeled as The label of the shameful double-standard dog inevitably grows out of the heart.

Therefore, the wicked will be reaped, and Jiang Feng himself will be tortured by others.

Chao Xingyu didn't know what Jiang Feng was thinking randomly, he just glanced at him, shook his head to reject the concern, and didn't notice Jiang Feng's momentary stiffness.

He didn't dare to open his mouth to speak, for fear that he would vomit when he opened his mouth.

It was less than ten o'clock when we arrived at the county seat, Jiang Feng touched Chao Xingyu's forehead, maybe it was because of sweating last night, it wasn't so hot anymore.

This is a small county town. The streets a few meters wide are crowded with people. The buildings are not high. Most of them are self-owned houses with two or three floors. The bottom floor is used for business. Gizmos.

Jiang Feng dragged people to the hospital first. The hospital was small and quiet. Even the nurse at the front desk had to call several times before appearing leisurely.

"Which department?" The little nurse put on a mask and glanced at him.

"Internal medicine." Jiang Feng replied coldly.

"Oh, please give me your ID card." The little nurse stretched out her hand.

"I didn't bring it when I was in a hurry, can I read my number?" Jiang Feng said without blushing, so Zhao Xingyu pretended to be "Jiang Feng" with an urban household registration.

The doctor who treated Chao Xingyu was an old woman, very kind, and her voice was gentle: "What are the symptoms? Does your throat hurt?"

Chao Xingyu thought about it slowly, Jiang Feng glanced at him, and said, "It's mainly dizziness, some coughing, tonsils may be swollen, but no runny nose."

The doctor nodded and asked again, "Where's the temperature?"

Jiang Feng naturally took the thermometer that Chao Xingyu handed over, and looked up for a moment: "38 degrees two... It should have been higher last night. I was sweating for a few hours wrapped in a quilt, and I felt more comfortable today."

"Yeah, it's not a big problem, just take some medicine and you'll be fine." After writing the prescription, the doctor touched the top of Chao Xingyu's head: "You have a good brother, he will take care of you and you will recover soon, don't worry .”

Good brother?Chao Xingyu took a look at Jiang Feng who had to bow his head to avoid being hit when he went out, and cursed: How do they look alike?

At noon, the two casually found a noodle restaurant for lunch.Chao Xingyu lost his appetite, so he ate two chopsticks, and the rest went into Jiang Feng's stomach.

"Why are you languishing again? You have to watch the road when you walk." Jiang Feng looked at Chao Xingyu who was staring at Misty, and pulled him back before he buried his head and bumped into a passerby.He sighed, squatted down on the street, and put the person on his back firmly: "Sleep when you are sleepy, and I will arrange the rest."

There was a steady breathing sound next to his ear, Jiang Feng was relieved, he covered the person with one hand, and dialed the phone with the other hand.

*

"The file has been sent back, take a look for yourself."

"Well. It's a big case..."

Zhao Xingyu sat up from the bed, his drowsy head gradually regained clarity.He looked up, and Jiang Feng was sitting at the end of the bed with his back to him, with a computer on his lap, a phone in one hand, and a cigarette in the other, unlit.

There was a moldy smell in the air, outside the hotel's blurred glass windows, it was raining, Jiang Feng's voice was mixed with the sound of the rain, a little heartless.

"Bai Qingchuan keeps it secret for now. There are still two murder cases on my side that have not been investigated clearly, so don't act rashly..." Jiang Feng paused and continued: "I have an important witness here, send someone to pick him up , to ensure his safety, yes, just today."

"I won't go." Chao Xingyu said, "I can help you."

Jiang Feng didn't look back, pretending he didn't hear it.

"Whether it's the village chief or... the Yan family, you need me, Jiang Feng."

"Fever gone?" Jiang Feng interrupted him.

Zhao Xingyu nodded.

Jiang Feng put the phone away from his ear, walked to the head of the bed, and stroked Chao Xingyu's cheek with the back of his hand.

It feels warm and cool, and the fever has subsided.

"Do you really want to stay? It might be dangerous." Jiang Feng poured him a glass of water, continued to nod towards Xing Yu, and looked at him seriously.

Jiang Feng clicked his tongue, frowned, and dismissed the colleague on the other end of the phone, feeling that he was really unprincipled.

He sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out a little finger to Chao Xingyu, and said in a serious tone: "It's agreed, you can stay, and you have to report to the police uncle next to you, that is me, if you do anything, you know? "

"knew."

"You are a civilian. When encountering any danger, you must first think of calling the police and protect yourself first. Can you do it?"

"OK."

"That's good." The two hooked their fingers together, and Jiang Feng smiled maliciously: "From now on, can you call Feng brother?"

"……"no.

Seeing the change in his expression, Jiang Feng amused himself, his handsome face was slightly tilted back, and his white teeth were showing in a smile.

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