kiss goodnight

When Wen Ke returned to the team after finishing his mission, he saw a row of sleepy young men sitting on the steps at the door.The dim yellow light above the head is projected on the uncleaned first snow, reflecting a piece of shimmering and dazzling broken light.

Duan Yang hangs his nerves with only a thin consciousness. In his blurred vision, he saw a familiar figure, tall and handsome. He opened his eyes immediately, and the fans rushed towards him enthusiastically like seeing a star: "Boss!"

A row of young people "pulsated" back together, got up one after another, and formed a circle to greet them: "Squad Wen."

Wen Ke was dumbfounded by the posture of the little police officers under him, raised his hand and gave Duan Yang a headache, untied the top three buttons of the police uniform, and moved his sore shoulders and necks: "It's not so late! Back to the dormitory to sleep?"

"Hey." Duan Yang covered his forehead and laughed twice.

Wen Ke was so familiar with the group of children he brought out, he didn't even need to look at the expression on Duan Yang's face to know what he was holding back, and asked, "What's the reason this time?"

"Xiao Han's birthday!" Duan Yang winked at Han Xiaojun, Han Xiaojun was the most shy among them, he would blush when lying, so he kept silent and just nodded.

"None of you are born in winter." Wen Ke lowered his eyes, took off his gloves, and kneaded his frozen fingers.

Duan Yang covered his chest with a playful smile: "Boss, you have a really good memory, I'm a little moved."

"Stop flattering me." Stepping up three steps, Wen Ke patted the crystal snow particles that fell on his hat, "Wait for me for 10 minutes."

"Boss, I love you!" Duan Yangjun stood upright, with a huge heart raised on his arm.

In the dark corridor, voice-activated lights came on one by one. Wen Ke pushed open the wooden door at the end, walked into the office, and took off his black traffic police uniform.The faint light shines through the window, depicting a muscular and tight silhouette, wide shoulders and narrow waist, giving a very bewitching sense of strength.

He changed into a set of shirts and jeans, and wore a light coffee-colored windbreaker, which made his legs even taller and taller.

Duan Yang stood on the side of the road and stopped three taxis.When Wen Ke came out, he eagerly opened the back door: "Boss, I've booked a seat for Global."

Wen Ke squinted at him: "Have you become a member there?"

"Oh." Duan Yang got into the car on his heels, with the heat blowing against his face, he leaned comfortably against Wen Ke, "I don't let us pay the bill every time, I want to save you some money, it's cheaper to become a member Quite a few."

Wen Ke looked upright, and said in a deep voice, "Sit down."

"That's it." Duan Yang agreed, moved his body, raised his hand to grab his little curly hair.After not stopping for 2 minutes, he leaned over again and asked with a smile, "Boss, are you 28 this year?"

Wen Ke lowered his head and slid open the phone screen, and there were more than 100 WeChat messages reminding him that all the sons and brothers in the water asked him to go out on New Year's Day.He replied uniformly: on duty.

The light from the screen was reflected in the dark and deep pupils, Wen Ke raised his eyes, and looked at the gossiping Duan Yang: "Yes."

"Han Xiaojun already has a girlfriend." Duan Yang said frankly, "When will I have a sister-in-law?"

The work of the traffic police is boring and trivial, with many rules and restrictions, which make these children sneak out to vent their pressure whenever they find an opportunity. Wen Ke said: "With my sister-in-law, I can't cover you to go to the bar."

Duan Yang's facial features tightened, and he frowned sadly: "I'm sorry, sister-in-law, you'd better come back later."

The driver who heard it "clucked" straight music.

Global is not far from the traffic police brigade. If it is not snowing, they usually run for seven or eight kilometers in order to improve their physical fitness.Not long after, the taxi stopped along the road, Duan Yang opened the door, turned around: "Hey boss."

Shouting, Wen Ke's brain ached: "So what?"

Duan Yang: "I just remembered that my mother will come to see me in Jingnan tomorrow, and I may have to take half a day off in the afternoon."

Wen Ke nodded in agreement, and when the two approached Global side by side, Wen Ke took out the keys to the Mercedes-Benz in the pocket of his windbreaker and threw it to Duan Yang: "Has the hotel been booked yet?"

Duan Yang caught it steadily, his eyes widened, and he held it with both hands: "It's, it's fixed, boss, this..."

Wen Ke stomped off the snow on his shoes, and tilted his head towards the door: "Let's go."

The walls on both sides of the descending stairs are full of exaggerated and colorful graffiti. When you turn a corner, your sight line is folded. Inside the double-open soft door, there is a world of feasting and feasting hidden.The dancing arms beat the beat in the air, the keyboard player of the band changed the key, the electric guitar kept up, and the death heavy metal caused the audience to scream.

Wen Ke sat in A01 calmly and self-sufficiently, raised his chin towards Duan Yang, and signaled with his eyes, "Go get the wine".He took off the long windbreaker and folded it aside. Duan Yang brought Wen Ke's favorite cherry brandy first, and then went to get his favorite vodka.

The demons swayed on the dance floor, and the smell of perfume and tobacco mingled.A woman in a short skirt walked towards Wen Ke holding a glass of whiskey, with bright red high heels on her feet, twisted her waist and sat next to him, and asked with a smile, "Alone?"

With just one glance of a pair of stern eyes, the woman fell on his shoulder like a lost soul: "Do you have an appointment tonight?"

Wen Ke smiled, and politely refused: "You are not my type."

The overhead light flickered back and forth, and Wen Ke spun the wine glass in his hand around, and the sharp-edged features were reflected in the eyes of the woman, possessing the most infatuating charm.She smiled and said, "I haven't even tried it, how do I know if I don't like it?"

Wen Ke saw Duan Yang come back with a few glasses of wine, and whispered to the person beside him, and the other party obediently left the booth.

Looking over the edge of the cup, Duan Yang stared at the back of the woman leaving in frustration, and asked curiously: "Boss, what did you tell someone, teach me, although no one sticks to me, but in case someone Not long-eyed, but I don't like..."

After finishing speaking, Duan Yang slumped his shoulders and sighed: "I can't hope that I will be better."

Wen Ke bit the smile off his lips, and took a sip of the brandy in the goblet.

Duan Yang raised his hand and brushed his self-rolled bangs, and continued to sincerely ask for advice: "How should I politely refuse someone?"

There was some humor in Wen Ke's calm tone: "Just say you like men."

"Ah?" Duan Yang showed a look of astonishment, the child is too innocent, he takes everything he hears seriously, and his eyes quickly passed the person sitting in front of him from head to toe, "Boss, you..."

"If it's a man who's harassing you, just say you like women."

Duan Yang let out a "Oh" and nodded his head: "Understood, what if there is someone who is fascinated by you, who is not soft, but who is hard when you stalk him?"

Wen Ke raised half of his eyebrows: "Is it difficult to attack the police?"

Duan Yang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled "puchi", and gave his boss a thumbs up.

At the end of the song, the atmosphere climbed to the boiling point, the prolonged cheers and applause fell, and then left a small blank space, leaving only a few sparse conversations.Wen Ke shook the glass held under his fingertips, looking aimlessly. Inadvertently, he noticed a man wearing a baseball cap standing in the narrow shadows on the side of the stage.

She was dressed in black, quietly blending into the darkness of the surroundings. The open jacket was dangling at the waistline, so thin that she seemed to be able to grasp it.The neck is slender, and a mask is covering the face, revealing only a pair of blurred eyes.

All the band members left, and a moment later, the man followed another guitarist onto the stage, sat on the high stool restrainedly, hooked off the mask with his index finger, but lowered the brim of his hat even lower.

A pointed and thin chin, full lips, a few thin hairs hanging by the ears, no hairstyle can be seen.

What followed was a soft blues ditty. Wen Ke looked away, put down the wine glass in his hand, and said to Duan Yang, "I'm going to the bathroom."

He stood up from the booth, and before he could move, he froze.

The voice mixed with a bit of magnetism is piercing to the ear, whether it is ventilation or articulation habits, Wen Ke is most familiar with it.He turned around, and his originally unfocused gaze was fixed on the lead singer on the stage like a falcon.

You disappeared for two years, so you are here.

Jiang Yi'an.

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