kiss goodnight

Wen Ke has been maintaining his composure all the time. When he came back from taking the cake, he saw Jiang Yian's various reactions, and his heart ached like a splitting heart. When he was alone, the hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and even his breathing was a little unsteady.

The nearly collapsed emotions were gently resolved by Wen Ke word by word, Jiang Yi'an's brows and eyes gradually relaxed, a slight smile appeared on his face, but he said apologetic words: "I have caused you trouble again."

Wen Ke clamped his chin with his index finger and middle finger, and swayed left and right: "Didn't I say it a long time ago, I am the best at solving troubles."

Seeing that Jiang Yi'an's expression returned to normal, Wen Ke said softly, "Wait for me, I'll go wash up."

Jiang Yi'an grabbed his neck and said, "I can't go."

Wen Ke enjoyed Jiang Yi'an's initiative, but said, "So clingy."

Jiang Yi'an rubbed his eyes on his shoulder, and generously admitted: "Well, do you dislike me?"

"It's too late to like it." The squatting position was not very comfortable, Wen Ke held Jiang Yi'an up, and pressed his back against the wall to deepen the hug: "I don't mind."

Jiang Yi'an sniffed, looking at being moved, only to remember that he hadn't replied to Wen Ke's words: "I promise you, no matter what happens, we will face it together."

Wen Ke squeezed his waist twice, and joked in a relaxed tone: "If you have time to think wildly, why don't you think more about how to hurt me."

Jiang Yi'an was hypocritical: "Is it hurting to hear that the police officer is still short of people?" He whispered, "There are team members and friends..."

Hearing this, Wen Ke decided to lose face and compete with Jiang Yian, who would be more jealous, and said childishly: "Ten years ago, you slept in the same bed as your teammates."

Jiang Yi'an was stunned, and didn't know how to answer it for a while, so he returned to the conversation without hesitation, and added a superficial kiss: "Hurry up and love you."

Wen Ke lowered his head and touched the tip of his nose: "Thank you, little slimy."

Just at night, it was still early, Jiang Yi'an was coaxed back to his spirit by Wen Ke, and decided to eat the cake first, and then go to sleep steadily.Standing at the dining table and unpacking, there is a thick layer of white cream on the surface, dotted with two rosy strawberries, there are no extra words and blessings.

Jiang Yi'an picked up the exquisitely carved patterned candles on the side, and asked Wen Ke: "Why are there only two?"

Wen Ke took out two cans of beer from the refrigerator and opened them with one hand: "It doesn't represent age, it represents the number of people."

Jiang Yi'an took it and took a sip, his eyes full of longing: "Will there be two candles every year in the future?"

Wen Ke raised his eyebrows and jokingly said, "No matter how hard we both try, it might be enough to make one more."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Yi'an walked around half of the table, leaned in front of Wen Ke, raised his chin and smiled with the corner of his lips: "How hard are you?"

Wen Ke: "..." The hole I dug myself is deadly enough.

In a room with no lights on, moonlight and candlelight are intertwined, there are two people at a dining table, Jiang Yi'an crossed his fingers, and the wish he made is still "I hope all of Wen Ke's wishes will come true".

Satisfied, he ate more than half of the cake, and kept the rest in the refrigerator. After washing, Jiang Yi'an went back to the bedroom and lay down on his back. Wen Ke sat beside him, watching him touch Winnie the Bear for a while, and touch the acoustic guitar for a while.

Wen Ke asked, "What are you talking about?"

Jiang Yi'an said frankly: "Catch something and hold it at ease, for fear of having nightmares."

After finishing speaking, the light in front of him suddenly dimmed, his warm palm lifted Jiang Yian's bangs, Wen Ke leaned forward, and a kiss fell on his forehead: "Don't worry, sleep."

Jiang Yi'an stared at him: "This kind of thing is addictive."

Wen Ke said: "Then make it a habit."

The night was darker, and there was silence outside the window. Jiang Yi'an fell asleep again, Wen Ke stayed by until the early morning, closed the bedroom door, sat on the sofa in the living room, took out his mobile phone, and clicked on the surveillance video sent by Han Xiaojun.

At 29:5, at the "Ursa Little" bakery three kilometers east of Xinjiekou, a Mercedes-Benz is parked by the road in the lower left corner of the gray and white screen, and no one around is approaching.With the moving timeline, within [-] minutes, the only movement on the entire street was a man and woman arguing, other than that, there was no obvious abnormality.

Due to Wen Ke's occupational disease, he pays too much attention to vehicles. The bakery is located at the corner of the long street. In Jiang Yi'an's field of vision, there are a total of four cars that can be seen with a high probability.Wen Ke watched this video several times over and over again, guessing that it was probably the excessive physical conflict between men and women that reminded Jiang Yian of bad experiences. He turned off the screen and raised his hands to knead his sore temples, taking a long breath.

The next day was Monday, and Wen Ke went to work on time. When he learned that the traffic police detachment would come to inspect the work in the afternoon, he prepared Yan Ming's favorite drink Jin Junmei early. After the plan was over, he invited him to sit in the office and talk about a major event in life .

Once a month's routine inspection was carried out step by step, Yan Ming greeted the cadres in the team and signaled him to take Wen Ke's car back to the police force.

After taking the teacup, Yan Ming sat on the stool in front of Wen Ke's desk. Seeing that he looked serious and his expression was rarely upright, he waited for a while, but he didn't hear any movement, so he asked curiously: "Is there anything else that can be done?" Something that makes you feel uncomfortable?"

Wen Ke lit a cigarette and handed it to Yan Ming, and then he was himself. He leaned against the window with his arms crossed, and said embarrassedly: "Sit down a little more firmly."

Half an hour later, just as Xie Rong pushed the office door open a narrow gap, he was forced back a few steps by the pungent smell of smoke.Yan Ming came out of the room with a gray face, with a complex expression of sadness and pain, and a trace of shock and disbelief.

Yan Ming paused, turned to Wen Ke and said, "Give your aunt a few days to accept."

Wen Ke nodded: "I understand."

Yan Ming shook his head and pointed at someone with a police hat: "How could you kid..."

Wen Ke said, "Thank you, uncle and aunt, for your understanding."

With a heavy sigh, Yan Ming saw Xie Rong's visit, so he asked the instructor to give him a hard time.Xie Rong walked into the house in a daze, closed the door, sat down, and looked at Wen Ke: "What did you do to Team Yan? There are half a hundred people, and you can still be so worried."

Wen Ke threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, said nothing, changed the subject and asked, "Is there any progress?"

Although Xie Rong came empty-handed, Wen Ke was not disappointed: "We have found out the forces behind 'Hua Feng'."

Wen Ke expected it: "Tell me."

Xie Rong scratched his hair, turned his face up to blow air on the air conditioner, his expression was not clear: "You guessed it right, the one who shielded them is indeed one of the largest groups in Jingnan, which means that without conclusive evidence, we have Huafeng' investigation can only go so far."

Wen Ke said coldly: "Name."

Xie Rong said: "'Shengwei'."

Wen Ke didn't show his face, and listened to Xie Rong talking about the "Shengwei Group": "A century-old enterprise, last year's total asset integration was second in the south, and this year launched three real estate projects. The stock has soared. The consortium is also cooperating. If their people are really helping 'Huafeng' to excuse, our future will be very difficult."

Xie Rong continued: "Some questions were too explicit when verifying the funds. 'Huafeng' probably could have sensed our intention to change the direction of the investigation. The death penalty has been imposed, and all those who were betrayed by him have been arrested and brought to justice. The case has come to an end for the time being, and I am afraid it will be really difficult to... No, Team Wen, what are you laughing at?"

Wen Ke casually glanced at Xie Rong, and skillfully manipulated the metal lighter in his hand. He raised his eyes and looked out the window with a smile: "If it's really 'Shengwei', it will be much easier."

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