Chapter 43
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When the alarm rang for the eighteenth time, it was finally broken by a strong, bony hand that reached out from under the eiderdown quilt.
At half past ten in the morning, Yan Xiao sat up from the big bed and rubbed his head, which was still dizzy from the hangover. After a full ten minutes, he vaguely recalled the scenes from the City Public Security Bureau's celebration last night.
The 502 frozen corpse case was transferred to the Procuratorate, the Provincial directorate decided to investigate the unknown sniper, the new fentanyl compound was reported to the Ministry of Public Security, and the captain of the special police force, Kang Shuqiang, was successfully out of danger …
In the thunderous applause, Deputy Bureau Chief Wei announced that everyone in the operation could take a three-day break. All the police officers were overjoyed. Qin Chuan and Gou LI kept forcing him to drink. On the way back, he seemed to have received a call from his mother, reminding him not to forget that today he was …
Today he was …
Yan Ji was suddenly enlightened. He instantly sobered up and grabbed his phone to open WeChat.
"Son, meet the daughter of the real estate group's CEO at our Zenith Garden Western Restaurant at noon today. Remember to dress up! Put on a face mask! Your mother. "
"…" Yan Ji put down his phone and turned his head. In the mirror was a face with a bird's nest on top of his head and stubble.
"It's the day to sell myself again," he muttered.
Yan Ji's transformation process was always as magical as the Sailor Moon. Half an hour later, he finished showering and shaving. He took a pair of scissors and sprayed gel on top of his head to set his hairstyle. Then, he picked up a bottle of men's cologne and sniffed it twice. He looked at his face in the mirror for a moment. It was a face that was worth fifty thousand yuan again.
Then, with a towel draped over his shoulder, he walked out of the bathroom naked. He was about to go to the walk-in closet to think about how he should pose and look to collect the 108th "You're a good person", "We can be friends", and "I'm too young for my mother to let me date" cards in his life. Suddenly, he changed his mind and wanted to make a pot of tea to quench his thirst.
So, Deputy Yan walked out of the bedroom, through the living room, and pushed open the door to the pantry.
Yan Ji: "…"
Jiang Stops: "…"
The air suddenly fell into silence. Jiang Stops maintained the action of opening the tea box. He and Yan Ji looked at each other with blank expressions.
"You … how did you …"
Yan Ji's first reaction was, "Why are you here?" Then, he realized that he was the one who had forced the key to her. His second reaction was, "You're really willing to come." Before he could say anything, he swallowed his words. His eyes darted back and forth between the hand hanging in the air at the Jiang Stops and the open tea box. He suddenly realized something, as if he had caught a thief on the spot.
"You drank my wife's tea again!"
Jiang Stops put his hands behind his back. "No."
"The water is ready!"
"I really didn't."
"The last time you brought it to the scene, you said it was specially made for me, but in reality, you drank it all!"
"It's a misunderstanding."
Yan Ji strode forward and pulled out the bottom layer of the red sandalwood box. He confidently put the half-eaten tea cake in front of Jiang Stops' nose. "Then tell me, who drank this?!"
Jiang Stops: "Han Xiaomei."
Yan Ji slowly approached, inch by inch. Jiang Stops had no choice but to lean back.
"Look into my eyes and say it again." Their noses were only inches apart. Yan Ji stared intently into Jiang Stops' eyes. His voice was low and full of pressure. "Who drank it? Han Xiaomei, or you?"
"…" Jiang Ting raised her hand and pointed downwards. Her mask, which was so calm that it was almost indifferent, finally cracked a little.
"Can you put on your pants first?"
Yan Ji looked down. The organ congestion of a normal man in the morning and after a bath was clear and obvious. If he moved forward a little more, he would be right in front of the police flower.
"… What are you complaining about?" Yan Ji's face was a little red. He said arrogantly, "This is called male capital. Do you understand?!"
Jiang Stops looked like he wanted to say something. Yan Ji snorted heavily and turned to leave like a victorious general. As soon as he left Jiang Stops' line of sight, he immediately covered his back and slipped back to the bedroom.
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The minute hand passed more than half a circle. Yan Ji was like a young elite from a wealthy family. He was wearing a custom-made shirt and trousers. Ordinary people had to queue for half a year to get a pair of custom-made leather shoes. He drove a car that was about the same price as the watch. He looked at himself in the side mirror. Sure enough, he was a completely different person from the man who just woke up in the morning for a walk.
Yan Ji glanced at the front passenger seat. "How is it?"
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