Yan Ji's face was blank. Before he could react, a chill had already instinctively jumped up from his internal organs.
"Yan Ge."
"…"
"Yan Ge?"
Yan Ji turned around and saw that Gao Panqing had already returned from the phone call, "Are you okay?"
"… Oh, I'm fine. I'm just a little tired," Yan Ji said calmly, "How are you doing?"
In fact, what else could a phone call do? Unless Han Xiaomei really wanted to leave the field and go to the office, she would definitely come over. Yan Ji's sentence was just a habit of absent-mindedness. But Gao Panqing was still very concerned and asked, "Why don't you go home and rest first? Driving for eight to nine hours a day is enough. Han Xiaomei will come over later. "
Yan Ji nodded uneasily and couldn't help but glance at the ward through the glass.
Bu Wei had already laid back on the hospital bed. She curled up into a ball and only her thin back was exposed.
"Did you see something wrong, Yan Ge?" Gao Panqing finally noticed the abnormality and raised his chin slightly towards the ward, "Is this girl a little …"
Yan Ji didn't want to talk about this topic and said perfunctorily, "I think I'm overthinking. Where's your Consultant Lu? I'll give him a ride. "
Just then, Jiang Stops came out of the bathroom at the end of the corridor. Yan Ji hurriedly nodded to Gao Panqing and strode forward. He put his arm around Jiang Stops' shoulder and said "Let's go back first" while leading him to the elevator.
Gao Panqing looked at their backs and felt that Yan Ji's posture was unusual.
When they were in the police academy, they had also put their arms around each other's shoulders, but it wasn't like what Yan Ji was doing to Consultant Lu at this moment, where he didn't use his forearm to hook around the other party's neck. Instead, he grabbed the joint between the shoulder and arm and even faintly used force to pull Consultant Lu into his arms.
Looking from behind, Yan Ji didn't look like he was hugging a good friend. Instead, he looked a little protective and possessive.
"… I must have been influenced by Han Xiaomei." Old Gao shuddered and forcefully threw the messy thoughts out of his mind.
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In the end, Yan Ji failed to fulfill his duty as a male to take care of the family and successfully brought Jiang Stops to eat the "real" seafood porridge. As Jiang Stops had woken up at five or six in the morning and had been on a bumpy journey to the crime scene at Tianzong Mountain and back to Jianning City, she was already exhausted and had fallen asleep on the way home.
The G65 stopped steadily downstairs in the residential area. Yan Ji turned off the engine but didn't immediately wake Jiang Stops up.
The dim light from the car roof reflected on his tired but stable eyelids. The ends of his eyelashes trembled slightly with his breathing, like two small, irregular velvet fans.
Although Jiang Stops looked elegant and reserved, his facial features were very clear. His eyebrows were well-defined, his nose bridge was narrow, and his clean skin was slightly reflective. When he was awake and thinking, the outline of his face had a cold aura like that of a marble sculpture. When he was asleep and under the light, his handsomeness, like that of an ink painting, gradually seeped out from inside out.
Yan Ji's breathing was a little rapid, and she forced herself to observe him carefully without emotion.
Now that he was asleep, did he resemble Bu Wei in any way?
Why did she have such a strange feeling when she was in the hospital?
A criminal police officer in his thirties, who was publicly acknowledged to have died in the line of duty and had been in a coma for several years, and a sixteen-year-old girl, who was as beautiful as a camellia flower, shouldn't have any interaction with each other. However, in Yan Ji's fleeting glance, there was a strange connection between them.
— — Was it true, or was there a ghost in her mind?
"…" Jiang Stops moved and said in a daze, "… Yan Ji?"
The murmur was hoarse and languid, and Yan Ji's throat tightened a little. She sat back in the driver's seat uncomfortably, "We're home."
Jiang Stops woke up and was stunned for a while. She let out a muffled "Yes." Then, she pushed the door open and got out of the car with weak limbs.
Yan Ji had already turned to the passenger's door. Before the confused Jiang Stops could step on the pedals, Yan Ji reached out and hugged him. In an instant, Jiang Stops was lifted into the air. Before he could make a sound, Yan Ji carried him down from the high car door. Then, as if nothing had happened, he closed the door and locked it. He coughed and said, "Let's go upstairs."
He tossed the car key up and down, deliberately not looking at Jiang Stops's face, and took the lead into the elevator.
Yan Xuan began to move his daily necessities into the apartment. Clothes, shoes, watches, and all kinds of handy small appliances … Like ants moving, he gradually turned the clean and beautiful apartment into a messy, lively, and full place. Even the air was filled with the lively fragrance of a thirty-year-old bachelor.
In contrast, Jiang Stops, who only had a few changes of clothes, could be considered proletarian. Even the toothpaste was squeezed in Yan Ji's bathroom.
Jiang Stops took a shower. When he came out, it was ten o 'clock.
Maybe it was because he had fallen asleep in the car, but his sleepiness suddenly disappeared without a trace. He even felt a little hungry. Jiang Stops was no longer a young man who could sleep in the morning. If the lights were turned off now, he might wake up in the morning. Therefore, he sat on the edge of the bed for a while, and decided to go to the kitchen to find something to eat and relax.
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