Yan Ji gently brushed Jiang Stops' hair with his fingertips. Jiang Stops' eyelashes fluttered, and then he woke up in a daze.
"… You're back. Have you eaten?"
Jiang Stops struggled to get up, but Yan Ji pressed him down, "Go back to sleep."
He got up to heat up the soup. The microwave beeped, and the warm and rich smell of the meat soup drifted out.
Yan Ji didn't just eat plain white rice. He only drank soup and ate meat. The wild partridge meat was soft, tender, and very sweet. The soup with fish gelatin was thick and mellow, and the oil slick was skimmed. Although it wasn't winter outside, and the weather wasn't cold, this big bowl of hot soup with meat and herbs was enough to comfort people from the stomach to the heart and liver.
Jiang Stops lay on the sofa, covering his eyes with his arm, and asked sleepily, "Why are you back so late?"
Yan Ji held a small piece of meat in his mouth and explained the case in detail. He said, "I've sent a notice to the traffic police at all levels. There may be a report at any time. I have to hurry back to the Municipal Bureau at dawn."
The light beside the sofa was at its dimmest, but it was still a little disturbing. Jiang Stops groped in the air and took out a pillow from the depths of the sofa. Ms. Ceng Cui had bought countless pillows for the distribution of goods, and Yan Ji had at least ten pillows on the sofa. He covered his face with the pillow.
Yan Ji snorted.
But before he had time to joke, Jiang Stops said, "That is to say, the group of people who killed Li Yuxin in Jiangyang County was probably ordered by Wang Xingye?"
Yan Ji's original words were firmly blocked, "Yes, it's very likely. The kidnappers Li Yuxin saw at the execution site were all masked in black, so it was difficult to identify their appearance. But she might have seen Wang Xingye through her biological mother, who was a drug addict. If she came to Jianning and met Bu Wei's' uncle ', she would definitely notice that something was wrong. Therefore, Wang Xingye had to silence her. In addition, how did Wang Xingye know that we have already found clues about Li Yuxin, and how did he hire a hitman? These suspicious points can't be explained for the time being. I've already asked people to conduct a comprehensive investigation of Wang Xingye's financial flows and social relationships. "
Jiang Stops mumbled under the pillow for a while, "… But there's no reason."
"What do you mean by no reason?"
"Why does he want to kill me?"
Yan Ji's chopsticks paused.
— Yes, Fan IV.
But then he picked up a loquat flower from the soup as if nothing had happened. "Didn't you say that Fan Si and the hitmen in Jiangyang County were probably not sent by the same employer?"
"I'm just saying it casually. Just listen to me."
"So you admit that you didn't tell the truth at that time?"
Jiang Stops lifted the pillow a little and stared at Yan Ji through the gap. "If your memory is so good, why don't you remember more cases?"
Yan Ji said, "Oh, you're talking back now! Sure enough, you've become more confident after entering the house. Why were you so docile and obedient when we met at Yang Mei's KTV? "
Jiang Stops also laughed. "Don't be so talkative. Speak properly."
Yan Ji drank the last mouthful of soup, got up to wash the dishes, wash his hands, and brush his teeth. Over the sound of running water, he said, "Before Bu Wei confessed, my groundless feeling couldn't be used as evidence to investigate Wang Xingye. So, we have too few clues to make a reliable judgment for the time being. Tomorrow, when the economic investigation and technical team work together to dig up Wang Xingye's background, we'll know what kind of role he plays in King Of Spades's drug cartel and how much contact he has with Fan Si. "
"In short, you continue to be obedient and stay here. It's best if you don't go out alone. Even if you do, you must drive my car." Yan Xuan waved his hand and walked back to the living room. "It doesn't matter if it was Wang Xingye who wanted to kill you or not. A character of that level wouldn't dare to provoke me in Jianning. One more layer of protection, one more layer of safety."
Jiang Stops grunted and sat up with his head heavy.
He wanted to go back to the bedroom to sleep, but before he could stand up, Yan Ji suddenly bent down and picked him up. "Hey!"
Yan Ji carried him from the living room through the hallway like he was carrying a bag. He carried him all the way back to the master bedroom, then threw him on the big bed with a bang and covered him with his whole body.
The lights in the bedroom weren't turned on, and there was only a faint reflection from the living room. Jiang Stops didn't have time to wake up from the dizziness of the fall before he was pressed down firmly by Yan Ji. He was like a warm and heavy wild leopard, and even his breath was sprayed into the collar of his bathrobe.
"It's the middle of the night …"
"Shh."
Yan Ji's fingers slowly slid from Jiang Stops' forehead down to the corners of his eyes, nose, cheeks, and neck. It was as if he was describing a beloved work of art. He used his sense of touch to feel it and used his temperature to worship it. His index and middle fingers, which carried the scent of years of wind, carefully circled the corner of his mouth, but never really touched it.
The bedroom was abnormally quiet, like a turbulent undercurrent at the bottom of the water. On the surface, there was only a faint hint of intertwining breathing.
Yan Ji lowered his head and leaned closer. He asked, "Can I kiss you?"
Jiang Stops didn't say anything.
Yan Ji seemed to have committed some kind of gentlemanly disease. He had to get the other party's consent. "Can I kiss you?"
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