Fast time travel: The delicate beauty becomes the prisoner of the villain

Jiang Zijin nodded.

Her hair was still wet, and water dripped down the ends of her hair, and her beautiful almond eyes were stained with mist.

Fu Jian said, "I'll blow your hair for you."

Fu Fang glanced at him, and said, "Brother, you must be tired from the mission, I'll do this little thing."

The sharp eyes of the two collided, one was sitting and the other was standing, with a sense of sight of the needle pointing at the wheat awning.

Fu Jian said, "I'm not tired."

"You sit down."

Fu Feng didn't know where he put the hair dryer, and he rarely lived in Fu Jian's house, so he hardly stayed overnight.

"I'm not tired either."

As he spoke, he was about to stand up.

Jiang Zijin froze for a moment, she was a little slow to react, and didn't see the difference in the atmosphere between the two.

"It's okay, I can..."

Fu Jian took the hair dryer from the bathroom drawer, stood by the door, and said to Jiang Zijin, "Come here."

Fu Feng narrowed his eyes, and the tip of his tongue touched his cheek.

Isn't it just blowing your hair?

What's so embarrassing.

The hair dryer was held by Fu Jian, so he couldn't just go up and grab it, saying that he would blow it.

Jiang Zijin froze for a moment.

"what?"

Fu Jian repeated, "Come here."

Only then did Jiang Zijin walk in his direction.

"Give me the hair dryer..."

Fu Jian's tone was a little tough, and he didn't give Jiang Zijin a chance to refuse.

"sit down."

A small stool was placed in the bathroom.

Jiang Zijin let out an 'oh' and sat down.

She turned her head and could only see the man's sharp jawline.

After returning home, Fu Jian had already changed out of his police uniform and put on home clothes. The strong muscles under the thin shirt stretched the clothes open, exuding strong male hormones.

The long wet hair was held in the hands of the man, and the warm wind from the hair dryer blew on the scalp and neck.

His hands are also beautiful, with clean manicured nails, well-defined fingers, and thin skin supported by metacarpal bones on the back of the hand, which is skinny and beautiful.

"Is it hot?"

Fu Jian lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the back of her snow-white neck.

Jiang Zijin said, "Just right."

The TV in the living room was turned on, and the news channel continued to pay attention to the homicide in Ning'an Community.

Jiang Zijin chatted casually, "You said..."

"Will the murderer be caught?"

Fu Jian said, "Yes."

His warm fingertips gently pressed Jiang Zijin's scalp, and the calluses on his fingertips rubbed against her snow-white neck, turning that piece of skin red.

Fu Jian's eyes darkened.

Her skin was a little too sensitive, and it turned red just by rubbing it lightly.

How can I stand other touches in the future.

Jiang Zijin shrank her neck a little itchy, "Zhou Zeyu..."

"Is it the police?"

Fu Jian paused, and then said 'hmm'.

The warm wind blowing on the head made people drowsy, Jiang Zijin touched his chin, and began to speculate, "Did the murderer only kill women?"

Fu Jian said: "The victims are all women."

This is no secret, media reporters have already covered the case extensively.

Jiang Zijin said, "Is there anything unusual about Zhou Zeyu at the police station?"

Fu Jian patiently explained to her, "He and I are not in the same detachment. I belong to the General Administration, so I haven't seen him before."

Jiang Zijin said: "It's impossible to change your temperament suddenly, there must be some reason..."

Fu Jian said, "You pay attention to him?"

Jiang Zijin was taken aback, she bit her lower lip, and said in a low voice, "When something like this happened, I must pay more attention to it than usual."

Fu Jian moved closer to her, "If you say there is any opportunity, there is indeed something that makes me feel unusual."

Jiang Zijin straightened her waist, her eyes lit up, "What is it?"

Fu Jian said, "The case is confidential, so it's inconvenient to tell you."

Jiang Zijin lowered her head again, with a dejected expression on her face, as if two ears were drooping down on her head.

"Oh......."

Fu Jian couldn't help touching her head and revealed a little.

"He participated in a secret mission before. After the mission was completed, he was caught by the remnant party and was seriously injured."

Jiang Zijin frowned, "Could it be because of this...?"

Fu Jian didn't speak any more.

Jiang Zijin thought of her main mission, turned to Fu Jian and asked, "What will happen if you catch him?"

Fu Jian brushed her hair, "Look at the law."

Jiang Zijin said, "Then will he come to me again?"

Fu Jian put down the hair dryer and looked into her eyes, "Even if he comes looking for you, I will protect you well."

"So you don't have to be afraid."

......

Jiang Zijin was lying on the bed, everything around her was strange.

This room looked like Fu Feng lived in it, and there was a photo of him and Fu Jian on the bedside table.

The two half-grown boys didn't smile when they took a group photo, and Fu Jian faced the camera with a cold face.Fu Feng frowned, hugged his chest, and didn't seem to like his brother very much.

Jiang Zijin looked at the photo and thought it was a little funny.

She was about to go to bed, and the progress of the system's belated main task rang in her mind.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the main task: find the murderer (and kill the murderer), the completion rate is 50%, please continue to work hard. 】

Jiang Zijin's spirit lifted.

"System, what if Zhou Zeyu keeps hiding and can't come out?"

The system replied quickly, "No."

"You are his bride."

Jiang Zijin had heard this sentence several times from Zhou Zeyu's mouth.

"Why did he choose me?"

The system wanted to speak, but due to the restrictions of the rules, he couldn't say a word.

Jiang Zijin didn't mind if she didn't get a reply, she looked at the ceiling with a little distracted eyes.

"What about the girls who died before?"

The system can't reveal too much, "They are 'sacrifices'."

Jiang Zijin hugged the quilt, half of her face was buried in the quilt.

"Then am I not a sacrifice?"

She didn't understand Zhou Zeyu's killing rules.

The system was silent for a moment, it was difficult to explain to her, and said vaguely: "In this world, no one will really hurt you."

"Neither will he."

.......

After Fu Jian took a shower, a bath towel was loosely wrapped around his waist.

The drops of water slid down his bulging pectoral muscles to his tight abdominal muscles, and there were drops of water all over his face and neck.

He was about to throw the dirty clothes into the laundry basket when he saw Jiang Zijin's underwear inside.

White.

A simple style of women's safety pants.

Usually living alone at home, Fu Jian didn't react when he saw it at first glance.

He stopped the hand that was wiping his hair and glanced at it.

The other hand hanging below his body moved slightly.

The piece of fabric for Jiang Zijin's clothes he took last time no longer smelled of her body.

Fu Jian's dark eyes were heavy, and his expression was serious and focused.

As if thinking about some important national affairs, his thin lips pursed slightly.

Not even a few seconds.

Fu Jian bent down, the black hair on his forehead was still stained with a little water, and his handsome face was full of calm and indifference.

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He took it out of the laundry basket.

*

There was no light in the dark room.

Fu Jian's bedroom is as indifferent as himself, even monotonous, mainly in minimalist black, white and gray.

The curtains were tightly drawn.

The muscular man held the white cloth in his hand, and threw the bath towel tied around his waist under the bed.

There was also a pack of toilet paper on the bed.

He pressed the cloth against his own heat.

The cloth in his hands was crumpled and smoothed, and the sound of ambiguous breathing escaped from his lips in a low voice.

Fu Jian held a mobile phone in his other hand, and Jiang Zijin's live broadcast was played on the mobile phone.

The girl was pressed against the wall of roses, and the moist and passionate kisses wrapped her up.

The dark red lips were red and swollen.