Shen Shizhen

Ji's sudden appearance surprised all the girls in the store. Ji Chuan smiled back at everyone's enthusiastic greetings, while Yuer had already moved from the bar to the dead corner of the surveillance.

After Ji Chuan quickly helped Old Pod finish the order, he sat across from Yuel. Looking at Ji Chuan who was holding two glasses of milk in his hand, Yuel raised his head and asked, "Why not coffee."

"Because I like to drink milk." Ji Chuan was honest as always.

Yuel slid his fingertips casually along the rim of the cup: "I heard that Ivan's uncle passed away a while ago because of drunk driving."

Ji Chuan didn't expect that what Yuer told him was Ai Fan's private matter: "Yes."

"Drunk driving again." Yule smiled.

Ji Chuan tightened his hand holding the cup: "What do you mean?"

Yule looked at him deeply with a pair of green eyes: "Didn't you guess everything."

Ji Chuan: "Fran is different from China. Alcoholism is considered a disease here, and the prevalence rate is as high as 90.00%."

Yule twisted the hair around his ears: "Then I'll tell you now."

Ji Chuan staggered Yuer's gaze, and looked down at the thick milk foam in his cup: "Ai Fan doesn't have a good relationship with his family."

Yuer began to study the oriental boy in front of him as if he had discovered some new continent, and smiled: "So you can also protect your weaknesses."

To be honest, Ji Chuan has always felt that Yuer is a bit fascinated, not in the general sense, but when he stays with him, Ji Chuan finds that he can't get nervous at all, and he can't appreciate the cautiousness of his colleagues when facing him. , the whole person was inexplicably relaxed.

Ji Chuan also smiled: "Why do you say that, have you known me for a long time?"

Yuer's pretty face, which can't be seen in age, is full of contentment, and there is no trace of a fugitive at all: "I just think Ivan is too boring."

Ji Chuan didn't care much: "You know again."

Yule narrowed his beautiful eyes meaningfully: "Hmm, I also know that you were forced to come back from a dead body."

Ji Chuan paused: "Then why is Ai Fan's eyes still not getting better?"

Yule's slender fingers tapped the wall of the cup: "Because of you."

Seeing that Ji Chuan was silent, Yuer continued: "In fact, your ID card has already been obtained, but Walker has kept it in his hands. Of course, my personal wish is to hope that you pack and return to China as soon as possible."

Then Yule added: "But he can't do without you."

Ji Chuan had never discussed this issue with anyone, not even Garcia. After a long silence, he said dryly, "What the hell am I?"

"You think that you are just an ordinary person who knows nothing, why can you cause problems with Ivan's eyes? You also always think that what Rebecca said is right. You can't help him except to cause trouble. , It’s not worth Ivan’s eyes at all.” Yuer seemed to have opened Ji Chuan’s book and read out all the thoughts in his heart.

Ji Chuan pressed his Jingming acupoint: "You are also a psychic."

This is a statement sentence, not a question sentence, but Yule shook his head unexpectedly: "No, I'm just like you, just an ordinary person."

"How is it possible?" This is a rare rising tone for Ji Chuan.

"We have the same blood on our bodies, my dear." Saying that, Yule stood up.

Ji Chuan raised his head subconsciously, looking at the man whose expression was not clear against the light.

Yuel leaned down and whispered to him in a gorgeous uvula: "Braveness is probably something in our genes."

Then Ji Chuan was completely stunned by the man's next actions.

On the fourth floor opposite, I managed to find an angle where I could barely see the surveillance camera of the two of them—it was a surveillance surveillance at the entrance of their police station across the road—couldn’t hear what the two of them were saying, so they could only watch from a distance.

Ai Fan, who couldn't see it, felt the surrounding air suddenly quiet down: "What's wrong?"

Kirk stammered a little: "He, he, he kissed Ji..."

Ai Fan couldn't sit still for a moment, and the anger in his deep voice could not be concealed: "Where did you kiss!"

The monitoring angle is not good, Yule leaned over and completely blocked everyone, Kirk quickly comforted: "Boss, boss, maybe it's nothing, it's just our angle..."

Ivan stopped dawdling, turned around and walked downstairs, even if he couldn't see the way from the office to Pod's store, he could walk by himself.

As soon as Ji Chuan raised his eyes, he saw Ai Fan coming out of the opposite police station. Today was the weekend, and the traffic volume on the road really made Ji Chuan feel at ease, and he could no longer care about Yuer in front of him.

Almost running across the road, stopped Ai Fan who was about to run a red light, Ji Chuan was very angry: "Are you crazy? It's a red light now!"

Ai Fan grabbed Ji Chuan's wrist: "What did he just say? What did he just do!"

Lester, who came out of the police station, pulled Ivan's hand away: "I thought you knew a little bit about the seriousness, so I didn't follow right away. Do you have any self-knowledge!"

Yuer, who slowly followed behind, said with pity: "You should really see how you squeezed your Chuan Chuan's wrist."

As soon as Ai Fan heard Yuer's voice, he was not calm, but when he was about to attack, he was stopped by Yuer's words: "Be careful, don't wait until the person is gone to know how ruthless."

It was another bad breakup. They seemed to have nothing to do with Yule forever. They were right in front of them, even standing at the gate of their police station, but as long as there were innocent people around, none of them dared to hands on.

The final solution was that Ji Chuan offered to take Ai Fan home to rest, and Kirk and others stayed in the bureau to continue monitoring the movement there.

Yule, who left, just walked in the crowded public places openly and without any scruples. A group of people followed him all the time, but today is no different from before. It is still just a few corners to follow people. lost.

Although Ai Fan was silent on the way home, Ji Chuan could easily catch his uncommon irritability - Ai Fan is not always a nice guy, at least in private Ji Chuan has seen it more than once .

It wasn't until Ji Chuan parked the car in the parking lot downstairs that Ai Fan spoke in a hoarse voice: "What did he say?"

Ji Chuan turned the key and turned the car off: "You said your eyes were blind because of me."

Except for the eye problem at the beginning, the two of them never faced this problem seriously again. Ji Chuan said it very bluntly.

Ai Fan's anger instantly became a little unclear where to send it. He wanted to comfort him but didn't know how to say: "Don't think too much..."

Ji Chuan tilted his head and looked into his eyes seriously: "Actually, sometimes I really can't help but think, maybe your eyes will be fine after I leave."

Ai Fan immediately became at a loss: "Your ID card is not yet..."

Ji Chuan: "It's already been done, but it's just held by Walker."

Ai Fan couldn't find words for a while: "You just... want to leave so..."

"Yes." Ji Chuan answered with certainty.

Ai Fan couldn't find even the slightest hesitation in his words, those glazed eyes were filled with blankness immediately, Ai Fan didn't even know where to put his eyes, even if he couldn't see at all.

All the way without talking, Ai Fan didn't need Ji Chuan's guidance on the way home by elevator, just like the way from the office to Pod's store.

The two were still the same as usual, Ji Chuan was watching Ai Fan cook, and Ai Fan's sigh-like voice broke the silence in the kitchen: "When this case is over, I'll go find Walker..."

"Okay." Ji Chuan paused, and decided to relay Yule's words to him, "Yuele mentioned your uncle's drunk driving today, and he should mean that your uncle's death was not an accident."

But Ai Fan's reaction was beyond Ji Chuan's expectation. He "looked" at the rapidly melting butter in the pan and said slowly, "I know."

"I knew it when I was in the cemetery." Ai Fan added.

Ji Chuan leaned on the refrigerator and asked him, "So... are you going to do this?"

Ai Fan shook his head: "Drunk driving is very common in France. Countless people die every year due to drunk driving. Even if I tell them that my uncle's death was not an accident, they won't believe it."

Ji Chuan knew that the "they" here referred to the people who despised Ai Fan for being unclean and accused Ai Fan of not reminding him in time.

Ji Chuan: "Is it also a doll from that shop?"

Ai Fan still shook his head: "No, it's much inferior than the dolls in that store."

Ji Chuan: "Then why can't I see the producer?"

Ai Fan: "Because of its low quality, the maker doesn't have much energy remaining on it, and this doll has already fulfilled its mission."

A few days ago, Ji Chuan listened to the hard-working Kirk, and the information left by the doll who completed the mission is always relatively superficial.

At this point, the work chat was completely over, and the communication between the two was completely cut off, until they said "good night" to each other before going to bed.

As a competent little housekeeper, Tofu is keenly aware of the sudden rift between its two masters. Although from an objective observation, it thinks that both masters have problems, and neither of them is willing to take the lead in breaking the ice. .

But from an emotional point of view, it felt that the fault must be with the big master!The little master actually withheld his canned food today!

No matter what happened, the great master, as the great master, can't be more graceful!Be modest!Coax a little master!

In response, Tofu acted very quickly.

That night, he ran into Ivan's closet and rolled around, no matter what clothes he had, as long as he could get them, all of them were brushed with his own cat hair.

As expected, the big master didn't know that the clothes he was wearing were covered in dust, and he was told the news because he ran into the little master in the living room.

When Tofu saw the little master intimately surrounding the big master and using a roller to glue his hair, he couldn't help but proudly puffed up his chest with shallow ripples, and was completely unaware of the little master's reproachful eyes. How could he remember his own? In whose hands the rations are managed.