spirits in throat

The charred corpse was carried to the forensic office of the Municipal Bureau, and the crazy Liu Junfeng was also locked up.Luo Jin went home by himself.

Rong Zhao took Zhou Ye to the hospital to bandage the wound, and it was almost dawn at this time.

There was no one in the hospital, Rong Zhao told Zhou Ye to sit down and rest: "Don't move around, I'll be right back."

He took out another fruit candy from his pocket and stuffed it in Zhou Ye's hand: "Eat this if you feel pain."

After speaking, he took the medical record and walked to the registration window.

Zhou Ye leaned on the back of the chair, looked down at the orange-flavored fruit candy in his hand, and then looked up at Rong Zhao who was helping him register, the corners of his lips curved unconsciously.

In the past, he always carried candies with him to coax him, but now he can also enjoy the treatment of being cared about, coaxed and loved by others.

It feels good to be taken care of by police officer Rong.

When Rong Zhao came back from the phone call, Zhou Ye instantly changed the sweet expression on his face to a look like the sky is falling and the earth is falling, am I finished? He frowned and said, "It hurts so much, Rong Zhao Rong, I’m in so much pain, am I about to die~~”

While looking down at the queuing number on the registration form, Rong Zhao looked up at Zhou Ye's flamboyant acting skills, and admitted that he made him want to laugh a little bit, but he didn't hide the smile on his face, his long and narrow eyes bent: "You It’s almost gone.”

"Ah," Zhou Ye let out a ghostly cry, his expression as if struck by lightning, and he clutched his stomach, "Then am I pregnant~~"

It caused people around to look this way frequently, and an old man even showed a puzzled expression, wondering why this pregnant girl looks like a man and has a rough voice.

Seeing that Zhou Ye was about to punch him until he called him a scumbag, Rong Zhao's expression gradually cracked, he turned around and left with the registration slip, instead, he found himself a scumbag who made someone else's belly bigger and ran away with his pants lifted.

As Rong Zhao walked, a smile crept up on the corner of his lips unconsciously, driving away the fatigue of the whole night.

Zhou Ye caught up with Rong Zhao, put away his jokes, looked at him and said, "Last night's arrest of Liu Junfeng, a dangerous person who held many people hostage with bullets, counts as meritorious service and overtime work. Today you can rest at home and catch up on sleep."

Rong Zhao turned his head, frowned and asked, "Aren't you going back to rest, aren't you still injured?"

Zhou Ye raised his hand to rub Rong Zhao's hair, but found that there was a wound on his finger, bloody and dirty, so he took his hand back, smiled and said, "Thank you Rong Rong for your love, I'm fine, I'll be fine later." Wrap up and go straight back to the station, just in time for work."

"You can take a nap in the lounge of the bureau at noon." Zhou Ye said as he walked, "There are still beds to sleep in there."

Rong Zhao stopped, tilted his head and looked at Zhou Ye: "What do you mean?"

Don't give him a bed to sleep at home, let him sleep on the floor?

Zhou Ye didn't think about it so much, he was taken aback for a while before he understood Rong Zhao's meaning, smiled, and said following his words: "Then you can't let you sleep on the floor."

He didn't make the floor bunk, and he didn't let Rong Zhao make the floor bunk. There was only so much room in the room, and there was only one bed, so the two of them would definitely sleep together.

Sleeping in the literal sense refers to a state that does not dare to include action for the time being.

As Rong Zhao walked forward, he took out his mobile phone and dialed: "Did Sister Zhang say last time that you can add another bed for us, so that we don't need to make the floor."

Before Zhou Ye could stop him, the call had already been connected.

Rong Zhao said to the phone: "Sister Zhang, please add an extra bed to my room, my friend lives."

"It's not easy to mess with Mr.?" Rong Zhao didn't know what Sister Zhang was talking about, so he paused for a while to figure it out. It was Zhou Ye who was talking about, "Yes, it's still him."

Zhou Ye put his ear close to Rong Zhao's, trying to hear what Sister Zhang was saying about him behind his back.

The heads of the two touched each other, and they even breathed very close together, which reminded Rong Zhao of Zhou Ye trying to hook his fingers in front of the house.

Rong Zhao took the phone from his ear and pressed the speakerphone.

"What's the matter, did you quarrel?" Sister Zhang's voice came through the handset of the mobile phone, "It's normal for the young couple to have some conflicts or something. There are fights at the head of the bed and the end of the bed. If you separate the beds, the relationship will be completely irreparable." It's..."

Rong Zhao helplessly interrupted Sister Zhang: "Add more money."

"That's right, let's sleep in the bed and show him how powerful he is. We women, we have to be tougher. Don't turn around and he will say something nice, and you will soften your heart."

Rong Zhao had no choice but to interrupt Sister Zhang again: "I am not a woman."

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao's flushed face, couldn't help laughing, and was kicked by Rong Zhao.

"Change the mattress." After kicking Zhou Ye, Rong Zhao lowered his head and continued talking to the phone, "It's better than the one I'm sleeping on now."

"We don't need quilts and pillows, we will buy them ourselves on the weekend."

"Try to deliver the bed and mattress before tonight. I should be home during the day."

"The price of the mattress... You can buy it according to your needs. I'll give you the money later, please."

Zhou Ye stood aside and looked at Rong Zhao who was earnestly helping him with the furniture. He was so charming that he didn't even notice his love rival who was walking from the opposite side.

"Fuck, what's going on with you two?" Wu Hao got off the escalator at the side, looked at Zhou Ye and then at Rong Zhao.

Not to mention taking a bath, Zhou Ye was pulled over by Rong Zhao without even changing his clothes.At this time, Zhou Ye was wearing a white vest with holes all over it, and his pants and shoes were basically useless.

Wu Hao glanced at Zhou Ye's fingers. Although he is a rival in love, he has been friends for many years and still has feelings: "How did you get your hands like this? Did you go to practice iron sand palms?"

"What's the matter with the arm, was it bitten by the suspect?" It's not surprising that the criminal police would be bitten by the desperate suspect during the execution of the mission.

Zhou Ye smiled: "I really haven't practiced Iron Sand Palm, it's true that I was bitten by the suspect."

Wu Hao adjusted his glasses: "I didn't hear that your team has arrested anyone and brought them back."

Rong Zhao didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Zhou Ye's gourd, and when did he become a suspect.

Zhou Ye continued, "I was bitten by a thief."

As he spoke, he turned his back to Rong Zhao and lip-synched Wu Hao: "Heart thief."

Fearing that Wu Hao would not know who this thief was, Zhou Ye looked over at Rong Zhao, and the hint he gave was so obvious that he almost grabbed Rong Zhao's hand and pulled out his heart.

Wu Hao wanted to tear Zhou Ye's mouth apart at this time, but because he wanted to maintain a gentle and refined image in front of his sweetheart, he had to grit his teeth and give Zhou Ye a hard look.

What are you showing off, what are you showing off.

"Xiao Zhao, which department are you here for?" Wu Hao managed his facial expression, turned his head, and smiled gently at Rong Zhao, "I know someone who can introduce you to a better doctor."

"I'm fine," Rong Zhao pointed to Zhou Ye, "I brought him here."

"How can you be fine?" Zhou Ye took half a step forward, looking down at the bite marks on Rong Zhao's ears, "Look at your ears, they are all hurt like this."

Rong Zhao's skin is fair, so that little red mark is very obvious, as if he just rubbed shoulders with his lover just now.

Rong Zhao touched his ears unnaturally, his face was as red as a ripe tomato in a summer vegetable garden.

Zhou Ye likes seeing Rong Zhao blushing the most, staring at this beauty's face, and using his eyes to describe the outline of the other's facial features in detail.

Rong Zhao's face turned even redder.

Wu Hao stood aside, the aura in front of him inexplicably gave him the feeling that he was just an [-]th line supporting role used for assists.

This must be an illusion, Wu Hao doesn't cry, Wu Hao doesn't admit defeat.

Wu Hao pretended not to see the bite mark on Rong Zhao's ear, but that bitch Zhou Ye didn't let him go, and continued to say: "It's me, it's all my fault, it's because I smacked too hard and hurt you."

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye helplessly, and stuffed the registration form in his hand into his arms: "Go see a doctor by yourself."

Based on the situation in front of him, the clever Forensic Doctor Wu did not miss any clues, and then quickly deduced the truth based on the position, angle and degree of the bite marks on Zhou Ye's arm and Rong Zhao's ear.

"A place was on fire, and Xiao Zhao was going to fight the fire. His leader refused to let him go because he was afraid of danger, so he restrained him. He had to fight back with his teeth, trying to break free. Am I right?"

Rong Zhao expressed his admiration for Wu Forensic's ability, and nodded in agreement: "It's almost like that."

"I started to show my knowledge early in the morning," Zhou Ye cut out, walked over, cut Rong Zhao and Wu Hao's eyes from the middle, and turned to look at Wu Hao, "Why are you in the hospital?"

Wu Hao replied, "I'm here with someone."

While talking, a handsome young man came over and said to Wu Hao very familiarly: "Hao'er, let's go."

The man saw Zhou Ye and nodded to him as a greeting.They appear to be familiar people.

Wu Hao smiled at Rong Zhao: "The hot pot last time was delicious, and it's time for me to treat you to dinner next time. Let me know if you think of anything you want to eat."

Zhou Ye glanced at Wu Hao: "Hurry up, the Municipal Bureau still has a charred corpse waiting for you to examine."

Wu Hao glanced at the time, then stared at Rong Meiren's prosperous beauty, and said goodbye reluctantly: "Then I'll go first, see you later in the bureau."

Holding Rong Zhao's shoulders, Zhou Ye pointed at the backs of Wu Hao and that handsome young man: "Wu Forensic Doctor and his boyfriend seem to be a good match, what do you think?"

Rong Zhao nodded. Judging from the appearance, the two are about the same height and have outstanding looks. They are indeed a good match: "Their relationship looks very good, like a family."

Zhou Ye agreed: "Then let's wish them a happy marriage for a hundred years."

Rong Zhao felt that Zhou Ye's words were a bit strange, and his tone also carried his own peculiar faults, but he couldn't figure out exactly what the problem was.

It wasn't until Wu Hao, who hadn't gone far at all, turned back and walked in front of Zhou Ye, he worked very hard to control his urge to smash the bitch's dog's head off: "That's my cousin, cousin, it's not like you haven't seen him!" Pass."

"Xiao Zhao, I'm single now."

Rong Zhao didn't realize why the gentle and elegant Wu Fayi suddenly became so excited, and nodded in a daze: "Oh, good."

Wu Hao was struck by Rong Zhao's bewildered expression, and his tone softened instantly: "I'll give you egg pancakes tomorrow."

Rong Zhao: "Thank you, no need, someone has made breakfast for me."

Zhou Ye came over and patted Wu Hao's shoulder: "You are right, that person is me."

"It's getting late, let's go to work quickly. Send me the autopsy report of the charred corpse before leaving get off work at night. Thank you, Forensic Doctor Wu."

After Wu Hao left, Rong Zhao took Zhou Ye to the consultation room, turned his head to look at him and said, "There was a fire in the closed house, and that person was burned to death in the fire, so this case has to be handled by two people." Once the team is in charge, we can’t intervene.”

The task force for the Guan family extermination case was set up in the second team. According to normal procedures, the second team should indeed be in charge.

Zhou Ye pondered for a while, then smiled: "The case of the Guan family must belong to the second team, but we can participate in the case of the Guan house fire."

Rong Zhao frowned: "How do you say this?"

"Don't keep frowning," Zhou Ye raised his hand and gently stroked Rong Zhao's forehead, "I have to thank Liu Junfeng for that."

Liu Junfeng was brought back by Zhou Ye and Rong Zhao, so the case must be taken over by the first team.

The cause of the fire in the closed house has not yet been ascertained. Whether it was caused by one of the people who participated in the live broadcast of the night visit to the ghost house may have done it. These must be investigated by a team.

There is no need for Zhou Ye to say it clearly, Rong Zhao understood and nodded: "I'll go home and sleep for a while in the morning, and help you make the bed, and return to the bureau in the afternoon."

After seeing the doctor's examination, Rong Zhao took Zhou Ye out of the consultation room, and the two had breakfast together.

Zhou Ye's fingers were wrapped up, and he couldn't hold the chopsticks stably, so he had to use a spoon to scoop them up. Other porridge and buns were fine, but it was not convenient to use a spoon for fried dough sticks.

Seeing Zhou Ye struggling to eat, Rong Zhao wiped his hands, picked up one and handed it to his mouth.

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao, opened his mouth and took a bite: "I'm a little flattered."

The irritable Brother Rong fed the food with his own hands. Putting this matter aside, I dare not even think about it.

Rong Zhao stretched out his arms, and across a small table, he fed Zhou Ye fried dough sticks. He was a little embarrassed to be stared at by the other party, and he turned his head and said, "You don't have to be so polite."

Zhou Ye ate the fritters with Rong Zhao's hand, and when he had the last bite left, he couldn't control it for a moment, opened his lips and bit it.

His fingertips were swept away, and Rong Zhao withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and stared at the culprit in front of him: "What are you doing?"

With a smile in his eyes, Zhou Ye looked at Rong Meiren's flushed cheeks, and apologized in an insincere way: "I'm sorry, my slippery lips didn't mean it."

Rong Zhao was suspicious of Zhou Ye's words. He felt that the other party did it on purpose. It shouldn't be like this for ordinary people to accidentally bite someone's hand while eating.

Rong Zhao didn't feel Zhou Ye's teeth at all, but only his lips and tongue.

It felt like, like he was giving him, giving him...

Rong Zhao suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, stood up with a cold face, and cursed in a low voice: "Meng Lang!"