spirits in throat

"Does it hurt?" Zhou Ye took off a light blue cartoon band-aid and stuck it on Rong Zhao's arm, stuck it on and blew on it, "I'll cook a pot of chicken soup for you tomorrow."

Rong Zhao looked down at the scratch on his arm that was less than three millimeters long: "No need."

His real wound was on his ankle, cut by a knife, covered with his trousers, the bleeding stopped by itself, not serious, and he didn't tell anyone.

Fan Yao sat down on the chair next to her with her head down, annoyed: "It's all my fault, I'm too stupid, because of love for beauty, because of vanity, I even lost the most basic ability to distinguish between likes and dislikes. sorry."

If Zhou Ye hadn't arrived in time with his men, they would have been unable to break through the encirclement from more than a dozen gangsters armed with weapons.

"You're not wrong, and you're not out of vanity." Rong Zhao turned his head to look at Fan Yao, his voice was always cold and his eyes were extremely serious, "You are a victim, you don't have to apologize to anyone."

Not only the victims of plastic surgery, but also the victims of campus violence.

Fan Yao looked up at Rong Zhao, wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Brother Rong, you will be my real brother from now on."

Zhou Ye folded his arms, fixed his eyes on Fan Yao, and tortured her soul: "He is your brother, what about me?"

Fan Yao thought for a while, her eyes turned back and forth on Rong Zhao and Zhou Ye, and finally stopped on Zhou Ye, and asked tentatively, "My sister-in-law?"

Rong Zhao didn't say much. It wasn't the first time someone misunderstood his relationship with Zhou Ye. He didn't bother to explain, anyway, as long as he wasn't the one below.

"You don't need to go to work in the future, go find Ye Qian, you should have a common language," Zhou Ye leaned against the table, looking at Fan Yao with displeasure, "Excuse me, what gave you such an illusion? "

Fan Yao recalled the scene of the battle in the corridor of the plastic surgery hospital: "My brother Rong can fight, one on four, so handsome, A is explosive!"

Zhou Ye curled his lips into a smile, an expression that you would never see until the next day.

The plastic surgery hospital was raided by the police. The so-called plastic surgeons from South Korea were all quack doctors. They learned a few words of Korean to pretend to be Korean doctors. The plastic surgery skills were hard to describe. Eight out of ten people would be maimed.

The hospital is magnificently decorated to deceive customers' trust. In fact, the materials used for plastic surgery are the cheapest.

When they find out that they have been cheated and more people come to their door due to the failure of plastic surgery, they will change to another place and reopen.

Not only that, this gang is also involved in money laundering and the underworld. No wonder they will kill Fan Yao and Rong Zhao who showed their police certificates.

Rong Zhao bowed his head and looked through the confessions of several masterminds. Tang Siling played a role similar to sales in these links, collecting a commission on the consumption of the people she coaxed to come for the operation.

She herself has never undergone plastic surgery in this underground hospital, and every time she flies to South Korea to find a real top doctor, that's why her face and figure are so beautiful and moving, becoming a living sign in this scam.

Fan Yao touched her eyes, took a look in the mirror Zhou Ye handed over, and said, "It's a good thing I didn't fix them, otherwise my eyes would be useless."

"There is also a scar remover, but I didn't do it either."

What Fan Yao was talking about was a scar on her shoulder.

Zhou Ye recalled that that time was very dangerous. They chased more than a dozen gunmen to a factory, and both sides ran out of bullets, so they could only fight hand-to-hand.

No one expected that there would be a three-year-old child hiding in a cabinet in the corner, and there was a scuffle at the scene. Neither the police nor the gangsters noticed the child.

A gangster who was kicked to the side of the cabinet was the first to see it, and when he was about to take the child hostage, he was spotted by Fan Yao, who had the sharpest eyes.

The gangster strangled the child's neck with one hand, and held a sharp steel bar in the other.Because of the panic, the gangster didn't even notice that the child's face was already blue, and he was about to be strangled to death.

Fan Yao was the first to react, and used her own flesh and blood to snatch the child from the gangster's hands. The steel rod penetrated the entire shoulder, and rescued the child who was almost strangled to death.

After recovering, she had scars on her shoulders, so she never wore suspender skirts in summer, and always covered her shoulders and collarbone tightly.

"Everyone has the love of beauty," Zhou Ye took a small mirror from Fan Yao's hand and looked at it from left to right, "It's like me, whenever I'm in a bad mood, I look in the mirror, and then I'm caught by the mirror." My handsome appearance is cured."

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye, felt that this person's arrogance was too arrogant, and wanted to suppress him, but found that everything he said was the truth, and he had no way to attack him.

It may be an exaggeration to be handsome, but Zhou Ye is indeed the most handsome man he has ever met.

Rong Zhao could only silently turn his face aside, admitting that this was a fact that people were not very willing to admit.

Zhou Ye turned his head and said to Fan Yao: "I feel that my eyes are not good-looking. It's actually quite normal to move a little bit to make double eyelids or something. Impeccable."

Rong Zhao: "Don't take me." He is not as thick-skinned as Zhou Ye, who praises himself so much that his face doesn't blush and his heart skip a beat.

"You have to remember to always be grateful for your eyes, no matter they are beautiful or ugly," Zhou Ye walked up to Fan Yao and patted her on the shoulder, "The scars on your shoulders are not scars, they belong to you." honor."

Fan Yao was moved by Zhou Ye's words, and suddenly felt that she was fine everywhere: "Then I won't get it done, and I won't remove the scars either."

Zhou Ye: "Scars still need to be removed, just keep the honor in your heart. Otherwise, look at the flowers in the internal office, every time there is an event, they will dress up beautifully. You can't even wear suspender skirts. You are not angry. Angry or not."

Fan Yao got excited and stood up from her chair: "Of course I'm angry, I wanted to kill them a long time ago, especially Da Hua."

"I'll give you two days off, find a regular hospital, and have your scar removed. As for your eyes," Zhou Ye looked at Fan Yao seriously, "I think they are very beautiful."

Growing so big, this is the first time Fan Yao heard someone say that her eyes are beautiful, so she opened her arms and hugged Zhou Ye.She didn't wait for the apology from the school bullies, but it seemed that all the grudges had disappeared.

When you see people who love you around you, you will know what should be kept in your heart.

After Fan Yao left the office, Zhou Ye wiped his shirt with a tissue, with a look of disgust on his face: "Damn girl, my nose and tears are all over my body, and there is also glitter on my eye shadow. My wife came over and wiped it off for me."

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye with a quiet expression, not moving or speaking.

Zhou Ye threw the tissue in his hand into the trash can, walked over and sat on Rong Zhao's lap, hugged his neck and said, "wife~~"

"Go away." Rong Zhao pushed the fleshy thing away from his lap, originally wanted to praise him because of his warmth.I don't want to say anything now.

"I'm off to work." After speaking, he got up and walked out of the office.

It was already 09:30 in the evening, and it was raining outside the window at some point. Because of the inspection of the underground plastic surgery hospital, all members of the criminal investigation team worked overtime. They have been busy since the afternoon until now, so they have time to catch their breath.

Fan Yao didn't go home, put on two coats of eyeshadow and went to work.

The originally well-ordered working atmosphere was disrupted by a large package of takeaway suppers. The people who were united and coordinated to handle the case instantly turned their faces, and you pushed each other to grab the supper.

The whole office was noisy, and was severely scolded by Qi Ju who just came over to inspect.

"Xiao Qian, what are you doing climbing on the table? You have to go to the house or to the sky!"

"Fan Yao, look at you, look at your eyeshadow, ah, it looks like a ghost, who are you scaring!"

"Zheng Ke, how can you hit your colleague? You, even though Xiao Qian really deserves it."

"Rong Zhao, what's going on with you today, what are you hiding under the table, if I tell you, I shouldn't have transferred you here, look at the present, those who are close to the ink are dark."

……

After Qi Ju left, Rong Zhao took out from the drawer a bottle of Rio cocktail that Fan Yao had snatched for him.

"Brother Rong, come quickly, here are crayfish, lobster with wine, I have it in the world." Xiao Qian turned his head and shouted to Rong Zhao, "Hurry up, or you will be eaten up."

Fan Yao came over, pulled Rong Zhao up from the chair, smiled and said, "Come on, Brother Rong, let's go together."

Rong Zhao was dragged over, he had been alone for a long time, he was not used to so many people eating around a small table, but this discomfort was quickly covered by the aroma of fruit wine and crayfish.

He has never eaten crayfish before. This kind of street food stall specialty food is always accompanied by excitement and laughter. It is no fun to eat alone.

The atmosphere is right now.

Appetite was aroused, Rong Zhao put on a pair of disposable gloves, and took one out of the packing box.

"Drinking and eating spicy food, you've lost your appetite, right?" Zhou Ye came over, bent slightly, and snatched the peeled shrimp from Rong Zhao's hand with his own mouth.

Everyone was eating happily, no one noticed what Zhou Ye did, Rong Zhao knew best, he licked his fingers with his tongue again.

Rong Zhao's fingers were burning hot, it must be the hot pepper on the crayfish.

Annoyed, he took off the disposable gloves on his hands, grabbed his own bottle of wine on the table, opened it and took two sips.

Zhou Ye snatched the wine bottle from Rong Zhao's hand, and drank the rest in one gulp where he drank it: "Let's go, I'm coming home from get off work."

The dinner was eaten casually, and Zhou Ye robbed him without taking a bite of supper. Rong Zhao was a little hungry, and he opened his mouth to speak, but Zhou Ye stuffed it with a piece of fruit candy: "Go home and cook for you!" Porridge."

Rong Zhao had sugar in his mouth, and when he tasted a hint of sweetness in his mouth, he completely forgot Zhou Ye's rudeness to him.

It was raining outside, Rong Zhao had a spare umbrella, and Zhou Ye's office also had one, but he said he didn't have one.

The two of them came out of the city bureau building with a long black umbrella. The raindrops fell on the surface of the umbrella, and then dripped from the edge of the umbrella to the ground where a shallow layer of water gathered, causing beautiful ripples in circles. .

Rong Zhao was holding an umbrella, and Zhou Ye was hiding under the umbrella. He was a little taller and had to bend slightly.

Zhou Ye likes sunny days and doesn't like rainy days, especially on a rainy night like this one. It's dark and humid, and it's the easiest place to breed crimes.

But at this time, hiding under the same umbrella with my sweetheart, the rain curtain isolated them from the outside world, as if there were only the two of them left in the world, allowing the joy in my heart to grow unscrupulously.

Zhou Ye turned his head to look at Rong Zhao, and finally couldn't help asking: "Can I kiss you, right now."

Rong Zhao looked at the passers-by in front of him, then turned his head to look at Zhou Ye, moved his hand holding the umbrella handle, and lowered his eyes: "I can't."

The rain was too heavy, and two people were crowded with an umbrella. His trouser legs were wet from the rain, and the wound on his ankle was soaked in pain.

Zhou Ye calmly snatched the umbrella from Rong Zhao, and poured the umbrella on the opponent, while staring down at his lips: "Can we kiss like last time?"

When Zhou Ye was holding an umbrella, the rain did not hit Rong Zhao's trousers, and the wound on his ankle no longer hurt: "I can't."

Zhou Ye expected that he would not be able to succeed so smoothly, he stepped over a small puddle, touched his lips: "Then when will you be able to, A: 5 minutes later, B: 10 minutes later, C: Lay in your bed tonight, D lie in my bed tonight."

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye silently: "I choose E."

Zhou Ye curled his lips into a smile, a pair of peach blossom eyes were sly and gentle, and his dark pupils sank: "E: Now." After speaking, he lowered his head and kissed Rong Zhao's lips.

There were a lot of people at the gate of the subway station, and people kept walking past. The heavy rain was still falling. They were standing next to an old telephone booth. The black umbrella blocked everyone's sight.