Let go of the murderer and let me come!

"Add an egg!" Lin Sihang turned around and took out two eggs from the refrigerator, "I bought them when my mother came, and they were double-yolk eggs!"

Song Haozhe turned the fire down, stirred the noodles in the pot with chopsticks, reached out to take the eggs and knocked them in, "Why don't you live with Auntie and the others?"

"Because of my brother." Lin Sihang said calmly, "For Qian Jun's case, you had three anti-narcotics police officers undercover before, and my brother was one of them..."

Song Haozhe didn't speak, just pulled Lin Sihang to suck on his forehead, Lin Sihang took the bowl from the side, and handed it to Song Haozhe, "You also know that the anti-drug policeman is not just himself, he has so many things on his back, so many people, My mother and the others moved to the neighboring city after the incident, and came back to visit occasionally, so that it wouldn't be too uncomfortable!"

"Auntie should be very happy." Song Hao poured out the noodles, "Try my handicraft, exclusive secret recipe!"

"What are you happy about?" Lin Sihang put the bowl on the dining table with an oil bottle hanging from his mouth, "I've been looking forward to it for a while, but you gave me two bowls of instant noodles..."

"You found a husband who can cook!" Song Haozhe cheerfully ignored Lin Sihang's complaints, first bowed his head and tasted "Perfect!"

"You're not afraid of breaking yourself with your farts!" Lin Sihang picked up a piece of chopstick noodles, and he was not in the mood to scruple too much. After a busy day, the two of them were already hungry and their chests were pressed against their backs. It must be busy for a few days.

"You..." Lin Sihang took a sip of the soup, the hot noodles made his forehead sweat, "The autopsy report...show me"

"Ah!" Song Haozhe patted the table lightly, "Let the fart be forgotten!"

"You fucking!" Lin Sihang kicked Song Haozhe under the dining table, "You're eating his mother's food!"

Song Haozhe grinned and quickly clamped Lin Sihang with his slender and well-proportioned legs. The latter is a frail little forensic doctor who wields a knife and blows his hair. He may not run faster than a pig, and he will definitely not stand if he can sit. Compared with Song Haozhe's outstanding physique when he was in the police academy, he could only struggle a little before giving up.

"Can I pretend to be pleasantly surprised?" Lin Sihang couldn't avoid it and could only let Song Haozhe do whatever he wanted. In fact, he didn't like "speaking of business!"

Song Haozhe didn't let him go, "I'll bring it to you later...but I'm curious."

"what?"

"The autopsy report... can it be faked?"

Compared with the recklessness and accident of coming to Song Haozhe's house for the first time, Lin Sihang only took a closer look at it the second time. It was ordinary hardcover. It seemed that Song Haozhe hadn't lived in it for a long time. The decoration of the room was also very simple, and the walls were just plainly painted White paint, but what is relatively eye-catching is the treadmill in the living room, "Yes, Brother Song!"

Song Haozhe found a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet at the side and handed them to Lin Sihang, "Sister Lin, change your shoes first!"

Lin Sihang turned his head to look at Song Haozhe, who still showed a great figure in short sleeves, and then looked down at his stomach with only one abdominal muscle, shut up and didn't speak again.

"Go and sit down first, the remote control is on the coffee table...I'm going to take a shower!" Song Haozhe said, taking off his shirt and walking towards the bathroom.

Lin Sihang swears that he must not be possessed by evil spirits, otherwise, why can't he take his eyes off Song Haozhe's muscular back? It's Song Haozhe's unrestrained feeling, coupled with the black and thick hair, and under the pair of sword eyebrows is a pair of peach blossom eyes that can't help people fall into it. Lin Sihang feels that it's not without reason that he can choose to be with Song Haozhe.

Even if Song Haozhe's back is turned to him now, he can still imagine Song Haozhe's eight-pack abs are strong and powerful, lying on the bed... bed your mother!

Lin Sihang shook his head, and shook off the little yellow jokes in his head that were about to be blown out of his head, perhaps because he felt the burning gaze from his back, Song Haozhe turned his head, just in time to see Lin Sihang's squinting expression .

"Want to touch?" Song Haozhe tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, deliberately showing Lin Sihang his eight-pack abs.

"I can't even pierce your face with this scalpel!" Lin Sihang was a little bit reluctant, but he still refused to admit it and retorted, "You... have tattoos?"

"Here?" Song Haozhe lowered his head and pointed to his waistline, "It's a birthmark!"

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Lin Sihang tried hard to hold back the hand that he wanted to touch, "Hurry up! I'm very tired!"

"Do you want to go together?" Song Haozhe stretched out his hand to grab Lin Sihang who was about to wade on the sofa.

"ah!"

Song Haozhe's hair was still dripping, he took out two cans of beer from the kitchen and put them on the coffee table, "Sleepy?"

Lin Sihang in front of him was already lying on the sofa, his eyes were starting to lose focus, and he was listening to the scripture-like lines on the TV, coupled with the cool temperature in the room and the exhaustion of the day, he was a little too relaxed, if it wasn't for the sound of Song Haozhe walking back and forth He kept beating his eardrums, and he almost fell asleep.

Song Haozhe took out a small blanket from the bedroom and covered Lin Sihang's body, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, changed Lin Sihang's comfortable position so that he could lean on his body, and then handed the file bag he took out together to Lin Sihang." This is it!"

Lin Sihang leaned against Song Haozhe's arms and yawned, and opened the file bag with tears in his eyes, "How long has it been?"

"20 years..." Song Haozhe opened a can of beer, raised his head and took several sips, his Adam's apple kept going up and down along with his swallowing.

If he's really fucking handsome, he'll be handsome even if he eats/shits!

Lin Sihang silently stretched out his hand and touched his neck, "Can you see it, or is it handwritten?"

"I asked someone to find this for me." Song Haozhe pointed to the sentence on the paper, "If you drink and drive, can you fake it?"

Lin Sihang took a look, "The alcohol content has already exceeded 100mg per 80ml... oh my god it's 84mg! This is obviously drunk driving!"

Song Haozhe put the beer aside, put his chin against Lin Sihang's head, and for the first time his tone was full of helplessness, "That's why I asked you, my dad...he is allergic to alcohol, it is impossible for him to drink normally!"

If it is impossible to drink normally, it means that the autopsy report is fake. Lin Sihang felt that the piece of paper in his hand was heavy.

"It's been 20 years, do you remember the policeman who rescued you?" Song Haozhe raised Lin Sihang's chin with his fingers, forcing Lin Sihang to raise his head, "Do you remember his name?"

"Save me?" Lin Sihang opened his mouth slightly, but still didn't react.

"Well... when you were kidnapped."

"Song Yi...Song Yi?" Lin Sihang suddenly lowered his head to look at the name on the autopsy report, "Damn it!"

"When I was seven years old, my dad was out on a mission and his leg was accidentally injured by a teammate. Then the higher-ups excused him to retire early, and within a year he had a car accident." Song Haozhe looked at the autopsy report and said, "At that time, I and I Dad was in the car together, and when I woke up, I forgot what happened before I was seven years old. I was too young at that time, but when I really have the ability to investigate, the prosecution period has passed." Song Haozhe stared into Lin Sihang's eyes and said slowly As he spoke, his tone was slowly filled with sadness, and the previous confidence and indulgence had disappeared, "I forgot the most important thing."

When the wound hurts the most, it's not when others tear it open, but he has to do it first. Song Haozhe put his almost dripping wounds in front of Lin Sihang, "I just want to get back my memory, and find out why my dad died. the truth."

"Yes!" Lin Sihang wiped Song Haozhe's face with some distress, "Let's check together!"

Song Haozhe amused Lin Sihang's movement like wiping his nose, "It's getting late, stay tonight?"

"Did you really call me here just to let me read the autopsy report?" Lin Sihang pulled the blanket in his arms and retracted his feet, "You're plotting something wrong!"

"Now we can't just investigate with an autopsy report that isn't real." Song Haozhe put away the autopsy report and took out the USB flash drive in his file bag, "I still have the photos taken when my dad got into a car accident! "

Lin Sihang was at a loss for words for a moment, and he didn't know how to answer. Song Haozhe knew the purpose of saying this very well, how tired a person must be after so many years...

"Don't read it today!" Song Haozhe put the USB flash drive into Lin Sihang's hand, his tone suddenly became very serious, "Wait someday, wait someday, when I'm not around, you're opening it."

"Thank you!" Lin Sihang sat up in Song Haozhe's arms, and solemnly said word by word into Song Haozhe's eyes, "Thank you, you believe me!"

The relationship is really wonderful. Suddenly, two people who didn't know each other are connected together. The fate is also very wonderful. It turns out that I had a small intersection with you when I was so young, so it's great. I met you you.

Song Haozhe raised his body and kissed Lin Sihang fiercely.

The two of them started tearing at each other like beasts that suddenly became estrous. They were both grown-up men who had abstained from sex. Once there was a little spark, they wouldn't want to stop. I guess they really had to stay today. Lin Sihang closed his eyes and slowly enjoyed what Song Haozhe brought to him. his irritation.

Song Haozhe touched his wide and fair hands from under Lin Sihang's clothes along his waist. The cold touch made Lin Sihang arch his body, but it felt like he would be poisoned. Lin Sihang squinted his eyes and raised his arms around Song Haozhe's neck , took the initiative to welcome Song Haozhe's teasing/tease, the sofa is not big, two men squeezed on it and couldn't get away, Song Haozhe took advantage of Lin Sihang's already falling into desire/desire, suddenly put Lin Sihang to let him sit on his lap , then lifted Lin Sihang's buttocks to stand up, and whispered softly in his ear, "Go to bed!"

Nima is so handsome!

Lin Sihang felt that Song Haozhe threw himself on the bed forcefully, and the soft feeling on his back made him more sober. Now that the two of them are doing...preparing to do something, Song Haozhe put Lin Sihang's legs around his waist, and stretched out his hand to open The desk lamp by the bed, the bedroom was suddenly brightly lit, both of them felt uncomfortable for a moment, but this didn't affect anything, the desire/desire made the two of them lose their minds, finally, while Song Haozhe took off his clothes, Lin Sihang also He twisted his waist and began to take it off by himself.

"I'll help you!" Song Haozhe pressed on Lin Sihang's body, and gently kissed Lin Sihang's ear.

"Did I say that?" Lin Sihang raised his waist slightly to facilitate Song Haozhe's movements.

"what?"

"You really attract me."

The bright light in the room was somewhat ambiguously dim, the eyes of the two people were filled with emotion, the temperature kept rising, the desire/desire on Song Haozhe's handsome face became more and more intense, Lin Sihang's beautiful sword eyebrows were already slightly frowned, The cheeks are already covered with a blush of desire, "Hurry up..."

This is a time that should not be disturbed, and it is also a day that should be unforgettable.

However, there are always people who don't understand.

Song Haozhe slowly slid his hand down Lin Sihang's waist into his trousers. He hadn't felt enough of the touch on his round and full buttocks. In the ambiguous and silent air where only the rapid breathing of each other could be heard, a sharp mobile phone rang suddenly ring.

"Grass!"

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The article was written in advance. The school exam week is the busiest time for me in these two days. The update may be updated every two days. Weibo has posted no update, but no one will see it hahahahahaha !Let's take a look first, I will make some small changes on Monday... ok, thank you little angels for your support!