Let go of the murderer and let me come!

Lin Sihang wanted to ask what it meant to give up, but he didn't know how to ask.

The case had just ended, and he wasn't in the mood to continue thinking about these embarrassing things. He watched Song Haozhe finish his cigarette before continuing to say, "...Go on, Yang Yizong will look for you later."

Song Haozhe didn't say a word, and he followed Lin Sihang's back with his hands. He didn't know if Lin Sihang had listened to his words, or he didn't know if Lin Sihang could accept it.

The case was settled, and Zhao Anping was under less pressure. He insisted on celebrating on the phone. Song Haozhe and Lin Sihang didn't want to go at first, but Zhao Anping couldn't bear to keep urging them. Face has to be given, after all, it's the boss.

It would take half an hour to drive there from the reserved hotel, but Lin Sihang stepped on the accelerator and almost blew up the car, "It's not this time! What's the traffic jam!"

Song Haozhe sat in the co-pilot laughing, Han Yue poked his head over from behind, "Brother Lin just now, you insisted on driving, I told Yang Yizong to drive, why don't you..."

"Any opinion?" Lin Sihang said without turning his head, seeing the red light, he stepped on the brakes quickly, "If you have an opinion, hold back!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Han Yue almost knocked his head, and quickly sat down firmly. "Today is Zhao Bureau's treat, and I'll ask if I can take a vacation later!"

"You have to ask Team Song to ask about this, we youngsters just follow the command." Lin Sihang said.

"Is that right, Team Song?" Han Yue turned his head to Song Haozhe, squeezed flatteringly with one hand on Song Haoze's shoulder, "I haven't finished my vacation a while ago..."

"Then I just wait for the command." Song Haozhe leaned on the cushion.

"By the way..." Yang Yizong pushed Han Yue aside, "Captain Song and Brother Lin, did you go out to play together last time you were on vacation?"

It was fine if Yang Yizong didn't say it, but once he said it, Lin Sihang remembered that night, almost stepped on the brake, raised his voice eight degrees, and quickly said without turning his head, "Sit still! You talk a lot!"

Song Haozhe pretended to cover his mouth with his hands, almost laughing out loud.

Zhao Anping had already ordered the dishes, and it was not polite for a few people to enter the private room. They ate box lunches almost every day when they were investigating the case.

"Thanks for your hard work everyone!" Zhao Anping held the wine glass, with a smile on his face, picked up the bottle of red wine he specially asked the waiter to open, and filled it up for several people. In this line of work, thousands of words and one sentence serve the people! Cheers!"

Lin Sihang subconsciously looked at Song Haozhe while holding the wine glass. As a person who can't drink, he has to lie down in the private room after drinking a glass.

Getting drunk is not a big deal, the problem is losing face.

"Brother Lin can't drink, he..." Yang Yizong just wanted to say, and Song Haozhe stuffed a small tomato directly into his mouth.

"He will have to drive later. To serve a person's name, he must first obey the traffic rules." Song Haozhe said solemnly.

Zhao Anping didn't force it, and he did it first as a respect, "I'll order it when it's not enough."

Not long after the meal, Zhao Anping went out to answer the phone, and Han Yue and the others took the opportunity to tell Song Haozhe that they wanted to fake it.Song Haozhe's face was full of 'look at your worthless' expression, but he still agreed.

Zhao Anping pushed open the door of the private room, held the phone and said anxiously, "I have to go back to have a meeting...You guys take your time!"

"Zhao Ju, go slowly!" Yang Yizong raised his chopsticks and waved his hand.

"You kid..." Zhao Anping put on his coat, twisted a peanut with his hands, "You guys can make a fuss after I leave!"

"Ju Zhao..." Song Haozhe didn't know how to speak when the words came to his lips.

Zhao Anping didn't know if he had heard Song Haozhe call him, but when he walked to the door, he suddenly turned around, "I almost forgot to say! Three days off! Three days off! Have a good rest! Rest well and come back to serve the people!"

As soon as Han Yue heard that he was the first to jump up, he watched Director Zhao leave, and hurriedly picked up his bag, "Team Song! I'll leave first!"

"You have something wrong today!" Fang Bo stretched his legs in front of Han Yue, blocking Han Yue from letting him go, "Why are you leaving in such a hurry!"

Han Yue mysteriously patted on his bag, "Xiao Gongju is cleaning and waiting at home!"

A few people patted the table and whistled, Zhang Tuo slapped Zhao Bureau's unfinished bottle of red wine in front of Han Yue, "If you don't drink, you won't let go!" With a straight face, he said, "It's so fucking bad."

"Go quickly." Song Haozhe said, "I won't let you in later."

"Team Song..." Han Yue snapped his fingers at Song Haozhe and almost ran away.

Lin Sihang didn't drink after all, Song Haozhe was drunk a little too much by Zhang Tuo and the others, and his face was a little flushed.

Zhang Tuo had a good capacity for alcohol, Sun Shaoshi downed it after drinking a few glasses, Fang Bo drove Yang Yizong and said he was going to sing, Lin Sihang didn't want to continue to make trouble with him, so he found an excuse to take Song Haozhe home.

Two days ago, Ms. Yang took Ran Zhaoxian back home, and now there is no one at home. He and Song Haozhe haven't been home recently. Lin Sihang was a little bit in trouble for the first time.

Go back to his house or Song Haozhe's house?

Song Haozhe probably also saw Lin Sihang's entanglement, held Lin Sihang's hand with one hand, and unconsciously kneaded, "Go to my house today."

Unable to explain why he was so excited, Lin Sihang stepped on the accelerator again.

There aren't many cars on the road at night, and it's not as congested as when we first came here, "Husband..." Song Haozhe frowned, and said softly, "Slow down a little..."

Lin Sihang realized that he quickly slowed down, "I'm in a hurry..."

Song Haozhe said happily, "Can't wait?"

Lin Sihang didn't refute, "You drank, wouldn't it be a pity if you didn't do something?"

"Well, I'm waiting to fuck you." Song Haozhe said without any concealment.

"Fuck." Lin Sihang resisted the urge to slam on the gas pedal.

After parking the car, the two of them almost ran home. Maybe they were too anxious when they opened the door, or maybe they couldn't bear it. Song Haozhe pressed the wrong password twice.

"Is it okay?" Lin Sihang asked.

Hearing the familiar sound of the door opening, Song Haozhe pulled Lin Sihang to his side with one hand, and squeezed Lin Sihang into the house through the crack of the door that had never been opened much.

"Can you try me?" Song Haozhe said.

The tip of his nose could still smell the faint smell of alcohol on Song Haozhe's body. Lin Sihang stretched out his arms comfortably around Song Haozhe's waist, leaned his back against the wall, and raised his head slightly so that Song Haozhe's lips could rub back and forth on his neck.

"What do you mean by what you said today?" Lin Sihang still couldn't hold back, and asked softly.

Song Haozhe bit Lin Sihang's Adam's apple lightly, and reached out to turn on the light by the door, "I can't say anything right now."

"Brother Hu, what does he mean?" Lin Sihang looked at Song Haozhe and pushed his shirt up, took a breath and continued to ask, "My brother...what does he know?"

"Your brother... did you contact you or your family before the accident?" Song Haozhe greedily touched Lin Sihang's waist, and his breathing gradually became short of breath.

Lin Sihang shook his head, and couldn't help pulling Song Haozhe closer, finding Song Haozhe's lips and kissing him fiercely.

Whenever the topic about Lin Siyang was mentioned, Lin Sihang always felt extremely panicked in his heart. He hated this feeling very much. Since Song Haozhe told him those words in the afternoon, the worries he had let go of slowly resurfaced.

He was afraid that Lin Siyang's matter was not as simple as he imagined.

Especially when he knew that Yun Yiwen was also suspicious.

Yun Yiwen was none other than the policeman who took on the mission with Lin Siyang. During Lin Siyang's undercover work, Yun Yiwen would know what happened to Lin Siyang better than anyone else.

Sensing that Lin Sihang was affected by what he said in the afternoon, Song Haozhe exerted a little force on his arms, lifted Lin Sihang off the ground, and said softly, "Go to the bedroom..."

I don't know if it's the effect of alcohol or the desire/desire that hasn't been vented, Song Haozhe took much longer this time than last time, Lin Sihang's legs were weak, and he couldn't even lift up his strength if he wanted to kick someone, so he could only scream a few times according to his mood , touching back forbearance.

Song Haozhe held Lin Sihang with one hand, leaned over and nibbled on the back of Lin Sihang's neck, "Do you like it?"

Unexpectedly, Song Haozhe would ask the question directly without any reservation, but Lin Sihang still blushed suddenly, and his mouth became awkward, "...you fucking, hurry up."

As if affirmed, Song Haozhe hugged Lin Sihang and changed positions on the bed.

The quilt that was already placed beside the bed fell completely under the bed because of the actions of the two of them.

"Brother Lin's matter is still guesswork, but think about it..." Song Haozhe hugged the drowsy Lin Sihang, and reached for a cigarette from the bedside table, "Qian Jun is arrogant, and he can't reach out to the police here."

"...to the police?" Lin Sihang was shirtless, and slowly turned over in the bed. "My brother didn't contact us at that time. After all, as an undercover agent, we must be cautious..."

"This is what Brother Hu doesn't understand. After he and Brother Lin sneaked in, the two of them did basically the same things, so how Brother Lin was discovered, the reason has never been understood, but..." Song Haozhe He took a puff of the cigarette, "When I first mixed in, I always had an indescribable feeling."

"How does it feel?" Lin Sihang looked up at Song Haozhe, reached out and grabbed the cigarette and put it in his mouth, "Speak all at once! It's tempting!"

Song Haozhe laughed twice, "Do you remember when we were trapped by Qian Jun, he said a word?"

Lin Sihang shook his head. After looking at Qian Jun, his whole body was going to explode, let alone asking him to calmly listen to what Qian Jun said.

"He said that one of his subordinates committed crimes and entered the police station. He saw a photo with me on the police desk." Song Haozhe touched Lin Sihang's back and narrowed his eyes.

"Is he lying?"

"Yeah." Song Haoze nodded, "I don't remember taking a photo with any policeman, let alone someone who is close enough to me to put the photo on the table..."

"Damn it!" Lin Sihang resisted the soreness in his back, and slowly sat up "...do you have any fucking proof! Don't guess!"

Song Haozhe stared at Lin Sihang's eyes, looked at the suspicion in Lin Sihang's eyes, and said softly, "Maybe you guessed right?"

Lin Sihang turned his head to one side, took a deep breath, and tried his best to suppress the anger in his chest, "Stop farting..."

"You know," Song Haozhe hugged Lin Sihang, sighed and said, "This matter is not only related to those drug dealers, but also related to the above... That's why Yunhu came to us, understand?"

"I don't understand..." Lin Sihang grabbed the quilt tightly with one hand, trying to calm himself down, but his tone was a little trembling, "If the higher-ups say they want to give up my brother, what about you? What channel did Qian Jun use, or Was it someone who knew you in the police station who knew it was you?"

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late late late... so sorry,

Yesterday I was temporarily called to replace the class. Today I have a class and just finished coding.

Thank you for waiting, thank you for liking!

Continue tomorrow!

Chirp.