Netherworld Investigator

"In the second year after she retired from acting, a tabloid reporter took a picture of a blurry back of a man carrying luggage and leading someone into a car." My aunt was also a little excited to chat about celebrity gossip. She picked up a fruit plate and walked out, chattering, " In the photo, Yu Bingqing has a protruding belly, she looks a bit pregnant, but she has never admitted to having a boyfriend... I can't remember anything else, I just remember that the man is quite handsome."

"Can you look handsome from the back?" Wen Baifan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"He's tall." The aunt thought for a while, and added, "The shape of the head is also pretty. It matches the woman's aura, so it's definitely not ugly."

"You have a really good memory." Wen Baifan walked out with her, and sighed in response, "You can even remember the back of his head."

"I don't know why, but the impression is quite deep anyway." The aunt put the fruit on the mahogany coffee table and sat down next to her wife. Waiting for that person from back then."

"Nonsense, nonsensical things." Uncle put a cup of tea at the right temperature in front of her, and hummed angrily.

"It's not nonsense." Wen Qin was very unconvinced, and retorted, "There has always been such a rumor, okay! Besides, there are still many people guessing that the big director is Yu Bingqing's gossip."

Qiao Kejun's ears twitched slightly, picked up the small teacup with one hand, and took a sip, "Boss Hu's tea is not bad."

"I knew you knew how to do it." Uncle smiled, and quickly took a wooden box with fine carvings from the side, carefully opened the lid, "Come on, let's try another one."

"The weather is dry, Ah Jun should eat more fruit." Auntie picked up a piece of orange from the fruit plate and handed it to Qiao Kejun who was opposite.

Wen Baifan unceremoniously stretched out his hand in the air, and cut off the beard: "Hey, give this to me first... ouch!" The uncle who was playing with the new tea raised the long tea clip without saying a word, and tapped the back of Wen Baifan's hand with the end : "Who are you used to? You want to grab oranges, and you still need a bite of fruit at home?"

"What do you know! He is addicted to sweets, and he can't eat sour ones. Let me try it first." Wen Baifan seemed to have been greatly wronged, and complained: "Citizen Mr. Hu, who is so used to this?" What's wrong with you? Why do you beat people indiscriminately? This assault on the police is very serious. Ms. Wen, a citizen, just talk about it, don't you care about it? "

"You can pull it off." My aunt was too lazy to talk to him, so she just said to Qiao Kejun: "Ah Jun, you don't like this, why don't you tell Auntie?"

"No." Qiao Kejun gave Wen Baifan, who was afraid of chaos, a slight look, picked up a piece of orange, and took a bite without changing his expression, "It's delicious."

"Okay." The aunt sighed, "You, you should treat this place as your own home. You have to tell Auntie what you like to eat and what you don't like, you know? Be honest and be lenient, and if you resist, let me wash in the kitchen bowl."

Qiao Kejun swallowed the sour and sweet pulp, and let out a soft "hmm".

He has never talked much, but when facing Wen Qin, his words will become very few.

Qiao Kejun has always been inexperienced in the issue of what attitude to communicate with women of this age group. In his 30 years of life, there has never been a female elder who seems to blame but is actually full of doting. Talk to him.

Wen Qin liked sawing this stuffy gourd very much, so she asked with a smile, "Then tell me, what kind of food do you like to eat?"

Qiao Kejun was stunned for a moment in embarrassment, and then said something mysteriously: "I like to eat all the dishes you cook."

"Hey, hello." Before Wen Qin could say anything, Wen Baifan yelled, "It's incredible, really amazing to be praised by Director Qiao himself. I declare that from this moment on, Ms. The public enemy of girls No. [-]."

Uncle raised his eyelids and said with a sneer, "Didn't you always brag that you were the most popular? Why, you gave up when you met Ah Jun?"

"Isn't that right? Those little girls now know about Director Qiao's former and later Director Qiao's every day, and those big watery eyes are rolling around Qiao Kejun." Wen Baifan took a bite of the orange with a worried face, and was immediately caught off guard. I was so sour, "I can't go on, and if I talk about it, I'm going to die of acid."

"Why did our Wen family produce such a brat with a small stomach and a small stomach like you." Wen Qin twisted his arm bitterly, and then glanced at Qiao Kejun briefly, "It's just that Ah Jun has a good temper and doesn't care about you .”

Originally, this topic was passed with a couple of smirks, but Wen Baifan suddenly said: "You don't know, if I don't feel sour, he will really be upset."

Qiao Kejun glanced at Wen Baifan, who seemed to be happily eating grapefruit unaware.

The overtones of Wen Baifan's words leave room for deliberation. It can be thought of as "victory is meaningless without an opponent", or it can be interpreted as a more ambiguous understanding.But perhaps his attitude was too natural, not only did my uncle not think too much, but Wen Qin was only stunned for a few seconds before quickly returning to normal.

Only Qiao Kejun had a sudden shock in his heart.

He knew that Wen Baifan only looked confused on the surface, but in fact he could hide things better than anyone else in his heart.

What he said just now seemed to be a slip of the tongue, but when he thought about it carefully, it was a bit meaningful. He seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally showing his family his special relationship with Qiao Kejun.

Qiao Kejun had little relationship with his relatives since he was a child, so coming out of the closet would be a devastating event in any normal family.However, the process of his confession to his family was straightforward and smooth, without causing any disturbance.

At that time, after Qiao Hengjing heard his thoughts, he was only silent for a few seconds, and said, you can make up your mind, I have nothing to say.

Every time he rebelled and confronted, he would get his father's enlightened and almost indifferent understanding.

Qiao Kejun has long learned to look down on kinship, but Wen Baifan is different from him.

Although Wen Baifan has lost his parents and walked step by step in the darkness and thorns created by Zhao Ming, but fortunately after he has the ability to control his own life, he still has relatives who cherish each other and can enjoy the atmosphere full of human fireworks. worldly pleasures.

Even if they are just ordinary people who know nothing and cannot share or even participate in Wen Baifan's real life, they can provide him with some spiritual weight when he fights against the world.

This seems to be what family is really about, rather than providing wealth and protection.

Qiao Kejun has no family in this sense.

There are many tall buildings, and the lights of thousands of houses under the night sky are like countless floating islands on the ocean.

The tall man stood silently on the edge of the balcony railing, and the bright street lamps floated up, causing his back to sink from the light.

A fat cat climbed onto his broad shoulders unexpectedly and nimbly, and hung itself up on it.

Wen Baifan looked at it for a moment, opened the balcony door, stepped forward, tore the cat off the man's back, and lay down on it by himself.

In this position, he is much more suitable than a cat.

"Isn't it cold?" Qiao Kejun didn't turn around, he turned his head and rubbed his chin against the big head on his shoulder, "Don't you usually have to close the windows to hide?"

Wen Baifan's pair of wolf paws circled around his side waist, caressed the man's firm and fiery chest restlessly, and said with a wink, "It's okay, I'll stand with you for a while."

While the two were talking, the little chubby cat that was pushed to the ground was still circling around Qiao Kejun's feet relentlessly.

"Tsk, Wen Jiamiao turned into a mutant when he saw you, he's worse than your Satsuma." Wen Baifan scolded with a smile.

Wen Jiamiao is the name Wen Baifan recently gave his cat.

"It's imposing to scold a child by calling his full name. When he calls meow, he might think I'm playing tricks on him." Talking about the original intention of changing the name, this majestic old father said. "Wen Jiamiao, Wen Jiamiao, not only showed its family identity, but also entrusted my father with my expectation that he would become so slender."

A week ago, because he couldn't bear the magic of spring, Wen Jiamiao was taken to the pet hospital by his kind old father and eunuched. He probably felt that he no longer had the need to attract the opposite sex.From then on, Wen Baifan chatted with the cat whenever he had time, don't give up on yourself casually, don't lose confidence in love just because you are disabled, isn't this still attractive to the same sex, and so on.

Back to the present moment, the little girl Wen Jiamiao was flopping around endlessly, Wen Baifan stretched out his long legs, raised his toes, lifted the cat's belly, and expelled it back into the house: "Don't be naughty, baby You just ate, watch out for your stomach to sag."

After teasing the cat, he was about to turn around and continue teasing people, but Qiao Kejun grabbed the hood of his pajamas from behind and dragged him to the wall.

Qiao Kejun pressed her whole body up, "I've been full for a long time."

Wen Baifan was puzzled, blinked his eyes: "So?"

"I want to be naughty." Qiao Kejun twitched the corner of his mouth and moved closer to his cheek, and his lower lip seemed to brush against his cool ear tip, "I'm not afraid of a sagging stomach."

Wen Baifan struggled for a while, and whispered distressedly: "No, I have to go to the TV station to shoot a promotional video tomorrow, in case there are any impressions..."

Qiao Kejun smiled: "I'm just taking pictures, you don't need to be on camera, you are not afraid of being seen."

"No, I'm very fair." Wen Baifan said nonsense with a straight face, "I can't help but retaliate."

Qiao Kejun lowered his voice and said in an ambiguous tone: "Then you bite somewhere else...

"Brother, you have to show some face!" Wen Baifan almost frowned, and tried his best to reply, but his face burned like a prairie fire.

He couldn't stand Qiao Kejun saying such things with a cold and ascetic face.

In Wen Baifan's love imagination, this person should be molested by him like a veteran cadre, right?

Unexpectedly, things turned out to be contrary to expectations, every time he was the one who provoked first, and he was also the one who was knocked out of his wits by that person.

"It's just so promising, it's still a waste." Qiao Kejun chuckled, but didn't continue to tease him, and slowly straightened up, "Go into the room, wear so little, you should catch a cold soon."

The scorching breath suddenly disappeared, and the air was even colder than before. Wen Baifan rubbed his hot ears, and made a face towards Qiao Kejun's back.

Qiao Kejun added another sentence: "Go into the house and continue."

"Hey, there is still a pause in this matter?" Wen Baifan laughed angrily, and walked up to him, "Bring it down, don't continue. Just save yourself a little bit and show off to the general public tomorrow morning. "

Years ago, the Municipal Propaganda Committee asked the police force to send representatives to the TV station to assist in filming a police TV program. At that time, Director Zheng asked Qiao Kejun's name to let him go without saying a word.

Wen Baifan closed the balcony door, still muttering in his mouth: "Tell me about you, you can barely be considered upright, but how can you be so seductive? Let's not talk about those fresh and lovely little peach blossoms. , why even Zheng Yanwang's ten thousand years of black face will bloom with iron trees when he sees you?"

To be honest, Wen Baifan has a tender face and a pair of round eyes that look innocent and friendly, which can invisibly shorten the distance with people. Compared with the restrained Qiao Kejun, it is actually easier to win the favor of the audience when he appears on the scene.But there is no way. As a criminal investigator of a major case, not only can he not show his face in front of the camera, he even has to keep a low profile when surfing the Internet, and he cannot easily reveal his identity.

I am so handsome, how could I be delayed by my career.Wen Baifan was outraged.

He strolled into the kitchen, rummaged through the cupboard like a mouse for a while, and said in a flustered voice, "Strange, why can't I find the tomato beef noodles I bought last time? There's only a box of mushroom chicken left... Maybe you're behind my back Have you eaten it? Qiao Kejun, you have something to do, let me tell you, I have to eat tomato beef tonight, otherwise I will never finish with you... Oh, I found it."

Wen Baifan opened the door of the refrigerator, stretched his neck to look in for a long time, and muttered, "... Where's the milk?"

This room has been rented out all these years, the style of the refrigerator is a bit old, the capacity is not too big, and the freezer is filled to the brim after a couple of drops.

The person who is most happy to see the success of this is Qiao Xiaoxin.

From his birth to the present, whether it was the big villa in Nancheng, or the high-end apartment he lived in after he moved to Chaocheng, the huge refrigerator was always empty.Juice, milk, and eggs are the few foods that appear in it, and more often, only the keychains that Qiao Kejun accidentally left behind lie on the empty plastic partitions.

Only after he moved to this place did he realize how pleasant it is to open the refrigerator as soon as he comes home from school.

Of course, he prefers the refrigerator at Uncle Wen's house more than his own. There are so many varieties and quantities of snacks in it that it can break through the limit of every child's imagination—even a gifted child with an IQ over 140.

Seeing that Wen Baifan rummaged through things like a thief without considering the difficulty of recovery, Qiao Kejun couldn't help but stepped forward, grabbed the hood with one hand, and drove the little trash to the side.

He bent down and reopened the fridge, the lights came on and fell on his face.

Wen Baifan leaned on the edge of the cooking table with his arms folded, his eyes darting around the tall man's back, thinking in his mind, the refrigerator is really interesting, as soon as the door is opened, the light turns on, and the silent and cold appearance in the dark is never seen by others.

"Hello, Qiao Kejun."

"Ok?"

"Did I ever tell you that my family is very important?"

"……Um."

"But you are the most important." Wen Baifan smiled: "So, don't worry, I will take care of it."

Qiao Kejun's hands stopped, and after a while, he closed the refrigerator door and turned around.

"Don't eat it."

"Why?"

Qiao Kejun raised his hand to take off his glasses, and rubbed the corners of his eyes with his cool fingertips, "I'm afraid your stomach will sag..."

In the flirting competition that night, Wen Baifan's unexpected overtaking at the finish line gave him the final victory, and for this, he won "medals" all over his body.