Against the current Hengdao

After a short maneuver, Yan Xiaodao leaned on a cane and sat on the sofa, and chose to sit on the same sofa with Ling He without hesitation in front of outsiders.The two figures are like a scale at the same time, each occupying positions on both sides of the scale, calming down the scene.

Xue Qian hissed from between his teeth: "Mr. Yan, what's wrong with your feet?"

Yan Xiaodao seemed indifferent: "A little injury."

Xue Qian was quite surprised: "Who did it? Who can hurt you?"

Yan Xiaodao's unofficial statement was short and to the point: "It was Watanabe's men who were injured on the pier that day."

Yan Xiaodao was lying upstairs and didn't sleep just now, when he heard the uninvited visitor downstairs.He could hear Captain Xue's voice very sharply, and couldn't hear what these people talked about, but he was smart enough to guess that Xue Yacha's visit must be to question the rights and wrongs of the Wharf War.

Xue Qian was a little surprised: "Then I really didn't expect that those little devil thugs would have the ability to chop off President Yan's feet!"

Yan Xiaodao snorted coldly: "I accidentally stumbled, why did Captain Xue come all the way here to make fun of me?"

Xue Qian asked: "Mr. Yan fought with Watanabe's people on the spot?"

Yan Xiaodao asked back: "That group of people attacked Mr. Ling, and I should fight for the people around me. Is it human nature?"

Mao Zhixiu and Su Zhe who were present were secretly surprised by Yan Xiaodao's quick response to each sentence, his quick response and the impeccable cover-up that covered Ling He's body. After all, everyone knew who cut Yan Xiaodao's foot in private.

This means that there was a flower protector who accidentally injured his foot in the rainy night when the hero rescued the beauty, and what he saved was his lover under the bed. suspicion.

Instead, Ling He suddenly calmed down, remained silent, staring straight at the tea table, the steel knife that Yan Xiaodao left behind at the crime scene in the transparent evidence bag.

When did it drop? ...

how could be? ...

Yan Xiaodao has always been agile and experienced in handling affairs, every knife is counted, not just throwing it away for fun, how many knives he brings out every day, and how many knives he comes back with.At that time, Yan Xiaodao once made a strange and wonderful throwing knife move, nailing the No. 3 thug of the Watanabe family directly to the pillar and then immediately withdrawing the knife.

Unless...unless Yan Xiaodao was already injured and couldn't pick up his knife.

A flash of spiritual light hit Mao Zhixiu and Ling He at the same time. Mao Zhixiu stared wide-eyed and suddenly realized when playing back the video frame by frame, while Ling He shook his right leg heavily during the quick memory of Leaping Over Thousand Mountains, and that leg seemed to have suffered a blow. An invisible but sharp blow!His originally unrestrained Erlang leg slipped from his left knee, and his breathing was stagnant and short.

Yan Xiaodao squinted and noticed Ling He's gaffe, and planned to make a quick decision, and threw the trump card back to Xue Qian: "It's true that the knife is mine, but it only has my fingerprints on it, and no other people's blood. One of the accident victims. Do you have any questions from Team Xue?"

Xue Qian gritted his teeth: "We are still in the river under the Guanhai Bridge, and we salvaged a damaged car, and that car is also yours, Mr. Yan."

Yan Xiaodao: "Yes."

Xue Qian: "How did you fall?"

Yan Xiaodao: "There's a big truck in front of me that stops illegally and pushes me down!"

Xue Qian was furious: "You fell into the river and you didn't report it?"

Yan Xiaodao sternly said: "I have already climbed up, why should I report the crime? Can I ask Captain Xue to come over to watch the fun and help me deal with the aftermath? I'm sorry, I'm a thin-skinned person and I don't know Captain Xue well. left on his own."

It's such a clever talk, and it doesn't leak.

Xue Qian knew that he couldn't ask anything today, and the "victim" didn't report the crime himself, and refused to testify against any murderer, so what else could he do if he asked the bottom line in a deadpan manner?Yan Xiao is blatantly protecting someone around him, but it leaves him helpless.

Yan Xiaodao and Ling He have always behaved like this in front of outsiders. Their quarrel and temper tantrums are purely personal, and they will never show their quarrel to outsiders, because outsiders are not qualified to watch.Facing Captain Xue at this time, he forgot all the quarrels and quarrels last night, and when he saw Xue Yacha, he felt an aura of common hatred and hatred.

Xue Qian visited alone today and asked for a statement in private, which is already an open side, and he didn't intend to embarrass the two of them.

If he really wanted to embarrass him, he would have summoned Ling He to join him.The murderer in the case is indeed Watanabe.On the "Cloud" cruise ship, Mr. Watanabe was tricked by Boss Watanabe with a gift and took a pornographic video as a threat to his business. The video was exposed overseas, which led to their feud.You Gongzi came here to seek revenge and the two sides fought and caused an accidental explosion... Is there anything wrong with this logic?It is enough to use Watanabe Yangshan's name to go to Shangfeng in the closing report. Captain Xue doesn't have any hard chain of evidence to testify against others, but simply wants to find out the whole truth.

Xue Qian put his raised foot down and stomped on the ground, and said coldly, "Success."

This man was about to leave when Ling He suddenly raised his eyes: "Captain Xue, I would like to trouble you with a question, where did you find this knife?"

Xue Qian said: "On the dock deck."

Ling He asked: "I mean the specific location, which corner of the deck, which sleeper is on?"

"...Which sleeper is it on?" Xue Qian raised his eyebrows in confusion, looked down at the massive physical evidence pictures of the scene in his photo library, and showed Ling He a random snapshot of him at that time.

Ling He only glanced at that position, seemed to be very uncomfortable, quickly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he turned his head and looked directly at Yan Xiaodao.

Yan Xiaodao turned his eyes away without saying a word.

That was the biggest loss he suffered in his life, the heaviest injury he suffered, and the most tragic battle he experienced. It was his favorite person who attacked him.He has nothing to say, and he has no interest in being forced to recall the fiasco several times.

Captain Xue intentionally vented his displeasure before leaving, and insisted on taking the knife away as a "valid evidence", refusing to return it to the rightful owner.

As soon as Xue Qian stepped out, Xiangu Mao slapped the door on him. Ling He quickly set up Yan Xiaodao and wanted to go upstairs.Yan Xiaodao frowned and pushed the man away without saying a word, but Ling He didn't let go, the two pushed back and forth so hard that Mao Zhixiu thought they were about to fight.

Ling He changed his tactics and unreasonably pushed Yan Xiaodao down on the long sofa.Yan Xiaodao couldn't stand on one foot, and the moment he fell on his back, Ling He rode up with one hand protecting his head!

Mao Zhixiu shook his head and sighed, beckoning Su Xiaodi to avoid him.

Su Zhe hummed softly: "Oh my god... let me take another look...

"Oh my God, I thought... our boss Ling... is so fierce..."

Su Zhe's rough qualitative comments were covered by Mao Xiangu and blocked in his throat, and he was dragged into the laundry room.At this time, Xiangu Mao felt emotional, this police officer Xue is fine, just come here a few times, if the government does not reimburse the travel expenses, we will pay you to buy a ticket to travel here!With the persevering and dedicated efforts of Officer Xue, it is just around the corner that our hard-to-serve young master and Mr. Yan will reconcile the old relationship!

In the empty living room, there were only two people twisted together on the sofa in sight.Yan Xiaodao was at a disadvantage in his posture, but he couldn't get down and kicked someone away.Ling He pressed the tip of his nose to his chest condescendingly, and fell into a frenzied mood to ask the bottom line: "Xiaodao..."

Ling He lifted off his pajamas, revealing the injured ribs, and it was clear at a glance that he was not wearing a corset.

Yan Xiaodao said in a muffled voice, "Don't look at it."

Ling He's voice was no longer elegant and comfortable, and he gestured at the location with his fingers and muttered to himself: "The six-inch long light knife should have been hidden in the third square under the left rib at that time. The knife, the speed is so fast that no one can see it, so I didn't see it, you still had the knife in your hand...

The chandelier in the living room scattered light, hitting Ling He's back.Ling He's figure was against the light, and his deep and complicated expression was hidden in the darkness under the lamp.

Yan Xiaodao looked straight at Ling He's face covered with a layer of metal, and said softly: "Your knee has finally been healed, and it must have been rehabilitated for several years before it recovered. If I cut you down, you will be in vain all these years." Toss."

Ling He seemed to be very uncomfortable. The hard thorns and the willful defense of the city burst through the embankment at this moment. He quickly dropped his helmet and armor, and his trembling shoulders shook all his pride and disobedience to the ground. It has always been as dry as the Gobi Desert in the desert. A film of water gushed out of his eye sockets.

Even when Yan Xiaodao was exhausted and he took advantage of the chaos to attack, he still lost, so he didn't win.

When his right knee was about to hit Yan Xiaodao's chest, what greeted him was the blade held between his fingers. It was impossible to defend against it in the dark, and it would have hit him in one hit. .

However, the person holding the knife made an incredible choice at that moment, and the blade fell from his fingers, causing Ling He's knee to severely injure two ribs.

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Later, Ling He didn't talk much to Yan Xiaodao all night, and seemed to be in psychological struggle and choice.His choice was far more difficult and heart-piercing than Yan Xiaodao's choice of whether to use the knife or not to make the knife.

Mao Xiangu and Su Xiaodi obviously misunderstood the progress of some things, and the rest of the family members in the house, as well as the driver, nanny and gardener, all avoided without a trace. There are only two people who are still barely maintaining the cold war.It's just that such maintenance only needs a little twist, and the fireworks will fall apart.

The wounded old man was lounging on the sofa in Ge You's lying position, looking up at the ceiling, and glanced at his handsome full-time cook from the corner of his eye.

The young master was busy in the kitchen with a blank face, and his every thought was focused on the old man lying on the sofa.

Ling He suddenly paused in his hands: "I forgot, seafood is a hair product, so it shouldn't be given to you."

Yan Xiaodao said: "It's okay, don't hesitate if you have rough skin and thick meat, eat!"

The corner of Ling He's mouth curled up with a gratified expression: "Can you eat raw ones now? Some dishes are the freshest when eaten raw."

"Do you think I can't do anything like this?" Yan Xiaodao wrapped his injured foot into a rice dumpling and lifted it up on the back of the sofa, saying freely, "I still eat what I used to eat now."

Ling He took a glance while cooking, and was caught off guard by Mr. Yan's unrestrained posture by chance.His eyes were glued, and he stared for a long time at the fleshy waist exposed when Xiaodao raised his legs and the sexy thighs tight in the home pajamas... What a stunner.

"Zizi lala" started to explode under his hand, Ling He realized that the little octopus was burnt, how could such a simple dish be missed?

Silently, he poured the string of octopus stuck on the iron grate into the trash can, re-sprinkled the seasoning and grilled two more strings, and uttered a sentence that Yan Xiaodao couldn't understand: "Trash things, bring disaster to the country and the people!"

Who will bring disaster to the country and the people?

Yan Xiaodao didn't understand, he kept pressing the remote control in his hand to tune the channels, and suddenly found that Mr. Grandet Ling's house didn't buy a TV box, so he could only tune four channels?What a day!

Mr. Yan threw away the remote control, and could only continue to look at the beautiful Mr. Ling with peace of mind.

He really couldn't do anything, and he couldn't bear to face Ling He forever.Such a beautiful person, who can do it?Those shocking needle-prick scars on Ling He's legs, who is so vicious and vicious? ...

The two finally returned to the mode of chatting without saying a word, and they did not quarrel all night in a tacit understanding. This Thai seafood meal contributed a lot. Yan Xiaodao deeply comprehended the simple truth of "eating other people's short mouths".

Mr. Yan tried the first oyster with hot and sour lemon juice, the second mixed seafood soup baked in white wine, and the third charcoal-grilled small octopus with vanilla mung bean sauce and purple sweet potato cake.He sipped off the small octopus on the tip of the fork, chewing it so fragrantly, he was full of praise from the bottom of his heart: "It's delicious, Linghe, you can do it too!"

Yan Xiaodao is still soft-hearted and open-minded, he can't be benevolent in business, he can't be a couple, and he doesn't want to become unequal enemies.He sighed and said, "With your hand, it's all right to pursue a girl? It's enough to pursue anyone."

Ling He forked the things on the plate, eating boldly as always, and chewed the octopus out of a mouthful of oil: "I have never chased others."

Yan Xiaodao was originally a person with a keen mind, no matter how slow he was, he could still feel that Ling He had put a lot of thought into him, to please him.It's just that he eats grilled octopus with oyster and seafood soup, can he not care about the "braised pig's trotters" on his feet?Some things are not forgiving or unforgivable at all. He never hated Ling He, never hated, and didn't plan to take revenge, but the road ahead was blocked, and he had no hope of going on.

It's actually very easy to be greedy for a while, he can irresponsibly agree to go to bed with Ling He, just to satisfy the two people's impulsive lust and hunger and enjoy the dewy joy, the two men won't get pregnant, so what's the fear of having fun? ?

and then?

When the haze of the old case and those lingering dark figures come to the top of the head again, like a cruel net wrapping the two of them, the bloody and heart-piercing again is still inevitable, and we can't help ourselves , when the time comes, who will cut whom?

In the evening, Yan Xiaodao slept until a certain time in the middle of the night as usual, the door of the room coincided with his subconscious expectation, opened again and closed quickly.

The light-colored curtains let in the moonlight, and the dark shadow who entered was reserved in front of the bed for less than half a minute, and shamelessly went to bed without saying a word, lying beside him.

Ling He turned sideways and slowly closed his arms, holding him in his arms with extremely slow enjoyment-like movements, and finally got his wish.

Yan Xiaodao found out that Ling He was like this. When he lived in Linwan's house, he pretended to be so cool and aloof, that he didn't even tickle him with his little finger!Now it's Mr. Ling's own house, and he dares to show himself in front of him with any gesture, so thick-skinned!

Yan Xiaodao hummed in front of the opponent's eyebrows in a very manly voice: "If you have something to talk about, if you have nothing to kneel down, are you still sleeping?"

Ling He replied: "I know you haven't fallen asleep, you were awake last night."

Yan Xiaodao turned his head to look at the other party: "Do you know that I was awake last night?"

Ling He gave him a supercilious look: "How can anyone hold their breath while asleep? Didn't it hurt you?"

The two were so close that their bodies were almost touching, and they could feel each other's hotness and firmness through the last layer of quilt and clothes.The only estrangement left between them is a mountain that can't be crossed as far as the eye can see.

Yan Xiaodao felt sad: "Linghe, can you tell me the truth? Tell me why."

Ling He replied in eight words: "Blood and deep hatred, we cannot share the sky."

No matter how deep the blood and tears of the previous love were, Ling He couldn't express it no matter what. He lingered in his heart for a long time, even biting his tongue and bleeding.

A little bit of pain on the tip of the tongue is enough to spread the blood, and countless demons in hideous phantoms rushed towards him, tearing the blood vessels on his eyeballs, slapping his face, cutting his heart with a sharp knife, and trampling him into the mud before sending out A mocking sneer... He was used to viciousness since he was a child, and he had experienced all the tragedies in the world, so he learned to fight evil with evil and fight evil with poison. In this world, whoever has a soft heart loses.

The only thing that can soften his heart is the knife in his arms.

Ling He quickly closed his eyes, the blood vessels in the eyeballs were torn and hurt, and only by closing his eyelids could he temporarily dispel those figures that made him sick.What else could he say about the knife?Said, my life experience and destiny of Linghe is more than ten times more miserable than your life experience of Yan Xiaodao. Sleep and fly with you with peace of mind... Is it interesting to confess these things?Is he used to selling misery to gain sympathy, or is he willing to use the humble way of telling his misery in exchange for Xiao Dao's affection for him?

There was a deadlock in silence for 10 minutes, Ling He hugged him tenderly: "Xiaodao, after you are almost fully recovered from your injury, I will take you to a few places to relax and let you know some real past events by the way."

"Okay." Yan Xiaodao agreed.He knows that what should come will always come, so he no longer hesitates to avoid it.He was also curious and wanted to know how Lord Qi got the 50 cash to save his mother and son from the misfortune of fate with his chivalry and courage, and how he got the windfall fortune that never came.

Ling He didn't insult his nose this time, and his eyes met into the deep whirlpool: "You said that if you can heal your foot and return it to its original state, you will stay with me. Do you keep your word?"

Yan Xiaodao furrowed his black eyebrows, reluctantly unfolding his wrinkles: "You...cough!"

With a sigh, he sighed his eternal helpless entanglement and love for Ling He.

Mr. Yan's body is strong and strong, and he recovered quickly. Injury is like a routine for him.It takes a hundred days for other people to hurt their muscles and bones, but it may only take three weeks for him to be able to shout and drink with a group of people in the yard on one foot and be alive and kicking.

He is cheerful by nature, and has the heroic spirit of a man from a humble family background, which also happens to fit the fresh and heavy tastes of the group of partners around Mr. Likeable type.

During this period, Master Ling was not at home for a few days. According to Mao Zhixiu, Boss Ling temporarily booked a plane ticket to go to another place. They acted alone without telling anyone. They went to the S province in the northwest border, and secretly planned something , When he came back, his expression was gloomy and dignified.

Mr. Ling personally went to the bookstore to choose, and carried a bunch of miscellaneous history books and military books that fit Mr. Yan's hobbies, so that he can learn a lot and reach the world in the space of a bed.Ling He smiled and spoke with sarcasm: "We, Mr. Yan, are really elegant and have great ambitions. We are in our thirties and have not had time to cultivate ourselves and manage our family, so we plan to rule the country and the world."

Before Mr. Yan could concentrate his firepower to fire the cannon, Xiangu Mao poked her ball head out from behind the door frame and said excitedly: "Boss, you can marry. If you marry him, won't he have a family and a job!"

Yan Xiaodao ruthlessly shook his shoulders and laughed until his ribs ached, admiring with great interest Mr. Ling's stupid face of dissatisfaction when he was speechless.

Yan Xiaodao leaned on the bed and flicked through a set of "Up and Down 5000 Years". Once he said to Ling He: "I will lend you your cell phone and I will call my mother, but I haven't gone back to church with her for two weeks. If you don’t, I’ll tell her that I’m going on a business trip to a foreign company for a few months.”

Ling He stood in the middle of his room, falling into hasty hesitation, not hesitating whether to borrow the phone or not, and said for a while: "Don't tell your mother what I did, don't say I cut off your foot, I don't want her to be old sad."

"I don't know how to tell." Of course Yan Xiaodao would not be stupid enough to tell the truth, and he also didn't want to provoke his mother into mourning.

"Xiaodao, I'm not sorry for you. I'm just sorry for your mother. I hurt her precious son. She must not be able to accept it when she finds out. She must be very sad and resent me." Ling He threw the phone to Xiaodao, hiding the complexity Embarrassed, he walked out of the room.

Boss Ling told Xiangu Mao, "Everyone pack up, Mr. Yan's foot injury has almost healed, and we will start our journey together tomorrow."

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