Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Full of anticipation ghost.

Wu Cong turned over expressionlessly, thinking that he was a fool for expecting to regain his human form some time ago.

This is the third day of his insomnia, the loss of someone's breath around him made him unable to sleep at night, he always felt empty, as if something was missing, inexplicably irritable and anxious.

But now he is not the same little dumpling as before, there is nothing to be ashamed of when Da Lala crawls on someone else's bed, now he has regained his human form, and his reservedness that was struck by instinct has also successfully returned, killing him Begging to rub Hotch's single bed in vain, I really can't get rid of my face.

Another night was coming to an end. In fact, the most difficult thing for him was not the insomnia, but the depression in his heart that was constantly beating but did not know where it came from, which made him toss and turn, restless.

"A Lang?" Dan Sha next to him rubbed his eyes in a daze and sat up, rubbing Wu Cong's clothes with nostalgia, "Can't A Lang sleep?"

"It's okay." Wu Cong patted her on the back, holding Dansha into his arms like before, "Good boy."

Dan Sha struggled to reflect the meaning of Wu Cong's words for a while, but before he realized it, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Wu Cong smiled helplessly, and simply half sat up and took a book from the bookshelf beside the bed to read.

Hotch, who was separated by the wall, tugged at the pillow half asleep, and fell into a deep sleep.

Obviously, Hotch adapts to the separation much faster than Wu Cong, or, for the heroic Mr. Detective, he is more able to adjust himself to adapt to the changes in life.

The loss of a small hairball around him would at most wake up Hotch, who has always had a good sleep quality, a few times at night, but it would not keep his eyes open for several days until dawn like Wu Cong next door.

Gradually it was dawn, the curtains filtered the glare of the sun, leaving only warmth and light, the alarm clock next to the bed dutifully rang, waking up Hotch who was sleeping on this side, and also woke up the other side who had read a book all night Wu Cong.

Staying up for several days and nights did not affect his spirit. He closed the books and put them back on the bookshelf, scratched the seven-inch position of the red python that was entangled with him, and the tight shackles were loosened, allowing him to get out of it get out of bed.

Dansha's hibernation is not over yet, sometimes in the form of a human and sometimes in the form of a giant python, sleeping in the dark, and probably won't be able to recover his usual spirit until after the waking of stings.

Wu Cong checked Dansha's physical condition, and confirmed that she was in good health, and she was steadily absorbing the aura of heaven and earth in hibernation.

Moving away the tail tip that was blocking the bathroom door, and after thinking about it, he pushed the tail back. Wu Cong took out a change of clothes and towels from the closet, and calmly went to the next door and knocked on the door to borrow the bathroom.

"Dansha blocked the door." He said, "I don't like the feeling of the dust-proof spell."

Hotch looked at Wu Cong, who was wearing pajamas and wearing fluffy rabbit slippers (hand-picked by Dansha), and moved away silently: "You can do whatever you want."

To be honest, he had been the spirit behind Wu Cong for so many years, and he could see everything clearly, so there was nothing to be ashamed of.

So Wu Cong took his clothes to wash, Hotch opened the refrigerator and took out two eggs, paused and asked loudly, "Are the eggs fried or boiled?"

"Fry." Wu Cong's voice was a bit inaudible amidst the splashing water, "Wontons are in the refrigerator, just boil the water and put them in." After a few seconds, Wu Cong turned off the water and stepped on his slippers Push the door open, "The ingredients are on the second floor of the cabinet, and there are twenty wontons in one bag."

After giving instructions, he felt that there should be nothing else to do. Wu Cong closed the door and continued to take a bath. A 5-minute battle bath was enough for Hotch to boil water and put the wontons from the refrigerator in. Wu Cong pulled his hair behind his head and let it dry naturally. He took over. Breakfast works.

Some time ago, he had fully appreciated how simple a single man's breakfast could be. Except for the bread, it was bread.

The small wontons are made of pure meat. When they are served, they are sprinkled with egg skin, seaweed, and a little shrimp skin. No matter how you look at them, they are better than bread.

A bowl of small wontons and a fried egg per person, of course, a man’s appetite is not enough, and of course there are other things, such as small buns with various fillings, fried pork chops that are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, etc. Looking at the full refrigerators in the two apartments, one can see how Wu Cong vented his aggrieved anger after regaining his human form.

During these nine cold winters, he actually robbed the crabs that Taotie had hidden and came back to make crab meat dumplings. It is conceivable how terrifying the quantity of these dishes is.

Hotch worked hard while figuring it out in his heart. It’s very good. After eating like this, half of it will be solved in about a week. The remaining half will be distributed to team members and close friends and colleagues, and the other part will be given to Dansha. Kindergarteners, so...

All resolved without any issues.

After breakfast, Hotch and Wu Cong went out together. The ban on Wu Cong's second form was indeed removed, but looking at the black leather rope still hanging around his neck, he knew that the restriction of not being too far away was still there. Cancel.

However, under Song Xia's operation, the distance of a few meters has been turned into tens of meters.

Wu Cong uncomfortably tugged at the leather strap tightly attached to his neck, feeling like a dog with a collar, only a bell was missing.

The U.S. government arranged an office for him in the FBI building. After all, he already had the title of a special adviser in the FBI, and adding another office was within the scope of the regulations.

And... the Special Counsel is not part of the FBI staff.

BAU got to the office early on a rare occasion to gossip about his boss before Hotch came.

"You said..." Morgan laughed gossipingly, "Hotch is really with that... who is that?" He raised his thumb and bent it, his unfinished words were self-evident.

"They all go to work together in the same car." Emily cited an example, "Even Garcia and Kevin don't go to work together by car."

"That's because the two of us can't make a big show." Garcia held his chest and looked confused, "It's like Romeo and Juliet, a love destined to be opposed."

"But you know what you should know." JJ laughed, "Although the regulations do prohibit office romances, that's right."

Strictly prohibiting such things as office romances obviously does not apply to Mr. Special Consultants who are non-staff.

"They are really a good match." Garcia continued to maintain a bewildered expression, "Breakthrough the barriers of nationality and social pressure to go together, just like a fairy tale."

"Come on Garcia." Rossi laughed. "Both of them are not like that."

Two men who seem to be mature and calm, no matter how they get together, it will not be a fairytale style. He casually imagined that it might be that one day he suddenly realized his feelings for each other and then got together in a normal way. Development, probably belongs to the kind of monotonous plot that will not have any ratings on TV.

Reid, who knew a little bit of special inside information from Triton, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, and finally remained silent wisely.

Since he became the only non-single member in the group, every time he came to this kind of relationship-related topic, in order not to get burned, it was better not to talk.

because……

"If you really want to tell a fairy tale, it's still our BabyKid." Morgan teased.

Yes, even if he doesn't speak, he will inevitably become the fish in the pond.

Reid tried his best to glared at the gossip team in front of him with the most lethal eyes, picked up the documents on the table and spread them out: "It's time in 5 minutes, are you sure you still want to stand here?"

The next second he reminded, he heard the sound of the elevator ding, and Wu Cong and Hotch came out one after the other.

"Morning." Wu Cong greeted with a smile and nodded, passing through the people who looked serious about work and discussing documents, as if they didn't know how they rushed into their seats and started working in a few seconds, and walked up the stairs with Hotch. There are two adjacent offices.

In order to make space, they spared no effort to allocate an extra meeting room for BAU, so they wentssiped a little about Wu Cong's background.

But there's something more gossip-worthy right now.

"see it?"

"Of course it's that obvious."

"Definitely the same style."

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is really aboveboard."

What they are talking about is undoubtedly the leather rope tied around Wu Cong's neck. Although it looks the same as the accessories that can be seen everywhere on the street, anyone who is a little knowledgeable can tell that the material is unusual, and the edge of the twisted thin rope is faint. With a slight red streamer, there is a small red gemstone in the center.

And the leather rope of the same material and style, they have also seen on Hotch's wrist, it is roughly wrapped around a few times and hidden in the sleeve of the shirt, and only occasionally can you get a glimpse of it.

At first glance, it looks like a custom-made same style, completely nailing their relationship with BAU.

Wu Cong chatted with a few night owls in China for a while in his office, then got up and went to the office next door to help.

The number of documents on Hotch's desk has never decreased. Wu Cong stood by and sorted the documents, and said while sorting out, "Your team members seem to have misunderstood something."

"Something about our relationship."

Hotch lowered his head to sign his name on the document, raised his eyes and glanced at Wu Cong, "They must have misunderstood."

"But aren't you very happy?"

Apparently, Mr. BAU's detective knows everything about Wu Cong's emotional changes.

"What about you?" Wu Cong stopped what he was doing, leaned forward leaning on the table, "I think you seem to be in a good mood."

Hotch put the pen aside, closed the file, and looked up into Wu Cong's eyes.

Wu Cong smiled.

Someone has to pierce the window paper first, and there will be no progress in the stalemate.

Hotch watched him calmly.

The next second, Hotch grabbed Wu Cong by the collar, stood up and kissed him.

"Hotch, I have a case on my side—" JJ pushed the door halfway and then immediately turned back, "Sorry."

"It's okay." Wu Cong stood up straight and licked the corners of his lips, trying to cover up the look of being caught off guard very well.

Today's young people can't be underestimated.