Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The next day Hotch and Wu Cong failed to catch the earliest flight, and the result of their indulgence was that the next day's waist was sore and legs were weak and lethargic.

However, Hotch didn’t have any negative emotions about it. Although the relationship between superiors and subordinates did entangle him for a few seconds, it didn’t mean anything in the end. He enjoyed the whole process without any discomfort. Wu Cong also expressed That's good, isn't that enough? To be honest, it's just the two of them behind closed doors. Whoever has nothing to do will be too busy to worry about it.

After breaking through the last layer, the relationship between Wu Cong and Hotch has developed rapidly with the naked eye. They leapfrogged through the running-in period and found a state of being comfortable with each other.

In the blink of an eye, it was mid-December, and there were sporadic snowflakes in the sky. Today, the snow was not very heavy, and the ground was slippery and slippery, bringing a bit of gloomy coldness to the bone.

Today is Saturday, Hotch and Wu Cong welcomed a little guest early in the morning - Haley is about to be promoted, this time is very busy, and her sister recently had a hot fight with a young and handsome man , she was naturally too embarrassed to let little Jack disturb the dating of the young lovers. Looking at it this way, the only choice was her ex-husband who suddenly came out to her a few days ago.

That's right, Hotch's frankness caught people off guard, but there were early warning signs. Strictly speaking, he and Wu Cong have been close since the first day they met, unlike the relationship between ordinary landlords and tenants. Later, it became more and more intimidating. It's not uncommon for people not to see, and finally they really become a couple.

In addition, everyone's attitude towards sexuality is quite open, so the "family members" on Hotch's side accepted it quite quickly. Under the guidance of his parents, little Jack also slowly admitted Wu Cong as his "new father". Cong's food offensive made his little face round, and Hotch had to take him out for running and playing football every week to increase the amount of exercise, so as not to wake up one day to find that his son had become a fat ball.

The only person who was frightened by this incident was probably Hotch's younger brother Sean. This young man who graduated from a prestigious law school and went to work as a chef was caught by Hotch's concise and clear "I am spending my life with a man. Maintaining a romantic relationship on the premise" flicked the phone and flew into the frying pan, and the next second picked up the coat and rushed out.

He and Hotch's brother relationship is very good, which stems from their mother who died young and their father who was not qualified, so that they can only rely on each other for a long time. Relatively speaking, Hotch is more mature than him as the eldest brother Rational, no matter what he does, he is very reliable, he has always come up with something and Hotch educates him with a straight face, he never thought in his life that he would be so worried that he was at a loss, like a single father whose daughter fell in love with a bad boy Can't wait to pull out a pistol and shoot someone dead.

The restaurant where Sean works is also in Quantico, and it doesn't take long to drive all the way to Hotch's apartment on a motorcycle, but when he opens the door and meets Hotch's face, the courage he has accumulated all the way is gone in an instant.

#On the Deterrence of Parents#

"Who is it?" Wu Cong asked as he poked his head out from the kitchen, and behind him little Jack followed suit, holding a small bowl of sweet soup in his hand.

"It's Uncle Sean!" Little Jack ran over with his short legs, "Good afternoon, Uncle Sean!"

"Good afternoon." Sean leaned over and picked up little Jack, "Did the young man miss me?"

"Think about it!" Little Jack replied loudly, giggling and kissing Sean's cheek, "Uncle Sean's cookies are super delicious!"

Of course Hotch knew what his brother was doing here, but he didn't try to convince Sean, just let him have a meal in the apartment.

On a rare rest day, Wu Cong cooked a table of good dishes, adding someone is not a big deal, although it is not good to say so, but compared with the appetite of the little girl Dansha, ordinary people are scum.

Sean sat in the living room for a while, consciously unable to resist the majesty of the elder's silence, he took off his coat decisively, rolled up his sleeves and entered the kitchen under the banner of helping.

Then he fell to his knees under Wu Cong's sharp knife skills of removing the bone from the fish and shredded the meat.

Back then, Taotie relied on his excellent cooking skills to conquer the cool and domineering president of a multinational company at home. Since then, he has turned from a small farmhouse owner Xianyu to the pinnacle of his life. Now Wu Cong has also conquered his lover by relying on his excellent cooking skills. From then on, my younger brother had a happy life. On Christmas Eve, my son (not) my lover, my hibernating daughter (what the hell) was still wrapped around my wrist, and we stood outside the airport together to greet our old friends from China.

Because Song Yu, an old fish, was coming, Triton had to go back to Europe three days ago. One can imagine how frantic Europe would be tossed by the depressed siren.

To a certain extent, Song Yu and Wu Cong are very similar. Hotch thought so when he saw it from a distance. The man who looks about 30 years old has an indescribable sense of vicissitudes and alienation, no matter how much he smiles. It is kind and amiable, and it is difficult to make people feel close.

"Long time no see." Song Yu greeted Wu Cong with a smile, clasped his hands together, his brows and eyes were picturesque, and he seemed to be well nourished by humans.

Wu Cong returned a salute with a half-bow, "Jiu Shu greets you, I don't know if you're all right here."

"Very good." Song Yu smiled, and embraced the young man beside him, "I told you, the one from my family."

"Zhao Changle...Mr. Zhao, right?" Wu Cong nodded slightly, then turned to introduce Hotch and little Jack beside him, "This is my family and his son."

He naturally said that little Jack was his son, and little Jack also tugged at the corner of his clothes very cooperatively, showing a cute and cute smile like a little angel.

The child's smile couldn't touch the vicissitudes and cold heart of Song Yu, an old salted fish, but Zhao Changle obviously liked it. He took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and handed it over, and said in his stuttering and not very proficient English: "Please eat...very sweet..."

Little Jack looked up at the adult's expression before reaching out to take it, and obediently said thank you.

The kids are really cute.Zhao Changle sighed, looked at the face of the old man Xianyu, and buried this thought in his heart.

He was exhausted from dealing with one fish, it was better not to harm the children.

Thinking of the fish's slippery scales and hollow eyes, Zhao Changle still couldn't help shivering subconsciously.

Wu Cong’s apartment has three floors. Needless to say, the first floor is a storage room. On the second floor, Wu Cong lives with Hotch. The CIA agent who went abroad received a long-term transfer order, so he paid liquidated damages and canceled the rental agreement.

The layout in the room was very simple, so simple that Wu Cong didn't even spread a bed sheet for him, like a rough house, it was more about emptying than tidying up.

At that time, Hotch thought it was a little rude, but seeing that Song Yu wanted to move the bed, and the pots and pans brought their own luggage, which was no different from moving house, so he understood why Wu Cong said so disgustingly that Song Yu just liked it. Minimalist style.

There's so much luggage, it won't be possible to put it down unless it's all emptied, okay?

Song Jiao asked Zhao Changle to sit in Wu Cong's room downstairs, and took Wu Cong upstairs to tidy up the room.

Mr. Zhao Changle, who is not very good at English, and Hotch, who is ignorant of Chinese, looked at each other, communicating with each other with difficulty, relying on body movements like a chicken talking to a duck.

Fortunately, the atmosphere is not bad.

Little Jack looked left and right, took out a small box from under the coffee table, took out a piece of peach cake and gnawed on it like a little hamster.

He can't eat too much, he has to save some for Ruby, the little slob who fell asleep and didn't want to wake up.

Upstairs, the two who were talking about tidying up the room lazily nestled in two beanbag sofas, one threw out a few paper figurines, and the other contributed a few beans. In the growing modern society, it is only useful to help with housework.

Song Yu brought two jugs of wine, threw one to Wu Cong and opened it by himself, the slightly scalding wine was obviously very suitable for his taste, squinting his eyes and kicking Wu Cong: "Are you settled? "

"Don't say you didn't see it." Wu Cong raised his hand and waved at him, "The red thread is all tied, don't you believe me?"

"It seems that the tie is pretty tight." Of course, Song Yu could see the "thread" tied to Wu Cong's hand, and the other end stretched to the hand of the detective downstairs, "Then what do you think about it?"

"What are you talking about?" Wu Cong fiddled with the red string on his wrist with a lazy expression.

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said: "You have a lot of things to do, I'm talking about returning to China, the government can't let you stay abroad for decades and not go back."

The United States is also reluctant to let unstable factors like Wu Cong stay in the country for too long.

"There is still a shortage of people in the International Liaison Section in the underworld." Wu Cong said, "Song Xia won't mind helping me deploy it."

Recently, Song Xia's volatile temper has improved a lot, and Wu Cong readily agreed to it when he said it. Anyway, there is a shortage of people in the underworld, and it is also a good thing to have a reliable external contact.

The major prerequisite for resolving internal conflicts among the people is a stable external environment.

"Just hide your body well." Song Yu curled her lips, "Don't be like that guy Ying Long, who will cause us a lot of trouble when you die."

"That's a special situation for him." Wu Cong rubbed his forehead, and also remembered the situation when he went to clean up the mess for Yinglong all night. The original shape was too big like a mountain range, and it took them three or four months to clean it up. "I will take the corpse down."

Wherever Ji's body is placed, it will end in a thousand miles of red land, so it's better to take it to the underworld. It just so happens that there is still a shortage of treasures in the Sea of ​​Fire Prison, so putting it there will make the best use of it.

"It seems that you have already made up your mind." Song Yu raised her head and took a sip of her wine, "Don't be polite to me if you need anything."

"Do you think I'll be polite to you?" Wu Cong raised his eyebrows, seeing a few little paper figurines walking past carrying a big sack, he asked, "This is?"

"Hot shed organic vegetables." Song Yu propped his chin and instructed the little paper figurine to send the sack into the kitchen, "I got it from Taotie." He glanced at Wu Cong, "Do you want it?"

"Old rules."

"make a deal."

Thousands of miles away in China, Taotie gritted his teeth and wanted to cry as he looked at his vegetable field with only a few dead branches and leaves.

He's going to eat all those bastards——

Forget it, can't beat it.

Sniffing, Taotie squatted at the head of the field and tried hard to dig up the remaining potatoes and peanuts in the soil.

A certain president who had foreseen this had already prepared more than a dozen tables of feasts at home, waiting for the poor little one who had nothing to bring home.