Dirt

If it is said that He Yuan is the most embarrassing time of the day when he reads the news about Miao Miao in the morning and wants to cook for him, then now must be the most distressing time, it is to test whether he has a sense of justice, responsibility and responsibility as a front-line criminal policeman when.

Obviously, He Yuan chose justice. He coughed a few times, sat upright on the edge of Miao Miao's table, and waved his hands: "Continue to work overtime tonight, this clue must not be let go, tell the field staff to follow this clue carefully, If it is said that Hu Bing participated in Zhou De's bribery case, then Zhou Kangming's death is likely to be a forced victim of uneven distribution of spoils."

In the entire Lingang City Bureau, Gao Chen must be the one who knows He Yuan best. Even if He Yuan farts, Gao Chen can guess what he ate. At this moment, he can see through He Yuan's expression. With a feeling of disappointment and the expression of losing the most precious thing, Gao Chen stood up and moved to He Yuan's side on tiptoe:

"Boss, I'm on duty tonight, go back and rest, I'll call you if I need anything."

He Yuan was overjoyed when he heard the words, and the sense of loss in his eyes was instantly wiped out. He stretched out his arms to embrace Gao Chen, and squeezed Gao Chen to his strong chest muscles: "My good son, you are the one who will succeed me! You are sensible!"

Like a dog, Gao Chen hurriedly handed over the keys to He Yuan's motorcycle, nodded and bowed and sent He Yuan out of the city bureau, then took out a brand new coat from the changing room, and warmly put it on Miao Miao. Don't forget to ask for a safe journey.

He Yuan started the motorcycle with a smile of "children can be taught", ignored Miao Miao's speechless expression, and drove Miao Miao towards home amidst the roar of a series of motorcycles.

At the entrance of the supermarket, the Ducati stopped with the tail swinging. The person in front forced the helmet to the person behind, causing the whole hairstyle to go to a new era. He refused to get out of the car for a long time.

He Yuan: "Uncle Miao, what's the matter, get out of the car, why are you cooking for me if you don't buy vegetables?"

After a while, Miao Miao took out his mobile phone and pointed his index finger on the screen:

Miao Miao: I smell bad, I'll go to your house to take a bath at night.

He Yuan: Benefits?

Miao Miao: I cook noodles for you, but I'm not very good at it.

He Yuan: It's okay, I'm not picky and I can eat anything.

Miao Miao: ...

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Three seconds after the phone went black, Miao Miao took off his helmet and scratched his hair casually: "Do you have no noodles or no cooking pot?"

Half an hour later, He Yuan dragged Miao Miao out of the supermarket, dragging Miao Miao, who had failed to resist and dealt with it negatively, with a large stuffed shopping bag still in his hand.

"Pa" He Yuan turned on the light in the living room, Miao Miao took a step back in stress and looked at the pile of red coral corpses on the ground. He took a deep breath, carefully lifted his toes and collapsed, and went straight to the kitchen with a guilty conscience.

The kitchen scene was He Yuan's childhood dream, but unfortunately his parents never cared about him when they were filming. This kind of parents were cooking, and as a son, he watched carefully from the sidelines, which made He Yuan's heart warm up.

Although it was not a winter night, and there was no bitter wind blowing, the cook in the kitchen was He Yuan's Uncle Miao, but He Yuan still raised the corners of his mouth slightly and observed him very patiently.

That person carefully watched every step of the recipe, and followed every step without missing a step. With his fair and slender fingers, he pinched the lush shallots, and when he let go of the fingers, the shallots fell into the hot oil, making a sizzling sound.

The scent of shallots penetrated into He Yuan's nostrils with a vague warmth. He leaned lightly on the door frame of the kitchen, his heart was like a pot of old wine that had been opened, exuding a thick and mellow aroma.

Picking, filtering, and letting the scallion oil cool, every action does not have a trace of fireworks, like a man who takes care of his family and a housekeeping robot that has been programmed.

Suddenly, Miao Miao stopped moving, frowned and thought for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking:

"Uh... Team He... how much is the right amount?"

The two had a problem. The seasonings on the recipe suggested the appropriate amount. What is the appropriate amount?One was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, and he couldn't even tell the difference between sugar and salt. Although the other was moved between relatives, he had never been in the kitchen. This was simply a play scene of two children.

He Yuan picked up a pinch of salt and put it into his mouth, "Hiss—" He frowned: "This little is so salty, so let's put this much."

"What about soy... soy sauce and sugar?"

Miao Miao's question struck He Yuan's head with lightning and thunder. He bite the bullet and rummaged for a long time and finally found the old soy sauce. up.

On the dining table, two bowls of nice-looking scallion oil noodles were placed in front of them, but no one touched their chopsticks. After a long time, Miao Miao said, "Let's order takeaway, I'll treat you."

"Wave is not wasted, and the eight honors and eight disgraces of diligence and thrift must be memorized!"

He Yuan picked up the chopsticks as he said, someone must be the first to eat the crab.

The taste is too bland, it can be said that there is no taste, except that it is oily and greasy.He Yuan tried his best to make his expression look delicious, and slowly gave a thumbs up: "The taste is good, you can enter the catering industry, and you will be the dragon of the catering industry in the future..."

"Bah..." Miao Miao spat out the green onion leaves in her mouth, and took out her mobile phone to download the delivery software with an indifferent expression.

Twenty or ten minutes after the delivery boy came to the door, He Yuan and Miao Miao finally filled Tianlei's roaring stomach.

The mist in the bathroom was misty, Miao Miao stood under the shower, the water flowed down his body, he reached out to turn off the water, "Crack!" The shower gel was knocked to the ground, followed by anxious footsteps from outside With a sound, the bathroom door was pushed open in less than two seconds.

"Miao Miao! Are you okay..."

The moist and warm mist splashed on He Yuan's face, and he felt his ears were burning red. Miao Miao turned around and turned off the water and said lightly, "It's okay." Then he wrapped the towel around his body and wrapped it around his body. He Yuan, who was stunned, walked out.

A few minutes later.Miao Miao on the sofa was wrapped in a nightgown with her legs crossed, holding a cup of warm milk, and was in a trance. The scenery between her thighs was unobstructed. He Yuan coughed: "Are you seducing me?"

Miao Miao was stunned for two seconds, stood up without saying a word, and pressed He Yuan against the wall with all the strength of his body, his eyes were stern and his tone was cold: "I don't like men." After speaking, he shook his hands and went back to the room.

This time He Yuan was completely stunned. This was the first time he saw Miao Miao losing his temper. A few minutes later, he stretched his aching back, walked to the door of Miao Miao's bedroom, and said, "Master. , don't be angry, I apologize to you."

Miao Miao on the bed seemed to be a different person, the fierce aura she had just pierced her hands disappeared, and she was huddled in the thin quilt. This was a posture of trying to find a sense of security, and it suddenly became very distressing.

After a long time, the person on the bed let out a faint "hmm."

He Yuan bravely exited the room, holding a cup of honey water and gently placed it on Miao Miao's bedside, and asked tentatively, "Master, is your back injured?"

It was a shocking cut, from Miao Miao's shoulder to his waist, the cured dark hyperplasia was incompatible with the surrounding fair skin. When He Yuan broke into the bathroom, he saw the wound at first sight, but when faced with For Miao Miao, He Yuan just prayed that he wouldn't get needle eyes.

The person on the bed changed his position a little, and sat up a few seconds later, with wet hair still sticking to his cheeks, eyes flooded with water, and He Yuan panicked: "Damn it, you won't cry!" He thought to himself.

"This injury is for Bu Ming, otherwise how can we get close to him." Miao Miao turned his face away and kept his eyes on the honey water, and continued after a while:

"When I first entered the 'Flock of Sheep', I set up this trap. I was still a pony at that time. Sun Ting wanted to find a few informants to pretend to assassinate Bu Ming. I came to protect Bu Ming and gain Bu Ming's trust...the result The informant's ax was too heavy for him to hold."

Thousands of words gathered in He Yuan's heart, and finally blurted out: "I'll throw it away, it's all right? Have you reported a work injury?"

Miao Miao took a sip of honey water slowly: "No, why don't you report it to Team He?"

He Yuan's gaze moved uncontrollably from Miao Miao's wet hair all the way down to the beautiful collarbone around his neck, and finally stopped on a little blush on his chest. After a few seconds, He Yuan took a strong breath and forced his The picture in my mind was formatted, and a word popped out slowly:

"Report."

A few stars that were not bright at all in the night sky slowly hid behind the dark clouds, and the cold wind from the sky swept over the mountains and rivers, passed through the sea of ​​lights, and finally got into the half-opened windows.

He Yuanping was lying on the bed, and the images of Miao Miao in his mind and the dark red wound on his back kept switching. Finally, he sat up impatiently and found the cigarette and lighter by the light of his mobile phone.

The last time this kind of state happened was when He Yuan just participated in the anti-pornography operation when he was a police officer. A whole room of sex workers huddled together. That night He Yuan suffered from insomnia, and forced to fall asleep relying on the guidance of teachers and goddesses.

The moment the flame rose, He Yuan's face was lit up, and there was a hint of Huaichun on his tough face. He rubbed the smoke into his lungs, and cursed in a low voice, thinking: "I won't be crooked!" Bar."

In the early morning of the next day, He Yuan turned over and covered himself under the quilt again. A few seconds later, the phone rang like a thunder on the ground. He Yuan jumped up from the bed reflexively, and groped around for the phone with his eyes closed.

"Say."

"Boss! Hu Yan's roommate called the police, saying that Hu Bing had been to Hu Yan's dormitory just now!" Gao Chen's voice came to mind.

The dazed He Yuan opened his eyes wide in an instant, and it took a long time for the landslide and tsunami in his mind to speak: "Where is the person?"

"The man ran away, and Hu Yan's roommate was afraid that Hu Bing would do something, so he called the police after everyone left."

"Fuck! Tell the field staff to go to Hu Yan's dormitory."

He Yuan slammed down the phone, grabbed the clothes and put them on while walking. At this moment, Miao Miao was still asleep, so He Yuan pushed the door open and walked in, patting Miao Miao awake.

Before the eyes of the person on the bed opened, his hands were already under the pillow, and he turned over and got out of bed. A bright 40cm watermelon knife stopped a few centimeters from He Yuan's chest, and the whole set of movements was done in one go without any stagnation.

"Damn it, sir, where did you get this knife!" He Yuan exclaimed.

Miao Miao was stunned for a few seconds: "It was stolen from your kitchen, what's the matter?"

He Yuan stretched out a finger, gently turned the watermelon knife away, and said, "Hu Bing has gone to Hu Yan's dormitory. Are you going to go with me to see it or continue to be your watermelon knife hero?"

Miao Miao remained silent, threw the watermelon knife on the bed, grabbed He Yuan's prepared clothes, put them on in one piece, and walked to the bathroom.

The sound of water flowing in the bathroom and the sound of rinsing mouth all reached He Yuan's ears. He remembered Miao Miao's reaction when he came back to find the air conditioner remote control for Miao Miao last time, and the watermelon knife just now. He Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, Look toward the bathroom like a lion inspecting its prey.

"Why are you so vigilant." He Yuan thought to himself.