Absurd marriage

Seeing that he was unconscious, Sun Wei finally put down the steel needle. He pushed the other person away, closed the door of the torture room, and then walked to Jiang Zheng's side, untied the rope on his upper body, and changed him from a sitting position to a lying position. .

Except for his two bloody hands, the rest of his body is very clean, with a white shirt, slim trousers, and exquisite cuff buttons. He has only been in the outside world for a month, and this young boy has grown up. appearance.

Green apples are ripened into red apples, which are naturally more attractive.

Sun Wei raised his hand to unbutton Jiang Zheng's shirt, only two of which were undone, and Omega's fair and clear collarbone was exposed under Sun Wei's wolf-like eyes. He bent down and kissed the pair of beautiful bones.

As the instructor of the ten divisions, he superficially advises the serving personnel to be absolutely loyal to the royal family, but selfishly wishes for a few more traitors, and he will interrogate each traitor.

The quality of the Omega recruited from ten places is higher than that of the concubine selected by the royal family.

He always uses the name of interrogation to express his selfish desires under the guise of public aid.

Jiang Zheng is not the first, nor will he be the last.

Enough kissing, he was about to enjoy it further, at this moment, the door of the torture room was pushed open from the outside: "Sir, the police..."

The person who came in to report saw Sun Wei lying on top of the prisoner, and wanted to go away tactfully as he had done several times before, but the person who came back was a big shot, and he couldn't afford to provoke him.

Sun Wei's good deed was interrupted, so naturally he would not have a good face.

The visitor bit the bullet and said, "There is a new development in the case. The police station released the arrest warrant for Jiang Zheng."

"What?" Sun Wei really didn't expect this reversal. People who were sent to mediate in the past basically had no chance of turning over, because the hidden rule here is: better to kill by mistake than let it go.

He glanced at Jiang Zheng, who had fallen into a coma.

The beauty who got it was reluctant to let it go.

"Tomorrow morning, I will personally send the person back to the police station, you can go out."

"No." The other party said: "The other side means that the person must be returned now."

"Return? Jiang Zheng is a member of the ten divisions, what are you talking about?"

Someone came to remind him: "Don't forget, he is the person named by Secretary-General Sheng himself."

"..."

Sun Wei squeezed Jiang Zheng's cheek unwillingly: "You are really different, there are still people coming to save you."

He was still desperate: "Wait another hour, and I will personally send the person back to the secretariat when it's done."

"no need."

Sheng Jisong had already reached the door of the torture room, kicked the door open, and said coldly, "I'll come and pick it up myself."

Sun Wei was taken aback, and quickly stood up. His clothes were fairly neat, and he didn't have time to move, but Jiang Zheng's open shirt was exposed to the air, and he told everyone silently that Sun Wei was going to do it just now. What.

Sheng Jisong frowned, and when he walked into the room, he was hit by an unpleasant smell.

After all, Sun Wei was a little afraid of the secretary-general, so he went over to stop the spraying mechanism of the medicine mist.

Sheng Jisong knew that this was a poisonous mist aimed at forcing confessions from Omega, and that Shibu always tortured people, but these were tacitly agreed by Ouyang Hong and could not be changed.

His abilities are limited, he only protected Sheng Ling in the past, but now suddenly there is another person he wants to protect.

He walked to the execution platform and personally untied the rope on Jiang Zheng's leg. When he touched his arm, he saw the condition of Jiang Zheng's hands in the dim light. With a few steel needles, others would gasp when they saw this scene. How painful should a person who has really suffered this kind of punishment be.

He glared at Sun Wei, and Sun Wei quickly excused himself: "I am following the rules of the Ten Division."

"Torture people to death before they are convicted of a crime. Is this the rule of the ten divisions, or your own rule?"

"..." Sun Wei had nothing to say for a while, even if he had ten guts, he wouldn't dare to confront the Secretary-General.

Sheng Jisong took out his handkerchief, wiped off the transparent liquid on Jiang Zheng's collarbone, and then threw the handkerchief at Sun Wei's feet, showing his dislike clearly.

He fastened the buttons for Jiang Zheng, then avoided the wound, put one hand on his waist and the other through his knees, lifted Omega horizontally from the execution platform, and led him out of the wet and cold torture room.

Holding Jiang Zheng in his arms, he walked through the corridors of the mediation office, ignoring everyone's attention, and didn't put him down until the infirmary.

The ten places are some distance away from the hospital. Jiang Zheng's hand injury is too serious and must be dealt with first.

The doctor first gave Jiang Zheng a simple bandage, and then gave him medicine.

During the whole treatment process, he let Jiang Zheng lean in his arms.

Jiang Zheng was in a daze, he could feel that he had left the dangerous and cold environment, and fell into a warm embrace, and there was even a mellow pheromone protecting him intentionally or unintentionally—even if there was no marked relationship, The pheromone still reassured him.

Zhao Bailu's case was full of turmoil. The management of the Tenth Division knew that the case had been reversed, and heard that Sheng Jisong had come to pick him up in person, so he quickly showed up to express his apology. , the ten divisions must have an explanation to the secretary-general.

Sheng Jisong didn't show any good looks, but he talked about Sun Wei's abuse of lynching. He personally filed a complaint, and Sun Wei was demoted on the spot.

This punishment is considered light, but it can also be regarded as the face of the Secretary-General.

Sheng Jisong didn't have time to delve into it. He looked at Jiang Zheng's gauze-wrapped hands, and was quite worried. If there was something wrong with such nimble and beautiful hands, his abilities would be limited.

The doctor gave Jiang Zheng intravenous injections of relieving potions, one shot after another. The potions in the torture room were all powerful medicines for tigers and wolves. One drop could be fatal, but a whole bottle could often be used. Jiang Zheng suffered greatly from it.

After three injections of the relieving medicine, a trace of blood was restored to the innocent face, and the lips were not so white. When the fifth injection was given, Jiang Zheng's eyelashes trembled, and he woke up with his eyes open.

Sheng Jisong breathed a sigh of relief and asked him how he was feeling.

This voice made Jiang Zheng think that he was dreaming, but the pain from the injection was real. He had to react for a while before he could believe that he was hugged by Sheng Jisong, and the warmth in the dream was actually given by him.

"...you?"

"It's me." Sheng Jisong replied.

"...You actually came to save me..."

His eyes blurred, and a drop of water slipped from the corner of his eyes.

He hadn't tasted the feeling of being accompanied by someone when he woke up from an illness for a long, long time.

He didn't shed a tear when he was tortured in such pain, but now he was defeated by Sheng Jisong's "it's me".

"Don't cry." Sheng Jisong wiped away his tears with his fingertips, and reassured him: "All problems have been solved."

Jiang Zheng also thought it was all right, but he accidentally saw the needle in the doctor's hand, and suddenly resisted, Sheng Jisong held him down and asked what's wrong.

"Needle, don't let me see it..."

The doctor saw that he was so afraid, and with the injury on his hand, he guessed the crux of the problem immediately: "It's a bit like acute phobia."

Sheng Jisong understood it as soon as he heard it. He didn't expect Jiang Zheng to be provoked to this kind of illness after only staying at the mediation office for a day.

He had already dealt with everything quickly, but it was still a step too late.

"This is the last injection, you bear with it." The doctor said out of consideration for his health.

Sheng Jisong raised his hands to cover Omega's ears and eyes, telling him not to be afraid, and the doctor then moved.

Jiang Zheng was pressed on the heart by him, and all outside voices were cut off. The only thing he could hear was Mr. Sheng's heartbeat.

plop plop plop

Then he heard his own heartbeat

Plop plop plop plop!thump!thump! !

faster and faster!faster and faster!

Before losing control, Sheng Jisong let go of his hand, and he found that Jiang Zheng's face became much ruddy after the last injection.

"This medicine works well, do you feel better?"

Jiang Zheng nodded with a blushing face, only he himself knew why his face blushed so quickly.