Brandy and Erguotou

It was already three or four o'clock in the afternoon when Guo Ding came back from the director's office. He was so hungry that his chest stuck to his back without eating, but he didn't have the slightest appetite.

When I arrived at the office, I turned out the biscuits and barely chewed a few pieces.When passing the wastebasket, I found some mess.

The idea that suddenly popped into Guo Ding's mind was: It's broken, the office has been searched.

So he immediately mobilized the surveillance video of the security room to see who had been in his office.

Brandy, wearing a turquoise T-shirt, sneaks into the office...

Guo Ding narrowed his eyes, wanting to see what the kid was doing sneaking in.

After a while, Guo Ding destroyed the video expressionlessly.

Unfortunately, he also saw the painting.

Should have just put it in the shredder, damn it.

The child actually kissed his own shirt?

fuck it.

The child is holding the shirt to watch, the camera can't see the expression on his face, only the tight curve of the jaw can be barely discerned.

Then, he raised his shirt and rubbed it against the tip of his nose.

Guo Ding felt distressed because of this action.

What do you like?what is love?

This is an eternal research proposition in the long river of history.

Similarly, unforgettable love and liking are also treasures that can be passed down through the ages.

Xu Xian and the White Snake, Dong Yong and the Seventh Princess, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, and even those elegant and sad sentences in the Book of Songs.

However, in the thousands of years of history, there is absolutely no love and liking between two men.

What does Guo Ding care about?

Mind holding hands in front of everyone, the disgusted expressions of others.

Mind the back and forth persuasion of parents, relatives and friends, and the pressure created by tears.

If you don't mind the leader persuading you to quit, your future will be ruined.

shit.

The only thing he minded was delaying the children.

How old is Brandy?Sixteen, and what was Guo Ding doing when he was 16?He is in adolescence and hooks up with girls everywhere in school. The sunny face will always be liked by others, and the girlfriends also change rounds.

What if Brandy suddenly didn't like him one day?Can't tell.

Guo Ding is already 27 years old, 11 years older than Brandy.Standing at thirty, starting a family at 30, and hugging a fat boy at 32.This is Guo Ding's plan before Brandy came.But now it was all disrupted by Brandy.

After all, you are still not very confident, right?

How can I be worthy of Brandy? He has the talent to go further.

Guo Ding turned off the computer and smiled wryly, saying when did the second captain of the serious crime team become so indecisive?

At this time, Brandy, who Guo Dian thinks about day and night, is sitting in the coffee shop downstairs of the police station, drinking coffee, holding the computer and checking the data carefully.

"Hey, where is Xiao Zhang collecting garbage?" A middle-aged man asked softly.

The man wearing a thick dust mask and hat nodded and pointed to the waste paper next to him.

The middle-aged man seemed to be familiar with him, and said: "Wait a minute, I remember there is still a stack of used newspapers at home, I will take it down for you right away."

The man in the hat didn't speak, but stood where he was.

After a while, the middle-aged man handed it to him with a large stack of books.

The person in the hat took it, and glanced at the date on the book, which was in the past few days. Knowing that the middle-aged man wanted to save himself in this way, he raised his head and made a thank you sign language to the middle-aged man, turned and left.

The middle-aged man smiled honestly and touched the back of his head.

"Big man, you said that no suspect has been caught so far in this case, what should we do?"

Yang Zhen was sitting in the car digging for ice cream to eat, and after eating a few mouthfuls, he scooped out a big lump and fed it to Xu Yao next to him.

Xu Yao was reading the information, and opened his mouth to accept Yang Zhen's small reward.

"There is no case in the world that is flawless. The tighter we push, the more the murderer will reveal. You, just concentrate on eating your ice cream and don't think too much."

Yang Zhen smiled, ate the last bite of ice cream, got out of the car and threw the ice cream box.

I didn't expect that I was too anxious at the corner, didn't pay attention to look ahead, and bumped into a soft body abruptly.

"Oops I'm going... sorry, are you okay?"

Yang Zhen was knocked so hard that he sat on the ground all of a sudden, seeing that the people in front of him were knocked out of their hands, he immediately got up to help pack things up.

Scattered on the ground are the latest anthologies of abstracts, wrapped in a pile of braided ropes, and now they are all scattered on the ground.

The person who was hit didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end, but just squatted and knelt on the ground to pack his things.

Yang Zhen saw that the man was wearing a very worn T-shirt, and the pants had been washed so that the original color could not be seen.A thick hat covered most of his face, not to mention wearing a dust mask, only a pair of eyes could be seen outside.

"So...sorry?" Yang Zhen said softly when he tidied up the books and handed them to the man.

The man in the hat raised his eyes and made a sign language that he didn't mind.

Yang Zhen used to study scout courses in the police academy, so he understands basic sign language.

So he squinted his eyes and smiled, and said, "You work here? How many years have you worked?"

The pupils of the person in the hat shrunk, took the book and put it on the cart, and raised his hand to make a five.

"Oh, hehe, if you didn't hurt yourself, then you can continue to work."

After Yang Zhen finished speaking, he picked up the ice cream box on the ground and threw it into the trash can, then turned and walked away.

A flash of panic flashed in the eyes of the man in the hat, he pulled the cart and walked forward.

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