Settled in the sweet spot

Early the next morning, He Zheng, who is the team leader, senior brother, neighbor, etc., knocked on the door of An Xu's house, and An Xu opened the door after 2 minutes. He Zheng saw the tattoo on An Xu's chest again, it looked like a snail?

An Xu, who was insomnia staring at the ceiling, fell asleep at four in the morning, and was woken up at six. He leaned sleepily on the door frame as if he had no bones in his body, staring at He Zheng with half-closed eyes, waiting for him to speak.

He Zheng looked at his listless and lazy appearance, "The group will make dumplings for you, pack up and go to the alley."

"Okay, Team Leader."

An Xu yawned and turned to go back to wash. The door was not closed. He Zheng stood at the door and did not intend to go in, but he had already seen most of the furnishings inside. There was a fish tank with goldfish on the coffee table, a trash can and a shoe-changing seat at the door. Small stool, these details clearly told He Zheng that An Xu lied to him last night.

But now he doesn't care about these things, An Xu cleaned up in 10 minutes, He Zheng was driving, An Xu caught up on the road, and the two of them entered the small courtyard.

In the room, the dumpling-making army headed by Lao Fang was fighting hard: Tang Sancai rolled the dough, Shenlong and Feng Suizi made dumplings, and the whole group waited for dinner with Xie Xiaoshan hugging Sixi's neck.

As soon as An Xu entered the room, he saw the pot of minced meat, which was red with visible but very fine bloodshot eyes. The haze buried in his heart for decades surrounded An Xu. At last, the disguised mask was torn apart, and he hurriedly turned to find the bathroom.

He Zheng, who was following behind, was knocked sideways by him, and when he stood still, the others looked at each other and you all lost your mind.

Shen Long put down the dumpling wrapper and said innocently, "An Xu is from the Hui nationality? Isn't this pork?"

Lao Fang had already considered this, so he went to buy beef specially. An Xu's reaction just now was too big. He crossed his bracelet and looked towards the door, "Maybe he doesn't like dumplings, He Zheng is going to have a look."

An Xu vomited in the bathroom in the dark, but his stomach was empty in the morning, and he couldn't spit out anything except saliva. At this time, He Zheng walked up behind him, and the fragments of that year flashed through An Xu's mind. Tears overflowed from the eyes, "vomit..."

When An Xu calmed down and turned around, he was no longer in the embarrassment just now, and he was talking to Sunflower and He Zheng with a smile.

"Sorry, my stomach is not very good. I want to exercise my stomach in the yard. Can you call me after the dumplings are made?"

He Zheng stared at the corners of An Xu's red eyes with slightly lowered eyelids, and said for a long time, "Okay."

When the people left, An Xu immediately withdrew his smile, turned around, slumped his shoulders and washed his face in the sink. It was obviously very warm today, but An Xu was cold from the sky to the soles of his feet, it was the cold that penetrated into his heart .

His secret is a secret that cannot be told to anyone.

The fat dumplings were dipped in balsamic vinegar and half were bitten off, the juice was fragrant. Everyone in the special security team had a big plate, and the remaining two fist-sized meat fillings were poured into Sixi's rice bowl without any seasoning. Shen Long was afraid that An Xu would see it Nausea deliberately put Sixi's puppy bowl in a corner.

An Xu swallowed the whole dumpling without chewing it. Lao Fang pinched the chopsticks and looked at the satisfied expression on his face, and couldn't help persuading An Xu.

"If you really don't like it, don't eat it. I'll serve you another bowl of noodles?"

"Well, no need." An Xu smiled with crooked eyebrows.

"I haven't eaten such delicious dumplings for a long time. My mother didn't make dumplings for me when I was abroad. It was so delicious that I wanted to finish it in one bite.

Is there any more?This plate is not enough to eat…”

Lao Fang hesitated to speak, and finally stood up to serve another plate of dumplings.

Everyone who had a meal was absent-minded, but unfortunately the unexpected task did not give them more time to think about other things. The special security team received a notification from Jian Zhao that the owner of a cake shop on Xinhua Road called the police, and another person died.

An Xu was very puzzled at first, why the special security team always had to deal with the affairs of the Public Security Bureau, and Tang Sancai, who packed up his equipment and was about to go out, answered him.

"In our team, the top is in charge of the sky, the bottom is in charge of the ground, and the middle is in charge of the air. Any task can be entrusted to us. You don't have to think so much, just do it and get it done."

So An Xu excitedly walked in front of He Zheng and prepared to keep up with the rhythm of the whole group. He Zheng was about to leave with Tang Sancai and Feng Suizi, and dismissed him with one sentence - "You have other tasks."

An Xu raised his eyebrows, He Zheng started the car expressionlessly, and said two words, "Housekeeping." After speaking, he drove away, fearing that An Xu would catch up with him.

"Hey! Then didn't I grab Sixi's job?!"

"..." No one answered An Xu's question.

The white Changan parked in front of the cake shop that called the police. As soon as the three of He Zheng entered the door, they could smell the sweet and creamy smell of the shop. The boss who called the police was still packing the cake boxes at the cash register. He Zheng waited for the customers in the shop to leave before walking up to him. .

This is a thin middle-aged man with sunken eye sockets and two indentations on the bridge of the nose, which are the marks left by wearing glasses all the year round.

"You called the police to say that your wife died in your bed for no reason last night?"

The man whose head couldn't reach He Zheng's chest looked up at him and asked suspiciously, "Are you a policeman?"

He Zheng showed his police ID, "Take us to your house."

The shop owner looked at Tang Sancai and Feng Suizi behind He Zheng with his stiff eyes, then walked out of the cash register and took the three of them back to his home...

The investigation took all morning. He Zheng and the others checked at the shop owner's house before driving back to the special security team. Feng Suizi was very puzzled on the way.

She has already seen the lie of the shop owner, and also noticed the abnormality of the house. As usual, He Zheng had exposed the scam and notified the Public Security Bureau to clean up the "tail", but this time it seemed that nothing was investigated. Come out the same?

Tang Sancai was also curious, he grabbed the driver's seat from the back seat.

"Boss, do you have anything to say?"

He Zheng drove the car intently, and asked him, "What should I say?"

"Yiyou is obsessed with flavor?

Did you smell the big Yiyou fan in that person's house or the high purity?

How could there be controlled products in his home selling cakes?If the purity is greater than [-]%, it can kill people. If we stay in his house for so long, that person clearly wants us to die! "

Fortunately, Feng Suizi carried a cotton ball of medicine to prevent the poisonous gas from entering the body. They blocked their noses and did not inhale too much poisonous gas.

But He Zheng still had that casual expression, "I can smell it, but I don't plan to investigate this case."

Hearing this, Tang Sancai and Feng Suizi narrowed their eyes at the same time, "???"

This is a fake He Zheng. When did their boss say such a thing?

The three of them returned to the team. When He Zheng entered, An Xu was playing with Sixi in the yard. The two of them exchanged glances as if they had greeted each other. He Zheng saw An Xu's normal expression, and thought that he just gave in like this. An Xu, who was walking the usual way, started to "trouble" him the next moment.

He Zheng stepped across the threshold, and An Xu, who was sitting at the door, stretched out his foot to trip someone, but He Zheng turned a blind eye.

He went to pick up the hot water, An Xu whistled lightly and "casually" unplugged the power cord of the water dispenser, He Zheng realized that An Xu was looking for something else for the morning grievances, took a glass of cold water and left without changing his face.

Every time the two of them walked past each other, An Xu would deliberately rub He Zheng's shoulder and bump into him. From the corner of He Zheng's eyes, he saw An Xu's sly smile, heh, a naive little ruffian.

In the evening, He was reading materials in the office where various documents of the special security team were stored. An Xu came in and took out his mobile phone to play the Divine Comedy. He Zheng got impatient and stood up and walked around looking for materials. There is no self-consciousness of being disgusted by others.

The mobile phone on the side was constantly playing a head-exploding noise, and the corners of He Zheng's brows twitched, thinking that there was a smug little tail behind him. At the moment when the noise reached its climax, Team Leader He finally lost his temper.

The consequence of turning around abruptly was that An Xu was bumped into the desk behind him, and He Zheng subconsciously put his arms around his waist. The two big men leaned on the desk in a strange posture.

An Xu blinked unexpectedly, with innocence written all over his face, when he heard He Zheng grit his teeth and speak in a low voice with a calm and serious face.

"How many times?"

He Zheng's eyes were extremely aggressive. It was the first time An Xu was overwhelmed by such a powerful aura. He heard that He Zheng had worked in the Criminal Police Force for three years before, and he was the one who really held a gun. Now that He Zheng is leaving He was so close, An Xu suddenly felt that he could smell gunpowder.

So he put his arms around He Subwoofer's neck as it should be.

"Everyone is smart, good captain, just let me participate in your mission, don't you believe in my ability, huh?"

"..."

small theater:

He Zheng: Do you want to play with dogs or with me?

An Xu: Who told you not to let me participate in the mission, hum ╯^╰~

He Zheng: Heh [The man who is bothered by his superiors and his wife lights up a cigarette]

The author has something to say:

Yimi will also be blocked, so Zhaizi replaced it.

Greetings from He Zheng and his future wife An Xuxu~

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