Settled in the sweet spot

There were only He Zheng and An Xu in the elevator leading to the tenth floor.

The handsome and stable suit is paired with a beautiful and playful skirt, and An Xu's tough face is very deceptive because of the wig covering him. As long as he keeps silent, outsiders will only think that he is a tall woman.

The two stood together like young upper-class couples just married.

He Zheng looked sideways at the somewhat indistinguishable androgynous face covered by the long hair, his eyes slid down, staring at the chest exposed by the skirt, An Xu covered the tattoo on his chest before going out today.

Now it is completely white, with the symmetrical left and right sides protruding slightly. He Zheng pulled his hand and pulled An Xu into his arms.

The elevator descends to the twelfth floor.

"What, why?"

"Is it cold?" He Zheng's hand casually touched An Xu's bare back.

An Xu calculated in his mind all kinds of emergencies that they might have to face after they went out, which made He Zheng's mind completely confused when he was asked all of a sudden.

"It doesn't matter to me, what about the admission letter? Could it be that the vulture really appeared?"

Although the code that He Zheng deciphered said tomorrow.

"Ding" the tenth floor is here.

He Zheng looked calm, didn't say much, stepped out of the elevator with his arms around An Xu's slender waist, "Follow me."

The place where the reception will be held is in the banquet hall at the far end, and they can pass through the entire floor to check the situation from the elevator entrance at this end.

Stepping on the soft carpet, the floor was quiet, An Xu glanced left and right with a lady's small handbag.

There seems to be a crisis hidden in every closed door. Vultures are demons who take money to do things and kill people without blinking an eye. They must remain extremely vigilant.

And the carpet under his feet went all the way to the entrance of the banquet hall, and nothing happened.

So how did the monitoring on the tenth floor all break down?

The waiter standing outside the hall door treated them as late guests to the reception, greeted the two of them formulaically, and asked them to show their admission letters.

An Xu became skinny again. He saw the admission letter on the chest of He Zheng's suit, so he raised his arms artificially, and the corners of his mouth raised a ostentatious arc, but he didn't make a sound. He held the small piece of metal between his fingers and handed it to the waiter. .

"Okay, please come in, both of you." The waiter went to open the door.

An Xu grabbed He Zheng's arm, and He Zheng took advantage of the waiter's back to them, put his free hand on the earphone in his left ear and tapped twice.

This is a secret signal for them to keep in touch with the monitoring room when it is not convenient for them to speak.

After knocking, the two people standing at the door heard Tang Sancai's voice in their ears.

"Fuck, the monitoring on the tenth floor has been restored again, Boss An Xu, someone lured you in on purpose!"

The solid carved mahogany door was pushed open, and the singing and dancing in the hall with melodious music was peaceful, An Xu was stunned for half a second.

This is not a cocktail party, it is clearly a dance party.

With his hands hanging from his ears casually on his tie, He Zheng asked the waiter vaguely with a condescending aura.

"If I'm not mistaken, my wife and I received admission letters for the reception."

This "my wife and I" said it very naturally, and An Xu's ears warmed up when he heard it.

"That's right, sir, the main flow of the reception was over 10 minutes ago, and it's time for the dance."

He Zheng stopped talking and brought An Xu into the arena.

In the monitoring room, Tang Sancai's open mouth was already stiff. He stared at the backs of He Zheng and An Xu as they entered the arena intimately, and turned to look at the three of Shen Long next to him.

"Why do I think the two of them followed suit to get married, why don't we go in and have a wedding wine?"

Shen Long sat next to Xie Xiaoshan, and Feng Suizi was speechless, and said in unison: "Shut up."

Tang Sancai: "..."

On the other hand, holding He Zheng on his arm, he looked at the men and women circling in pairs in front of him, dumbfounded, and made complaints in a low voice to the people around him.

"What are you doing, the dance party abroad is just a party and a movie, okay?"

The hall was resplendent and magnificent, with dazzling diamond lanterns on the ceiling, and the lyrical melody of music filled his ears. He Zheng saw the cellist in the orchestra on the other side through his piercing eyes through the men and women sticking together.

It was a pair of eagle eyes that could read minds. He was wearing a tuxedo and was not in the small orchestra. Although he seemed to be concentrating on the music score, it was not difficult for He Zheng to see through that the cellist was distracted.

The familiar jaw line straightened He Zheng's back, holding An Xu's hand with one hand, and wrapping the other around his waist.

"I saw a vulture, let's sneak in."

After speaking, An Xu entered the "dance floor" with long hair and short skirt.

In the next second, An Xu noticed the vulture who was exposed in front of everyone with almost no disguise.

He lowered his head and played the cello without distraction. It is not difficult to see the strength in the hand holding the bow. It is not like pulling a string but like holding a gun.

When he raised his head to meet the dancing dancers, An Xu leaned his entire face on He Zheng's chest in time.

Following He Zheng's steady pace, An Xu only looked at He Zheng who was leading him to move with only one pair of eyes.

"What shall we do now? Shall we dance till the end of the dance?"

He hadn't learned this before, and he was always worried that if he took a wrong step and stepped on He Zheng's foot, someone would see his flaws.

He Zheng swayed around An Xu's waist with ease, and put his face down next to An Xu's ear.

"Don't look at the band, just dance and wait for your opportunity."

Detective Anda, who has always been very confident in his work, was also nervous when he bit his lips, put his hands on He Zheng's shoulders, and muttered in a low voice.

"Okay. Although it feels like you are neglecting your duties, you seem to be very experienced...a beast in clothes."

He Zheng's originally strategizing expression made An Xu's description even more indecent, as if He Zheng just tricked him into dancing.

I have to explain it to myself, "When I was young, my mother let me learn it. At that time, I didn't want to hold hands with girls or boys. It was the first time to dance with you."

An Xu raised his head, and there seemed to be stars and seas in his eyes, and said mischievously: "Then congratulations, you can dance with boys and girls for the first time, and I let you pull my hand~"

He Zheng's eyes darkened, and he slowed down his pace with An Xu.

After a dance, the brisk rhythm of the serenade gradually started. He Zheng and An Xu met their eyes, and there was no cello in this song.

Sure enough, the cellist in tuxedo stood up and politely walked out of the crowd towards the door of the banquet hall.

"I'll go out first, you are behind." He Zheng let go of An Xu, left the words and ran out of the dance floor.

An Xu's pupils tightened, and he left with his small handbag.

The corridor was quiet again. In An Xu's line of sight, there was He Zheng walking some distance ahead, and the cellist who was the first to leave between his arrival.

An Xu's heartbeat accelerated, and he watched the man follow He Zheng's pace.

If there is a sound reminder at this time, I am afraid that the person will jump over the wall in a hurry, and take a big step forward with his heels tensed. Suddenly, his mobile phone in the small handbag vibrates.

An Xu thought it was bad, the next moment, the man in front turned his head.

The long hallway is like a vacuum can that has been vacuumed.

Those deep eyes were a bit more sophisticated than He Zheng's, as if he could see through other people's mental activities in a second. An Xu seemed to hear his own heartbeat, and he was actually a little afraid of this cellist.

Fortunately, his rich experience in investigating crimes stabilized his mind. An Xu followed his plan, with anger on his face, and walked forward like the wind was blowing under his feet.

He didn't stop in front of the man who stopped and looked back at him, and kept chasing after He Zheng, who was at the front, trying to hide that he didn't follow him but came out to find someone.

Then, a crisp slap landed on He Zheng's face.

The air seemed to be frozen all the time, and of course He Zheng saw the man behind them.

After accepting An Xu's slap, he immediately reacted and hugged An Xu, who pretended to want to continue beating him, tightly into his arms.

An Xu was still struggling, and the phone in his pocket was vibrating non-stop, while He Zheng spoke in a low voice.

"I just came out for a cigarette, how many times have I told you that there are no other women..."

small theater:

An Xu: Life is like a play, it all depends on acting T_T Whether it hurts or not, give He Zheng a shout Q3Q

He Zheng: Cough, it doesn't hurt [smoking]

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