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Wen Tian hung up the phone and went to the police station.

Jiang Jing was waiting at the door. As soon as he arrived, he took him to make a statement. The police asked some questions about how the man took him away and what he did when he was taken away.

Wen Tian answered everything in detail, except for some unspeakable things.For example, he couldn't say anything about the strange things that men did to him.

After finishing the notes, Jiang Jing asked him if he wanted to meet the criminal, Wen Tian hesitated for a moment but agreed.It's not because of anything else, he simply has some questions he wants to know.

When he came to the door of the interrogation room, Wen Tian was a little nervous, and asked in a low voice, "Is that person inside?"

"Well," Jiang Jing glanced at him with a calm expression, "You are tied up and can't move you, don't be afraid, you can ask whatever you want."

Wen Tian felt relieved, turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

The interrogation room was dark and cold, only a strong light on the table was on. The man's legs were slightly apart, leaning on the back of the chair, with his head bowed down.His hands were locked by cold handcuffs, and his entire face was shrouded in blurred light, making it difficult to see clearly.

Even in the restrained state, he still has a terrifying and intimidating aura like a beast.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the man raised his face slowly, and looked over with the corners of his lips curled up.

"Little fan." He called.

Wen Tian opened his mouth slightly, his expression suddenly became stunned, and he couldn't believe his eyes for a moment.

"You, You'an?" He stuttered a little.

Youan's Shu Lang handsome face is exactly the same as in the video, but there is something different.

The strong light hit his slightly sharp browbones, even though there was a calm smile on the corner of his lips, he seemed a little cold and cold.

Wen Tian's face turned pale, and he couldn't imagine that the person who kidnapped him and treated him rudely was actually a painter he had liked for a long time.

You An crossed his hands together, and looked at Wen Tian's unpredictable expression with great interest, "Are you surprised? I thought you've been with me for so long, so you've figured it out."

What he said, almost put "how are you so stupid" on his face.

Wen Tian's cheeks were flushed, and his fingers were clasped together.

He really didn't guess at all, he didn't even think it would be someone he knew.

"Do you want to ask me a question?" Youan twitched his lips, "Sit down and talk."

You An's tone was casual, if he hadn't been handcuffed, Wen Tian would have thought he was a guest.

Wen Tian sat down slowly under his gaze, pursed his lips, and asked hesitantly, "Why did you take me to Area A?"

Youan stared at him quietly for a while, and almost forced a laugh through his teeth, "Of course I want to protect you, it won't be safe here soon."

Wen Tian caught the words he said and couldn't understand: "Not safe? What do you mean?"

"You can't hold anything in your head, and you can't understand it after you say it. But it's not impossible to say it. Maybe if you let me hug you again, I'll be in the mood to tell you slowly." Youan squinted at him, completely teasing tone.

He knew that Wen Tian was timid and cowardly, and couldn't bear to be teased, but he wanted to be like this.

Wen Tian didn't want to pay attention to his indecent words, his eyelashes trembled, and asked: "How did you make me speechless before?"

Youan raised his eyebrows and didn't answer his question. Wen Tian frowned and asked again, but Youan was like a gourd with its mouth sawn, and he didn't answer anyway.

Wen Tian didn't get a response several times, so he got a little angry.Youan didn't cooperate at all, and he didn't want to ask any more questions, so he pursed his lips and left the interrogation room.

Knowing that it was Youan, it wasn't really a pity.

Wen Tian's liking for people comes and goes quickly, and nothing can keep him liking him for a long time.

What's more, what he liked at the beginning was painting, not You An.

He can still continue to like those paintings in the future, but he just thinks that the master who painted him is shameless, and he can't help but feel uncomfortable being ruined.

Wen Tian thought melancholy, his current mood should be similar to that of his father when he learned that his daughter was raped by a pig.

Jiang Jing was waiting for him on the hover car outside the police station.

The window of the front seat was lowered a little, and the man in the main seat could be seen.The man has a narrow waist and long legs, with a focused expression, obviously dealing with the official business at hand.

Wen Tian opened the car door and sat in, Jiang Jing didn't raise his eyes, "Are you finished?"

"It's over." Wen Tian replied in a low voice, even though he didn't ask any questions.

Jiang Jing put down the document, her dark eyes fell leisurely on Wen Tian's face, "Do you still like him?"

Wen Tian was stunned for a few seconds, remembering that he had insisted on showing Jiang Jing You An's paintings before, his little face blushed, and he said in a sticky voice, "I, I'm hungry."

The topic changed too bluntly, but fortunately Jiang Jing didn't pursue it further, insisting on listening to him say whether he likes it or not.

"What do you want to eat?"

Wen Tian breathed a sigh of relief silently, and pursed his lips: "It's okay."

……

Jiang Jing drove Wen Tian back to the apartment building in a hover car.

As soon as he got home, Wen Tian ran to the bathroom.He looked in the mirror and found that there was no redness and swelling on his chin as he had imagined, so his hanging heart was relieved.

After taking a shower, he was a little hungry, and walked to the refrigerator with a face that was so steamed and pink.

The door of the refrigerator was opened by him, and the foggy air-conditioning was released. Wen Tian leaned in front, looking for something to eat.

He is really white, soft and small, with gorgeous red lips, and when he is cooking food with one hand, his arms are elongated, so beautiful.

Wen Tian took out a canned frozen fruit from the refrigerator, and was about to unscrew it when he heard a knock on the door.

The knock on the door was soothing and moderate, not annoying.

Wen Tian put down the half-screwed can, and went to open the door with his slippers on.Standing outside the door was a tall man with a little white dog hopping around beside his shiny leather shoes, barking excitedly at Wen Tian.

The man was carrying a bag of things in his hand, Wen Wentian opened the door and smiled softly at him.

Wen Tian was stunned, then called out in a daze, "Fu Huai Xu?"

"You can still remember my name." Fu Huaixu bent the corners of his lips, as if being remembered by someone was something to be very happy about.

Wen Tian pursed his lower lip in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "It's so late, what do you want?"

"Sorry, I didn't pay attention to the time, I'm sorry if I disturbed you."

Fu Huaixu bent down slightly, and handed the bag to Wen Tian's hand, "I just made chocolate chip cookies at home, and I couldn't finish them by myself, so I thought I'd give you a few."

Wen Tian blinked and looked at the cookies in the bag.

A few flat biscuits are packed in a plastic box, and the chocolate syrup is poured on the crispy biscuit crust. The color is so bright that you can speak with just one glance.

Wen Tian doesn't know how to cook it himself, but he likes to eat it very much.

His little face was flushed, and he couldn't hide his joy and said: "...Thank you."

Fu Huaixu straightened up, seeing that Wen Tian liked it, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "You're welcome, if you like it, I will bring you some in the future."

Wen Tian hurriedly nodded, like a docile little animal, Fu Huaixu's smile deepened, he said "good night", and went back to the opposite door with Xiaodong.

Wen Tian closed the door and began to think about how to repay Fu Huaixu.

He treats everyone well, and when others treat him well, he will give back exponentially, but it can only be like this, he will not think about whether there is a debt or a debt, and the relationship between the two may last longer.

Holding the bag in his hands, Wen Tian walked back to the table while pondering, only glanced at the steaming canned fruit, then looked away.

I'm not interested in canned food anymore.

He took out a cookie and ate it in bites.

Fu Huaixu's handicrafts are very good. Compared with the ones Wen Tian bought in the supermarket, they are tastier and healthier.

In my heart, I have a much better impression of Fu Huaixu, Wen Tian has silently classified Fu Huaixu as a "good guy".

After eating the third piece, Jiang Jing came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, her hair dripping with water, her clothes clinging to her narrow waist and crotch.

He glanced at Wen Tian, ​​who was biting the cookie, and said without emotion, "Where did you come from?"

Wen Tian replied obediently: "It was given by the neighbor next door. He said he made too much, so he gave me a few pieces. General, do you want some?"

Jiang Jing turned his eyes away, his eyes suddenly faded, "I don't like to eat."

Wen Tian paused while eating, and licked his lower lip nervously.

I don't know if he was thinking too much, but he felt that Jiang Jing's mood seemed to be getting worse, and he was obviously normal just now.

Before he could ask again, Jiang Jing suddenly came over and stretched out his hands, supporting the sides of Wen Tian's slightly concave waist, and hugged him onto the table forcefully.

At this height, Wen Tian is almost at eye level with Jiang Jing.He opened his eyes wide in shock, curled up his fingers slightly, and gently grabbed the corner of Jiang Jing's clothes to prevent himself from falling off.

"Admiral, general?" The posture was too embarrassing, Wen Tian called out cautiously with a hot face.

Jiang Jing's eyes were dark: "Don't you think you are very powerful?"

Wen Tian froze for a moment, confused by Jiang Jing's sudden words.

"Just a few days after I came here, I met a neighbor who would give you things at night."

Jiang Jing deliberately emphasized the word "evening".

Wen Tian pursed his lips, not daring to meet Jiang Jing's scorching gaze, and said in a very low voice: "I'm not familiar with Mr. Fu, we only talked a few words."

Jiang Jing's expression was as usual, "Just a few words, and I can knock on the door to give you something at night, right?"

Wen Tian didn't understand why Jiang Jing was so obsessed with Fu Huaixu giving him things.With his legs hanging, he couldn't bear it any longer, and pushed Jiang Jing's chest, trying to get down to the room and escape.

But Jiang Jing didn't like what he wanted, held his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and whispered patiently: "Don't move, it's uncomfortable."

Hearing what he said, Wen Tian didn't care about his posture anymore, he opened his mouth anxiously, and as soon as he said "it's uncomfortable", Jiang Jing suddenly reached into the corner of his clothes and rubbed him. waist.

Wen Tian was startled suddenly, his entire upper body stepped back, and the legs on the edge of the table squeezed out a slightly bulging arc.

He was really timid, he didn't dare to ask Jiang Jing why he did this again.

Wen Tian's lower lip was bitten with teeth marks, and every time he touched him, he would hum in a low voice, which was extremely seductive.

When Jiang Jing raised his eyes, he could see Wen Tian's pitiful teary eyes.

He closed his eyes tightly, and when he was about to let go, Wen Tian grabbed his fingers and said tremblingly, "Admiral, have you reached the susceptibility period? How about taking the inhibitor?"

He had smelled it a little bit just now, but Jiang Jing asked a few questions, which abducted his attention.

Jiang Jing took a deep look at him and said in a hoarse voice, "No need to take it."

Wen Tian was a little dazed, his long eyelashes fluttered, and confusion appeared on his beautiful face: "But if you don't take the inhibitor, you will feel very uncomfortable."

Jiang Jing rolled his Adam's apple, and said inexplicably, "You don't need that, as long as you are here."

Wen Tian blinked incomprehensibly, and said "Ah?" in a daze.

"How did I help you last time?" Jiang Jing raised his white chin, his voice was extremely hoarse, as if he was coaxing people, "Forgot?"

Jiang Jing's fingers were too hot, and Wen Tian felt as if his chin had been scalded by a soldering iron.He squinted his eyes from the heat, and barely managed to understand Jiang Jing's meaning.

When was the last time Jiang Jing was talking about, the time when he helped him solve the fever in the car?

How did Jiang Jing help him that time...

Wen Tian recalled dully, his little face flushed suddenly, he was so nervous all of a sudden, he stammered, "Is it okay to change it?"

It wasn't that he didn't want to help, it was that Jiang Jing bullied him too hard, every time his mouth would be broken for a long time.

And he heard in physiology class that there are many ways to deal with the susceptible period, and kissing is not a must.

Jiang Jing held Wen Tian's face, looked at him fixedly, and said a few words: "——Impossible."

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waist rubbing maniac

I don’t know who has been reporting it for a few days, and I have been autistic for a few days. Now that I have adjusted it, I will try my best to update it =3=This chapter sends red envelopes to the treasures, go to bed early~