Kidney master

Three days later, the wedding began.

The wedding here has the customs of the three countries of Burma, Thailand, and Laos. There are a lot of procedures to hold a wedding. Song Chu picked up those messy and tedious steps together, and it was all up to him.

Six or seven people from the anti-drug team came, pretending to be relatives and friends from China.

Xiao Yan's job was to be the master of ceremonies at the wedding. He wore a suit, a flower arrangement on his chest, and a bow tie. He was struggling to recite the master's lines in full.

Daming was in charge of the video recording, of course to take the opportunity to capture information about Jiasu.

Cen Han is responsible for controlling the wedding process and organizing the overall situation.

Ji Yi'an stood in front of the mirror, wearing a black suit with exquisite tailoring and smooth shoulders. The white shirt inside was undone with two buttons, and the tie was torn open by him after it was fastened, hanging crookedly on his neck.

The anti-narcotics police seldom wear police uniforms except when they are active in the bureau. In order to hide their identities, most of them wear loose casual clothes. Ji Yian's wardrobe is full of simple solid-color short-sleeved and long-sleeved clothes. I really can't stand this Restricted and still wearing a tie.

"Okay, okay, let's tie it after we go out later." He waved his hand casually.

Ji Yi'an tore off the gauze on the side of his face and threw it into the trash can, scabs formed, not as scary as when he just wiped it off, only a circle of red remained around.

Sword eyebrows, firm cheeks, and deep black eyes, coupled with this wound, it has a special flavor.

"What about Song Chu, still not alright?" He tilted his head and asked.

This time, I also invited a makeup artist who is in charge of wedding makeup. I didn’t know that this wedding was just a task. When I came out to get the bouquet, I happened to hear his words: "The bride should make up slowly! I’m going to marry you soon. In such a hurry!"

Cen Han let out a "tsk", and waited for the makeup artist to enter before muttering softly: "I really think of myself as a bride."

The words fell into Ji Yi'an's ears, he pretended not to know his feelings for Cen Han, and he glanced at her indifferently: "That's enough."

"In the first place." Cen Han was furious, "Speaking of which, we haven't even figured out her real details, so maybe she'll be rebellious at that time..."

***

The locker room door was opened.

The voice came out first: "That's right, you haven't even figured out the truth about me, isn't your captain still going to marry me?"

In a wedding dress at the beginning of the Song Dynasty, the waist is tightened, the grip is tight, the collarbone is deep, and the whiteness is dazzling. The back is split, but the wound is not exposed. You can see the tight and thin skin on it, with a beautiful curve .

The delicate makeup on the face and the light pink lip color dilute the aggressiveness of her usual facial features, but a little black color is scattered at the end of her eyes, and when she raises her hands and eyes, she is full of romantic meaning.

She stood there with a half-smile, like a provocation.

Cen Han choked up, and said, "You know why you married you."

Song Chu gently twitched the fingertips holding the bouquet, then threw the flowers directly to the makeup artist behind him, lifted the hem of the skirt with both hands, and threw himself into Ji Yi'an's arms.

Her back was sharp and angular, completely illuminated by the sun, and it was hard to tell whether she was heading for a hope or a deeper darkness.

Ji Yi'an was knocked back two steps, subconsciously wrapping his hands around her waist.

As soon as he lowered his head, the little girl looked at him with bright eyes, put her chin on his chest, and called sweetly: "Husband!"

Ji Yi'an knew that she was deliberately angry with Cen Han, but he couldn't help being called out by the crisp and lingering "husband".

Cen Han's complexion was completely dark.

As a girl who grew up in the environment of the police academy, she was completely invincible to a goblin like Song Chu.

Ji Yian loosened the hand on her waist, stood up straight lazily, and coughed lightly: "Where's the veil?"

"I'm so beautiful, what are you doing wearing that thing?" Song Chuyi shrugged, raised his head and stared at him.

Then he said, "Your injury needs to be dealt with." Then he leaned closer to his ear, suppressing his voice so that only the two of them could hear, "Be careful if the drug dealer recognizes it as a gunshot wound, and you won't be able to explain it clearly."

Ji Yian turned his head and looked in the mirror again, Song Chu was right, this time he must be fully prepared.

"Let me put another gauze on it."

Song Chu chuckled, "I'll do it."

***

Ji Yi'an was dragged into the dressing room by Song Chu.

"Sit here." Song Chu lifted his chin towards the chair.

"What are you doing?" Ji Yian watched her movements with a frown, Song Chu picked up a makeup brush, and in his hand was a plate of something Ji Yian was very unfamiliar with.

Song Chu dipped the makeup brush twice, leaned over, clamped Ji Yi'an's chin with his index finger and thumb, and pulled his resisting face over: "Don't move."

It was a plate of concealer, and Song Chu skillfully spread it evenly on Ji Yian's side face with a brush.

Although it can't cover all the scab, at least it can cover the red skin around it, and it doesn't look as cruel as before.

"It's almost enough." Ji Yi'an finally turned his head unbearably when Song Chu took a brush to wipe his face for the third time.

Song Chu chuckled, squeezed his chin and turned around forcefully, then looked around.

She was sitting on the dressing table, with her upper body bent slightly, and the dress was low-necked. Ji Yian could see a snow-white chest when he looked straight up. He looked away, looked up, and landed on Song Chu's face.

Song Chu's eyelashes fluttered with a subtle smile, he pursed his lips clearly, and said with a half-smile:

"Captain Ji, you're being serious."

Ji Yi'an sneered, and simply stopped looking at her, and looked directly at her chest: "So?"

"Have you seen better ones?" Song Chu asked.

"No." Ji Yi'an answered honestly.

Song Chu raised his eyebrows: "Have you never seen any other woman, or have you never seen someone better than me?"

"The former." Ji Yian looked directly at her, "There is no such thing in the police academy."

"Oh?" Song Chu was surprised by this answer, "I haven't seen it since I left the police academy? Didn't you go to the bar to clean up drugs? There aren't many there?"

"I did not see."

"Ah, so it's just me." Song Chu smiled more happily.

Ji Yi'an didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he just pushed her away and walked out.

The "no" just now is not a lie, but choosing "the former" is a lie.

When I was in college, I practiced with the anti-narcotics team and often went to bars, KTVs and other places. Ji Yian behaved well and didn't deliberately keep his gaze away. All naked/naked.

Song Chu was the best he had ever seen.

As soon as Ji Yi'an walked out, Cen Han came up to him, looked at his wound and said dissatisfiedly: "Why do you paste it directly, that kind of chemical..."

"It's all scabbed and can't be infected." Song Chu walked out, "I feel sorry for you, but I have to find a way for myself."

Song Chu's aggressiveness is the same as her evil kung fu, she can't bear the slightest grievance, and directly hits the muzzle of the gun, hurting people invisible with a few words.

Oh shit.Ji Yi'an was sandwiched between the two, cursing inwardly.

After Song Chu spread the nameless fire, he patted his ass and left, leaving the mess to Ji Yi'an.

Cen Han: "What kind of temper does she have, I can't even talk about it!"

Ji Yi'an frowned, and glanced at her irritably: "People can't talk, so you should talk less, a policeman can't get angry with the little girl."

***

"Cen Han, just calm down." Daming took a video camera and took photos everywhere, "It's such a happy day!"

"Overjoyed, what overjoyed!" Cen Han was angrily, looking at the two people walking through the red carpet arm in arm not far away, the circles of his eyes were almost red.

She was in Ji Yi'an's team as soon as she was transferred here, and she liked him for two full years, and she also knew that he had a rough temper, and most of the time, she couldn't estimate what girls thought.

But she gradually realized that Ji Yi'an really didn't notice, he just forced her to give up with a silent attitude.

Just now he said, "A policeman can't get angry with a little girl".

In his eyes, she, Cen Han, is a policeman, and Song Chu is a little girl.

In the early Song Dynasty, the invitations were sent to almost everyone, everyone who knew and didn't know came, and the guests sat in an outdoor venue.

Xiao Yan put on a pair of glasses cautiously. He has a problem, his mouth trembles nervously whenever he speaks in front of people.

"Song, song, song, early song, you are willing to marry the man next to you, be your wife, ah no, husband, always respect him and love him..."

Song Chu rolled his eyes inwardly, interrupted his words directly, raised his head, the sun was shining on her face: "I am willing."

Xiao Yan took out a small handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and his condition became even worse after being interrupted by Song Chu. He quickly raised his eyes to look at the dark people below, and his legs became weaker instantly.

"Mr. Ji Yi'an, you, are you willing to marry the lady around you as your wife, respect her forever, love her, hehe, protect her for the rest of your life?"

Ji Yi'an waited for him to stammer and finish speaking.

His gaze was always on Song Chu's face, against the light, cutting the already distinct outline into a deeper and more resolute one, and the arc drawn by his Adam's apple was almost bloodless.

"I am willing."

The voice is calm, serious and solemn.

That voice split the boundless darkness and dispelled the haze in Song Chu's heart at the same time.

***

"Kiss one!", "Kiss one!"

The boisterous sound was inexplicable, which did not exist in their original flow.

The corners of Song Chu's mouth curled up a little bit, and he looked at Ji Yi'an with playful eyes.

This man is so fucking handsome in a suit, she thought of this in a twitch.

Song Chu simply stood on tiptoe, wrapped his hands around Ji Yian's neck, blocked the audience's view with his hair bun, and raised his eyebrows at him from a close distance.

"Cooperate?"

"Ah."

Song Chu directly sucked his lips.

That kiss was also crisp and neat, without any lingering, Song Chu's sharp teeth bit his lips directly, licking the bloody smell from his lower lip with satisfaction.

She smiled like a successful cat, she withdrew her mouth, but still wrapped her arms around his neck, and looked like she was still kissing.

Song Chu smiled vaguely, with malicious intentions.

"Captain Ji, I'm really offended."