Kidney master

"Hey! Miss Song, you are going out so late!"

The voice of Auntie Cooking was quickly blurred behind her. Song Chu took a coat from the porch, put it on, and rushed out of the house.

Beijing's deep winter is as cold as ever, with the north wind blowing, climbing up from her bare ankles, Song Chu's long hair was blown all back by the wind, she has no makeup, and her brows are light.

Her back is sharp and angular, shrouded in the festive tones of New Year's Street, from the strands of her hair to the corners of her clothes, she reveals undisguised joy and impatience.

Like a gust of happy wind, she rushes to the other side connected by fate.

When Song Chu stepped on the subway out of breath, he had time to pick up his phone again and replied: I'm looking for you now.

**

Headquarters of the Ministry of Public Security.

Song Cheng received news a few hours ago that the Yunnan Corps in charge of drug control in the Golden Triangle was attacked by another group of drug dealers while pretending to be an undercover agent to deal with drug dealers.

Fortunately, the two police officers involved were not seriously injured.

Ji Yi'an even managed to bring the drugs back to Beijing through the channels that the police had set up and controlled in advance.

And Beijing also held an emergency meeting because of this incident. Song Cheng, as the Minister of Public Security, presided over the speech and said after a few words: "Next, let the captain of the Yunnan Corps, Ji Yi'an, tell everyone about the new drugs they have mastered." Blue Sun's latest development."

Ji Yian got up.

He rushed here in a hurry. He was only wearing a thin sweater underneath, but it had been stained and stained with blood in the scuffle several hours ago, and this meeting was full of leaders of the Beijing Ministry of Public Security, so he just improvised. Put on a suit outside.

The suit outlines his shoulders sharply and sharply, and his complexion is a healthy wheat color after performing tasks all year round.

Ji Yi'an introduced the main ingredients, hazards and current circulation of "Blue Sun" according to the content under the projector behind him.

"Currently our Yunnan police have all kinds of evidence pointing to the fact that the mastermind behind the 'Blue Sun' is Nugu."

"And the purity of the newly obtained 'Blue Sun' has been tested, and we found that its purity has stabilized at about 40 percent, so in the follow-up stage, we want to truly penetrate into the drug den and wipe out the entire Nugu drug cartel , we must develop a higher-purity 'Blue Sun' as soon as possible, so that we are qualified to negotiate with them and have the power to enter their inner circle."

……

Ji Yi'an is well organized, and has laid out and planned the direction of future joint efforts.

The scientific research institutes in Beijing have also invested in the highly purified experiments of "Blue Sun".

At the end of the meeting, as soon as Ji Yi'an took out his mobile phone, he saw several messages from Song Chu.

First, there was a photo. In the photo was a wooden chair in a park. Ji Yian recognized it as the park opposite the Ministry of Public Security.

Next message: I am waiting for you here.

He hooked the corners of his lips, quickened his steps, and ran to find Song Chu before he had time to say hello to the crowd of suits and leather shoes.

**

Song Chu was already sitting on the wooden chair when he arrived.

The little girl wrapped her coat tightly, her ankles were bare/exposed, she hugged her knees and hung her head in the cold winter, sniffing her nose somewhat aggrievedly, dangling lazily with her legs hooked.

Sour bubbles burst out of Ji Yian's heart in an instant, creating a thrilling throbbing.

"Song Chu." He stood still and called her name softly.

Song Chu raised his eyes when he heard the sound, his eyes lit up the moment he saw Ji Yian, he smiled very happily, and said crisply: "You are here!"

"I'm here." Ji Yi'an squatted down in front of her, and kissed her on the chin, "Thank you, baby."

"I miss you so much."

Song Chu's voice was full of sighs, lazy and sincere, as if revealing unspeakable sincerity and cowardice. She opened her arms and embraced Ji Yi'an who was squatting in front of her, and closed her arms tightly.

She felt that her heartbeat that had been beating all these days returned to its original position the moment she saw Ji Yi'an.

Song Chu rubbed against his chest, and then suddenly smelled a bloody smell.

She froze for a moment, and raised her hand to pull Ji Yian's suit jacket, but Ji Yian pinched her wrist.

He said, "I'm fine, don't worry, it's not my blood."

"Whose is it?" Song Chu looked at him.

Ji Yi'an told her what happened during the mission today: "It's the drug dealers, Cen Han and I are not injured, don't worry."

After he finished speaking, he frowned, and saw the white bandages protruding from the gap in Song Chu's gloves.

"What happened to the hand?" he asked.

Song Chu pursed his lips: "It was opened yesterday."

"Who did it?"

Song Chu smiled: "I made it myself."

Before he could say "why do you want to do this", he rolled down his throat a few times, and suddenly understood the reason. He didn't say anything, but just kissed her lightly on the palm of her hand in distress.

The street lamp hit the dry tree branches, and the mottled light spots fell down.

The wind blew over, mixing the smell of blood with the scent of shower gel.

"Ji Yi'an." Song Chu called his name.

"Ah."

"Captain Season."

"Ah."

"team leader."

Ji Yi'an smiled, and rubbed her hair: "What's the matter, you don't have to be so hesitant to talk in front of me."

"It's not hesitating, I'm just thinking."

Song Chu paused for a moment, the moonlight illuminated her unpainted face extraordinarily clearly, "It seemed like I was bragging before."

"Captain Ji, what should I do? I don't want to keep my promise. I said I'll be with you when I'm not sick."

"I'm still the same now." Song Chu raised his right hand and shook it, "But I really want to be with you."

Song Chu's voice was unusually lingering, like coquettishness, and also like a silent tease.

Ji Yi'an kept silent, and squatted on the ground, directly hugging the back of Song Chu's neck, his fingertips touched the fair and slightly cool skin, intertwined with the hair, and his palms were hard.

Song Chu bent his back a little.

Ji Yi'an pinched her chin with the other hand, and just kissed her.

"Hey, open your mouth."

He spoke softly in a lingering ocean.

Song Chu finally relaxed his uncontrollable and tense mandible after hearing this sentence.

Their lips rubbed against each other, and their lips and teeth overlapped, exuding an indescribable wetness. Song Chu tightly grabbed Ji Yi'an's cuff, approaching proactively and eagerly.

In front of Ji Yi'an, she let go of all her pretense and armor of self-protection, and exposed a truly pure and real self in front of him.

Ji Yi'an took Song Chu's hand, fingers interlocking.

"Baby." He called her vaguely and affectionately.

Song Chu obediently let go of all hesitation almost the moment he kissed him, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

Wet and sticky, tangled and tangled.

Pulling out the bond that could no longer be cut between the two.

Song Chu couldn't help sobbing, crying pitifully and funny.

Really, so worthless.