misplaced survival

My Police Officer Jiang...

When Jiang Xiyan heard the words, his head buzzed, and he suddenly looked up at Song Zhou. He could feel his heart beating faster and faster.

Song Zhou just said...his?

Seeing that Jiang Xiyan hadn't spoken for a long time, Song Zhou reached out and waved his hand in front of his eyes, "Are you sleepy?"

Jiang Xiyan came back to his senses and shook his head. He was indeed a little sleepy in the first half of the night, but he didn't feel sleepy anymore.

He pointed to Song Zhou's right arm which was covered with bandages, and the distress hanging on his face lowered his brows, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Song Zhou immediately denied it: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

He has also suffered more serious injuries. The wound on the arm will heal in ten days and a half months. It is not a big deal.

Now that those who instigated those punks to follow him have been caught, he doesn't have to worry about going home.

He was afraid that Jiang Xiyan would be worried, so he wanted to avoid going home for two days, but he still found out.

Jiang Xiyan didn't believe Song Zhou's words, he had been injured before, how could he not know what it was like?

The cold blade pierced into the flesh and blood, stripping away all the strength in an instant, and the pain and reason constantly confronted each other.At that moment, chaos and suffocation prevailed, a sense of helplessness that was about to break away from the control of one's own body.

Song Zhou's face turned pale, how could he say it so easily.

Song Zhou thought that Jiang Xiyan was angry, so he leaned over and coaxed, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, I'm just afraid that you might be worried, so I..."

"Why do you think I'm worried?" Jiang Xiyan said calmly.

Song Zhou's words froze. Speaking of which, this was just an idea in his mind.

Jiang Xiyan took another step forward, "Why do you think I came here tonight?"

"Why?" Song Zhou asked, also approaching, he wanted to know if Jiang Xiyan's answer was the same as what he thought in his heart.

"Yeah, why?" Jiang Xiyan also wanted to ask himself this question.

Why was he so sad when he heard about Song Zhou's accident?

He ran over from the police station and didn't dare to stop for a moment. He knew that Song Zhou was fine, but he just wanted to see him with his own eyes.

He has no desires on weekdays. In the past ten years, other than surviving, he only thought about this person in front of him.

He came tonight to see Song Zhou's injury and to confirm one thing.

Jiang Xiyan pursed his lips and kissed Song Zhou lightly.Suddenly, his heartbeat seemed to pause, followed by a faster heartbeat brought about by excitement. He did not resent contact, and even enjoyed it.

Song Zhou was startled, his Adam's apple moved slightly, he looked down at the person in front of him and asked, "You... don't you want to know me better?"

He breathed heavily and tried his best to suppress his emotions.

Jiang Xiyan bit his lower lip and shook his head, "No need, I know the answer."

How could there be so much to know, and there was only one answer to all his anxieties and confusions from beginning to end.

"What's the answer?" Song Zhou eagerly wanted to know the answer.

"you."

As soon as Jiang Xiyan finished speaking, Song Zhou pulled him into his arms, and he was trapped in the shadow.

Breathing and blending, but he became more and more tense, he didn't dare to move, he raised his head and let Song Zhou dominate.

"Hey, open your mouth." Song Zhou grabbed the back of Jiang Xiyan's neck and taught him how to cater to him little by little.

He gently rubbed Jiang Xiyan's jade-like neck with his thumb, and opened his eyes slightly to see his red ears.He took a sip before Jiang Xiyan dodged it.

"Don't..." Jiang Xiyan shrank his neck, the touch of his ears made him numb all over.

But Song Zhou didn't give him a chance to speak. Song Zhou picked him up with one hand and put him on the desk.

As their lips and teeth rubbed together, their heartbeats gradually matched, and even their breathing was also hot.

Hearing the faint footsteps outside the door, Song Zhou immediately came back to his senses, held Jiang Xiyan in his arms, turned his head to look at the door, and coughed lightly twice.

Fang Ya at the door pursed her lips in dissatisfaction. She had just arrived and hadn't heard anything yet. Her son was going to drive her away. It's so boring!

After confirming that the people outside the door had left, Song Zhou turned his head to look at Jiang Xiyan in his arms, only hearing his even breathing.

Is this... asleep?

Jiang Xiyan also has a big heart, so I'm not afraid of him doing something.

Song Zhou lowered his head and said softly, "Don't sleep here, I'll carry you to bed."

Jiang Xiyan's body trembled when he heard the words, and he woke up suddenly, clutching Song Zhou's collar, shaking his head slightly, "Don't, I'm not ready."

Song Zhou laughed and shook his right hand, "Do you think I can bully you now?"

He wanted to, but he was powerless.

Jiang Xiyan usually exercises, but he is still a little thinner, and Song Zhou can hold him with only his left hand.

Song Zhou pulled the quilt over Jiang Xiyan's body, held his hand holding his collar, kissed the back of his hand, and said softly: "We are adults, you know what I'm thinking, but I won't move You, at least not now. What I want you to consider, besides your own thoughts, is...whether your body accepts it. "

As he said, they are not young anymore, and they are not as ignorant as before, but now they understand everything they should understand.

Choose to be with him, some things are inevitable.From a physiological point of view, it would cause irreversible damage to the recipient, so he hoped that Jiang Xiyan could think about it clearly.

Jiang Xiyan felt hot all over his body. In his impression, Song Zhou had always been gentle and gentle, always taking care of him, but he had seen control and possessiveness in Song Zhou just now.

Seeing Jiang Xiyan hiding half of his face in the quilt, Song Zhou rubbed his broken hair, "It's really like a kitten. Go to sleep, it's already four o'clock in the morning."

They had to leave for the police station at dawn, and there was not much time left for them to rest.

Jiang Xiyan silently moved a little to the side to make room for Song Zhou, "Well, Bai Ke brought back a lot of physical evidence, and I will go back to the police station to help later."

"Okay, I'll call you later." Song Zhou said softly, lying beside Jiang Xiyan.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Xiyan, and withdrew the hand that was about to hug him.

Forget it, if you keep thinking about it, two hours are gone.

In summer, the light came earlier, and the birds on the trees flew to the window and jumped back and forth, chirping, waking up the sleeping people in the house.

Jiang Xiyan opened his eyes slightly in a daze, but he felt sleepy and lacked energy. He yawned, turned his back to the window, avoided the light, and wanted to sleep for a while.

Song Zhou felt a little thing pushing into his arms, and woke up faintly. Seeing that it was Jiang Xiyan, he patted him on the back helplessly and funnyly, "Did you wake up? Or don't you?" Sleep for 10 minutes and have breakfast in the car later?"

Hearing Song Zhou's voice above his head, Jiang Xiyan took a deep breath, opened his eyes wide, recalled what happened last night, and suddenly lost sleepiness, "Wake up."

"I'm going to wash up first, you take a while, get up and change clothes." Song Zhou got off the bed and walked to the bathroom.

Jiang Xiyan always felt that Song Zhou was a bit strange. They obviously didn't do anything, but listening to this, it seemed that they had done everything.

Song Zhou washed up quickly and walked out. He opened the closet and picked out a dark T-shirt to change into. He took off half of his clothes and looked back at Jiang Xiyan who was still on the bed looking at him.

Jiang Xiyan suddenly woke up, got out of bed and walked quickly into the bathroom, just as he closed the door, he heard Song Zhou's voice outside.

"There are spare toothbrush towels in the cabinet, you can use them."

"Okay, thank you." Jiang Xiyan opened the cabinet, and all the toiletries were arranged in an orderly manner. It can be seen that the owner of this room has a good arrangement for life.

Song Yuanbo was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. He turned around and saw his wife and auntie busy in and out of the kitchen. He wondered, how could his wife be so diligent today since she hadn't woken up early for so many years?

The nanny brought breakfast to the table one by one, "Ma'am, it's almost there."

"Very good!" Fang Ya nodded in satisfaction, then turned her head and shouted upstairs, "Boys, let's have breakfast!"

"You?" Song Yuanbo turned his head, raised his eyebrows and looked at his wife. Is there anyone else upstairs?

Fang Ya said with a smile: "You will know in a while."

Anyway, she saw that boy last night very pleasing to the eye, white and clean, soft and obedient, he looked very obedient and peaceful.

And it can make her son so pleasing, and his character and personality will not be bad.

She had already lowered her expectations to the point that she would not have a daughter-in-law, and now one suddenly came, who cares if it is a man or a woman?

Jiang Xiyan followed Song Zhou downstairs, saw Song Zhou's mother waiting at the stairs, and immediately went up to say hello, "Hello, Auntie, I visited late last night, and I apologize for disturbing you."

"Just open the door, don't bother me." Fang Ya said, took Jiang Xiyan's hand, and led him to the dining table, "Come, sit here and have breakfast!"

As she spoke, she motioned for her son to sit beside her.

She seemed to have disturbed her son's good business last night, so she must not give them another chance.

Song Yuanbo looked at the man who came out of his son's room, and immediately stopped reading the newspaper, and asked, "Who is he?"

Jiang Xiyan got up and bowed slightly, "Hi Uncle, my name is Jiang Xiyan, I belong to Song Zhou..."

"My boyfriend." Song Zhou didn't shy away. Now that he had caught him, he didn't intend to hide Jiang Xiyan. His parents would know sooner or later. As for whether to accept it or not, he had to figure out a way.

Song Yuanbo went to the table and sat down, silently.

Seeing this, Fang Ya smoothed things over, "Jiang Xiyan, what a nice name! Can I call you Xiaoyan? Come, eat a piece of glutinous rice cake."

She said, holding a piece of glutinous rice cake for Jiang Xiyan, "I don't know what you like, so I asked someone to make some. If you think it's delicious, come back to my house next time, and my uncle will make it for you!"

"Don't." Song Yuanbo suddenly said, stopping his wife's words, "What I mean is, how good your cooking skills are, just leave it to me and let Xiao Zhou do it by himself."

Hearing his father's words, Song Zhou somewhat understood what he meant, and whispered to Jiang Xiyan beside him, "My mother's cooking skills are not very good. When I'm at home, I cook all the meals. If you want to eat, Just talk to me directly."

Although an aunt is invited at home, his mother still wants to challenge herself every now and then. Fortunately, he is usually busy, so it is his father who suffers.

Jiang Xiyan nodded, but he was still a little hesitant, did Uncle Song disagree?

"We are in a hurry, and we have to go back to the team after breakfast." Song Zhou took two mouthfuls of porridge and didn't have time for him to chew slowly.

When he finished eating, Jiang Xiyan drank the last sip of soy milk and was about to go into the kitchen to wash the dishes when Aunt Song stopped him.

"I don't need you, Xiao Zhou and his father will wash it up." Fang Ya took someone to sit on the sofa, "You two are short on time, so Auntie will have a good chat with you when you are free."

She said, glanced at the two people who were busy in the kitchen, pulled Jiang Xiyan and said, "Don't look at your uncle with a straight face, but we just made up our minds. Just go out and play for a while, and leave it to you at home?"

"Huh?" Jiang Xiyan was puzzled, why did he suddenly talk about living in Song Zhou's house.

"What's the matter? You don't like the decoration of your home? If you don't like it, we can change it!" Fang Ya said, taking out a stack of real estate certificates from under the coffee table and putting them in Jiang Xiyan's hand, "If you think the location here is not good, There are still several properties in the family, and there are others to choose from, you can see which one you like first."

Jiang Xiyan stared blankly at the red book in his hand, and hurriedly returned it to Aunt Song, "Auntie, I live in the dormitory of the police station. It's pretty good. It's very convenient to commute to and from get off work. I don't think about moving out for now."

"That's it!" Fang Ya sighed regretfully, and suddenly thought of a good idea, "Look, it's somewhat inconvenient for the two of you to live in a dormitory. How about I buy a pair for you two next to the police station?" set?"

As she said, she took out her mobile phone and was about to contact the agency.

"No, really no!" Jiang Xiyan hurriedly stopped.

How come Song Zhou never mentioned to him that his family is so... rich.