WWY Chapter 77
by VolareChapter 77: Company. Anyway, there’s nowhere else to go?
With the surveillance disabled, the testimony of the surviving party became especially important.
Lan He held a bowl of instant noodles, eating heartily in the interrogation room of the Criminal Investigation Brigade.
Unfortunately, Tuxi Ling was again asked to recuse himself, forced to watch him from the next room, anxiously pacing, feeling both sorry and sad for him.
Tian Kun and Director Liu stood beside him, glancing at him from time to time, still not quite used to it. The matter of Tuxi Ling suddenly confirming a romantic relationship, and with their bureau’s key person of interest.
To say they should seriously deal with it, Lan He hadn’t done anything illegal or disruptive. Not only was he 100% cooperative with their work, but they wouldn’t have been able to catch the smuggling of cultural relics in the act without him. But to say they could openly bring this romantic relationship to the forefront, they always felt that two men might not quite align with the aesthetic of higher-level leaders.
While the two leaders were racking their brains, Yaojin Ke in the interrogation room was also suffering. Lan He was clearly the victim, and the killing could even be considered self-defense, but the problem was, on the way back to the city, he said one sentence: “Qi A had been here.”
He smelled the strong aroma of pickled cabbage, feeling a little nauseous.
This young master was really not picky!
The interrogation concluded that Si’nian He held a grudge against Lan He for slapping him in public last time, so he kidnapped him for revenge and extortion. Lan He argued with him and wanted to go downstairs to find his phone in his car, but he wasn’t his match in terms of physical strength. During the struggle, he stabbed Si’nian He in the stomach with a shard of a plastic stool, giving him the opportunity to escape into the car and lock the door. Later, Si’nian He took a wrench to smash the car, and in a panic, Lan He hit him with the car, injuring him. Qi A somehow found his way there and happened to rush in and kill Si’nian He as Lan He was about to escape, and then left without saying anything.
In the end, he innocently sighed, “This year has been a bit unlucky, I must go to the temple to burn incense on the first day of the new year!”
In his heart, he was actually very grateful that they couldn’t get the surveillance footage.
First, he didn’t want Tuxi Ling to see the scene of him being pinned on the bed by Si’nian He; it was embarrassing. Second, he didn’t want to tell the police that as long as Crinum didn’t make any moves, it would be difficult for them to notice that there was actually a cyber ghost wandering around in their system.
The name Qi A was refreshing and energizing, and the police launched another round of tracking and investigation.
After confirmation, all the traces in the house were consistent with Lan He’s description. A set of fingerprints was left on the handle of the dagger in Si’nian He’s back, which matched the fingerprints of Qi A extracted from the □□, and Lan He’s fingerprints were indeed extracted from the broken plastic stool and the steering wheel of the car. It could be judged that Lan He’s statement was true.
In the busy office, Yaojin Ke blew on the hot coffee in his paper cup, holding it with both hands to absorb the heat: “I said, this trip wasn’t a complete loss. At least we know Qi A is still in this city. What did he come back for? Surely he doesn’t still have guns that haven’t been transported yet?”
Tuxi Ling thought for a moment: “Maybe it’s for Lan He again.”
“Specifically for Lan He?” Yaojin Ke couldn’t help but flatter, “Ling, is your little friend that charming? Just because you treat him like a treasure doesn’t mean everyone else does, right?”
This was deliberately teasing. Tuxi Ling glared at him and picked up the file bag: “I’m going to the technical team…”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Yaojin Ke snatched the file bag, “Team Leader Tian means you should temporarily recuse yourself.”
Tuxi Ling frowned: “Hasn’t Lan He been cleared of suspicion? Why are you still making me recuse myself? What exactly am I recusing myself from?”
“The leaders have their own considerations. After all, the case of Sang Da and his gang is too complicated. They’re also worried about giving people a reason to talk, right?” Yaojin Ke leaned forward, “Don’t be stubborn. Hey? That’s right! Why don’t you go keep young master He company? Just consider it a honeymoon the team is giving you!”
Tuxi Ling was annoyed and didn’t notice the words in his sentence.
He knew it was useless to argue, so he got up: “Okay, then I’ll go back first. Call me if anything happens!”
In the past, he certainly wouldn’t have compromised so easily, but it seemed that the thought of being able to accompany Lan He made this recusal not so repulsive.
Being kidnapped and imprisoned for a day and a night, and witnessing such a bloody scene, anyone would be afraid.
He needed to be comforted and accompanied properly.
He went directly to Dongjiao Villa without saying hello, but when he actually arrived at the gate, he felt a little embarrassed.
Lan He didn’t care, but Auntie Long was also there. The day before yesterday, when she reported the case to the team, he pretended to be serious and impartial. Once his relationship with Lan He was revealed, it suddenly seemed like he had ulterior motives.
For this reason, he was carrying two large bags of fruit.
As he was hesitating, he suddenly heard Lan He’s voice.
“Brother! Brother Ling, come in—”
He saw Lan He poking his head out of the window on the second floor of the villa, waving vigorously at him. He fixed his eyes on him and smiled, and then he shrank back, presumably coming out to greet him.
Soon, the brown iron gate was opened remotely, and he walked in with the fruit. He saw Lan He rushing out of the villa from afar, jogging all the way, and jumping on him directly three steps away.
“Brother Ling!”
Auntie Long, who followed behind, was speechless.
Last night, she saw something was wrong at the Public Security Bureau. After returning home in the morning, she asked indirectly, but young master Lan just smiled foolishly and didn’t say anything. Now that the guess was completely confirmed, it was like the sky had fallen.
Although officer Ling was a good person, looked decent, and was quite nice to young master Lan, and without prejudice, the two of them were very suitable, she couldn’t help but roar in her heart: What a sin! What happened to the gentle and beautiful girl she was promised?
Thinking was one thing, doing was another.
Apart from young master Gu, it was the first time young master Lan had brought a friend home. Auntie Long greeted him enthusiastically and went to prepare fruit and afternoon tea, leaving space for the two young men.
Lan He took Tuxi Ling to the study.
They sat side by side on the sun-drenched sofa, and Lan He poured him tea: “This used to be my dad’s study, but now it’s mine, but I don’t come here often. I don’t like big houses.”
Tuxi Ling took a sip of the refreshing floral tea: “Isn’t a big house good?”
Lan He shook his head to indicate no and asked, “Why did you come? I thought you guys would be very busy.”
“I’ve been isolated again.” Tuxi Ling raised his hand, half-jokingly gesturing for him not to mention it, “Anyway, there’s nowhere else to go, so I came to see you. You still haven’t recovered from your last cold, and you’ve been frightened again. Are you okay?”
Anyway, there’s nowhere else to go? How proud and aloof!
Lan He sat in his lap: “I was terrified. I need a kiss to feel better!”
Tuxi Ling: “…”
He glanced at the study door like a thief and quickly tapped his forehead with the tip of his lips.
Lan He: “Hahahaha—”
Tuxi Ling blushed: “Do you have any scratches? Let me see.”
He grabbed Lan He’s wrist and frowned when he saw a ring of bruises on it: “How did this happen?”
“Si’nian He grabbed it, but I didn’t get the short end of the stick. I kicked his balls.” Lan He smiled, “Don’t worry, everything’s fine. I’m very good at protecting myself!”
Tuxi Ling suddenly felt a little sad. He was a dignified police officer, and his boyfriend still needed to protect himself. What was this if not incompetence?
But saying anything at this time would be like being sentimental, so he just hugged him tightly, buried his face deeply in the crook of his neck, and sniffed the cologne on his body.
Lan He’s spine was tickled by the tip of his nose, and he smiled and dodged to the side: “Does it smell good?”
“It smells good.” He chased after him, sniffing him like a cat catching catnip, until Lan He had nowhere to hide. He took a good sniff on his back before letting him go, “You always have this scent. Don’t you ever change it?”
“I’m very loyal!” Lan He said proudly.
Tuxi Ling always felt that there was something more to his words, but he had already gotten up from his lap, opened the cabinet door of the bookcase, and pulled out two boxes from a large pile of identical boxes.
“I’ve always used this one. I’ll give you one.”
“I don’t need it.”
Lan He opened a bottle without explanation and sprayed it a few centimeters away from the back of his neck. After the fragrant mist fell, he leaned in to smell it and suggested, “Use it. Why not? If you miss me next time, you can just lower your head and smell yourself.”
After saying that, he bit his cute, fleshy earlobe.
The culprit ran away, saying he was going to help Auntie Long bring out afternoon tea. Tuxi Ling touched his ear, feeling like his fingers were about to melt.
Auntie Long prepared egg yolk pastries, steamed spring rolls, and fruit tea. Tuxi Ling hadn’t eaten steamed spring rolls before and couldn’t help but ask a few more questions, and Lan He kept stuffing them into his mouth one after another.
The taste was crisp, refreshing, and slightly sweet, not as greasy as the fried ones. Auntie Long’s were also small and exquisite, so he could eat as many as he wanted.
Lan He fed him a whole small plate of spring rolls and cut open the egg yolk pastry, forking a small piece for him to eat.
In his world, sharing food was the highest social etiquette.
While Tuxi Ling was still eating spring rolls, he took the fork from his hand and fed the egg yolk pastry back into his mouth. He narrowed his eyes, chewing, and suddenly mischievously chased after his mouth, prying open his teeth and stubbornly pushing the egg yolk in his mouth toward him.
When their tongues touched, a slight current crawled all over their bodies. Lan He grabbed the hem of his clothes, nibbling on his lips and tongue like a puppy.
Tuxi Ling, aroused and hot in his heart, turned from defense to offense, supporting his waist and slowly laying him down on the sofa, and then attacking, the slightly granular egg yolk mixed with the delicate bean paste, crushed by their lips and tongues, melted away, leaving a sweet and greasy aroma in their mouths.
Tuxi Ling came on fiercely, and Lan He gradually couldn’t resist, whimpering in his throat, pushing twice on his shoulders, and he let him go.
Lan He wiped his mouth: “Whoa!”
This word contained too many meanings. Tuxi Ling chose his favorite one to understand, which was: Amazing!
He smugly hooked his lips, pulled a tissue from the coffee table, and helped him wipe away the strange residue on the corner of his mouth, and then wiped his own.
Lan He put his arms around his neck, looking up, his eyes shining: “One more time!”
Tuxi Ling leaned down, this time kissing softly and gently.
They both hadn’t slept all night yesterday. After tea and snacks, both of them were a little sleepy. Lan He pulled Tuxi Ling to his bedroom.
He originally said that he could sleep in the guest room, but Lan He wouldn’t let him.
What a joke, he wouldn’t miss any opportunity to be intimate with him!
This was the second time Tuxi Ling had come to Lan He’s bedroom. The first time was the day Weiyu He died, when he conducted a sharp-tongued interrogation of Lan He.
Thinking of his mood at that time, he couldn’t help but curl the corners of his mouth.
He didn’t know what he was struggling with. See, there were no insurmountable obstacles in the world. The margin for error in life was really immeasurably high.
Lan He stood by the bed for a while and then went out. Tuxi Ling sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him and inadvertently caught sight of the photo on the bedside table.
Two people doing a bungee jump upside down, embracing each other tightly, they smiled very similarly, as if even their breathing and heartbeat were in sync. The sparkling waves behind them danced happily, matching their waltz in the air.
“I forgot about the photo that day. I only picked it up the second day. It turned out pretty well!”
Lan He’s voice sounded, and Tuxi Ling saw him holding a pillow over. He smiled: “It’s just a nap. Is it necessary?”
“It’s necessary! I’m very sleepy, maybe I can sleep until tomorrow morning!” Lan He put the pillow on the bed, lifted the quilt, and said seriously, “You must hold me tight, don’t snore or talk in your sleep, and don’t get up without permission and disturb me. Otherwise, you’ll be responsible for the consequences! I have a terrible temper when I wake up!”
Tuxi Ling: “…”