boyfriend in the fridge

Discipline is not someone who is used to sweet talk.He's better at doing than talking.

Right now, he can only express his inner joy and agitation with kisses.

So he picked up Song Buzhi, let him sit on his lap, squeezed his chin and kissed him.

After the deep kiss, Discipline adjusted each other's clothes and asked him if he wanted to go out for a walk with the dog together.

Now is the time to discipline yourself to walk the golden hair every day in the morning.Jin Dafa had seen the masters get up early, and waited obediently with the leash in his mouth.But after waiting for a long time, the owners still didn't come to look for it. It had already made several waves outside the bedroom door to urge it.

"Go." Song Buzhi got off Discipline and said, "It's rare to get up so early, of course I will go for a walk with the dog with you."

So, two people and one dog went out.

Jin Dafa is already familiar with the disciplined route to walk it, and knows that no matter where it wants to go halfway, it will be pulled by the discipline to follow the established route.But today... Jin Dafa grinned at Song Buzhi and wagged his tail happily.

It rushed forward excitedly, and from time to time it rushed to places outside the established route.However, they were all pulled back by discipline.

After many times, Song Buzhi also discovered the problem and said, "Dafa wants to go there, so let's go there."

Discipline is different from his view: "Dogs are like children, they must be cultivated from an early age to have discipline."

As soon as these words came out, Song Buzhi immediately laughed.

The words "discipline" hit his laughing point like a pebble, and he couldn't stop laughing.

"All right, all right, I'll listen to you." Finally, Song Buzhi said with his eyes bent.

Jin Dafa failed to deviate from the route, so he could only continue to follow the route he had walked countless times.

When he walked to Changmai's breakfast shop, Jin Dafa stopped, shouted cheerfully to the boss, and wagged his tail.

"Xiaojin, good morning, are you here to accompany the master to buy buns again?" The owner of the breakfast shop smiled, "You are so cute!"

Then he asked the discipline what he wanted today.

Discipline asked Song Buzhi.

Song Buzhi looked at the menu posted on the storefront, and said, "Leek and egg buns, two, and a bag of soy milk."

Discipline looked at Song Buzhi unexpectedly, but said nothing.After buying breakfast for himself, Song Buzhi and Jin Dafa, he walked a little further before he said, "Is your sequelae still there?"

Song Buzhi was taken aback, and said, "No, I don't think there's anything wrong."

The body is very normal, there is nothing wrong with it.

Discipline looked at the leek egg bun in his hand, and asked, "Have you ever eaten leeks before?"

Song Buzhi's eyes immediately shifted to the steamed stuffed bun that he had bitten into twice. Inside, he looked at each other with green leeks and yellow eggs.He murmured, "Yes, I didn't eat it before."

Previously, the discipline asked him what he would not eat, and he said that he would eat everything except onions, garlic and leeks.Now... what's going on?

"There are two more details." Discipline said, "Did you realize that after you woke up in the morning, your emotions were a little more sensitive than usual, and your eyes were red twice. I thought it was nothing, it was your normal physiological reaction, but Thinking about it now, it's not very natural - even if you are touched, will your eyes always be red?"

Song Buzhi subconsciously shook his head.

Not to mention that he is not such a slender and sensitive person, even if he is really touched, he will basically not have red eyes.

"Second, you pouted before?" Discipline said, "You haven't done these actions since I met you. But you pouted in the morning."

"Is there something wrong with my body?" He touched his face blankly and pinched it. The pain was not a dream.

Discipline took his hand with a funny face, and held it: "Whatever you do to pinch your face, it turns red—in all likelihood, your sequelae are still affecting you, although you may not feel it yourself."

Otherwise why?

"Is it because I attached a human corpse this time?" Song Buzhi said very lightly, "Because he is a human, so maybe some of his personality and preferences...influenced me during his lifetime?"

Discipline was noncommittal, took his hand and walked forward: "Anyway, I'm going to see Liu Wentao this afternoon, and let him check your body carefully."

Song Buzhi gave a low "hmm", and took another bite of the egg bun with leeks—would people who didn't eat leeks suddenly find leeks delicious?

---

Liu Wentao went to work in the company in the morning, and took a leave of absence in the afternoon.

Because Song Buzhi sent a message saying he would come around one o'clock in the afternoon.So he asked for leave to prepare at home.

He prepared the instruments and equipment for the inspection one by one, and when he passed the living room, he caught a glimpse of an empty vase on the coffee table in the living room, and suddenly remembered a sentence that Wang Yu usually said——

"Life is boring enough. It's good to buy a bunch of different flowers every week to decorate. It's also fun to see. If there are guests, it can also make them feel comfortable and brighten their eyes."

——Although there are almost no guests in their house.

Now the person who bought the flower arrangement every week is gone, Liu Wentao stared at the transparent empty vase in a daze, his eyes gradually turned red under the heavy lenses.

Suddenly, a piece of clothing on the balcony was blown high by the wind, and the hem of the raised clothing was thrown onto a small succulent beside it. The flower pot was unstable and fell to the ground with a "bang".

The sound woke Liu Wentao up instantly.

He raised his glasses as if to cover up, and wiped his eyes hastily.

Then, he went out quickly and bought a bouquet of flowers at a nearby flower shop.

Liu Wentao lives and works two points and one line, and rarely goes to shops, even the shops around the community, he is not familiar with.The clerk was a young girl who had just arrived and didn't know him. Seeing that he had bought a large bouquet of flowers, she smiled and asked, "Did you buy it for your wife, sir? She is so happy!"

Liu Wentao replied vaguely, paid the money and hurried back.

He was holding the flowers, and when he was about to put them in a vase, he realized that the bouquet he bought was too big for a vase.

He turned his head and looked around blankly, thinking, what should I do?What will Wang Yu do at this time?

Suddenly, his eyes fixed - there was also an empty vase on the dining table.

That's right, Wang Yu will plant two bunches every week, one on the dining table, one in the living room, and sometimes one in the bedroom.

A few days ago, there were still flowers on these two vases, which were inserted by Wang Yu before his death, but after the flowers failed, Liu Wentao threw them all away.

In fact, the more important thing is that when you see these flowers, you will think of Wang Yu.

While restraining his emotions and thinking about Wang Yu in his heart, Liu Wentao divided the flowers into two bunches and put them on the coffee table in the living room and the vase on the dining table respectively.

After inserting, he looked at the two bunches of flowers with cold eyes, and thought: "It's okay, now it's okay to look at them and think of Wang Yu."

Then, he took the broom again, and swept all the succulents, soil, and broken flowerpots that fell from the balcony into the trash can, then poured them into the trash can, and threw them away.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Discipline and Song Buzhi showed up at Liu Wentao's house on time.

Liu Wentao looked at the discipline who came together, and his nerves suddenly tensed up. He hurriedly greeted the people's policeman, took Song Buzhi to the study, and asked anxiously: "Mr. Song, what's going on here? ? Did you tell the police?"

Song Buzhi readily admitted: "I told you."

Liu Wentao's face suddenly turned ugly, and he wanted to let them go back, but the temptation to check the body of the "M25" test subject 1 years ago still lingered in his mind.

Song Buzhi: "—I told my boyfriend. Well, the one outside is my boyfriend. It's just that he happens to be a policeman. Don't worry, he's the only one who knows. There's no way, don't tell him, he Don't let me come. You don't want to lose my precious research subject, do you?"

Song Buzhi put all the blame on Discipline, and made himself look pitiful.

"Don't look at him as thin, he is very skilled, I can't beat him. Of course I refused to reveal it at first, but he insisted on telling me, I can't beat him and can't hide, so I can only say it. But this is also Very good, when you check my body, you can check it with peace of mind, if there are any people who don't have eyes, my boyfriend can take care of it all, and won't bother us."

Although Liu Wentao is obsessed with research, he still knows what is illegal and what is not.He is well aware that the "M1" research he is currently doing is illegal, once the police find out...

A moment of hesitation flickered in his eyes under the lens, and then he frowned again.

"Don't worry." Song Buzhi seemed to understand what he was thinking, and said bluntly, "Team Ji doesn't know about 'M1'."

Liu Wentao seemed to be relieved, but then asked anxiously, "You didn't tell him?"

"Why should I tell him?" Song Buzhi asked back, "Did Wang Yu tell you all these years?"

Liu Wentao shook his head, if it wasn't for a coincidence at the end...Wang Yu would never have said anything until he died.Yes, Song Buzhi is Wang Yu's younger brother, and he will definitely make the same decision as Wang Yu.

"I usually have some physical problems." Song Buzhi continued to talk nonsense, "I don't know if it's the side effects of the 'M1' injection back then. I almost fainted in the funeral home yesterday, and my whole body was cold. At that time, my phone was muted. , I didn’t see Team Ji calling me, he located my phone when he couldn’t reach me, and finally found it, almost scared him to death—”

"—Look, it's not good to find a policeman as your boyfriend. When he wants to check you, he can always find a way. He heard that I made an appointment with you for a physical examination today. He was worried, so he insisted on coming. I couldn't convince him, so I agreed. He thought it was an ordinary physical examination, and you must be much better than ordinary doctors in the hospital, so it's fine."

Liu Wentao nodded and said, "You also have physical problems?"

"Well, there are." Song Buzhi said, "For example, like yesterday, for example, I am quite afraid of heat... Hey, is there something wrong with Sister Wang Yu's body?"

Liu Wentao opened his mouth, but did not speak.After a while, he said vaguely, "Yes."

Song Buzhi: "That must be the sequelae of 'M1'! Hurry up and check for me? It's best to get rid of these sequelae of mine...It's very annoying."

After the two came out of the study, Song Buzhi went over to discipline with a smile and said, "Let's go, check your body."

The room next to the study is Liu Wentao's small laboratory at home.

After Song Buzhi lay on the bed, Liu Wentao checked him one by one.

After entering work, Liu Wentao is very serious and focused, and records every value very rigorously.He even forgot who the person standing in the room was, commanding him like an assistant, asking him to help deliver things.

Discipline silently struck his hands, occasionally seeing Song Buzhi winking and smiling at him.

Two hours later, the inspection was complete.

"I'll contact you after the results are out and the report is written," Liu Wentao said.

"No hurry, take your time." Song Buzhi waved goodbye to him, and when he passed the restaurant, he saw the flowers on the table and praised casually, "These flowers are not bad."

Liu Wentao smiled embarrassingly, and sent them to the door.

---

Discipline was "short" for a long time, and I went back to work.

Song Buzhi was sitting on the sofa at home, with Jin Dafa lying on his stomach in front of him, sending messages with He Xiaobei.

He missed the experience class for three days in a row, He Xiaobei asked him if it was because she didn't do well, so she didn't plan to come again.

Song Buzhi told a little lie, saying that he had a fever and fell ill in the past two days, and today was just right.Then, without waiting for He Xiaobei's reply, he asked if he could change the experience class this afternoon to the evening, as he had time to go there in the evening.

He Xiaobei said yes, let him come if he wants to.

So Song Buzhi obediently told Discipline about going to Suman Yoga Studio to attend He Xiaobei's class at night.

After deciding on the arrangements for the evening, Song Buzhi was bored thinking about what Discipline said in the afternoon—some of his current habits and preferences were not what he originally had.

He went to the bathroom in the bedroom and turned on all the lights.Suddenly, the bright and hot Yuba illuminated his whole body as if it was glowing.However, in the next second, Song Buzhi turned off the Yuba, leaving only a lukewarm white light.

Hot, really hot.

Song Buzhi approached the mirror, made various expressions, and carefully studied his facial features.However, he probably has bad eyesight, and he really doesn't see any difference between the current self and the previous self.

pout.

Thinking of the little action mentioned by Discipline, Song Buzhi pouted in front of the mirror.

...Why so ugly?

Song Buzhi didn't expect that he pouted in such an ugly and stupid way.Is that what discipline saw at the time?

Immediately, Song Buzhi was very impulsive and ran to Discipline to ask what he saw at that time.

When talking about discipline, Song Buzhi thought that what he showed should be that kind of cute pouting expression, but he didn't expect that when he was pouting in front of the mirror, what he pouted was the effect of a wretched man wanting to force a kiss.

……terrible.

and many more……

Song Buzhi thought to himself, did I use too much force?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it was, so Song Buzhi looked at the mirror again, pouted slightly and deliberately.

...Looking at it this way, it's not bad.

Song Buzhi was immediately satisfied, and thought, "I'm so handsome and cute."

Floating out of the room in a good mood, Song Buzhi thought about it, and sent another message to Chang Fei, asking if he was free to have dinner together tonight.

Very probably busy, and will reply after half an hour - free.

So, at around six o'clock in the evening, Song Buzhi left the poor Jin Dafa who wanted to go with him, and went to the hotel he had made an appointment with.

Song Buzhi arrived earlier, and after studying the menu for a while, Chang Fei also came.

I haven't seen him for a few days, but Chang Fei's spirit seems to be getting better, and the melancholy in his eyes has also faded away.

Song Buzhi smiled at him: "Are you still used to being in Lawyer Hou's house?"

"I'm used to it." Chang Fei seemed a little embarrassed.

Song Buzhi had an expression of "I understand", and said, "Let's order first, I'm hungry."

The two ordered four dishes and chatted while eating.

Song Buzhi picked up some interesting trifles and told him, "The Ji team's dog walking route is really fixed. I think Dafa tried to destroy the route several times, but the Ji team just refused and insisted on taking Dafa pulls back, it's killing me."

Speaking of dogs, Chang Fei's eyes lit up, and he said, "I went back last night and saw that Lawyer Hou also bought a dog. It's also a golden retriever, and it's about the same size as when Dafa first came here."

Song Buzhi "tsk tsk" twice, and said, "Lawyer Hou doesn't seem like a person who knows how to keep small animals. I bought this for you, right?"

The base of Chang Fei's ears turned red suspiciously: "Well...he said we'd raise them together."

We raise together.

Gee tut.

Song Buzhi winked at him ambiguously: "Lawyer Hou, yes."

Chang Fei said, "It's called Tomato, and Lawyer Hou started it."

"Tomato? Food." Song Buzhi said, "Is it male or female? How about making a pair with Dafa?"

Chang Fei: "Public."

Song Buzhi: "Both of them are male, so let's get gay. There are homosexuals among animals."

Chang Fei: "When the tomato grows up, let it choose by itself."

Song Buzhi: "Yes, if you don't like it, it's useless for us to force them together. If you like it...hehehe, we can't pull it."

Chang Fei nodded: "Brother Ji, is that still the time for you to walk the dog at night? We can make an appointment to go for a walk."

"Yes." Song Buzhi said, "Isn't there a park in the middle, there are a lot of people walking and dancing in the square at night, we can go there for a walk together."

"Okay, I'll talk to Lawyer Hou tonight." Chang Fei said.

Song Buzhi said "hmm": "Does Tomato have a surname? It's called Tomato? Isn't it Hou Tomato, Chang Tomato or something?"

Chang Fei smiled: "No, adding a surname sounds so strange."

"That's right." Song Buzhi nodded, "It's better to add the name Dafa to the surname. Hey, it's really strange if you say it. Why didn't the Ji team call it Dafa, but Xiaojin from the beginning?"

Chang Fei: "I heard from Lawyer Hou that the discipline team always calls people like this after they join the work. Younger surnames are preceded by the word 'small', and older surnames are preceded by the word 'old'. Look at the public security law. Most of those people call their colleagues that’s what they call.”

Song Buzhi: "Then he wants to call me Xiao Song? Xiao Song...haha."

As he spoke, he laughed himself first.

"It's quite interesting." Song Buzhi imagined the scene of Discipline calling him like that, and felt it was funny.

Chang Fei also smiled, and said, "Brother Ji, you're in a good mood recently? Has your smile decreased?"

"Huh?" Song Buzhi was more sensitive to words like "change" today, and asked after hearing the words, "Do you think my smile has become lower? Is there anything else that is different?"

Chang Fei: "I still remember watching a funny movie with you before. Bin...Gao Bin and I both laughed a lot, but you didn't laugh very much. Now don't you feel that compared to before, you are very Easy to laugh?"

Song Buzhi: "Is that so?"

Hearing what Chang Fei said, Song Buzhi suddenly felt that he was laughing more than before?

"Aren't you happy with Team Ji?" Chang Fei said, "I used to think Brother Ji, you were like a cloud floating in the sky, although you would talk and laugh with us, but most of the time you were alone, It's as if there's been a deliberate barrier to keep anyone from getting close to you. But now—"

Chang Fei raised the corners of his lips: "—but you are different now, brother Ji. After the Ji team moved in, you were obviously more down-to-earth. How should I put it, you look like a normal person with flesh and blood. At that time I Living with the two of you makes me feel superfluous...like a high-wattage light bulb."

Song Buzhi was amused: "I'm a normal person now, wasn't I before?"

Chang Fei: "It's just a feeling. In short, I think you are doing well, brother Ji, and the Ji team really deserves the credit."

Song Buzhi smiled without denying it, and asked if there were any other differences.

"Other things..." Chang Fei looked him up and down, "It's nothing, it's just the same as before, brother Ji, you didn't go for plastic surgery or anything..."

Song Buzhi refused to accept: "If I look like this, do I still need to go for plastic surgery?"

"Well, there are a lot of them now." Chang Fei sighed, "Recently, our law firm took a case about micro-surgery. A girl in her early twenties went to a cosmetic and plastic surgery hospital to have her surgery done. The fat-melting injection worked well at the beginning, and the little girl was very satisfied, but after a few months, the noodle spread... The little girl wants to sue this hospital. This little girl was spoiled and spoiled since she was a child, and she came to our law firm every day to lose her temper and yell aggressively. Hospital."

Song Buzhi imagined the scene for a while, "tsk", and said, "You didn't pick it up, did you?"

"No." Chang Fei said, "The little girl called for another lawyer from our law firm, lawyer Zhang Damingzhang."

"Isn't Lawyer Zhang so hot-tempered that the little girl can't stop her everyday quarrel? If your lawyer Hou picked it up, wouldn't the little girl back off with just one look?" Song Buzhi said.

Chang Fei: "What is my lawyer Hou... Brother Ji, don't talk nonsense..."

Song Buzhi: "Hey, don't deny it, look, your face is going to blush..."

Song Buzhi and Chang Fei had a meal, and their mood became better.

What Chang Fei said made Song Buzhi suddenly enlightened.Maybe there are some places that are different from before, and it is really the credit of discipline.Although the sudden love of leeks is still unresolved.But, there's nothing to worry about.

Humming an out-of-shape tune, he came to Suman Yoga Studio and started his third yoga experience class.

He Xiaobei's class tonight was originally for formal students, and the class was not the content of the experience class.But Song Buzhi went through the back door, mixed in with a few formal students, and finished a class.

After a class, you can't say that you are sweating profusely, but sweating is for sure.Song Buzhi exhaled, resisting the urge to run home quickly to take off his clothes and take a shower. He admired himself 1 times in his heart-I actually endured the heat to finish this class? !

After the class was over, the other students went out.Song Buzhi sat on the ground for a while before getting up slowly.

He Xiaobei also took out a tissue and handed it to him, and said with a smile: "Mr. Song's body softness is worse than before. This is not okay. If you say this, others will definitely ask why the more you practice yoga, the worse your softness. Our store The signboard is about to be smashed."

He Xiaobei said half-truth, Song Buzhi wiped his sweat and said, "Mr. He is urging me to come to class every day? Hey, I'm naturally soft. I've been lying in bed for the past two days and I'm not stiff. No wonder."

He Xiaobei immediately asked with concern: "Is it so serious? Do you still need to lie in bed?"

Song Buzhi said casually: "I have a fever, I feel weak all over, the doctor told me to sleep more..."

He Xiaobei nodded: "Then Mr. Song should pay more attention to his body. In fact, practicing yoga is really good. Mr. Song can consider our one-year package..."

Song Buzhi: "I heard that practicing yoga will not make you thin, but only make you a soft and fat person."

He Xiaobei smiled so much that he raised his hand to cover his mouth: "Mr. Song, you are not fat, you can't become fat by training."

After chatting with He Xiaobei for a while, Song Buzhi left the yoga studio, and his smile disappeared as soon as he went out.