spirits in throat

"Drip~woo~~drip~woo~~", the siren sounded from far to near, and two police cars stopped on the side of the road.

"Captain Zhou," the head of the police station in the jurisdiction got out of the car, stepped forward, looked down at the flowered shirt that Zhou Ye stepped on and screamed, and called someone to come over and put on handcuffs.

"You have worked hard, what's the matter with this hand, did you call 120?" The captain turned his head and asked someone to call.

"No, it's just such a small hole, it's not a big deal," Zhou Ye waved his hand, looked at the captain, "I'll leave those few to you, let's have a good trial."

The hint in his eyes is obvious, and it will not make Hua Shirt and others feel better.

The team leader understood: "You can rest assured Team Zhou, assaulting the police is a serious crime."

After the police drove away, Zhou Ye turned his head to look at Rong Zhao, his eyes swept him up and down: "Are you all right?"

Rong Zhao glanced at the cut on the back of Zhou Ye's hand that was cut by a spring knife. Blood oozes from it, and was pressed by Zhou Ye with a tissue. Rong Zhao frowned: "You said I was in front, but you still go forward rush."

Zhou Ye took the tissue away, saw that there was no more blood, turned around and threw the tissue into the trash can: "It's okay, you don't need to feel guilty, and you don't need to be distressed. You don't need tomorrow, and you can grow well tonight."

"What I mean is," Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye, "if you can't do it, don't try to be brave."

"Who can say no?" Zhou Ye glanced at his mouth, with a displeased expression on his face, "You hurt my self-esteem."

It was already noon, the sun was scorching the earth, and the two had just fought again, sweating all over their bodies, exhausting their energy, and hungry.

"Go eat," Zhou Ye turned his head and looked around, "What do you want to eat?"

Rong Zhao didn't even think about it: "Eat something casually." Scavengers don't go out at noon in summer, so Rong Zhao decided to go to Shilian Road.

Zhou Ye didn't understand, why some people like to talk casually so much, the more casual it is, the harder it is to arrange.

Zhou Ye pointed to a shopping mall across the road: "Go there and have a look, there is an air conditioner inside."

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye speechlessly: "When you're out on the job, if you dare to go to a high-end shopping mall to eat, you won't be afraid that Director Qian will strangle you to death."

"It's been six years, and I still can't get used to the fact that I've been kicked out of the house," Zhou Ye said rather melancholy, "I thought I was the eldest son of the richest family who wanted to eat whatever he wanted."

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye, and really wanted to suggest to him not to be a policeman, but to go to the entertainment industry to pursue his dream. Being an emperor and actor is not a dream.

The two walked into a noodle shop on the food street.Zhou Ye handed the menu to Rong Zhao: "Order whatever you want."

Rong Zhao didn't answer: "Order, I can do whatever I want."

Zhou Ye glanced at the menu: "Yellow Fish Noodles?"

Rong Zhao: "If the yellow croaker is not handled properly, it will be very fishy."

Zhou Ye looked again: "Big noodles?"

Rong Zhao: "Too greasy."

Zhou Ye: "Noodles with pickled vegetables and shredded pork?"

Rong Zhao: "I don't like pickled vegetables."

Zhou Ye: "..." Didn't you just say casually, you really can't believe what a man says.

In the end, the two ordered two bowls of beef noodles.

Zhou Ye asked the boss for two bottles of Sprite, opened the Sprite in front of Rong Zhao and handed it over: "This time you saw it with your own eyes, I haven't drunk it."

Rong Zhao took it and took a sip: "Thank you."

The weather is too hot, customers in the small shop come and go, turning on a small air conditioner is the same as not turning it on, it is not as cool as the two big fans above the head.

Rong Zhao looked at the Sprite bottle that was steaming in Zhou Ye's hand, water droplets were condensing on the body of the bottle, it was ice cold, just taken out of the refrigerator.

Rong Zhao stared at Zhou Ye's Sprite: "Why did you bring me the normal temperature one." In this weather, the normal temperature one is almost hot to the touch, and it tastes like drinking sugar water, without any icy feeling.

Zhou Ye secretly investigated Rong Zhao, read his physical examination reports for the past four years, and knew that he had stomach problems, although they rarely recurred.

Of course, you can't say such things about secret investigations, which will affect the feelings of superiors and subordinates, and will not be conducive to the development of future work.

"As a gentleman," Zhou Ye nodded his thanks to the waiter who came over with the noodles, and continued to look at Rong Zhao and said, "Tenderness and consideration are the most basic qualities, and things that are too cold can induce gastrointestinal diseases, so it is not suitable for people with stomach problems." people."

Sure enough, Rong Zhao's face changed drastically, and he looked at Zhou Ye warily: "Are you investigating me?"

"Yo, you also know that you have a stomach problem." Zhou Ye brought the first bowl of beef noodles to Rong Zhao's table. "My master has a serious stomach problem, so I can tell."

Zhou Ye turned his head to look at a table by the wall, and said to Rong Zhao in a low voice, "That woman, either she has a stomach upset, or she's having her period."

Rong Zhao was not interested in that woman, he poured some vinegar into the bowl: "I haven't seen any of your masters in the bureau."

"Passed away," Zhou Ye turned his head and said to the waiter who came over with the noodles, "Thank you."

Seeing that Zhou Ye didn't intend to say more, Rong Zhao didn't ask too much.

Zhou Ye held the chopsticks with his left hand, which was a little clumsy, and the noodle soup almost splashed on his white shirt.

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye's right hand which was placed by the table, and the cut on the back of his hand was oozing blood again: "Actually, even if you don't come, I can beat them."

Once Zhou Ye came, it was equivalent to reminding him that he was a policeman, and when he beat someone, he couldn't beat him as he wanted, but he had to be careful and always pay attention to the safety of the enemy's life.

This instead delayed his performance.

"In the past, just like them, I'm not afraid of ten more." Rong Zhao took a bite of the beef, felt that the taste was not good, put it down again, and continued with his head down, "I can beat them all by myself. .”

"I know you can do it," Zhou Ye took out a tissue and wiped off the blood oozing from the back of his right hand, his voice was low, "But it doesn't contradict my desire to help you."

Rong Zhao looked down at the half bowl of noodles in the bowl, and didn't reply or look up for a long time.

He has been walking alone in the dark for a long time, and he has never seen any monsters and ghosts.He is unarmed, like a lonely king, without and without the company and help of others.

Zhou Ye picked up a piece of evenly meaty beef slices in his bowl, put his hand in Rong Zhao's bowl, and only remembered that he didn't ask for his mineral water in the morning, and now he must dislike his chopsticks for sticking to it. I'm drooling.

"Why don't I order you another bowl?"

"No, it's time to go after eating quickly," Rong Zhao didn't eat the piece of beef, but he didn't say much, and let the piece of beef lie quietly in the soup bowl.

Zhou Ye became complacent unconsciously, and even his tone was a little fluttering: "You don't think I'm drooling?"

Rong Zhao put down his chopsticks and roughly interrupted Zhou Ye: "I'm full."

Zhou Ye ate the last bit of noodles while recalling the days when he and Bai Xudong, Zheng Ke and the others went out to work.

Everyone robs each other when they eat, you rob me of a few slices of beef, and I rob you of an egg.Never thought about the problem of saliva or not.

After eating with Police Officer Rong, Zhou Ye decided not to allow Bai Xudong and the others to touch the food in his bowl. He detested them very much.

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