A small meeting to discuss "looking for gambling guy Ning Yuanfu" delayed the dinner of six people.

Cheng Yong proposed: Dinner and midnight dinner are solved together, and go to Qiwu barbecue!

Zhang Ju readily agreed, and the others chimed in.

Ai Chunguang had planned to go home immediately after the meeting - worried about Xiaoji?

As soon as he saw the situation, and he was already hungry, he dispelled the idea of "slipping away first" - fill his stomach and then say...

It's midnight, and there's no amount of community. Chunguang parked the battery car and looked up at the 11th floor - the living room light was on:

Xiao Ji hasn't slept yet? You won't wait to "train people", will you? I always say I don't drink alcohol - just drank 1 bottle of "Ningxia Red"?

He hesitated for a moment, then moved his big foot to the unit door—

"The door is slammed back?" Chunguang tried twice, and was sure that the judgment was correct, so he had to take out his mobile phone and call his wife?

The phone rings from home, 20 seconds - no one answers??

The big man raised his hand and knocked on the door—"Knock-knock, knock"

"Which one?" Xiao Ji's vigilant voice sounded behind the door.

"I-open the door!" Chunguang replied in a muffled voice.

"How did you get to this point? — I'm asleep. The wife unscrewed the security door and said lazily:

"The dishes are all mirrored, I'm going to heat - oh my God"

"I've eaten it, don't heat it. Are you - sleeping? Chunguang closed the door and changed into cotton slippers.

"You've been drinking?" Xiao Ji opened his eyes and asked: The apron is still tied around the waist!

"Drink a little bit of Ningxia red," Chunguang muttered.

"I opened a bottle of red wine in the evening, and left you half a bottle, and expected you to come back and drink it-," said the wife, wry.

"You're a little high in blood pressure, drink red wine to soften your blood vessels - better!"

"So—another drink?" The big man straightened up and walked to the table:

A pot of pomfret stewed stinky tofu, a pot of pickled vegetables and roasted pork, a large bowl of braised pork, a plate of green peppers fried square...

It's all his favorite dishes, and it's not "wiped out" half yet.

"You're not here, the birthday cake that my eldest sister bought—didn't move—" Ji unpacked the box, took out the cake, and busily planted candles.

Ai Chunguang's heart fluttered:

If my son is in good health, he should be in junior high school. Now the one who is rushing to put the cake - it must be him! A family of three, how warm and happy is that?

Counting up, it is the fourth year that my son is sent to the old house in Shuanglin; But I can't take care of myself so far, it's really chilling...

"Light, don't be in a daze! Hurry up and make a wish - blow out the candles? The wife urged.

Chunguang acquiesced to the three wishes:

My son is getting better year by year!

The criminal investigation career has reached a new high!

Gambler Ning Yuanfu found it as soon as possible?

"Poof—" He blew and the candle went out in the wind.

"I'm going to lose weight, just eat a small piece-" Xiao Ji said, staring at the cake.

"Whatever you want, it's not like you eat every day..."After Chunguang finished speaking, he drank half a glass of red wine in one sip!

"You're drinking wine as beer. Want to shake it first? "The wife was angry.

"I will definitely change it next time! I'm just a rough man. After Chunguang finished speaking, he poured another half a cup, and tilted his neck - empty:

Xiao Ji doesn't complain, it is the greatest happiness at present! Need to pick up the pace, finish drinking - rinse up, and go to bed? The left eyelid throbs from time to time, as if to warn that something "big" is about to happen......

When I really lay in bed, Chunguang didn't feel sleepy at all—my stomach was so bloated!

He took "The Biography of Hu Xueyan", how many pages do you want to read? Flipping through - I can't stand it, I think of "Grayry"-

On his birthday the year before last, Xiao Ji went out to run errands - not at home. He sat alone until it was dark before he came out of his office. Walking to the gate of the police station, he sees Rarity carrying a red bag - like waiting for someone?

"Ai Tan, shall I invite you to dinner?" Rarity is generous.

"Invite me to dinner? - What's the matter? Chunguang was a little dazed:

Is she waiting for me?

"Today's your birthday, a Happy Birthday for you!" Rarity says as she passes the bag.

Chunguang catches it with both hands - try out it's a book? Sidewalk:

"Thank you - thank you! If you give me a gift, should I invite you? Let's go - Huang's Restaurant! ”

The two went to the hotel, but neither of them spoke. On the way, Chunguang wanted to call Yu Jian, but felt that it was inappropriate:

One is that it's past dinner now; The second is to take care of Cheng Yong and Que Haotian's feelings...

Chef Huang's eyes lit up, and he arranged the two of them in the fragrance hall on the third floor.

Rarity goes upstairs and orders a meal: vegetarian-based, three dishes and one soup.

When he pushes the door and enters the Fragrance Room, two cups of hot tea are already on the table of the Eight Immortals, and Rarity sits at the table—

The long straightened hair is along the hat socket, the newly cut bangs are reclining on the eyebrows, the fair face is faintly red, the lips are slightly pursed, and the right hand supports the chin, looking silent?

"Rarity" and "Brother", both of them speak at the same time, then pause and smile at each other.

Chunguang picked up the teacup, bowed his head and said:

"Lady first, you speak first?"

"I—I want to leave the technical team?" Greery said softly: Reach out and pull up a strand of hair.

"Huh-" Chunguang shook the teacup in his hand, quite surprised?

"It's not because of work, it's a private matter...", Rarity said with her head slightly raised, looking directly at the spring light, and seemed to be very determined.

"I'm in my 30s, and according to popular saying - there is one woman left! My parents are very anxious and urge me to find a boyfriend? ”

"Wouldn't it? You-aren't you talking to Yu Jian? Chunguang almost couldn't believe his ears, put down the teacup and asked.

"Yu Jian is very good, and he is very good to me, we 'didn't talk', the specific reason? - Forget it, don't talk about it..."Rarity looks down at the teacup in front of her.

The atmosphere became dull, and Chunguang took out a Liqun cigarette and didn't light it immediately. He wasn't sure if he should ask—

"What about Haotian? And Cheng Da? I think they like you too? ”

Chef Huang served the food, and the two stood up to help, breaking the silence.

"White, red, or beer?" Chef Huang asked.

"On 1 bottle of 5-year-old mouth cellar!" Grayry took the lead.

"That's - another plate of 'marinade'." Spring immediately adds vegetables:

It seems that the "little brother" wants to vent tonight, and he can only sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman. Fortunately, he knew that Grayry had a lot of wine - half a catty of liquor was not a problem; Otherwise, Rarity gets drunk—he's in an awkward position as the detective's brother...

A bottle of eight taels of liquor - divided equally between the two and drank for nearly two hours. Rui Ruiyu's cheeks were crimson, and she poured out endlessly, greatly changing the cold normal.

Chunguang drank with his tongue rolling, and the cigarette did not leave his hand - trying to stay awake and act as a loyal listener...

After the two broke up, the big man staggered back to the office and lay on the desk all night. When he woke up the next morning, he found that the gift was a complete set of "The Legend of Hu Xueyan"!

"Alas! It is really called - seeing things and thinking about people, and things are people. Yun Qian, the current female forensic doctor, can't compare with Rarity..."Ai Chunguang felt the strength of the wine attack, so he put down the book, turned off the lights, and fell into a deep sleep.