Рано утром следующего дня Лу Янь, как только проснулась, пошла на кухню, чтобы приготовить еду.

Цзян Чэнъи вставал позже неё. После двух ночей подряд, проработав сверхурочно, он очень устал и проспал до десяти утра, прежде чем проснуться.

Встав, Цзян Чэнъи был ещё более энергичен, чем прежде. Зная, что Лу Янь на кухне, он пошёл туда, чтобы посмотреть, как он готовит завтрак.

«Ну как?» — глаза Лу Яня заблестели. — «Есть ли какой-нибудь прогресс?»

Он фыркнул и открыл обе тарелки в пароварке. Как только крышка открылась, жар вырвался наружу. «Что это?»

«Я приготовила это для доктора Юй». Лу Янь надела термозащитные перчатки и стала одну за другой доставать тарелки. «Любовник доктора Юй всё ещё в отъезде и может вернуться только ночью. Еда в больнице не очень вкусная, поэтому я согласилась ещё вчера. Доктор Юй, я принесу ему сегодня обед из дома».

Он наблюдал, как она загружает ланч-бокс.

Я её сильно недооцениваю. Ранним утром она столько всего на кухне вытворяла.

«Доктор Юй — уроженец города Б. Он любит солёные и острые вкусы. Ваш вкус слишком пресный, и блюда, которые вы готовите, могут ему не понравиться».

«Даже если это невкусно, это лучше, чем в больничной столовой». Лу Янь обернулся, увидел, что Цзян Чэнъи нахмурился, и уверенно сказал: «Что у тебя с глазами? Я, в общем-то, неплохой, и, думаю, доктору Юй определённо понравится».

Оба обратились в больницу, и сейчас Юй Чжэн находится в кардиологическом отделении из-за нестабильного артериального давления.

Когда Юй вошел в палату, он сидел на кровати и читал газету.

«Доктор Юй, вы чувствуете себя лучше сегодня?» Лу Янь с улыбкой подошла и поставила ланч-бокс на прикроватный столик.

«Намного лучше». Должно быть, он был голоден. Едва почувствовав аромат риса, Юй Чжэн вскочил с кровати и быстро поставил на неё маленький обеденный столик. «Я думал, меня скоро выпишут из больницы, но врач настоял на том, чтобы мне снова пришлось пройти обследование. Наблюдение, так что мне придётся остаться в больнице ещё на несколько дней. Ух ты, какой ароматный, должно быть, очень вкусно».

Цзян Чэнъи с улыбкой сказал: «Мастерство нашего Лу Яня среднее. Я живу в городе Б уже несколько лет. Если доктор Юй захочет поесть местную еду, я приготовлю её вечером, когда вернусь домой, а затем принесу доктору Юй».

Лу Янь взглянул на него.

«Это здорово». Юй Чжэн, очевидно, очень жизнерадостный человек, «Для меня большая честь попробовать творение команды Цзян. Думаю, оно должно быть очень хорошим, но блюда, приготовленные доктором Лу, и без того восхитительны, хм, безупречны».

Поев, Цзян Чэнъи вышел на улицу, чтобы ответить на телефонный звонок.

Yu Zheng looked at Lu Yan through the edge of the cup while drinking water. In fact, there are very few lucky children like Jiang Chengyi in the world. Cheng Zhou's family is too extreme and may not be representative, but taking Dr. Lu as an example, even if he grows up in a broken family, he can still grow into a sound personality. Human nature is too complicated, even if he spends ten times more energy on research, he will probably only be able to touch a little in his life.

"Doctor Lu, you and Team Jiang are actually very similar, but the most striking thing in common is that you both are very humane."

Lu Yan put away the tableware with a smile, and accepted the compliment calmly: "Dr. Yu is not a humane criminal psychology expert."

At this time, Jiang Chengyi came back and said to Yu Zheng, "Li Xiaolan did have liver cancer and is now recuperating at home, but she has entered the terminal stage and will not live long."

"Really?" Yu Zheng suddenly came to his senses, "What else did you find?"

"Cheng Zhou never gave his mother living expenses after graduating from university, and never went to see her, but suddenly bought a house for Li Xiaolan this year, just before Li Xiaolan was diagnosed with liver cancer."

Yu Zheng squinted his eyes meaningfully: "Well, it's very interesting. Needless to say, this house must be Li Xiaolan's wish, and Cheng Zhou satisfied her."

"Then why didn't Cheng Zhou start?" Lu Yan said puzzled, "Because his mother died soon?"

"Oh, it won't be like this." Yu Zheng shook his head, "In Cheng Zhou's eyes, there is not much concept of life, old age, sickness and death, 'target selection-preparation-execution' is the inherent mode of committing crimes in his mind. I haven't done anything to the real Li Xiaolan yet. I think it's because of the coming of this carnival. He has been making preparations for the past few years. He has always been patient. What awaits Li Xiaolan may be an unprecedented ceremony or an escalated criminal tactic. , but before he could implement it, something changed, which made him suddenly feel sick, or temporarily lost interest in the target."

Yu Zheng was puzzled and thought for a long time before saying, "I understand a little bit, but I don't understand very well. I think Li Xiaolan lost a lot of weight before being diagnosed with liver cancer. Now that she's ill, not to mention it. Maybe she looks early. It's very different from when I was young, but unfortunately there is no photo of Li Xiaolan now, so I can't confirm my conjecture."

Jiang Chengyi and Lu Yan looked at each other with a strange expression: "Li Xiaolan is in pain right now, and she needs to take a lot of painkillers every day to fall asleep. I guess that the morphine that Cheng Zhou attacked Liu Yujie may have come from her, and there is another It's very strange, after learning that Li Xiaolan was ill, Cheng Zhou would give Li Xiaolan a lot of expensive health care products almost every month."

"Oh?" Yu Zheng jumped off the bed, pacing back and forth, as if he had been inspired, "Judging from this series of victims, Cheng Zhou's selection of targets is almost strict, ranging from weight to height. A measuring ruler of his own. It is conceivable that Li Xiaolan, who was ill and deformed, was not the real Li Xiaolan for a long time, but he refused to give up his ideas, especially after thinking about the upgrade plan of the ceremony, Li Xiaolan's death had a great impact on him. Yan is a carnival. I guess, is it because Li Xiaolan can return to the original appearance in a short time, so he sent a lot of health care products? "

But obviously, patients with liver cancer will only become thinner and emaciated, so Li Xiaolan has never been able to return to the Li Xiaolan in Cheng Zhou's mind.

Yu Zheng added: "Of course, this is just my personal conjecture."

The third day is the weekend

Jiang Chengyi slept soundly when suddenly he felt that there were small ants crawling on his face, softly and itchy.

He was so sleepy that he rolled over and went back to sleep. However, the "ant" was persistent, not only quickly moved to the back of his neck, but also crawled down and down his back, becoming more and more itchy.

"Don't make trouble, Lu Yan."

Someone was laughing softly in his ear, and his consciousness suddenly lightened, as if he had grown golden wings and flew to a distant place.

It seemed like a weekend afternoon, he and Lu Yan were reading in an empty classroom.

The exam is about to come, he is doing the test paper, she is reviewing the notes, and there is silence all around.

Every time she reviewed it together, she would make three chapters with him: no one was allowed to provoke anyone before she finished her homework.

After finishing a test paper, he wanted to take a break and glanced at her sideways, she was still focused.

Reaching out and pinching her white earlobe, she ignored it.

Feeling bored, he turned the chair and leaned back, ready to take a nap.

The weather was so good that the wood was warmed by the sun, and the headrest was very comfortable. Unfortunately, the sun was too dazzling, and even if I closed my eyes, it still felt white. In order to sleep soundly, he put the book on his face.

There was the rustling sound of the pen writing on the paper in his ear, and the fragrance of grass and trees wafting from nowhere at the end of his nose. After an unknown amount of time, he was so dazed that he was about to fall asleep, and suddenly he felt something light on his chin. Climb lightly.

He frowned, feeling for a while calmly, and after realizing what was causing the trouble, he maintained a still posture, stretched out his hand unexpectedly, and clasped her wrist.

She was busy trying to dodge, but couldn't dodge.

"Who provoked whom this time?" He opened the book and looked at her with a half-smile.

She giggled: "I just want to tell you: the posture is not right, get up and go back to sleep."

He seemed to have poured a glass of savory wine into his heart, and with a force of his hand, she fell into his arms.

"Okay, the posture is correct this time."

In the early days of their relationship, she was not used to this kind of intimacy, her face flushed instantly, and she twisted: "It's not good for people to see."

He felt that her face was like a ripe peach. The more he looked at her, the more cute he became. He held her cheek and nibbled it down. He sucked it like a juice for a while before letting go of her and said, "Who will be in the future? If you don't follow the rules, you will punish the guy in this way. You provoke me today, so I will kiss you. Next time I provoke you, just come back with a kiss."

She was angry and funny, and nodded, "Jiang Chengyi, why didn't I find you so rascal before."

The feeling on the back became clearer and clearer. Lu Yan's voice was soft and nasty: "Jiang Chengyi, I slept all night, it's time to get up to go to the toilet."

He closed his eyes and looked back.

She made an "ouch" and wanted to jump away.

But before she ran away, he was dragged onto the bed and pressed under him.

"What are you up to in the morning?" He pretended to be angry.

She took advantage of the situation and put her arms around his bare shoulders: "It's ten o'clock, how early? If you don't get up, the sun will go down."

Suddenly feeling something between them, he couldn't help but touch down with a smile, and then pretended to be surprised: "Hey! It got up earlier than you."

"Oh." He let her hold it and looked down at her, "So you know it's getting up, it's so uncomfortable, can you help it?"

She didn't speak, but her eyes were watery. She held his cheek and kissed him down his neck. The hints in her actions were already very obvious.

With a move in his heart, he looked down, and with joy, his face was still deliberately sullen: "Liar."

"fraud?"

"You told me last night that you couldn't."

"It didn't work last night." She laughed, "but now it works."

"So you quarreled with me just to tell me this?"

Must be.

Она хотела это отрицать, но он не дал ей другого шанса.

Последние несколько дней он задыхался и не хотел больше терять времени.

После короткой прелюдии она тут же была готова.

Видя, что он собирается перейти прямо к делу, он вдруг что-то вспомнил, перевернулся с нее на бок, открыл тумбочку и что-то достал.

Она удивилась: «Когда ты купил эту вещь?»

«Вчера вечером, в магазине», — он схватил её за руку и помог надеть его.

«Ты действительно хочешь детей?» — надула губки она.

«Да», — он был слегка озадачен, — «но в этом году всё в порядке».

"почему?"

Он шагнул вперёд, чтобы послать его вперёд, и, произнося её тихим голосом, с обжигающим дыханием, начал усердно работать: «Разве это не очевидно, Лу Янь, можешь ли ты сделать так, чтобы я чувствовал себя комфортно год или два? Годов у нас может быть столько, сколько мы захотим».

Это более или менее.

К тому времени, как они вышли из главной спальни, было уже почти двенадцать часов, и повсюду в комнате, на полу в ванной и на раковине были пятна от воды.

Как только Цзян Чэнъи вышел, ему позвонила мать.

Она была очень взволнована: «Чэн И, как дела, ты уже выбрал место для медового месяца?»