Restricted Area - Chapter 47

The oats were dumped into the milk, making the milky white liquid uneasy.

Strawberry jam was added enthusiastically, unable to blend with oat milk, but it dyed the milk pink.

The reddish milk was predominantly invaded by oats until it was completely contaminated with the smell of oats.

Jiang Chijing lay on Zheng Mingyi’s chest and breathed smoothly. It has been a long time since the summit, but the two of them were still breathing hard, as if everything crazy just now exhausted all their strength.

“Tired?” Zheng Mingyi stroked Jiang Chijing’s back, with fine beads of sweat oozing on it, and it felt hot and sticky to the touch.

Jiang Chijing let out a lazily “um”, really lacking the strength to speak.

Two months ago, Jiang Chijing never imagined that the waste in his mind could become a reality. The man who could only look far away and not playful was even crazier than him, cultivating every corner of his body fiercely. .

Perhaps because both of them were suffocated, the living room was made a mess by the two crazy people.

The tie has long lost its original shape and turned into a broken rope. The “Basics of Go” on the coffee table was squeezed out of chaotic folds. It was only because Teacher Zheng insisted to force Officer Jiang to read to him, but couldn’t read it. One page, Jiang Chijing couldn’t hold on, and leaned on the coffee table feebly.

The sound of the air conditioner gradually overwhelmed the exhalations of the two of them. Jiang Chijing finally slowed down, enduring the soreness of his jaw and said, “Are you hungry?”

Before he had boasted in Haikou, he wanted to behave with relish, but he was too strenuous to achieve this standard. After the handcuffs and truncheons, Teacher Zheng was once again dissatisfied, and after making up for it in other ways, he barely let him go.

Time was approaching noon, and after tossing for most of the morning, Jiang Chijing was already hungry and hungry. After he asked Zheng Mingyi if he was hungry, Zheng Mingyi stopped stroking his back and asked, “Do you have any food at home?”

Jiang Chijing gets off work early and often cooks at home, but today he really doesn’t want to be so troublesome, so he said listlessly: “There are quick-frozen steaks in the refrigerator.”

“I’ll do it for you.” Zheng Mingyi got up from the sofa and walked barefoot towards the kitchen.

Jiang Chijing sat up straight, buried his head, and tore off the medical gauze wrapped underneath, and said, “The steak is on the second floor of the freezer.”

“Okay.” Zheng Mingyi opened the refrigerator, “Where is the apron?”

“In…” Jiang Chijing’s heart moved and looked at Zheng Mingyi’s back. He didn’t pick up the clothes on the floor and put them on. He stared at Zheng Mingyi intently and continued, “It’s next to the refrigerator. In the drawer.”

Zheng Mingyi took out two steaks and thaw them in the microwave, then took out the apron from the drawer and put them on.

He turned his back to Jiang Chijing from time to time, showing his looming side from time to time. That alone was already too glamorous, but he also wore an electronic shackle on his ankle, which gave people a little more shock.

In the past, Zheng Mingyi would still wear pants while cooking steak at home, but after arriving at Jiang Chijing’s house, he completely let go of himself, just like inviting Jiang Chijing to take a peek.

“How familiar are you?” Zheng Mingyi asked with his back to Jiang Chijing.

“Two points.” Jiang Chijing’s gaze stayed on the upright peach, and only the number two remained in his mind, because the peach was two petals.

“Two points?” Zheng Mingyi turned around in surprise.

“Seven points.” Jiang Chijing changed his words in time, “Do you want me to help?”

“No.” Zheng Mingyi turned his head again, the way he concentrated on frying the steak was more attractive than the smell of the steak.

There is no difficulty in frying quick-frozen steak, and indeed no help is needed. Jiang Chijing just wanted to find an excuse to go to the kitchen. Since Zheng Mingyi said no, then he quietly passed by.

He came barefoot behind Zheng Mingyi, wrapped his waist from behind, put his chin on his shoulder, and said, “I’m so hungry.”

Zheng Mingyi turned his face slightly, looked at Jiang Chijing and asked, “I didn’t feed you enough?”

Jiang Chijing was messing up with his hand, biting Zheng Mingyi’s earlobe, and whispered: “It’s not even close.”

Zheng Mingyi retracted his gaze and continued to fiddle with the steak in the pot: “It’s still early, and it will continue in the afternoon.”

At present, it is still important to eat. Jiang Chijing retracted his hand and took the plate and knife and fork out of the cupboard.

The two had lunch quietly, and in the end Zheng Mingyi took the initiative to wash the dishes. Jiang Chijing was sitting on the sofa with a mobile phone. He looked serious on the surface, but he retrieved various difficult postures in his hands.

“I don’t have your contact information yet.”

After putting away the tableware, Zheng Mingyi picked up the suit and trousers on the floor, took out the phone from the inside, and sat down beside Jiang Chijing.

Jiang Chijing leaned on Zheng Mingyi’s shoulder, still staring at the phone screen, and stretched out his hand towards Zheng Mingyi: “Give me the phone.”

Zheng Mingyi’s mobile phone is an old smart phone with few applications downloaded, and the voice software is placed in the most conspicuous position.

Jiang Chijing created a new contact, pressed the dial button, waited for his mobile phone to ring, then hung up and handed it to Zheng Mingyi.

A string of unfamiliar numbers appeared on the screen of the phone, and there were five ones among the eleven digits. Jiang Chijing slowly created a new contact. At this moment, Zheng Mingyi, who was just listening, suddenly called “wife” to his mobile phone.

Jiang Chijing sat up straight inexplicably, looked at Zheng Mingyi’s mobile phone and asked, “Who is your wife?”

“You.” Zheng Mingyi focused on operating the phone. Jiang Chijing took a look. Originally, the remark he had given himself was “Jiang Chijing”, but now Zheng Mingyi changed it to using the voice input method. “Wife”, followed by a small icon of a police car.

“Who is your wife.” Jiang Chijing frowned, trying to grab Zheng Mingyi’s phone.

But Zheng Mingyi not only didn’t let him succeed, he also held him in his arms, pointed at his mobile phone with his chin and said, “Change me to a husband.”

“No change.” Jiang Chijing resisted. For him, this name is too nauseating.

“No change?” Zheng Mingyi raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction. “Who just couldn’t stand it and kept calling me “husband”?”

It was a special situation just now, Jiang Chijing felt that he was dying, what else could he not call out? Besides, the bed matter is the bed matter, what kind of husband, he can say more nasty things.

“Don’t bring the things on the bed to the bed.” Jiang Chijing said with a sharp glance.

“Don’t change it?” Zheng Mingyi turned over and pressed Jiang Chijing under him, “you should be cleaned up by someone like you.”

Both of them were covered with slimy sweat. If they changed to normal times, Jiang Chijing would have gone to the bathroom to take a shower. But he likes to sweat while doing sports with Zheng Mingyi, and prefers to see Zheng Mingyi sweating on him.

Obviously the room was cool enough, but the place where the two of them touched their skin was hot. Zheng Mingyi supported Jiang Chijing’s buttocks, picked him up, and gestured the direction of the stairs with his eyes and said, “Go upstairs?”

The map on the first floor has been almost developed, and it’s time to go to the new map. The big bed on the second floor is still beside the window. If Zheng Mingyi finds it, it may expose Jiang Chijing’s voyeuristic facts.

Jiang Chijing hesitated for a moment in his heart, not wanting to stop and move the bed upstairs at this time, and simply said, “Go.”

Normal people do not put a 1.8-meter bed by the window, but this does not mean that everyone must act according to the logic of the public.

When Zheng Mingyi opened the bedroom door, Jiang Chijing had already prepared a reason: “I like to sleep against the wall.”

This was a bit abrupt, and even Jiang Chijing himself felt that there was no silver three hundred taels here, because Zheng Mingyi might not be able to find that there was a problem with the placement of his big bed.

“Lean against the wall?” Zheng Mingyi glanced at the layout of the bedroom, and his eyes immediately showed a clear playfulness. He threw Jiang Chijing on the bed, then climbed to the window and observed his small bungalow with interest.

The beautiful little bungalow turned into a ruined house with black ink. From the bedroom of Jiang Chijing’s house, you can vaguely see the burnt wardrobe and sandbags.

Jiang Chijing is inevitably a little nervous, afraid that Zheng Mingyi’s high IQ will see some clues. He crawls to Zheng Mingyi’s side, breaks his face, and wants to draw his attention away with a kiss. But Zheng Mingyi didn’t let Jiang Chijing succeed. He quickly looked to the other side and asked Jiang Chijing, “That night, you were here to throw perfume into my bedroom?”

Although this was something the two of them had tacitly agreed, Jiang Chijing instinctively wanted to conceal it, and instead of answering positively, he asked, “How can you be sure that it was not someone passing by who kindly reminded you?”

“Because the perfume hit my closet.” Zheng Mingyi looked at Jiang Chijing and said, “If someone throws something downstairs into my bedroom, that thing can’t hit my closet directly.”

Jiang Chijing understands the layout of Zheng Mingyi’s bedroom. The closet is on the wall where you enter the door, facing the window. Only in the position of his bedroom, the perfume can hit Zheng Mingyi’s closet in a straight line.

Jiang Chijing couldn’t hide it any more, and pretended to chat with Zheng Mingyi nonchalantly, “I just saw someone sneaking around your house that night.”

“Exactly?” Zheng Mingyi said, “If I remember correctly, it was already a little over midnight at the time.”

Jiang Chijing was used to peeking at Zheng Mingyi’s house before going to bed, but he obviously couldn’t say this. He immediately recalled the situation that night, and temporarily heaved a sigh of relief: “My watch broke that day, and it was repaired until midnight, just to hear a strange movement on the other side.”

In fact, the man in black basically didn’t make any noise, and thanks to Jiang Chijing’s watch that night was broken, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to remind Zheng Mingyi so coincidentally.

“Is that so?” Zheng Mingyi nodded thoughtfully, anyway he was willing to leave the window and turned his attention back to Jiang Chijing.

It seems to be fooled.

Jiang Chijing completely relaxed and pressed Zheng Mingyi back to the bed, but at this moment, Zheng Mingyi suddenly turned over, pressed him under him, and looked at him jokingly and said: “Officer Jiang, you are peeping. Did I touch myself when I was?”

Jiang Chijing stunned unpreparedly, only to hear Zheng Mingyi say again: “Is it just lying on the edge of this window, holding a telescope in one hand and doing bad things with the other? Huh?”

“You, what are you talking about?” Jiang Chijing said in a panic, “I haven’t spied on you.”

“Do you really think I don’t know?” Zheng Mingyi smiled.

Jiang Chijing’s brain suddenly became a mess, it felt like countless yellow wastes buried in the ground were excavated by a large excavator and placed in front of Zheng Mingyi for his appreciation.

“I didn’t…” Jiang Chijing’s cheeks blushed and he stubbornly denied.

“Haven’t you peeped on my boxing?” Zheng Mingyi asked.

Jiang Chijing gritted his teeth and dared not look directly into Zheng Mingyi’s eyes.

“Or did you peep me wearing an apron?” Zheng Mingyi asked again.

Jiang Chijing swallowed, and has lost the strength to refute.

“Do you really think I’m an exhibitionist?” Zheng Mingyi smiled and bit Jiang Chijing’s lips. “It’s all for you, Officer Jiang.”

Jiang Chijing’s head was so dizzy, he couldn’t figure out how he would be exposed, and only then did he realize that Zheng Mingyi had taken off his underwear in various senses.