Xiao Zuojing became popular after falling in love with her ex

Brother-in-law

Jian Feng's injury was suffered the day he had dinner with Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou. The injury was not serious, but it really hurt.

When the younger brothers were around, Jian Feng could still talk and laugh with his brother's airs, reassuring them.

But as soon as he was alone with Jiao Qiu, he began to be "weak".

"Baby, my hands hurt so much, and my neck hurts too." Jian Feng looked sideways at Jiao Qiu in the driver's seat.

They had just bandaged their wounds at the hospital and were about to go home.

This time, Jiao Qiu was having dinner with his colleagues here, but he didn't expect to receive news from the anti-drug team that there was a drug deal in this hotel. They rushed over and were a bit late, so they asked Jiao Qiu and the others to help control the situation first. .

They came over immediately, and the comrades from the anti-drug team came quickly, but they didn't expect such an accident as Jian Feng.

Jiao Qiu got angry when he heard his misfortune, frowned and said: "You deserve it, I made you talk too much."

If it wasn't for Jian Feng's intentional nonsense to provoke the kidnappers, he might not have been injured.

But looking at it from another angle, Jian Feng did buy them more time, and the out-of-control gangsters were more likely to expose their flaws than usual.

It's just that Jiao Qiu would be very upset that an ordinary person was injured because of this, even if the injured person was not Jian Feng.

Jian Feng sighed, and said intentionally: "Oh, I am a domineering president, and no one feels sorry for me after suffering such a serious injury. Especially my boyfriend, who not only doesn't feel sorry for me, but even scolds me, I am too miserable."

Jiao Qiu: "...shut up, be careful that I will die in love with you."

Jian Feng laughed out loud, then "hissed".

"Does your neck hurt?" Jiao Qiu frowned and said, "Stop talking nonsense, and the patient can just shut up and rest."

Jian Feng pursed his lips and did not speak again.

Arriving at Jian Feng's house without a word, Jiao Qiu took the initiative to cook instant noodles for him.

Jian Feng laughed and said, "I'm a patient, so you give me this?"

"I don't know how to do anything else. It's better to eat instant noodles than to order takeaway."

Jiao Qiu also served a bowl of noodles himself, and after sitting down, he took a sip and said, "Do you like it or not, anyway, nothing happened to me eating instant noodles when I was injured."

"Tsk, I have been spoiled by you these three years." Jian Feng said, but sat down honestly, and said, "Come, feed me."

Jiao Qiu looked up at him and said, "You hurt your left hand."

Jian Feng said, "That's right, am I not left-handed?"

He is directly Schrödinger's left-hander, who is usually right-handed, but now he is left-handed when he is injured.

"..Are you learning from your brother how to be a little master?" Jiao Qiu hit him seriously: "I advise you to stop thinking early, your brother is cute, and your brother-in-law is doting on you."

"And you, not only are you not cute, but you don't even have a boyfriend who spoils you."

"I also have a boyfriend, why can't I be pampered?"

"Your brother is a shou, are you?"

".."

Okay, Officer Jiao of his family is still thinking about counterattacking. It has been three years, and this idea seems to have never stopped.

Of course, they haven't been real swords and guns for long, only half a year, but Jiao Qiu will think of this idea a little every time, as if he's used to it.

But every time he just resisted symbolically, and then he would be suppressed by Jian Feng three times, and then Jiao Qiu obediently let him do it.

In fact, Jiao Qiu might have been like that at the beginning, and couldn't accept his own suffering for a while.

But now he is actually talking about it at most, and his body is still very honest, otherwise Jian Feng would not say that Jiao Qiu used him as a massage stick.

Jian Feng sighed and picked up the chopsticks to eat the noodles, complaining, but the food tasted better than anyone else.

Jiao Qiu raised his eyes to look at him, and said with a smile: "Okay, you, I specially picked out non-spicy instant noodles, and I added beaten eggs and ham for you, you can be satisfied."

Jian Feng also laughed, and said, "Seriously baby, when are you going to catch me?"

Jiao Qiu paused, and then said relaxedly: "Isn't this good now? You are free and I am free. If you want to find someone else in the future, you can find someone else. I have no right to interfere with you."

"Tsk, this side suddenly doesn't taste good." Jian Feng sighed.

Jiao Qiu laughed and said, "But if you don't want to find someone else, I won't either."

His tone was very relaxed, as if he said it casually, but Jian Feng knew that what he said was serious.

Jian Feng knows that Jiao Qiu also likes him, but for some reason, the other party has been unwilling to be too tightly bound with him, and every time he talks about this kind of topic, it often ends without a problem.

"I'll be 31 after the Chinese New Year." Jian Feng said softly, "My younger brother will get married next year. I can't wait until my younger sister gets married too. Am I still unmarried?"

"You still have this burden?" Jiao Qiu started to change the subject again.

Jian Feng had no choice but to say, "Okay, let's stop talking."

He bowed his head to eat the noodles, and Jiao Qiu looked at him.

How could she not want to be with Jian Feng?Jiao Qiu looked at the gauze on Jian Feng's neck, the light in his eyes dimmed a lot.

"Tell me how to spend the Qixi Festival next year." Jian Feng said suddenly.

Jiao Qiu was startled, then laughed out loud: "You are sick, you haven't passed any years this year."

"What you owe me, you must make it up to me next year."

On Qixi Festival this year, they had made an appointment to stay at home for a day to enjoy the festival, but Jiao Qiu encountered a case again, so he had no choice but to release Jian Feng's pigeons.

Later, it was Jiao Qiu who was changed all night by him, and then he smoothed out the irritable CEO.

But Jian Feng has been thinking about it all the time, and now he has directly made an appointment for next year.

Jiao Qiu nodded: "Okay, next year as long as human life is not a matter of fate, I will definitely be with you all day."

"It's almost there."

Therefore, sometimes this kind of "promise" really cannot be made casually, because there will often be some force majeure accidents at such times, and it is a mouthful of poisonous milk if it is true.

Just like this time, the Qixi Festival, which has been waiting for more than half a year, finally arrived.

Jian Feng started preparations a few days in advance. It just so happened that he had just attended the wedding of Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou. The atmosphere at the scene made him want to settle down even more, and he also got a lot of inspiration from the wedding.

So he decorated the house himself, with roses, balloons, candles, red wine...everything.

Although they are basically living together, Jiao Qiu will still live in his own home when he is busy because the house provided by the unit is closer to the unit.

In the past few days, for the Qixi Festival holiday, he has dealt with all the cases in his hand in advance, and also summed up a lot of tasks. After several days, he has been living in his own house.

This also gave Jian Feng the opportunity to decorate his home.

In fact, if it wasn't for Jiao Qiu's inability to go out of the province and abroad at will, Jian Feng could actually give him a better experience.

Both of them have been busy for several days, and finally they are looking forward to the Qixi Festival.

The day before Qixi Festival, Jian Feng and Jiao Qiu made an appointment to see each other in the evening, and they would celebrate Qixi Festival together.

They will have dinner together tonight, and then they will have a day off on Qixi Festival tomorrow.

In the morning, Jiao Qiu promised well, and Jian Feng went back to the company to go through the progress of several projects at hand, and everything was ready.

He pinched the time in a good mood, and only waited for the time to come to pick up Jiao Qiu from get off work.

But in the afternoon, Jian Feng suddenly couldn't get in touch with Jiao Qiu, he didn't reply to his wechat messages, and he didn't answer his phone calls.

Jian Feng was afraid that he had a task or was in a meeting, so he only dared to call once, and he didn't dare to call too many.

But for some reason, he suddenly panicked.

He checked the time, it was past four in the afternoon.

It was almost time, so he went downstairs and left to pick him up at the police station.

In order to relieve the tension, he turned on the radio casually.

"A huge explosion occurred in a factory in the southern suburbs of Beijing. The number of casualties has not yet been fully counted. The cause of the accident is under investigation. However, according to reliable sources, a group of internationally wanted fraud gangs have fled here..."

Jian Feng's frown became tighter and tighter, and his heart was hanging high.

When he arrived at the police station, it was almost time to get off work, but he waited outside for more than ten minutes, but he didn't see any policemen coming out.

In the past at this time, even if Jiao Qiu and the others were busy, comrades from other departments would get off work first.

But today there is no one.

Jian Feng became even more anxious. He frowned, and after waiting for less than 2 minutes, he got off the car and walked into the police station.

He has been here for the past two years, everyone knows that he has a good relationship with Jiao Qiu, and everyone knows him.

When seeing him, some colleagues would take the initiative to greet him, but today everyone was uncharacteristically, and no one dared to look at him.

Jian Feng noticed sensitively that the comrades who were closest to Jiao Qiu's criminal investigation were not there either.

He immediately grabbed a familiar portrait artist and asked, "Where's Jiao Qiu?"

After speaking, he realized that his voice was so deep and hoarse.

The portrait artist hesitated to speak, and finally said: "Brother Feng, it's not that we don't want to talk about it, but we can't talk about it. We must keep it secret. Why don't you go to Director Liu."

Before he finished speaking, Jian Feng already went to the director's office with a sullen face.

Everyone looked at his back, and finally realized belatedly that this is Jian Feng from the Jian family.

Bureau Liu was on the phone in the office, furious.

He didn't even hear Jian Feng knocking on the door, and it was the first time that Jian Feng opened the door so unreasonably and walked in.

Director Liu paused when he saw him, and then said to the other end of the phone, "Let's talk about other situations, but how this matter was leaked, you must find out now" and then hung up.

"Boss Jian, you're here." Director Liu took a breath and said, "You want to ask Jiao Qiu, right?"

Jian Feng nodded: "What happened to him?"

Director Liu sighed deeply, as if he had aged a few years in an instant, and said in a hoarse voice, "He is in Beijing No. [-] Hospital, and his condition is not very good. You should go and have a look."

Jian Feng's heart sank heavily, but he nodded calmly on his face, then turned and left.

Jian Feng didn't even know how he came to the hospital. With his ID card, he walked all the way to the door of the emergency operating room on the first floor.

The few police officers who had a good relationship with Jiao Qiu were all there, none of them said a word, each of them was wounded to some extent, and most of them were silently wiping their tears.

After seeing him coming, Xiao Yang's tears fell instantly.

He quickly wiped away his tears, and then whispered: "Brother Feng, Captain Jiao...he was injured."

Jian Feng stared at the door of the emergency room for two seconds, then picked up the phone and played a call.

"Uncle, a friend of mine was injured by the bombing, and he is in the emergency room now, can you come to Beijing? Or do you know anyone in Beijing..."

"Xiao Chen, find out what happened to this explosion. The more details the better. If they are wanted criminals, then how did they come to Beijing, and I will find out the people behind them."

"Contact an institution that is proficient in the treatment of burns and blast injuries, and then contact a hospital that has a type A blood bank, and make preparations first..."

Jian Feng broadcast several phone calls one after another, calm and decisive, making the nervous people gradually seem to have a backbone.

After making the phone call, he glanced at the door of the operating room again, and then said to Xiao Yang and the others, "I'll help him with the hospitalization."

It stands to reason that for such work-related injuries, the hospital will directly provide inpatient wards, but rarely VIP rooms.

Jian Feng directly arranged for him in advance, even preparing for a series of possible follow-up things.

When everyone was nervous about whether Jiao Qiu would be alive, Jian Feng never thought that he would not be able to come out, but immediately prepared the things he needed after the operation.

After preparing these, Jian Feng returned to the door of the operating room.

Then he stood there like a statue, upright until the sun went down, until the moment when the door of the operating room finally opened.

The author says:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!