If You Are The One

The moment he heard Tan Yonghui's voice, Chen Hejia subconsciously wanted to hang up the phone.

But Tan Yonghui seemed to know his reaction, and hurriedly shouted on the other end of the phone: "Don't hang up, don't hang up!"

Chen Hejia paused when he was about to hang up the phone, his Adam's apple rolled, and then put the phone to his ear, reminding him in a cold tone: "Mr. Tan, it is 12:30 in the morning."

Tan Yonghui sat in front of the desk in the police station, like a good student. He glanced at the clock on the wall, and showed a begging expression—even his tone became humble.

"I'm locked up in the prison now, can you come and pick me up?"

Chen Hejia's fingers gripped the book tightly, and his brows moved accordingly, almost reflexively, he wanted to ask him what's wrong and what happened, but he held back after all.

"I'm busy."

"Herga..."

Tan Yonghui grabbed the phone, his voice was soft and aggrieved, "He Jia, I'm in so much pain, I got into a fight with someone today, and I've got injuries all over my body. If you don't come, I'm going to be in pain on the concrete floor all night."

"you--"

No matter how calm Chen Hejia was, he couldn't hold back. He was already in his thirties, and still fighting?Did he think he was a teenage brat?He was so angry that he didn't know what expression to put on, and Tan Yonghui was still talking over there.

"You also know my dad, I can't call him, no one can care about me except you, Hejia..."

Chen Hejia pursed her lips tightly.

Tan Yonghui really has too many tricks, he can't let himself fall into his trap again, what's more, Tan Yonghui has as many friends as a cow, even if there is no him, there are many people who are willing to fish him out.

Between him and him, from the time when the face was torn apart, it was destined that there should be no more ties.

The paper under his hands was crumpled by his fingers, but Chen Hejia didn't know it. After thinking for a while, he said coldly: "You can solve it yourself."

After finishing speaking, afraid that he would say something else that he would regret in the next second, Chen Hejia quickly hung up the phone.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

A busy tone suddenly came from the phone, and Tan Yonghui, sitting at the table, froze his hand holding the microphone.

The police officer on the side yawned and reminded him: "Have you finished calling?"

Tan Yonghui gradually showed a depressed expression, and his straight back slowly bent, "Not yet."

After speaking, he let out a long sigh, stretched his fingers, and continued to make calls, but this time, there was a notification sound of shutting down the phone.

Tan Yonghui: "..."

In the next second, he couldn't help but drop the phone.

2 points in the early hours.

Chen Hejia lost sleep in the big soft bed with his eyes open.

This is not the first time, in fact, he has been plagued by this symptom recently, and he can only squint for a while until early in the morning when he is really sleepy.

He couldn't explain the reason for his insomnia, so he attributed it to the fact that the new home was too big and the new bed was not used to sleeping. Every night, he relied on reading books and drinking milk to lull himself to sleep, but tonight, lying in bed tossing and turning for more than an hour, he was convinced : I have no sleepiness.

After turning on the light, Chen Hejia sat up, and stayed there for a while, before getting out of bed and going out to drink water.

He was barefoot, and the tile floor in the kitchen was a bit cold. He couldn't help shrinking his toes, but somehow he recalled Tan Yonghui's saying that the concrete floor of the police station was very cold.

Coupled with his tone at the time, Chen Hejia could even imagine Tan Yonghui's expression at that time.

In fact, Tan Yonghui seldom shows weakness to him. A young master who speaks out with a golden spoon in his mouth, such an arrogant and domineering person, all he sees is his strong and domineering side, a predator who suddenly becomes Became a poor cat—a cat?Chen Hejia was amused by his own thought, could Tan Yonghui be a cat?

He put down the water glass, turned and went back to the bedroom, the black mobile phone was lying quietly on the bed, Chen Hejia stood in front of the bed and fixed it for a few seconds.

- I just can't sleep, so find something to do.

Chen Hejia thought so, and picked up the phone.

2:30 am.

A black BMW was speeding down the road, its bright headlights cutting through the night, and it was heading towards the police station.

There were few cars at night, and it didn't take much time. Chen Hejia quickly opened the glass door of the police station.

"Sir?"

The police officer on duty was drowsy. Seeing a handsome man come in, he stood up and said, "Are you Mr. Tan's family?"

Chen Hejia nodded, "Sorry, I'm a little late."

"Sigh." The police officer sighed, "This Mr. Tan has a very violent temper. He was the chief culprit who picked quarrels and made troubles. After he came, he dropped our phone. Thankfully it didn't break..."

Chen Hejia had no choice but to smile apologetically: "I really trouble you."

The policeman waved his hand, "It's all right."

As he said that, he took Chen Hejia inside.

When I saw Tan Yonghui, he was sleeping curled up on the floor, his suit was smacked badly, his face was blue and red due to the fight, and his hair, which had always been carefully groomed, was also in a mess chicken coop.

Standing outside the door, Chen Hejia was stunned after seeing it.

At first, he thought that this call was another trick by Tan Yonghui to trick him. After all, it was Tan Yonghui, who would dare to fight with him?Even if there was a fight, with Tan Yonghui's skills, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage, and he would end up sleeping in the detention center of the police station.

But in the middle of the night, when he called back the previous call, he found that it was someone from the police station who answered, and Tan Yonghui hadn't been released on bail, so he rushed over without stopping.

But even so, before he came here, he never thought that the person who was deliberately annoying him in the jewelry store in the afternoon would turn out to be like this now.

He is really capable, huh?

Chen Hejia didn't know what expression to put on, the police officer over there was already calling him: "Tan Yonghui, someone from Tan Yonghui is here to pick you up."

Tan Yonghui moved on the ground, as if awakened by the sound, he first frowned impatiently, then grabbed a handful of hair, and half-opened his eyes.

Judging by this state of mind, he probably fell asleep and thought he was at home.

Chen Hejia didn't speak, and looked at him with eyelashes lowered slightly, his pair of peach blossom eyes were indescribably beautiful.

When Tan Yonghui saw him, he first called out in doubt: "Hejia?" Then he became fully awake and immediately got up from the ground, talking while not forgetting to tidy up his image—grabbing his hair and arranging his clothes and so on.

"How did you come?"

Chen Hejia looked at him like this, expressionless: "Let's go."

Tan Yonghui opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to say something, but he glanced at the police officer aside and closed it again.

So the two paid the deposit and signed the signature without saying a word, and left the police station at 3 o'clock in the morning.

Tan Yonghui was fighting and sleeping on the floor, his body was so sore at the moment, after breathing the fresh air outside, he finally felt a little more comfortable.

It would be great if Hejia could walk more slowly...

"Hirgar, Higger?"

Chen Hejia walked quickly, and when he heard Tan Yonghui's voice behind him, he paused for a few seconds, but turned his head back. Tan Yonghui was limping, and when he saw him turning back, he grinned: "My leg hurts."

Are you still laughing when your leg hurts?

Chen Hejia couldn't help turning his head away, but Tan Yonghui's smile was so silly that he couldn't help but smile briefly, and quickly stopped it.

Deserve it.

Chen Hejia slandered inwardly, but still walked over to support him resignedly, and said in a low voice, "The car is parked in front, not far away."

As soon as Chen Hejia held his arm, Tan Yonghui felt as if his body had been electrified.

The last time I had close contact with this person seemed to have passed for a long, long time. Tan Yonghui couldn't remember how long he hadn't met him so closely, so he made it worse by using the excuse of his leg pain, leaning against him .

good smell.

He only needs to turn his head slightly, and he can smell the bath fragrance from Chen Hejia's neck, which makes the delicate neck protruding from the collar of his shirt emit a seductive sweet smell. He couldn't help leaning over, but Chen Hejia was immediately sensitive Shrinking his neck, he pushed him away.

Tan Yonghui's whole body was centered on Chen Hejia. Being pushed like this, he staggered and fell to the ground.

"Hey, it hurts! It hurts..."

Chen Hejia wanted to pull him subconsciously, but held back again, with a cold face: "Don't move."

"Okay, I'm not moving, I'm not moving."

Tan Yonghui raised his hands, making a gesture of surrender, showing a pitiful expression, "But He Jia, it really hurt just now."

Chen Hejia turned his head aside, stood a few steps where he was, and reached out to him, "Get up."

This time Tan Yonghui was honest, he walked in a regular manner after standing up, but occasionally he couldn't help touching his butt that had just fallen heavily: old injuries plus new ones, he really couldn't take it anymore.

The car was not far away, and the two of them got into the car very quickly. Chen Hejia didn't speak, so Tan Yonghui kept looking for topics, groping here and there in the car. In the past, Chen Hejia took his car, and he didn't take Chen Hejia's car many times. After a while, I asked all the odds and ends in the car one by one.

Until Tan Yonghui asked: "Hey, this pillow is very cute, where did you buy it? Next time I will buy one too."

Chen Hejia glanced at it, and replied indifferently: "It was bought by Yueyue and put in the car."

Only then did Tan Yonghui show an expression as if he had eaten shit, and he stopped.

Chen Hejia originally intended to send Tan Yonghui back to his own residence, but he didn't expect Tan Yonghui to evade and say that all his keys were in the car, and his car was still parked outside the bar, and he couldn't enter the house at all.

Ask him to tell the name of the bar to pick up the car, but Tan Yonghui shut his mouth tightly and refused to say.

In desperation, Chen Hejia had no choice but to drive Tan Yonghui to his new home, turn off the engine, get out of the car, and the first thing after entering the door, Chen Hejia first found a set of pajamas for Tan Yonghui, which was quite roomy.

"My clothes may not fit your size, just make do with it."

Chen Hejia looked at Tan Yonghui's slovenly appearance, thinking that he himself was extremely uncomfortable, so he pointed to the bathroom door and asked him to clean it by himself.

Tan Yonghui didn't say much, he took his clothes and went in, but when he came out, he didn't put on any clothes, he wrapped the towel around his body and came out.

He came out and looked around, but he didn't see Chen Hejia, so he searched everywhere, and finally found him in front of a locker. At that time, Chen Hejia was standing there studying the things in a certain box. Tan Yonghui was rubbing his hair, silently. He walked over silently, using his tall figure to completely hug him in front of him.

"What are you doing, hmm?"

The author has something to say: Tan Yonghui: I fell down, and I needed He Jia’s kiss to stand up

Chen Hejia: Then you stay on the ground, I will accompany Yueyue to watch a movie