The nights in summer were always too short, and sleepy people would always feel that they didn't have enough sleep.
As soon as he closed his eyes, the sky would be bright in the blink of an eye.
Jiaming didn't feel that way.
When he was an assassin, there were times when he slept during the day and night, but when there was no mission, it was naturally better to sleep on time.
4: 30 AM.
He opened his eyes, and light faintly penetrated through the window.
Jiaming carefully wriggled his body and slid out of the bed like a snake. He tucked Lingjing and Shasha in the corner of the bed, then turned and walked out of the bedroom.
The kitchen was still a little dark, but it didn't cause any trouble for Jiaming.
He easily found some leftover vegetables from yesterday, took out the meat from the fridge, and cut it up with a knife and put it aside.
He washed the rice, made a fire, and put in the meat and vegetables.
The fragrance gently floated out.
Jiaming looked at his watch. It was five o 'clock sharp.
Jiaming tiptoed, picked up the towel, and went out the door.
In fact, for an assassin at Jiaming's level, he didn't need to specifically train his body. Every move he made on a daily basis would naturally temper his body.
However, because he had an appointment with someone, it wasn't a bad idea to run.
Draping the towel over his shoulder, Jiaming looked up. The morning fog was dense, and the breakfast stalls had already set up their tables. The people who got up early to go to work were riding their bikes through the streets.
Jiaming smiled and greeted a few old men who were exercising in the morning, then he started running.
The buildings on the side of the road receded in his vision, accompanied by a faint smell of oil and smoke. He heard the sound of birds chirping in his ears, and the cool morning breeze brushed against his face. He saw the black brick walls of the old house on the corner of the street, and the green pines and cypresses.
There was a faint feeling of relaxation.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Xuan turned a corner and heard the footsteps of a person beside him.
Half a step behind, quietly following. Jiaming didn't speak, and he didn't even look back.
This was the tacit understanding between the two.
A few years ago, Kaoru Tsukiike beat up his fiancé in public and ran to China. Naturally, the engagement was not settled. Fortunately, that man had to appease his girlfriend and arrange his own marriage. He really did not have time to come to China to find Jiaming and question him. Not only did he steal his beautiful fiancé, he even instigated the man to beat him up before he left.
After running for half a block, the two of them stopped at the city center square. Jiaming walked over to the vending machine and bought two cans of drinks, handing them to the porcelain doll-like girl.
The two of them sat quietly on the bench beside the square and opened the jar to drink.
"I'm pregnant."
Normally, the two of them would sit quietly for a while before parting ways.
But today, the girl didn't play her cards as usual.
Jia Ming spurted out his saliva.
"Ahem …" Jiaming looked up awkwardly and asked, "When?"
The girl pursed her lips and lowered her head.
This was one of the ways the girl expressed her dissatisfaction.
Gu Jiaming, a good man who didn't even know that he had caused someone's death, was really embarrassed.
"Ahem …"
The girl looked up, "Should I abort it?"
There was no expression on her delicate face, as if what she was saying was as simple as changing clothes.
But Jiaming could clearly see in her eyes that there was some expectation and some confusion.
Jiaming suddenly reached out and pulled the girl into his arms, "Move in with us. Lingjing and the others have more experience with giving birth …"
"Okay." A faint joy jumped in her chest, a feeling of happiness.
Thank you, my teacher.
*****
Six o 'clock sharp.
In the early morning, there were more and more people in the square. There were also cars passing by on the road beside the square. The noise was really not suitable for romance.
"Let's go." Jiaming pulled the girl up and held her hand like this, never letting go.
The girl's face was faintly red, adding a bit of charm to her innocent face.
"Gu Jiaming?"
Hearing someone call his name, Jiaming turned around and saw a familiar face.
"Good morning, Officer Mu!" He smiled and greeted her. The beauty in front of him had lived under the same roof as Jiaming for half a year.
Although Jiaming's mind wasn't clear at the time, now that he thought about it, he felt a bit nostalgic.
Mu Qingqing was dressed in a capable police uniform, and the police rank on her shoulder was Lieutenant.
"You guys?"
Seeing the girl beside Jiaming, Mu Qingqing was a bit confused. She had seen Lingjing and Shasha before, and vaguely knew that the relationship between the three of them was unusual. But who was this doll-like girl?
Seeing that Jiaming had no intention of introducing her, Mu Qingqing put away her doubts.
She wasn't Jiaming's mother, so she couldn't care about these messy things.
"Do all police officers have to wake up so early?"
"Not really." Mu Qingqing smiled, "Last night I worked on a case, and now I'm going back.
Heh, it's so hard, and I don't get overtime pay. Sometimes I really want to quit and sell roasted chestnuts … "
After complaining for a while, the two of them remembered Jiaming's experience and smiled knowingly.
"Oh, I was so busy talking that the car went the wrong way!" Mu Qingqing shouted as a bus passed by, but it was too late to catch up.
She was already a Lieutenant, but she didn't have her own private car. Really … Gu Jiaming sighed and shook his head.
Mu Qingqing didn't think so much. She just waved her hand and ran forward, "Forget it, I won't talk to you anymore. Maybe I can catch up if I take a shortcut …"
Looking at the figure in the distance, she was in a daze.
"Gu Jun …" Xun asked worriedly.
"Oh, it's nothing. I just remembered something from the past.
Let's go. "Jiaming pulled the girl and was about to leave.
At this time, the roar of an engine came from afar. A bus suddenly turned the corner of the street, the back of the bus sliding on the ground in a big arc. The ear-piercing squeaking sound came from afar. Then, the bus changed direction in a crooked way and drove over at lightning speed.
Jiaming raised his eyebrows.
The speed of the bus was at least 70 km/h …
Was this bus crazy?
Was it China's version of the speed of life and death?
Jiaming pulled Xun back two steps. A gust of wind blew as the bus drove past.
In the driver's seat, a lazy figure held the steering wheel with one hand and leaned against the window.
Jiaming's vision clearly captured the driver's face.
Delicate and delicate, with the elegance of a woman from Dongfang.
Jiaming was very familiar with this person because he had disguised himself as this person countless times.
Jian Suyan.
When the bus passed by Jiaming, this woman tilted her head and nodded at the two of them.
The bus roared and drove away.
Jiaming saw that the faces of the passengers on the bus had turned emerald green.
Jiaming felt a chill run down his spine, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Gu Jun, that's …" Xun's eyes widened.
How could a bus travel at such a high speed?
Jiaming rubbed his temples. It seemed that his head began to hurt again.
"Forget it. Don't worry about her. Let's go back."
*****
It was peaceful on the way back.
When he opened the door at home, he smelled the fragrance of the vegetable and meat porridge. A small body has rushed over.
Jiaming squatted down hurriedly.
"Daddy, daddy!" The sticky mouth of the porridge arched on Jiaming's face.
Shasha and Lingjing sat on the sofa on one side, holding a child in their arms respectively.
Ya Han sat next to them, covering her mouth with the back of her hand and chuckling.
It was Taotao, who was five years old, who rushed over.
Jiaming held Taotao up, and then he turned sideways to let Xun in.
"Xun?"
Seeing the girl coming in, Shasha shouted happily. She gave the child in her arms to Ya Han, and then she stepped forward to hold Xun's hands intimately.
They have been friends for many years. The little love affair between Jiaming and Xun was not a secret. Lingjing and Shasha were not jealous. They just felt that they took up most of Jiaming's attention, so they were a little embarrassed.
"You talk first. I'm going to tidy up the bedroom. Xun will live at home."
"Really?"
Shasha liked to be lively. Naturally, the more people there were, the happier she would be. But Lingjing turned her face and stared at him angrily.
It would be a headache if there were too many people. Jiaming ran upstairs.
"Let me help him." Ya Han stood up with a chuckle, "Taotao, listen to your aunt. Don't be naughty."
The flower-faced Taotao nodded hurriedly.
They got up and went upstairs.
Pushing the door of the spare bedroom on the left, she saw that Jiaming was tidying up the bed and folding the quilt.
She sighed softly and hugged the man who took away her soul from her back.
It was a headache. It was really painful.
Jiaming, who was an idiot in love, never knew how to deal with such a situation. So he had to keep silent.
"Enemy …" Jiaming said "enemy" with endless emotions. No matter how low his EQ was, he knew what to do now.
Jiaming turned around and hugged Ya Han. He scratched his head, "Xun … she is pregnant."
Ya Han pinched him hard, "What nonsense are you talking about? If Xun can't get pregnant, are you going to leave her outside all the time?"
"Not really. I just don't know how to face it."
The relationship between these people was really complicated. Jiaming looked up at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. He suddenly wanted to eat bananas.
Shasha was shouting something downstairs, and then she burst into laughter again.
It was the sound of a child's babbling.
"You have to … treat us well." Ya Han smiled awkwardly.
It was not that he didn't want to monopolize them, but it was unrealistic.
Jiaming couldn't give up anyone.
These women were very smart. It was better not to think about the impossible things.
Just like that, they stayed together quietly for a while.
"By the way, Xiaowan and Ruoruo called in Venice and said that they met several beautiful women who were familiar with you." Ya Han seemed to be gloating, "The plane will take off the day after tomorrow."
"…"
Well, he got used to the pain.
Jiaming rubbed his head. The idea of eating bananas was stronger.
It was noisy downstairs again. He heard that Shasha was shouting, "Taotao, stop!"
It was a mess.
Ya Han raised her head and adjusted Jiaming's collar, "OK, the task of tidying up the room is given to you!
I'll go to see Taotao. "
The woman with a slender figure opened the door and went downstairs.
After a long time, Jiaming sighed and continued to tidy up the room.
The sunshine outside the window was like a happy dream.
THEEND