C112

In another taxi, Ye Han sat in the passenger seat while Zhou Tong sat in the backseat, steadily heading towards Hong Kong's new era apartment.

As time passed, Zhou Tong felt dizzy, his face burning like wine, and his entire body felt uncomfortable.

Ye Han was a soldier after all, and his body was sturdy, so he didn't have much of a reaction.

When the car arrived at the apartment building, Ye Han did not get out of the car. Instead, he turned around and saw that something was wrong with Zhou Tong. He paid for the carriage and helped her down.

"What's the matter with you?" Ye Han supported her, clearly feeling that her limbs were weak and she couldn't even stand properly.

"I think I drank too much. I'm dizzy." Zhou Tong wanted to walk forward, but he stumbled and fell into Zhou Tong's arms.

Ye Han's heart was flustered, but he still held her tightly, almost hugging her, and helped her into the elevator.

"Do you want to vomit?"

Her body grew softer and softer, and he had to take her in his arms.

She did not answer the question either. It was as if her consciousness had left her and her ears were so hazy that she could not hear what was being said.

When the elevator opened, Ye Han took out the key from Zhou Tong's body and opened the door.

Summer clothes were too thin, it was so close to the skin that Ye Han actually felt his whole body heat up, his breathing quickened.

"Bam!" With a flick of his foot, the door was closed tight.

After some exercise, Ye Han felt the heat rise up in his brain and it was difficult to disperse. From time to time, waves of hot, dry, itchy, and unbearably tight feelings would surge up from his lower abdomen.

"Night, I feel unwell …" Zhou Tong raised her head and looked at Ye Han. Her vision was blurry and he was sweating profusely, but she felt like he was smiling.

Ye Han wanted to say that he also felt unwell, but he forced himself to drag her upstairs.

Ye Zichen shook his head. Why did he see Zhou Tong's face gradually become blurry? Why did her face merge with Jian Fan's? Was she Jane Fan or Zhou Tong?

"So hot!" Zhou Tong fidgeted as she tore at her skirt.

Ye Han could only grip her tighter to prevent her from moving around recklessly. In the end, he still carried her in his arms and headed straight for the bedroom.

Zhou Tong pointed at the bedroom door. Ye Han kicked it open and threw her onto the bed.

"You rest first, I'm going back." His voice was muffled, hoarse, and a little shaky.

Before he could take a step, Zhou Tong immediately hugged him from behind. Her slightly tearful voice was filled with pleading, but it was also a man's deadliest temptation. "Night, don't go. Can you stay with me?"

The word 'night' caused Ye Han's heart to tremble. She was Jian Fan, his' Jane '!

She always liked to call him that.

He endured to the limit and actually felt pain coming from his lower abdomen.

Ye Han closed his eyes and struggled to break through the last layer of defense.

The hand around his waist tightened, as though it was going to pull him into her embrace. Her sweaty clothes clung to his back. Ye Han only felt his back burning, and his entire body was in chaos.

"I feel so uncomfortable …" Zhou Tong didn't know what she was talking about. She only knew that her organs seemed to have been hollowed out, and she felt empty and uncomfortable. Now, she just wanted him to fill her up. She wanted his people, his love.

Ye Han took a deep breath, and finally, his desire overcame his reason. He suddenly turned around and pulled Zhou Tong into his arms, tightly holding her.

He bent his head and kissed the tears at the corners of her eyes. He had never seen Jane like this before. She begged him to stay!

He wanted to stay, he wanted to get her!

"Hiss!" There was the sound of rags being torn apart.

And then there was an ambiguous moan and a comfortable sigh...

All was scorching hot, and the chilly night breeze could not disperse the room.

After saving Yan Shaotian's life, Jian Fan brought him back home. Yan Qirui was sitting on the sofa watching the news while Pan Wenfang was reading a handout on the sofa.

Jian Fan and Yan Shaotian pushed the door open and went in to change into slippers.

"Uncle Yan, aunt." Jane Fan smiled and greeted him politely.

Yan Shaotian restrained his smile and shouted, "Dad, Mom, I'm back!"

"Ha, Little Fan is here too? "Come over and sit." Pan Wenfang put down the book and pulled Jian Fan onto the sofa, "What's good for dinner tonight?"

"Mom, I'm going to take a shower." Yan Shaotian turned around and went upstairs.

Yan Qirui snorted lightly. Since Jian Fan was there, he didn't say anything.

Pan Wenfang's gaze followed her son who had entered the bedroom, and then fell on Jian Fan's face, "Did you drink at night? "Why is your face so red?"

"Yeah." Jian Fan smiled and stretched out his hand to touch his hot cheeks. "To eat at the roadside stall, the crayfish must be eaten with beer."

"It's good to be young. At my age, I think I already entered the hospital with this kind of food, hehe." Pan Wenfang smiled lovingly and lifted a few strands of Jane Fan's hair.

"Are you done with Uncle Yan's case?" It was rare to see him watching TV in the living room after dinner. He usually worked overtime in the study during this time.

Yan Qirui turned the volume of the TV down to the smallest, took off his anti-radiation glasses and pinched the acupoint on the bridge of his nose. "Sigh!"

"Uncle Yan should be happy that we've settled such a big case. Why are you sighing?" Jian Fan stopped smiling and sat up straight.

"It's not as simple as we thought. What we needed to capture is not as simple as we thought. The plan is a mess."

Jian Fan's heart skipped a beat. His heart was beating so fast that it nearly burst out of her chest and into her throat.

Plan? What should be caught?

She suddenly thought of what Ling Chen had told her. He had said that Chen Xinshui was only a bait for him, and her appearance had messed up his plans!

He raised his head and looked at Yan Qirui. He and Ling Chen were preparing the same plan? Why is Ling Chen involved with the Bureau? What did it matter that he was the one in charge of all of Chen Xinshui's underworld factions? Who was he? Why did Yan Qirui have to fear him?

A lot of questions stuck in her mind like vines, causing her to be confused and confused.

Right now, the question she wanted to figure out the most was whether Ling Chen had used her or not, and whether he was lying to her!

"Uncle Yan." Jian Fan hesitated for a moment, but still met his eyes. "Wasn't the capture of Chen Xinshui in Enchanting Shadow planned in advance?"

"How could this be? If it wasn't for Zhou Tong's father selling fake drugs and causing this kind of trouble, Chen Xinshui would have had an even greater use of him." However, when it comes to that Zhou Fu, he is truly a little strange. How did he end up selling Chen Xinshui's medicine, and even some fake medicine? Yan Qirui became angry at the mention of this. The bait that he had raised for a long time had been tossed out just like that. No matter what, he just couldn't accept it.

In the bedroom on the first floor, Yan Shaotian withdrew his ears and quietly went back to his bed to lie down. A hint of a smile flashed across the corner of his lips and then he quickly disappeared. His speed was as fast as a meteor streaking across the dark curtain of summer's night.

"Pah!" It was as if a knot in her heart had been broken. Her tense mood suddenly broke the dike, and guilt flooded towards her like a surging river.

The phone suddenly rang. Jian Fan was shocked, the screen flashed the word Ling Chen.

"Who is it? Why aren't you answering?" Pan Wenfang urged softly and called back for Jian Fan's will.

"Oh, it was Tongtong who urged me to go back. She just lost her love and was lonely at home." Jane Fan hung up the phone and casually gave a reason.

"I even said that you should stay at home tonight. Are you safe going back so late?" Pan Wenfang was a bit worried.

"It's alright, I'm the scout king of the girls' team in the police academy. Normal people would not be my match." "Besides, Shishui City is safe under Uncle Yan's management, so I can go back by myself." Jian Fan stood up and prepared to leave.

The text message came: "Come out!"

Had he chased them to the gate of his hometown? Or was he waiting for her at the New Age apartment building?

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became. No matter where he was, his domineering attitude made her hate him.

"Little Aunt, Uncle Yan, I'm leaving first. Tongtong should be waiting anxiously at home."

"Be careful when you go back home tonight, send me a message when you get home." Pan Wenfang was still worried.

"Yes." Jane Fan changed into a pair of shoes and left the room.

In front of the main entrance to the house, the eye-catching Aston Martin one-77 was parked in the shade of a tree by the side of the road, arrogantly and arrogantly, as if it were its owner.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!" The sound of the horn shook the sky, causing Jian Fan to speed up his footsteps and run towards it.

The moment the window rolled down, Jian Fan cursed loudly.

"Riche, do you have any morals for being so arrogant?"

"Get in!" These two words contained an imposing manner and were not the least bit angered.

His face was very pale, almost glum.

Jian Fan started to panic. Even if she misunderstood him, his expression was too terrifying.

Before Jane Fan could make a move, the co-pilot's automatic door opened. He sat in front of the entrance. It was not good for anyone to be stuck in a deadlock at the entrance of the residential complex.

Boom!" The car revved up the throttle and sped away from the city, heading in the direction of the shallow hills.

"Where are you taking me? It's getting late, I should go home. " His cold expression caused Jian Fan to lose his temper. She had wanted to apologize, but now that he had acted like this, she was no longer in the mood to apologize.

A person like him did not need to apologize, and there was no reason for him to do so.

"To Kingone." He turned his face to look at her. His eyes were still cold.

He was not angry with her; he was angry with himself.

Today in the office, because of the complaint and questioning of Jane Fan and lost the mood to ignore her every move.

When A-Jin hurried to deliver the news that Ye Han was carrying a woman into his bedroom, he was shocked and thought it was Jian Fan. He wished he could take out his gun and destroy Ye Han immediately.

One second before he broke the door, Ma Wen called and said that Jian Fan was sitting in his hometown, so he resisted his impulse. He carefully looked at the monitor and confirmed that the woman being carried by Ye Han was Zhou Tong.

He rushed over as fast as he could. Looking around the entrance, he saw Jian Fan, who was tall and slim, wearing a pair of casual pants and a T-shirt. The ponytail swayed along with his movements. A pair of spirited big eyes were embedded in his exquisite jade carved face. The beauty was like a pool of clear mountain spring, suffocating.

He was angry that he had almost failed to protect her, and was also angry that he was about to lose control of his emotions the moment he saw her. He wanted to ruthlessly crush her under his body so that she would never be able to escape his shackles and completely belong to him.