Wu Yu couldn't speak, his lips trembled slightly, and he reluctantly laughed for a long while: "...I fell asleep and didn't hear it."
This reason is too awkward as he could make up. The hand Bu Chonghua held on his face did not relax at all: "Are you hiding from me?"
"Why am I hiding from you?"
"Then why don't you go home?"
The two of them stood and sat, Wu Yu was almost completely shrouded in the shadow by Bu Chonghua's capable and powerful aura, don't open his eyes and say vaguely: "I...I will come back to get some change of clothes."
It's really strange that when faced with the drug dealers who attacked the village, the blasting military vehicles, the rain of guns engulfed in flames, and even the rows of stumps and meat that were blown up, he was just resentful and did not flinch, as if the root was called fear. His nerves have long been completely suppressed by the strong calmness.
But now, facing Bu Chonghua's calmly questioning, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed from the bottom of his heart, as if he had packed up his baggage and ran away from home and was caught by the scene...the little wife.
Bu Chonghua pulled his chin back a little: "Now it's finished, should I go back with me?"
Wu Yu wasn't very confident, "Didn't you go to dinner tonight?"
Bu Chonghua said coldly: "I heard Liao Gang say that you are ill and rushed straight after putting down your chopsticks. Otherwise, would you still have the mind to sit there and eat?"
"..." Wu Yu had only one thought in his mind, Liao Gang, what are you talking about all day long!
"Cough, cough, cough! That," Wu Yu pretended not to hear the words sick, and the corner of his eyes glanced at the watch on the wrist next to his cheek, "Look at what time is it now, go back to the evening peak, block It’s at least nine o’clock when I get back to your house, what else to eat at ten o’clock? Let’s eat here."
Bu Chonghua stared at his dodgy black eyes: "You do it for me?"
Wu Yu was discouraged and said, "I will do it for you."
"Oh? Didn't you shut me out just now?"
"... Didn't I hear when I fell asleep?"
Bu Chonghua smiled indistinctly, then slowly let go of his hand and stood up, the lingering feeling of strong pressure finally disappeared slightly.
Wu Yu felt a sense of discomfort when he saw the prince drive to Cinderella’s small wood house. He stood up and loosened his shoulders, trying to dissipate this weird feeling, pretending to ask nonchalantly: "What do you want to eat?"
Bu Chonghua asked, "What do you eat?"
Wu Yu usually orders nearby takeaways when he goes home at night. They are basically fried or plain dumplings for ten and twenty yuan. He doesn't care about the sultan red in the waste oil. But the prince Bu Chonghua...this health pie would definitely not accept him. He might have to hold his thermos for how long to criticize. He might be forced to eat brown rice and boiled pumpkin when he goes back, causing a million tons of waste oil. Make up for the damage.
Wu Yu is already familiar with Bu Chonghua’s usual eating style. He went to the refrigerator and found a few potatoes, half a dozen eggs and a handful of dried noodles. After thinking about it, he went to the balcony and pinched a handful of green onions: "Eat noodles. ?"
Bu Chonghua leaned against the door of the bedroom with his arms folded, watching him busying himself and saying, "Eat."
"Then I will get you some scallion noodles." Wu Yu said in a broken jar, "I don't have any meat in my house, so I will eat it."
Wearing a cotton-white T-shirt and jeans purchased from his stall, Wu Yu was dangling a cigarette, stepping on flip-flops, and cutting potato shreds with a sharp knife. When his eyebrows are drooping, the eyelashes are sparse and obvious, the bridge of his nose seems to reflect the glimmer, a strand of hair on his forehead swaying slightly with the action; the wide hem of the T-shirt is tucked in the waist of the pants, and the outline is thin and narrow. Waist hip.
Bu Chonghua looked at his back in a daze.
Perhaps the decoration in the room is too old and outdated, and even the air is full of age-old yellowishness. The sound of the knife slamming on the cutting board evokes the memories of his childhood home—husband who came home from get off work, chopping vegetables and cooking. Wife, a child sitting at the dining table with his legs crossed and doing homework; the parents chatting and laughing in the fireworks, and the spoiled husband and wife, like a picture frame that is always integrated into the soul and never fades, which fundamentally determines his opinion of the word "living" The warmest imagination.
Bu Chonghua walked into the kitchen silently and stood behind Wu Yu, just like countless ordinary couples in the world intimacy, the ghost and supernatural servant raised his hand, trying to gently put his palm on Wu Yu's back shoulder.
But at this moment, Wu Yu took a knife and dipped the cut potato shreds into cold water. He saw that the roots were as thin as hair and seemed to be translucent in the water. Then he turned to get two more potatoes. Unconsciously, he almost wiped Bu Chonghua's lips, and immediately leaned back subconsciously: "Hi! What are you doing here?"
Bu Chonghua seemed to be awakened from a certain dream, and he regained his senses, "...you have a good swordsman."
"Go and go, don't stay here, squeeze." Wu Yu's ears were a little hot, and he waved to rush him: "Watch your TV."
Bu Chonghua exited the kitchen with a loss, and there was nothing else to do, and he walked around the room with his hands in his pants pockets.
He had heard Wu Yu say that the house was broken before, and he wondered whether the "relevant department" looked at the second-level heroes and did not appraise them during the resettlement, and refused to give them preferential treatment, or bullied Wu Yu to be out of touch with the society and did not understand what he should do. Get the treatment. But it was not until he drove the car all the way into this old and dilapidated community that he knew that this kind of worry was completely unnecessary-for no other reason, this is a superb school district room, and the best elementary and junior high schools in Jinhai are within 500 meters Meter.
Although there is no full property rights, the property in the community is also in vain, and it is absolutely uncomfortable to live in. But if Wu Yu is willing to live and work in Jinhai, the next generation’s education problem will be solved without any money. The person responsible for the arrangement is indeed Plan far-reaching.
But even so, the environment of the whole house is really rudimentary and old. The pale yellow wall skirt paint has fallen off seven or eighty-eight, and the paint on the old wooden floor has also fallen off. Some furniture is almost like the ninth century. don’t know if the style of the decade was bought from the second-hand market. The only newer thing is the TV set, placed in the bedroom opposite to the bed, should be Wu Yu's only entertainment item for spending the long night.
Bu Chonghua sat on the wooden single bed and looked at the messy white pillows and bedding. It took a long time to withdraw his eyes. He suddenly saw something, his eyes fixed.
He saw a fresh scratch on the dark red floor paint under his feet, extending towards the bottom of the bed, glowing with light red marks.
"..."
Bu Chonghua leaned over and stared at the trace, and suddenly remembered that when he knocked on the door outside, he vaguely heard a piercing sound inside, like the harsh sound of a metal weight rubbing the ground-but because of the sound through the door panel It was too vague, as light as an illusion, it didn't attract his attention at the time.
What is it?
Bu Chonghua glanced out of the bedroom. From this angle, he couldn't see the kitchen. He only listened to Wu Yu cooking the oil in a hot pot, simmering the dried peppers, and putting down the pots of potato shreds with a sizzle. The smell of oily fume overflowed the room.
He lowered his head and glanced under the bed, and the corner of his brow twitched. 999 novel first published https://www.999xs.com https://m.999xs.com
There is a safe deep under the bed.
A hundred-dollar bill fell quietly in the dim place.
At that moment, countless speculations crowded Bu Chonghua’s brain, how could money fall into this position? What's in the safe? Why did Wu Yu hurriedly push it back under the bed to hide it?
A thin layer of ash accumulated on the floor under the bed, but the banknotes were flat and clean, indicating that it had not been long since they fell to the ground. Wu Yu is very careful about the money, and he is not someone who can't find it for a few days after dropping a hundred dollars. Combining the rapid metal rubbing in the room and the direction of the scratches on the ground, a shadowy guess came out of Bu Chonghua's mind-when he knocked on the door, Wu Yu was sitting on the ground counting money.
Something seems to have touched the sensitive nerves of criminal investigators for more than ten years.
The safe door and the metal box did not fit tightly together, and an extremely small angle was opened because of the missing lock. don't know if it was too late, or his sudden visit caused too much psychological shock to Wu Yu. Bu Chonghua’s movements stopped in the air, and he stayed in the air for a few minutes, finally kneeling on the ground holding his breath, stretched out his hand to poke, and the door of the box opened silently, revealing a few inside. Brown kraft paper bag.
It is thick, brick-shaped, and feels solid.
Bu Chonghua is too experienced, he doesn't need to open it to know that it is a banknote!
"Come out to eat!"
Bu Chonghua shuddered in his heart, immediately got up, and said loudly: "Here!"
Bu Chonghua walked out of the bedroom quickly, with no abnormal expression. There was already a plate of hot and sour potato shreds and two bowls of egg noodles with scallion oil on the table. Wu Yu was pulling the chair and sitting down, and mixed the noodles casually with chopsticks. Mix: "Just one dish, let's eat it, tomorrow I will treat you well."
But in fact, a dish in this district is also delicious. After all, Wu Yu is fast-fired, heavy-oiled, sautéed, and well-knife. The potato roots are distinct, thin and continuous, and the entrance is indescribably crisp. Maybe because of Bu Chonghua’s northern taste, he made scallion-flavored eggs into marinated noodles. Stirred the oil with peppercorns and then picked out one by one. Slowly boiled the oil out of the onion flavor and added light soy sauce. The soy sauce, sugar, and salt are fried together with the eggs into a marinade, and the noodles are smooth and oily and fragrant enough to make people feel guilty.
Bu Chonghua didn't raise his head and ate half a bowl, knowing that his three-day fitness results would have been ruined, "Your craftsmanship is really good, and you can bring someone lunch in the detachment to earn extra money."
Wu Yu laughed: "That Song, who is surnamed Song, won't beat me out of the Public Security Bureau."
When he mentioned money, he didn't show any superfluous performance, at least not for Bu Chonghua to see.
So what happened to the cash under his bed?
Bu Chonghua did not know how much drug money, gambling money, and illegal fund-raising money had been seized. One year when he cooperated with the Commission for Discipline Inspection in handling the case, he even saw a double-door refrigerator full of cash. He already knew the volume and weight of banknotes. If the paper bags in Wu Yu's safe were filled with hundred yuan bills, the number should be more than 400,000, with no more than 50 at most, and no less than 35 at least.
In other words, it is impossible for him to put all his wages under the lock bed in idle time. His wages are not that much. Where did the money come from?
Bu Chonghua's face sank like water, but the deep voice of Song Ju suddenly sounded deep in his consciousness, which was what he told Xu Zuxin privately after interrogating Nian Daxing:
"Wu Yu, during the incubation period, there are many problems that cannot be explained clearly..."
"I can't eat it anymore," Wu Yu put down his chopsticks and stood up. There were two small bites of noodles left in the bowl. Bu Chonghua suddenly came back to his senses: "You just have to eat like this?"
"Cai Lin ate a few salted egg yolk dumplings for me at noon. The damn package made me really support me."
"Okay," Bu Chonghua pulled his remaining scallion egg noodles into his bowl, acting naturally like a couple in the family: "Then give it to me, don't waste food."
Wu Yu: "..."
Between the lightning and the fire, Wu Yu felt a little in his heart, remembering what Cai Lin had said in the office before: "What, can I eat the half moon cake leftover by Xiao Gui? Of course not! Men can only eat moms and wives in this life. Leftovers!"
"Cough, cough, cough!" Wu Yu almost choked on his saliva, and quickly turned aside his eyes: "I...I'm going to wash the dishes."
Bu Chonghua finished eating in two bites of three, got up and held him: "I'll do it."
"Sit down, my house doesn't have a dishwasher..."
Bu Chonghua didn't change his face and pinched a group of wet yellow objects like garbage: "Isn't there a loofah vine?"
Wu Yu said weakly: "Do you want to stop thinking about it?"
"Think about it, when I was a kid, my dad did the dishes at home." Bu Chonghua smiled faintly, and said: "There was no dishwasher back then, not all loofah vines.
Bu Chonghua thought that today was a family dinner celebration, his clothes were more formal than usual, he wore a tall and fit shirt, dark gray suit pants, and a watch he didn't usually wear. He was washing the dishes intently under the water, and the tight and smooth muscle lines of the shoulders and backs were looming with the movements. He was very handsome and...weird, like a prince who suddenly came from the palace to wash the dishes at Cinderella's house.
But Wu Yu knew that Bu Chonghua didn't regard himself as a prince, he just regarded himself as the male master of this family...
"Let's sleep here tonight."
"what?"
Bu Chonghua put down the last bowl: "Ah what, what time is this, why bother to drive back?"
What was Wu Yu's first reaction, you are close to 1.9 meters tall, and you fucking bear with me to squeeze the wooden single bed that creaks when you turn over? !
"I will just wash and sleep, and I will go to work tomorrow." Bu Chonghua wiped his hands while his subordinates tried to hide the horrified stare, and said with a calm expression: "I'm going to take a bath first."
Wu Yu opened his mouth, stunned that he couldn't make a sound. He watched Bu Chonghua walk his long, muscular legs, and walked into the narrow room as calmly as his son-in-law returned to the door for a night. The bathroom closed the door.
After a while, there was a rush of hot water inside.
...No, Wu Yu thought to himself, I can't squeeze a small bed with this guy, the bed board will collapse in the middle of the night!
Wu Yu rushed into the bedroom immediately, tidied up the messy bed, turned out the mat and spread it on the floor, tired of a few pieces of clothes as pillows, and turned out a thin blanket as a quilt from the closet. After doing all this, he wanted to lock the safe that he hadn't locked before. He just half-kneeled on the ground, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of a pink bill under the bed.
It should have slid out in a hurry. The location is very hidden. It is hard to find if you don't lean down and deliberately look under the bed.
Did Bu Chonghua find out?
It shouldn't, after all, normal people don't look under other people's beds all day long.
Wu Yu has been an undercover agent for so many years, no matter how terrifying and dangerous the scene is, he is not as flustered as he heard Bu Chonghua knock on the door today. It can be described as a blank mind, which has led to all these mistakes. He half-kneeled on the ground, gritted his teeth, slapped himself lightly, took out the safe after collecting the banknotes, put it in the deepest part of the closet, and pulled a few old clothes tightly over it.
Just then the water in the bathroom stopped, and then the door opened with a cry, only to hear Bu Chonghua's lazy voice: "Are there any underwear?"
Wu Yu turned his head, Bu Chonghua wrapped a bath towel around his waist, and leaned at him with one hand on the door frame.
The elite boss usually doesn't show up in clothes. Only at this time can he see that he is really shoulder-width, long-legged, muscular, and there are a few scars left by old injuries on his chest, and his lack of masculinity is extremely obvious.
Wu Yu said nothing, found a pair of clean underwear from the closet and threw it over.
Bu Chonghua frowned and said, "It's a bit small."
"Sorry, you squeeze." Wu Yu said sincerely, "Believe in yourself, it works."
...It works...
Bu Chonghua raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Yu for a few seconds, and then hummed a little inexplicably in his nose, "Okay, remember this sentence." Turning around, he untied the towel and walked back to the bathroom.
Wu Yu couldn't speak, his lips trembled slightly, and he reluctantly laughed for a long while: "...I fell asleep and didn't hear it."
This reason is too awkward as he could make up. The hand Bu Chonghua held on his face did not relax at all: "Are you hiding from me?"
"Why am I hiding from you?"
"Then why don't you go home?"
The two of them stood and sat, Wu Yu was almost completely shrouded in the shadow by Bu Chonghua's capable and powerful aura, don't open his eyes and say vaguely: "I...I will come back to get some change of clothes."
It's really strange that when faced with the drug dealers who attacked the village, the blasting military vehicles, the rain of guns engulfed in flames, and even the rows of stumps and meat that were blown up, he was just resentful and did not flinch, as if the root was called fear. His nerves have long been completely suppressed by the strong calmness.
But now, facing Bu Chonghua's calmly questioning, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed from the bottom of his heart, as if he had packed up his baggage and ran away from home and was caught by the scene...the little wife.
Bu Chonghua pulled his chin back a little: "Now it's finished, should I go back with me?"
Wu Yu wasn't very confident, "Didn't you go to dinner tonight?"
Bu Chonghua said coldly: "I heard Liao Gang say that you are ill and rushed straight after putting down your chopsticks. Otherwise, would you still have the mind to sit there and eat?"
"..." Wu Yu had only one thought in his mind, Liao Gang, what are you talking about all day long!
"Cough, cough, cough! That," Wu Yu pretended not to hear the words sick, and the corner of his eyes glanced at the watch on the wrist next to his cheek, "Look at what time is it now, go back to the evening peak, block It’s at least nine o’clock when I get back to your house, what else to eat at ten o’clock? Let’s eat here."
Bu Chonghua stared at his dodgy black eyes: "You do it for me?"
Wu Yu was discouraged and said, "I will do it for you."
"Oh? Didn't you shut me out just now?"
"... Didn't I hear when I fell asleep?"
Bu Chonghua smiled indistinctly, then slowly let go of his hand and stood up, the lingering feeling of strong pressure finally disappeared slightly.
Wu Yu felt a sense of discomfort when he saw the prince drive to Cinderella’s small wood house. He stood up and loosened his shoulders, trying to dissipate this weird feeling, pretending to ask nonchalantly: "What do you want to eat?"
Bu Chonghua asked, "What do you eat?"
Wu Yu usually orders nearby takeaways when he goes home at night. They are basically fried or plain dumplings for ten and twenty yuan. He doesn't care about the sultan red in the waste oil. But the prince Bu Chonghua...this health pie would definitely not accept him. He might have to hold his thermos for how long to criticize. He might be forced to eat brown rice and boiled pumpkin when he goes back, causing a million tons of waste oil. Make up for the damage.
Wu Yu is already familiar with Bu Chonghua’s usual eating style. He went to the refrigerator and found a few potatoes, half a dozen eggs and a handful of dried noodles. After thinking about it, he went to the balcony and pinched a handful of green onions: "Eat noodles. ?"
Bu Chonghua leaned against the door of the bedroom with his arms folded, watching him busying himself and saying, "Eat."
"Then I will get you some scallion noodles." Wu Yu said in a broken jar, "I don't have any meat in my house, so I will eat it."
Wearing a cotton-white T-shirt and jeans purchased from his stall, Wu Yu was dangling a cigarette, stepping on flip-flops, and cutting potato shreds with a sharp knife. When his eyebrows are drooping, the eyelashes are sparse and obvious, the bridge of his nose seems to reflect the glimmer, a strand of hair on his forehead swaying slightly with the action; the wide hem of the T-shirt is tucked in the waist of the pants, and the outline is thin and narrow. Waist hip.
Bu Chonghua looked at his back in a daze.
Perhaps the decoration in the room is too old and outdated, and even the air is full of age-old yellowishness. The sound of the knife slamming on the cutting board evokes the memories of his childhood home—husband who came home from get off work, chopping vegetables and cooking. Wife, a child sitting at the dining table with his legs crossed and doing homework; the parents chatting and laughing in the fireworks, and the spoiled husband and wife, like a picture frame that is always integrated into the soul and never fades, which fundamentally determines his opinion of the word "living" The warmest imagination.
Bu Chonghua walked into the kitchen silently and stood behind Wu Yu, just like countless ordinary couples in the world intimacy, the ghost and supernatural servant raised his hand, trying to gently put his palm on Wu Yu's back shoulder.
But at this moment, Wu Yu took a knife and dipped the cut potato shreds into cold water. He saw that the roots were as thin as hair and seemed to be translucent in the water. Then he turned to get two more potatoes. Unconsciously, he almost wiped Bu Chonghua's lips, and immediately leaned back subconsciously: "Hi! What are you doing here?"
Bu Chonghua seemed to be awakened from a certain dream, and he regained his senses, "...you have a good swordsman."
"Go and go, don't stay here, squeeze." Wu Yu's ears were a little hot, and he waved to rush him: "Watch your TV."
Bu Chonghua exited the kitchen with a loss, and there was nothing else to do, and he walked around the room with his hands in his pants pockets.
He had heard Wu Yu say that the house was broken before, and he wondered whether the "relevant department" looked at the second-level heroes and did not appraise them during the resettlement, and refused to give them preferential treatment, or bullied Wu Yu to be out of touch with the society and did not understand what he should do. Get the treatment. But it was not until he drove the car all the way into this old and dilapidated community that he knew that this kind of worry was completely unnecessary-for no other reason, this is a superb school district room, and the best elementary and junior high schools in Jinhai are within 500 meters Meter.
Although there is no full property rights, the property in the community is also in vain, and it is absolutely uncomfortable to live in. But if Wu Yu is willing to live and work in Jinhai, the next generation’s education problem will be solved without any money. The person responsible for the arrangement is indeed Plan far-reaching.
But even so, the environment of the whole house is really rudimentary and old. The pale yellow wall skirt paint has fallen off seven or eighty-eight, and the paint on the old wooden floor has also fallen off. Some furniture is almost like the ninth century. don’t know if the style of the decade was bought from the second-hand market. The only newer thing is the TV set, placed in the bedroom opposite to the bed, should be Wu Yu's only entertainment item for spending the long night.
Bu Chonghua sat on the wooden single bed and looked at the messy white pillows and bedding. It took a long time to withdraw his eyes. He suddenly saw something, his eyes fixed.
He saw a fresh scratch on the dark red floor paint under his feet, extending towards the bottom of the bed, glowing with light red marks.
"..."
Bu Chonghua leaned over and stared at the trace, and suddenly remembered that when he knocked on the door outside, he vaguely heard a piercing sound inside, like the harsh sound of a metal weight rubbing the ground-but because of the sound through the door panel It was too vague, as light as an illusion, it didn't attract his attention at the time.
What is it?
Bu Chonghua glanced out of the bedroom. From this angle, he couldn't see the kitchen. He only listened to Wu Yu cooking the oil in a hot pot, simmering the dried peppers, and putting down the pots of potato shreds with a sizzle. The smell of oily fume overflowed the room.
He lowered his head and glanced under the bed, and the corner of his brow twitched. 999 novel first published https://www.999xs.com https://m.999xs.com
There is a safe deep under the bed.
A hundred-dollar bill fell quietly in the dim place.
At that moment, countless speculations crowded Bu Chonghua’s brain, how could money fall into this position? What's in the safe? Why did Wu Yu hurriedly push it back under the bed to hide it?
A thin layer of ash accumulated on the floor under the bed, but the banknotes were flat and clean, indicating that it had not been long since they fell to the ground. Wu Yu is very careful about the money, and he is not someone who can't find it for a few days after dropping a hundred dollars. Combining the rapid metal rubbing in the room and the direction of the scratches on the ground, a shadowy guess came out of Bu Chonghua's mind-when he knocked on the door, Wu Yu was sitting on the ground counting money.
Something seems to have touched the sensitive nerves of criminal investigators for more than ten years.
The safe door and the metal box did not fit tightly together, and an extremely small angle was opened because of the missing lock. don't know if it was too late, or his sudden visit caused too much psychological shock to Wu Yu. Bu Chonghua’s movements stopped in the air, and he stayed in the air for a few minutes, finally kneeling on the ground holding his breath, stretched out his hand to poke, and the door of the box opened silently, revealing a few inside. Brown kraft paper bag.
It is thick, brick-shaped, and feels solid.
Bu Chonghua is too experienced, he doesn't need to open it to know that it is a banknote!
"Come out to eat!"
Bu Chonghua shuddered in his heart, immediately got up, and said loudly: "Here!"
Bu Chonghua walked out of the bedroom quickly, with no abnormal expression. There was already a plate of hot and sour potato shreds and two bowls of egg noodles with scallion oil on the table. Wu Yu was pulling the chair and sitting down, and mixed the noodles casually with chopsticks. Mix: "Just one dish, let's eat it, tomorrow I will treat you well."
But in fact, a dish in this district is also delicious. After all, Wu Yu is fast-fired, heavy-oiled, sautéed, and well-knife. The potato roots are distinct, thin and continuous, and the entrance is indescribably crisp. Maybe because of Bu Chonghua’s northern taste, he made scallion-flavored eggs into marinated noodles. Stirred the oil with peppercorns and then picked out one by one. Slowly boiled the oil out of the onion flavor and added light soy sauce. The soy sauce, sugar, and salt are fried together with the eggs into a marinade, and the noodles are smooth and oily and fragrant enough to make people feel guilty.
Bu Chonghua didn't raise his head and ate half a bowl, knowing that his three-day fitness results would have been ruined, "Your craftsmanship is really good, and you can bring someone lunch in the detachment to earn extra money."
Wu Yu laughed: "That Song, who is surnamed Song, won't beat me out of the Public Security Bureau."
When he mentioned money, he didn't show any superfluous performance, at least not for Bu Chonghua to see.
So what happened to the cash under his bed?
Bu Chonghua did not know how much drug money, gambling money, and illegal fund-raising money had been seized. One year when he cooperated with the Commission for Discipline Inspection in handling the case, he even saw a double-door refrigerator full of cash. He already knew the volume and weight of banknotes. If the paper bags in Wu Yu's safe were filled with hundred yuan bills, the number should be more than 400,000, with no more than 50 at most, and no less than 35 at least.
In other words, it is impossible for him to put all his wages under the lock bed in idle time. His wages are not that much. Where did the money come from?
Bu Chonghua's face sank like water, but the deep voice of Song Ju suddenly sounded deep in his consciousness, which was what he told Xu Zuxin privately after interrogating Nian Daxing:
"Wu Yu, during the incubation period, there are many problems that cannot be explained clearly..."
"I can't eat it anymore," Wu Yu put down his chopsticks and stood up. There were two small bites of noodles left in the bowl. Bu Chonghua suddenly came back to his senses: "You just have to eat like this?"
"Cai Lin ate a few salted egg yolk dumplings for me at noon. The damn package made me really support me."
"Okay," Bu Chonghua pulled his remaining scallion egg noodles into his bowl, acting naturally like a couple in the family: "Then give it to me, don't waste food."
Wu Yu: "..."
Between the lightning and the fire, Wu Yu felt a little in his heart, remembering what Cai Lin had said in the office before: "What, can I eat the half moon cake leftover by Xiao Gui? Of course not! Men can only eat moms and wives in this life. Leftovers!"
"Cough, cough, cough!" Wu Yu almost choked on his saliva, and quickly turned aside his eyes: "I...I'm going to wash the dishes."
Bu Chonghua finished eating in two bites of three, got up and held him: "I'll do it."
"Sit down, my house doesn't have a dishwasher..."
Bu Chonghua didn't change his face and pinched a group of wet yellow objects like garbage: "Isn't there a loofah vine?"
Wu Yu said weakly: "Do you want to stop thinking about it?"
"Think about it, when I was a kid, my dad did the dishes at home." Bu Chonghua smiled faintly, and said: "There was no dishwasher back then, not all loofah vines.
Bu Chonghua thought that today was a family dinner celebration, his clothes were more formal than usual, he wore a tall and fit shirt, dark gray suit pants, and a watch he didn't usually wear. He was washing the dishes intently under the water, and the tight and smooth muscle lines of the shoulders and backs were looming with the movements. He was very handsome and...weird, like a prince who suddenly came from the palace to wash the dishes at Cinderella's house.
But Wu Yu knew that Bu Chonghua didn't regard himself as a prince, he just regarded himself as the male master of this family...
"Let's sleep here tonight."
"what?"
Bu Chonghua put down the last bowl: "Ah what, what time is this, why bother to drive back?"
What was Wu Yu's first reaction, you are close to 1.9 meters tall, and you fucking bear with me to squeeze the wooden single bed that creaks when you turn over? !
"I will just wash and sleep, and I will go to work tomorrow." Bu Chonghua wiped his hands while his subordinates tried to hide the horrified stare, and said with a calm expression: "I'm going to take a bath first."
Wu Yu opened his mouth, stunned that he couldn't make a sound. He watched Bu Chonghua walk his long, muscular legs, and walked into the narrow room as calmly as his son-in-law returned to the door for a night. The bathroom closed the door.
After a while, there was a rush of hot water inside.
...No, Wu Yu thought to himself, I can't squeeze a small bed with this guy, the bed board will collapse in the middle of the night!
Wu Yu rushed into the bedroom immediately, tidied up the messy bed, turned out the mat and spread it on the floor, tired of a few pieces of clothes as pillows, and turned out a thin blanket as a quilt from the closet. After doing all this, he wanted to lock the safe that he hadn't locked before. He just half-kneeled on the ground, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of a pink bill under the bed.
It should have slid out in a hurry. The location is very hidden. It is hard to find if you don't lean down and deliberately look under the bed.
Did Bu Chonghua find out?
It shouldn't, after all, normal people don't look under other people's beds all day long.
Wu Yu has been an undercover agent for so many years, no matter how terrifying and dangerous the scene is, he is not as flustered as he heard Bu Chonghua knock on the door today. It can be described as a blank mind, which has led to all these mistakes. He half-kneeled on the ground, gritted his teeth, slapped himself lightly, took out the safe after collecting the banknotes, put it in the deepest part of the closet, and pulled a few old clothes tightly over it.
Just then the water in the bathroom stopped, and then the door opened with a cry, only to hear Bu Chonghua's lazy voice: "Are there any underwear?"
Wu Yu turned his head, Bu Chonghua wrapped a bath towel around his waist, and leaned at him with one hand on the door frame.
The elite boss usually doesn't show up in clothes. Only at this time can he see that he is really shoulder-width, long-legged, muscular, and there are a few scars left by old injuries on his chest, and his lack of masculinity is extremely obvious.
Wu Yu said nothing, found a pair of clean underwear from the closet and threw it over.
Bu Chonghua frowned and said, "It's a bit small."
"Sorry, you squeeze." Wu Yu said sincerely, "Believe in yourself, it works."
...It works...
Bu Chonghua raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Yu for a few seconds, and then hummed a little inexplicably in his nose, "Okay, remember this sentence." Turning around, he untied the towel and walked back to the bathroom.
