Stepping into the study on the second floor, Chu Fan walked to the sofa in front of the desk and was about to sit down, but an emotionless low shout came from behind him:
"Where are you sitting?"
Chu Fan paused, looked up - the man was expressionless, raised his finger to the hard small bench in front of the desk, and his tone was cold and hard.
He was speechless for a while, stood still in place, and couldn't help but mutter: This posture ... How can you look like a prisoner?
But he still didn't hesitate much, and after thinking for a moment, he walked over silently and sat on the old wooden bench.
The bench was narrow and cold, there was not even a backrest, his waist was straight, and his sitting posture was more regular than in his previous life in the criminal police team.
"Zhiyao drove you home today, I don't want this to happen again."
The man folded his hands on the table, staring at Chu Fan with heavy eyes, with full majesty and undoubtedness in his tone.
This is his father-in-law, Secretary of the Yunzhou Municipal Party Committee - Song Chenglan!
Sure enough, the aura is full and the sense of oppression comes to the face.
Chu Fan pursed his lips and said nothing.
After all, this man "given" himself a cold and ascetic wife - he can still swallow this affection for the time being.
The room fell silent for a while.
After a while, Song Chenglan spoke again, his tone slowed down a little, but he was still calm:
"Book, how are you reading?"
"Book?" Chu Fan was stunned, "What book?" "
As soon as the words fell, Song Chenglan's face darkened a little, and there was a hint of impatience in his eyes.
"You take the public review materials."
"Do you think that I am your father-in-law, so I can let you enter the system at will? Let me tell you, if you can't pass the written test - no one can protect you! "
The tone is not high, but stern.
Only then did Chu Fan react: His cheap father-in-law was really moved, and he was ready to lift him up from the position of assistant manager and turn into a regular traffic police system.
But the premise is that he has to win this written test on his own.
"In ... I'm watching. "
Chu Fan didn't know how to answer for a while, so he could only bite the bullet and reply perfunctory.
"Okay, I'll test you."
Song Chenglan casually picked up a book on the table, his tone flat.
When Chu Fan heard this, his face almost froze.
No way... Do you really want to play so really?
Examination? Really test me?
His heart twitched, and he almost shouted on the spot: I haven't even turned over the cover, what will I answer if you ask a question on the spot now?
The head was empty, but sweat came out of the mouth.
He glanced at the old man who was as cold as an iceberg on the side, and couldn't help but slander:
——My wife's cold face is probably learned from this cheap dad!
Sure enough, the family carved out a mold! For fear of annoying this old father-in-law who was not very good-tempered, Chu Fan hurriedly remedied:
"I've been a little busy these days... I didn't watch much. "
"Not seeing much and not reading at all are two different things."
Song Chenglan said in a light tone, opened the book in his hand, glanced down, raised his eyelids and asked:
"Let me ask you a simple question - under what circumstances can motor vehicles pass when the red light is on?"
"..."
Chu Fan's head went blank instantly.
Isn't it, this is all starting to draw questions on the spot?
His mind was full of criminal investigation, interrogation, and murder investigation... As a result, let him answer this?
Early learning is learned, but the problem is that it was many years ago, and it has long been returned to the teacher.
His mouth opened, and he couldn't hold back a complete sentence.
Seeing that he couldn't answer for a long time, Song Chenglan's brows became tighter and tighter, and his eyes sank.
"This is the first question on the first page of this book."
"You see it like this... Have you ever flipped through it? "
The voice was not high, but there was a cold coercion, like interrogating a subordinate, without giving face at all.
Chu Fan's heart twitched, and he couldn't laugh anymore.
Where is this father-in-law?
This is clearly a three-in-one attack of "leader + examiner + father-in-law"!
"I, I'll start watching tomorrow!"
Chu Fan's expression was a little stiff, and he hurriedly made up for it, his tone was a little embarrassed and lacking in confidence.
"No need to look at it."
Song Chenglan's face darkened, he suddenly smashed the book in his hand on the table, stood up with a straight face, walked to the door in a few steps, pulled the study door open, and slammed it again, leaving a sentence in a cold voice:
"The mud can't hold up the wall."
After saying that, he walked to the balcony alone.
He stood there, his back stiff, took out a cigarette box, skillfully lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and the smoke he exhaled slowly dispersed in the night.
Hearing the movement coming from the study, Song Zhiyao immediately walked over quickly.
She stood at the door, glanced at Chu Fan with a cold face, and her tone did not have the slightest warmth:
"This book was specially asked by my dad to get it for you, and you haven't moved a page for almost half a month, what do you mean?"
Chu Fan opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
The air seemed to freeze, and he could feel the restraint of the fire in the other party's tone.
"What do you say, are you dumb?"
Song Zhiyao's voice was a little colder, his brows furrowed, he stood with his hands around his chest, and the sharp aura of the policewoman on his body was fully opened, which made Chu Fan's breath stagnate.
He really doesn't know how to explain. Could it be that I want to say - your husband is actually not your husband, he is a criminal police officer who has been reborn?
If you say this, you must not be taken for appraisal as a mental illness on the spot?
Just when the atmosphere was stiff, a gentle voice sounded from the end of the corridor:
"What's wrong? Speak so loudly? "
Shen Rulan came over, her eyes first swept over Chu Fan, who had a stiff face, and then fell on Song Zhiyao's face with a cold expression, although her tone was gentle, but with an unquestionable reprimand:
"Xiaofan didn't come back after get off work, and you forced him like this? Books won't grow wings and fly again. "
She said, slowly approached, stood beside Chu Fan, changed her tone, and laughed softly:
"Don't take it to heart, his dad is the kind of person who admits death, he has been like this since he was young, hard, and doesn't listen to anything."
After saying that, she held Chu Fan's wrist smoothly, as if taking him away, but the fingertips gently slid on his skin - with a layer of delicate warmth.
Chu Fan was startled, and his Adam's apple rolled gently.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Zhiyao's brows tightening a little more, but the corners of his mouth raised a smile.
Shen Rulan stood sideways in front of him and smiled softly:
"Let's go, go downstairs and have a cup of hot tea, your dad should smoke and stop the fire for a while."
...
The living room was softly lit, and the kettle on the coffee table was still steaming.
Shen Rulan gently let go of Chu Fan's hand, poured him a cup of hot tea, and put it in his hand.
"Your dad does speak a little heavier."
She sat down, her voice soft, "But he is a knife-mouthed, tofu heart." "
She didn't sit upright, but naturally leaned against the side of the sofa, her legs gently folded, and the smoky purple silk skirt slid down the base of her thighs, clinging to the crook of her legs, outlining the soft and rounded line between her calves and knees.
Chu Fan lowered his head to take the tea, and just caught a glimpse of the corner of the skirt slightly higher, and a white and tender skin tone on the inside quietly peeked out from the seam of the skirt, and he could even see the silhouette of the silk when it was close to the flesh.
He quickly lowered his head and whispered, "I didn't take it to heart." "
"You have suffered a lot in the past few years,"
Shen Rulan continued, saying slowly, "If it were another man, I would have left long ago." "
"Zhiyao doesn't say it, but he actually recognizes you in his heart."
When she looked sideways at him as he spoke, the fabric on her chest gently twisted an arc, the thin silk material wrapped around the contour of her chest, the lines were taut, and the lace border was faintly visible.
Chu Fan's eyes jumped, only to feel that the cup of tea in his hand was getting hotter and hotter, as if even his palms were oozing with fine sweat.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Shen Rulan smiled, reached out and patted him on the knee: "Don't worry, with me here, I won't let you suffer." "
The hand fell just on the inside of his knee, through the fabric, but it was warm and soft, and the fingertips moved, almost grazing the nerves at the base of his thighs.
Chu Fan breathed tightly and straightened his back suddenly.
As if she didn't notice, she got up to pour water, leaned over, the hem of her skirt suddenly pressed against her buttocks, and the outline of the pair of plump and round snow buttocks was suddenly covered with silk, and even the corners of her underwear were clearly pulled out, trembling and shaking in front of his eyes.
"Home is not a place to work, nor is it an interrogation room."
She turned her back to him and said in a gentle tone, "People are under the eaves, sometimes bow their heads, and they are not ashamed." "
Chu Fan looked at her back in a daze, and his heart seemed to be blocked by fire.
After Shen Rulan finished pouring water, she turned around and put the tea cup in front of Chu Fan. She didn't sit back down immediately, but slowly sat down beside him, leaning forward slightly.
"I know you weren't from this circle before,"
Her voice was soft, the fragrance of tea mixed with the body fragrance on her body, and it poured into Chu Fan's nasal cavity lightly,
"Civil servants sound decent, but in fact they have the most rules."
As she spoke, her body leaned forward slightly, and the smoky purple silk dress slid down her body, and the fabric on her chest gently hung out a triangular gap, and the outline of the breast flesh inside was clearly pressed, and a pink areola corner had been strangled by the neckline, almost exposed.
Chu Fan sat up straight, his face as calm as possible, but the roots of his ears were slightly red, and his eyes never dared to fall.
"How about this-"
Shen Rulan suddenly raised her hand, straightened the crooked collar on his chest, her voice lowered, but her tone was still gentle, "You really don't know how to learn, Mom, drag a relationship, find someone to teach you?" "
Chu Fan just wanted to reply, but he heard a "click" - Shen Rulan lowered her head and bent down and took out a folder from under the coffee table.
At that moment, her entire upper body fell down, her waist was bent extremely low, her chest fell completely, her silk neckline slid down, the pair of snow-white and plump breasts were directly pressed against the table, the soft flesh was strangled and deformed, the cleavage was stretched and sunk deep into the shadows, and even the bumps of her nipples were clearly held up by the tightly attached fabric, trembling slightly.
Chu Fan sat even more stiffly, and even his breathing began to become irregular.
She didn't seem to notice, handed him the information, and said in a very calm tone: "This is a collection of key questions that your father asked someone to sort out, don't let him work in vain." "
"Thank you..." Chu Fan's voice was a little dry.
Shen Rulan looked at him, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and suddenly she seemed to remember something, and when she got up, her feet shook lightly, her whole body was tilted, and her soft body almost fell into his arms.
The silk skirt was close to her round buttocks, the whole skirt was pulled up an inch, and the line marks of the panties behind the skirt were clearly visible, like a seductive arc under the light, and even the buttock groove between the buttocks was tightly wrapped, shaking gently with the movement of her body.
"Oops..."
She gently held his shoulder and stood firm, put one hand on his lap, lowered her head and smiled, "Mom is old, she can actually slip her feet, it's really embarrassing." "
Chu Fan's back tightened, and he almost didn't dare to move.
But Shen Rulan's hand still fell on his knee and did not move away, and the warm and delicate palm was close to the inside of his pants, and he could feel the scorching temperature through the fabric.
Shen Rulan exhaled softly, as if she didn't notice that he was tense at all, and her tone was as soft as ever:
"Xiaofan, you have to accompany Zhiyao. She had a hard time when she was a child, and it was not easy to survive until now. "
"She doesn't act coquettishly, and she doesn't like to beg for help, and it's not easy to take the initiative to pick you up."
As he spoke, he suddenly withdrew his hand and looked up at him, his eyes were warm but there was a hint of imperceptibility:
"She doesn't know how to coax... If you really feel uncomfortable, don't really be a stuffy gourd. "
His tone was still like water, without any anger, and then he lowered his head and tidied up his skirt as if nothing had happened.
Under the seam of the skirt, a milky white panty edge slid over the base of the leg, and for a moment, Chu Fan saw a roar in his head.
She lowered her head and patted her knees, as if she was just sorting out her sitting posture, as if she hadn't noticed the exposure at that moment.
"Okay,"
She smiled and got up, "Aunt Qin has cooked, let's go eat!" "
After saying that, she turned around and walked to the restaurant, her silk skirt swaying against her buttocks, every step swaying like water waves, and under the round and tight curves, the seam shadow drawn out by the strangulation swayed under the light.
Chu Fan held the cup of tea that had already cooled down, his knuckles were pale and white, and he didn't move for a long time.