My Man, Just a Face?

Chapter Three

When Freya left the public security bureau, the fog had dropped.

From time to time, a few small insects and birds chirped, and there was no trace in the foggy morning.

Freya was carrying a bag of hot soup packets with one in her mouth. For her, who stayed up all night, she couldn't tell whether it was breakfast or supper.

Several dark blue buildings in the community where she lives seem to melt into white fog, and only a few glass windows can faintly see the stars.

When I got home, I ate all the soup packets and fell asleep. Years of criminal police work have made her accustomed to the life of day and night upside down. If she handles important cases, it is normal to stay awake for two or three days at the most tense time.

So once she can touch the bed, she will fall asleep without saying anything. Cherish all the rest of the time, maybe the next second will be a death call, and she will go to work again.

As now, there are less than three hours left for her to sleep, and then she will get up and go to work.

What's terrible comes from a series of phone calls, so that three hours of sleep time will shrink-

After ringing tirelessly several times, Freya finally opened her heavy eyelids and took the phone to answer with a straight face. Her voice was slightly hoarse: "Huh?"

When I heard it, I was excited: "Sister!"

"..........." Freya closed her eyes again.

Freya was called by her second uncle's cousin: Olivia.

Olivia heard the fatigue in Freya's voice and was surprised: "Sister, did you just sleep again?"

"Well ..."

"Lying in the trough!" Olivia was speechless for a few seconds. "You have already been transferred! How did you go to the police station and work overtime all night like the criminal police? Do what? Is your superior leader catching you and keeping busy? "

"Feed! You're right ... "Freya turned over discontentedly, and her voice was a little flat." If you must vent your dissatisfaction with me, you can use the word' drain'. But in fact, the leader is not' squeezed'. No matter where I am transferred, I am still a police officer. "

Olivia knew that the theory with Freya, a workaholic, was unclear, so she simply changed the topic: "Well, Yu Jinghua, when are you going to meet the little white-collar worker my father mentioned last time?"

　　Freya：“…………”

"Last night, I went to our grandparents' house, and my grandmother also took me to educate me. So far, my sister has not helped you find Mr Right-"

Then Olivia learned from Grandma Yu's tone: "Olivia? We have a good appearance and a good job. How can we not have a family at this age, huh? You should enlighten her more and think more about the rest of your life. We Freya work so hard that the country does not consider assigning Freya a good family. "

　　Freya：“…………”

"Elder sister, I support you!" Olivia (turned, "fortunately, the country didn't give you distribution, with your beauty, just find a smelly man to marry. That is poverty alleviation! Poverty alleviation! "

Freya got a headache from Olivia, so she couldn't sleep at all. She picked up the alarm clock on the bedside table and saw that it was almost time, so she rubbed her forehead and sat up.

Olivia is still talking to Kan on the other end of the phone: "First, you must find a handsome guy! Don't say that you are so handsome, you have to be right with you at least! "

Freya choked back: "Where can I find a handsome guy?"

"Little white-collar worker!" Olivia got excited and went back to today's topic. "I have seen photos. The little white-collar worker is very handsome. Except for the star on TV, I guarantee that he is the best-looking man you have ever seen!"

Olivia, this sentence successfully reminds Freya of someone.

The man who was arrested by her last night.

She knew he couldn't be the criminal of the serial robbery, but she arrested a stalker by mistake.

He was at the interrogation table, and he generously admitted that he was following her.

A man with a criminal record is following her ...

But there is no denying that his face looks like a textbook.

Compared with Ivor, she has no expectations for what Olivia calls a little white-collar worker: "The best-looking man? That's impossible! I saw a "textbook" yesterday, and it was all "textbooks" from the hair from the head to the fingertips ... "

"................ Do you want to see it? Sorry, comrade Olivia, I can't find him either. Goodbye, I have to go to work! After successfully arousing Olivia's interest, Freya hung up the phone with a bad smile.

After grooming, Freya opened the curtains in the living room. Through the glass, you can see that the vegetation in the green area downstairs is covered with a shiny water color.

The fog at night really brought long-lost heavy rain, and people could finally escape from the steamer in midsummer.

Specially put on non-slip shoes, Freya arrived at the entrance of the building. As soon as she pushed it away, the intermittent rain broke in and fell on her face like a broken bead.

Freya quickly opened the umbrella.

The world in the rain is very vague, but it washes away the heavy dust and is particularly clear.

There are not many pedestrians in the community, even if it is later than Freya's time to go out, it is still too early for ordinary office workers, not to mention the heavy rain today.

She turned to the nearest intersection in front of the building, looked around and saw a figure in a place where green plants were flourishing.

The other person sat on the flower bed like a sculpture.

Freya froze.

Just a silhouette can remind her of his name immediately.

People who are probably too perfect have the ability to be willful and unforgettable.

He ...?

Tracked it to her door?

In a few seconds, Freya quickly speculated for several reasons in her mind, and finally she seemed to come to a conclusion.

She slowly lifted her long legs.

Ivor's closed eyes suddenly opened.

Because the heavy rain that was just hitting his face was blocked.

The eye is light green trousers, looking up bit by bit along the trouser leg-

He saw the person who gave her an umbrella. The short wet hair was cleverly draped over her forehead, and a few drops of rain beads slid down her cheeks and neck and slowly slipped into her collar.

As if teasing him, more like a provocation:

-envy me? Jealous of me? What do you dream of? I'm one step ahead!

Ivor looked straight into Freya's eyes and waited for a while.

He has been afraid to think about how hot his eyes are now.

Of course Freya felt it, too.

She smiled gently, and her voice was partly drowned by the heavy rain: "Why don't you go home?"

Ivor is stupefied.

She knew that he had been waiting for her downstairs?

Freya looked at Ivor's chest. "Because of your clothes."

A simple black suit and black pants are exactly the same as last night.

"Sir, do you have any difficulty?" Freya took some money out of his pocket. "I know that you have just been released from prison, and it will take some time to adapt to society. It is best to ask your family to help you. If it is really inconvenient for you to go home, you can also go to the police station and the Public Security Bureau to find the police. As long as it is within a reasonable range, we will try our best to help you. You must remember that if you are in trouble, ask the police and say, don't go back again-"

Because of the occupational disease of the police and the sense of social justice and mission brought by this profession, Freya took pains to care for Ivor.

"You should take this money for an emergency first, which is enough for you to find a small place to stay and eat."

Freya held an umbrella in one hand, took Ivor's hand in the other, and stuffed several bills in her hand into each other's palms.

Freya just pulled out her fingertips after filling the money, and almost at the same time, her hand was tightly held by the other party.

Freya frowned slightly, quite sternly: "Sir!"

It was her right hand that Ivor held, and the one that went up was to make her step down from the Interpol post. Her right arm was badly injured and she didn't use force.

The countless words that I want to talk about swirled around Ivor's throat. Finally, he only said a word gently: "Is your arm okay?"

Freya: "Let go of my hand first."

"You let out a cry of pain last night." Ivor ignored Freya's dissatisfaction. "Your arm isn't well yet, is it? Will it still hurt now? We must go to the hospital! "

Freya glared at Ivor and said slowly, "Let it go! Open! "

Ivor tried harder, as if to hold Freya's hand for life: "Go to the hospital!"

"Let go!" Freya suddenly threw away her umbrella, and her left hand quickly reached her waist. Before she touched it, she was held down by Ivor's other hand-

"Want to draw a g*n again?" Ivor's smile shone in the rain. "Yesterday was the case, but today you will be punished if you draw your g*n again ..."

Freya's hands are both controlled by each other, so she gritted her teeth and wanted to get into her legs.

Just as she got on her leg, Ivor stood up and dodged the first time.

The second kick hit Ivor's thigh, and he ate it firmly, kneeling directly in front of her.

Freya tried to kick for the third time, but Ivor ran past her thigh and hugged her from behind.

His deep voice lingered in Freya's ear: "Go to the hospital!"

"You are assaulting a police officer!"

"You didn't wear a police uniform, not-"

After that, Freya was picked up by Ivor.

"I just want to know what your arm is like."

"It's none of your business!"

Freya put her arm around Ivor's neck, trying to force him to let her go.

But after Ivor took a few steps, Freya seemed to have been poked in the pause button.

Because he said, "Listen to me, Freya."