Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

After hesitating for only a few seconds, the other party took out a pistol from behind and pointed it at Lancer's half-exposed head.

Lancer was always smiling, and the expression on his face didn't change much.

The man frowned and his fingers tightened suddenly.

However, at this critical moment, there was a gunshot and the man was shot in the head.

Before he could take back the expression on his face, his whole body fell backwards, and even the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

Bomore put away his sniper, hid behind the window, and lightly touched the earphones with his fingers.

"Your young master is fine, how are you going to thank me?"

The phone was connected to a Bluetooth headset, and the person on the call was clearly Gin.

The man's calm voice said unhurriedly: "Focus on your mission and don't always think about asking for rewards."

"Oh, I've known for a long time that you are a guy who values ​​sex over friends."

"Can we be friends?"

"Hey..." Bomore was dissatisfied, but the conversation was quickly interrupted by the other party.

"Remember to take care of the aftermath and don't attract flies."

"learn."

Gin seemed to want to say something, and Bomore heard him remain silent for two seconds on the other end of the phone before hanging up.

Could it be that he wanted to ask about Lancer's condition but was too embarrassed to say it?

Bomore felt that his guess was very accurate and showed his white teeth.

Near the flower bed downstairs, Lancer put the dirty child on the bench and sat next to him, dangling the leg without a plaster and waiting for someone to deal with the aftermath.

Not long after, several people in white coats ran out from the hospital, carried the body onto a stretcher, and brought it into the hospital building.

Lancer looked up and saw that all the windows in the inpatient department were empty. Only the figure behind one window hurriedly hid behind it when he looked at it.

that is not……

"Lance, look up."

Bomore suddenly appeared in front of Lancer, holding a mobile phone in his hand, and the camera was focused on Lancer's face.

"Crack!"

The moment Lance raised his head, his phone took a photo of him.

Bomore looked at the screen of his phone and moved his fingers quickly, as if sending this photo to someone.

Lancer didn't know why, "Why are you filming me? Do you want to help me participate in the draft?"

"Of course it's to prevent a man who cares about you from worrying! His tone when he called me to ask me to cover you was so rude~ It didn't sound like he was asking for help."

Lancer's face flashed a bit unnaturally for a moment. "Really?"

"You're a puppy," Bomore assured him.

He sent the photo to Gin but received no response. Bomore put his phone in his pocket and looked at the hospital staff who were busy cleaning up the scene.

Lancer glanced at Bomore's dazzling white coat and asked, "What are you going to do with that man's body? What will you do if the police come?"

"rest assured."

Bomore smoothed his hair and took out a pair of glasses from somewhere and put them on himself. With his harmless smile, he seemed to be a doctor in this hospital.

"The police won't come."

The dirty clay baby made a couple of noises in agreement, and then was taken away by Bomore.

He was wearing a clean white coat, but he didn't mind the child being dirty at all. The little guy's shoes rubbed against his clothes, leaving many mud marks.

Lancer folded his arms quietly, but hesitated to speak.

Bomore saw through his thoughts at a glance and laughed: "They are all dirty, who is cleaner than the other?"

"..."

"Come on, little one, I'll take you to find your mother."

After Bomore left, Lancer seemed to remember something and looked around in shock.

"Where's my cat?!"

……

After witnessing all this, Amuro Toru closed the curtains again, and Kazami Yuya was too embarrassed to speak out on the hospital bed.

He waited until Toru Amuro turned around before he asked cautiously: "Mr. Fukitani, what was the movement outside just now...?"

When Toru Amuro raised his head, the smile from before returned to his face.

"It's just that a patient in a wheelchair seemed to have hit the flower bed and it turned over. It was too careless."

"is it?"

"You, please calm down and recuperate. The fact that you passed out at the investigation site due to overexertion during the joint investigation with the National Police Agency will make the other side laugh at us for years!"

Kazami Yuya's face turned red and he lowered his head in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fukitani..."

"I am leaving."

"Eh?" So fast?

When Kazami Yuya raised his head, he saw that Toruto Amuro had walked to the door of the ward and pulled the door handle.

Toru Amuro waved to him, "I'll see you again when I have time."

"Yes……"

Completely confused, Kazami Yuya waited for the door to close, then turned to look at the bouquet on the bedside table.

Did he really just come to send a bouquet of flowers? Not a word was mentioned about work.

Moreover, why does it look like there is one missing in the middle of this flower?

Wait a minute, if this is what Mr. Furitani did intentionally, then the meaning of the remaining nine sunflowers is...

Feng Jian Yu also searched for the corresponding flower language online, and was so scared that he almost went crazy with his head in his hands.

"Eternal...love?!"

What the hell is this!

Although there was quite a commotion outside, the CIA woman under surveillance didn't seem to notice it at all.

Her thoughts have been on that black cat these days.

The black cat has a collar around its neck and can move its hands and feet.

After a few days, the woman had figured out Lancer's activity time and pattern.

Although I occasionally see Lancer coming out of the hospital on the way to the rehabilitation department, or just returning to the ward from outside, most of the time I can still see him basking in the sun in the flower bed.

And every time they met, the black cat next to the young man would always jump on her and beg to be nuzzled and petted.

Because the young man is an outsider, the person who monitors her will not treat her any differently.

Finally, when he saw the woman rubbing the black cat's head with her hand through the towel, the young man smiled and said: "Since you like it so much, I will lend it to you temporarily and let it accompany you to do it." Rehabilitation training.”

The woman was stunned for a moment and secretly clenched her hands.

I saw Lancer looking out the door of the hospital and said: "Someone will come to see me today. I will wait for them here and stay longer. When you come back soon, just return the cat to me." .”

The black cat was trying to sell himself, lying motionless on her lap.

The person responsible for monitoring reluctantly and awkwardly refused: "Sir, this cat cannot..."

"You can go into the recovery room with the patient! I asked the doctor for his opinion before, and he agreed." Lancer interrupted them.

The two people looked at each other, "But..."

The air was silent for a moment, and Lancer sighed pretending to be helpless and said, "Forget it, I'd better take it away."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the woman gently opened his wrist.

"Just let it stay with me for a while and I will take good care of it."