Sin Love Angel Chenxi Chapter

In the afternoon, the sun was too strong on the beach, Mo Fei took Angel's hand and went to the holiday house.

This seaside holiday house is very well built, especially there is a wooden bridge outside the house that extends to the sea.There is a wooden gazebo at the end of the wooden bridge, which has lounge chairs and soft cushions for lying on your stomach. On the wooden coffee table, fruits and drinks are prepared, and there are some rose petals dotted with it. It really is the treatment of a honeymoon suite.

A large part of the sun is blocked here, but the sea breeze is gentle, and the seagulls pass by without being disturbed by others. It is simply the best world for two.

Angel was lying on the soft cushion, hugging a pillow, and there were thick stacks of magazines in front of him, and he was flipping through them aimlessly.

Mo Fei was sitting beside him, holding a bottle of high-end sunscreen in his hand, looking at Angel, as if he was planning where to start.

Ace just lay down and took a nap, enjoying the sea breeze, his ears moved from time to time, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Mo Fei."

After a long time, Angel broke the silence first, "Are you going to put sunscreen on me through your clothes?

Mo Fei opened his mouth, "Uh..."

Angor turned his face to the side with his chin resting on his back, and looked back at Mo Fei.

Mo Fei lowered his head and leaned closer, pressed a kiss on his forehead, and said in a low voice, "It's open air here, and there's no sun, what should you do if you catch a cold?"

Angel made Mo Fei amused, put down the magazine, and sat up, "Then you don't catch a cold that easily, do you?"

Mo Fei blinked.

Angel reached out to take the bottle of sunscreen, and took off the sunglasses that were still on Ace's head, and put them on for Mo Fei.

Mo Fei seldom wore sunglasses before. When he lived with Angel, he always dressed very plainly. Black shirts, white shirts, sportswear, jeans, and formal suits were for funerals. He and Angel’s What they have in common is that both of them hate such things as ties.

Mo Fei’s clothes are actually not under Angel’s control. Angel complained about everyone’s taste in clothes, such as Aussie’s floral shirts, Jiuyi’s slim pants, Xia Brothers’ weird pajamas, and Shen Yi’s Wanwan. The same black coat year after year.It's just that he never expressed his opinion on Mo Fei's clothes, whether it was the cheap jeans and white sweater he wore when he first met Mo Fei, or the aristocratic outfit when he met Mo Fei...

Angel admired the look of Mo Fei's sunglasses and was very satisfied.

Mo Fei looked at Angel in a daze.

Angel pointed to the blanket, "Lie down."

Mo Fei lay down obediently. Angel tugged at his shirt, but he didn't pull it off twice. He sat aside and squinted at Mo Fei.

Mo Fei asked puzzled, "Do you want to hold your shirt?"

"How do you wipe it if you don't take it off? Take it off!" Angel raised his eyebrows.

The corner of Mo Fei's mouth twitched, "What if someone comes?"

Angel thought for a while, "Then take off your shirt."

Mo Fei was surprised—is it easy for Angel to compromise this time?

Angel felt—why let people look at Mo Fei casually.

Mo Fei sat up, took off his shirt, took off his glasses and put them aside, turned over and lay down on the blanket, casually flipped through the magazines Angel was reading just now, and found that they were all financial and fashion magazines, as well as a few gossip magazines , some enterprise edition journals.

Mo Fei also flipped through it casually, and asked Angel puzzledly, "Why do you read these? Does it have anything to do with the case?"

"I'm learning about high society." Angel held the sunscreen, looked at Mo Fei's wheat-colored back, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"High society?" Mo Fei was curious.

"Do you know what high society is?" Angel asked.

Mo Fei flipped through the magazines and asked with a smile, "Is there still a high society?"

Angor put down the sunscreen and reached out to massage Mo Fei's back.

Mo Fei felt as if he had been electrocuted the moment Angel's finger touched him, so he quickly turned to look at him, "What's wrong?"

"Massage first." Angel pointed to the explanatory text on the back of the sunscreen, "It's written on it, massage it and then apply it for better effect."

Mo Fei couldn't laugh or cry—to a certain extent, Angor was also a bit bookish... To be precise, it should be an artist's bookworm.

"Angel, it's not bad to live by the sea, we can come here more for vacation in the future." Mo Fei was obviously not interested in those magazines, and put them aside, heaved a long sigh of relief, Angel could feel the tenderness of his muscles Relax.

Angor squeezed here and there on Mo Fei's back, "massaging" as he wanted, and replied, "But there are people who hate this sea."

Mo Fei was puzzled, and looked back at Angel, "Why do you hate Hai?"

"It is the biggest killing machine in the world." Angel seemed to be tired from pressing, and simply lay on Mo Fei's back and leaned on his shoulder, "The people who die in its hands are worse than those who die in the hands of any butcher. need more."

Mo Fei looked at the sea in the distance, "That's right..."

"If someone died, would you sink his body into the bottom of the sea?" Angor asked.

Mo Fei was stunned, then shook his head, "No way."

"How will you deal with it?" Angel leaned on Mo Fei, closed his eyes and listened to the chirping of seagulls and the rhythm of the waves beating each other.

"Well, I think it's best to bury it deep in the ground, bury it in the cemetery, and leave a tombstone." Mo Fei replied, and then frowned, "Sea burial should be the method I will never choose."

"Why?" Angel opened his eyes with great interest, leaned his chin on Mo Fei's slightly undulating shoulder, and twirled his fingers around Mo Fei's long hair.

"I always feel that it's very pitiful to be alone in the deep sea, it's cold and lonely." Mo Fei said.

"It's not cold in the ground, isn't it lonely?" Angel asked.

"The cemetery will be better. I always feel that there are people coming and going, so I won't be so lonely." Mo Fei said.

Angel smiled, and lightly poked the back of Mo Fei's ear, "You can always grasp the key to things."

Mo Fei was stunned, then turned to look at Angel, "The key?"

Angel detoured all Mo Fei's long hair around one side of his neck, admiring the curvature of the other side's neck connecting his shoulders, stroking it with his fingers lightly, and said, "It feels like the sea."

Mo Fei simply turned over, put one hand on the back of his head, let Angel lie on his chest, and pinched his chin with the other hand, "My feeling about the sea is loneliness and cold."

Angel nodded, "Yes, so, no matter whether the woman who died was the lover who died in love or the lover who left first, she must be a lover, and she has a lover who can follow to death, right?"

Mo Fei nodded his tongue, but he was speechless and logical.

"Why do you throw your loved one into this lonely and cold deep sea?" Angel asked.

Mo Fei was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "You said what I said earlier was the main point, so they don't like the cemetery and the excitement of people coming and going?"

Angel smiled, and took Mo Fei's hand to wrap his arms around him, "I hate people! The people around me, including themselves."

Mo Fei frowned slightly, inexplicably thinking of himself from a long time ago.

"The bottom of the sea is indeed lonely, so lonely that I completely cut off all possible contact with other people." Angel whispered, "Why do you hate people so much?"

"Because people are sinful." Mo Fei said to himself, "I am also sinful. I would rather choose this deep sea. Apart from hating the people around me, I also hate myself. The sea water is clean and can wash away all sins. The person who wrote that note People, hate the people around you and hate yourself."

Angel nodded, "But it's very strange, the blue wishing bottle."

"The wishing bottle symbolizes hope." Mo Fei nodded, "The note is despair, and the bottle is hope. This is a contradiction."

"It's not contradictory at all." Angel smiled, "The note itself is the hope of the wishing bottle."

Mo Fei blinked, "Huh?"

Angel turned over, held Mo Fei's face in both hands, and said, "Two people love each other, and each is the other's hope. If one dies, the other will be in despair."

Mo Fei opened his mouth, "So..."

"One person makes another person wait, expressing a kind of fetter and care." Angel smiled, "People who love each other will not say goodbye to each other, they will say see you tomorrow, see you later, see you when, wait for me Ah, wait for me to come back, wait for you to come back..."

"I want to die with the person who sank to the bottom of the sea first." Mo Fei said, "But the sea water is flowing, even if you jump from the same place, the corpses will not snuggle together so coincidentally..."

"Don't be afraid." Angel smiled, "Even if the body is washed away to another place, disappears, is found, no matter what happens, it doesn't matter."

Mo Fei didn't understand, "Why?"

"Because there is a bond." Angel said, "They have been together forever."

"Bond... a note?" Mo Fei didn't want to understand, why are they already together?

"It's hope." Angel poked Mo Fei's chin, laughing at his honesty, "I am your hope, and you are also my hope."

Mo Fei was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sat up with a "huh" and said, "There are two wishing bottles! They have been exchanged! They will be together forever! 'Wait for me' is just a concept of time! It has nothing to do with distance or space. !"

Angel smiled, reached out for a magazine that was casually put aside just now, opened it to a certain page, and pointed it out to Mo Fei.

Mo Fei saw that the page Angor turned to was a photo of a celebrity reception.Apparently, the photo was taken randomly, and a random angle was chosen to capture many celebrities toasting at the reception.

What Angel was referring to was an extremely hidden corner.

There, with his back to the camera, stood a man, judging from his height and posture, he should be a young man.He stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, hidden behind many passing people, holding a glass of champagne in his hand, as if he was about to drink it.

Mo Fei saw that Angel was pointing at his hand.

He was slipping his hands into the pockets of his suit trousers, which happened to be captured on camera.

This is a detail that would never be noticed under normal circumstances!Because in such a random magazine, such a random photo, in such a blurry picture, it can be seen that the man has a small blue bottle on his wrist that is exposed outside the shirt.The little bottle was tied to a black tie that was looped twice around the wrist.

Mo Fei took out the photo of the wishing bottle for comparison, and it was almost the same. Although...every one of this style of wishing bottle should be the same, but at such a celebrity reception, this cheap decoration , still seems out of place.

Mo Fei opened his mouth slightly, looking at Angel.

"He should be drinking." Angel looked at the picture with great interest, "Looking at the shape of his trouser pocket, he should put his mobile phone in his pocket, and the wishing bottle at that position is closest to the mobile phone...toast again , looking into the distance... to celebrate with my lover in the deep blue."

It was only then that Mo Fei noticed that through that window, he could see the sea in the dark night in the distance.

Mo Fei was stunned, "So, he wrote that note..."

"Guess, he asked her to wait, what is he going to do? Is there anything more important than dying for love, and it needs to be put on hold before leaving?" Angel smiled faintly, "The simplest reasoning is that his lover was murdered .”

"He wants revenge..." Mo Fei sighed.

Angel nodded, "Then, for an Avenger, what news is there to celebrate?"

"The news of the enemy's death." Mo Fei said, "Just check when the reception was held, and whoever died at this time, that person is his enemy."

"Or one of the enemies." Angel shrugged slightly.

"One?" Mo Fei was surprised.

"If he has finished his revenge, he should go to the sea to drink." Angel said, "not there, but what is certain is that there are no enemies of him in this reception, so it can be seen... the rest of his enemies Probably not too many."

"Angel, why did you think there would be..." Mo Fei couldn't understand where Angel's thinking started, "It's just a chance?"

"Half and half, because there are no fingerprints on the note, and the handwriting is slightly stiff." Angel said lightly, "Writing is like a painting, and every stroke reveals the emotions of the writer. Only by suppressing the emotions will you let yourself Stiff. The person I love the most is dead, but I can also meticulously wipe off fingerprints, erase all clues, and leave these handwritings to show that he is serious."

"Really..."

"There is nothing more terrifying in this world than a person who is desperate for his life. At this time, the person is no longer a person, but a ghost, a vengeful ghost." Angel said, flicking the fashionable book where celebrities gather. Magazine, "Besides, there should be nothing more hateful than doing dirty things in the upper class, so if you try your luck from this angle, you will have good luck."

Mo Fei looked at Angel.

Angor raised his face and said with a smile, "Praise me."

Mo Fei smiled, "You are the light and I am the shadow."

Angor blinked.

"You are also my hope." Mo Fei put his arms around Angel, "The only reason for my existence."

"Slightly nasty." Angel leaned on Mo Fei's shoulder and put his arms around his waist, "One more compliment."

"You are the sea and I am the dead body in the sea." Mo Fei continued.

Angel narrowed his eyes, "Did I make you cold and make you lonely?"

Mo Fei smiled, "Even if you make me cold and lonely, you are my only home."

Angel clapped his hands gracefully and praised, "Your literature teacher is good."

"It's a pity that I was sent to prison by you." Mo Fei raised an eyebrow, "I could have let her teach me how to write love poems."

Angel was amused by him and laughed, and put his arms around his neck...

Just when Mo Fei was about to give Angel an affectionate kiss, suddenly, someone shouted in the distance, "So you two are here!"

Mo Fei frowned and looked up, only to see Wu Qiang running over in a panic.

After he found magazines and sunscreen just now, Angor said he wanted to eat mangoes, sent him away, and fought with Mo Fei here.

When Wu Qiang returned to the beach, there were Angel and Mo Fei. He threw mangoes all over the world and finally found them...

When Wu Qiang ran across the long pontoon bridge and saw Angel and Mo Fei hugging each other, he opened his mouth in shock, "You..."

Angel looked up at the sky disappointedly.

Mo Fei lowered his head slightly, and picked up the sunglasses that he had put aside just now.

"Mo Fei, what do you look like? You have no sense of shame...you...poof." Before Wu Qiang finished speaking, Mo Fei picked up the magazine just now, threw it directly, and slapped him on the face.

Wu Qiang was photographed with staring eyes, and sat down on the ground.

Angel looked at Mo Fei in surprise.

Mo Fei stood up, his movements were unhurried, with the charm of a grown man.

He picked up the shirt, took Angel's hand with the other hand, pulled him to stand up, and walked outside.

"The clues have been found."

When walking past Wu Qiang, Mo Fei looked down at him from above, and said in a low tone, neither fast nor slow, "Do you think I'm still the same Mo Fei from before?"

Wu Qiang rubbed his red face, covered the bridge of his nose, looked at Mo Fei in horror, and couldn't speak for a while.

"Next time you want to find me, you can call first. Also, please be polite, I hate rude and noisy people." After speaking, he took Angel's hand and left.

Angel was dragged forward by Mo Fei in a daze, and when he reached the middle of the wooden bridge, he suddenly looked up at Mo Fei, "Fei Fei, you are so handsome!"

Mo Fei couldn't laugh or cry as he looked at Angor, who didn't know whether he was praising him or trying to squeeze him, put his arms around his shoulders, bowed his head and kissed the top of his head lightly.

Wu Qiang sat blankly on the spot, looking at the two people who were gradually walking away.

Ace walked past him, took a few steps, looked back at him, then chased Mo Fei and Angor in front, and walked around in front of them from behind. Angor touched its head.

After a long time, Wu Qiang stood up, holding the magazine in his hand, and felt for the first time that he might be really old and confused, so old that he thought that teenagers would never grow up.That crazy cub has already turned into an adult ferocious beast, its fangs can tear the opponent's throat at any time, it is really stupid to treat him like a cub again.