Darkest Action

Qi Feng took off his apron, put on his coat, and quickly chased him out the door.The moment Liang Luo mentioned taking back the resources, his inner balance suddenly tilted.

Seeing the dispute come to an end, Meng Ran reminded An Lan: "Did you see that? Qi Feng can't rely on it at all. Power and results are what he pursues."

An Lan, who had been silent all this time, finally raised his head. He looked at Meng Ran, with a sarcastic light in his eyes, as if he was mocking Meng Ran, who had just said a useless nonsense to Qi Feng.

Suddenly, An Lan's stomach churned, and he immediately rushed to the washbasin. Accompanied by severe esophageal irritation, he vomited out the junk food he just ate.

Meng Ran followed into the bathroom, poured a glass of water and handed it to An Lan to rinse his mouth.An Lan finished vomiting, wiped her face with cold water, and still said nothing, went back to the bedroom barefoot, and lay down lazily on the bed.

The sound of cleaning came from the living room, it was Meng Ran who was cleaning up the overturned food.

An Lan lay on his side in bed, indifferent. Looking back on the past few months, eating and having sex were the daily necessities for him and Qi Feng.Every day, he would sit silently in front of Qi Feng to eat; every night, he would have sex with Qi Feng on the bed as if in love.

One night, after the climax, he suddenly asked Qi Feng: "Do you like it?"

Qi Feng was buried in his body, feeling overwhelmed, and heard him ask again: "This kind of An Lan, do you really like it?"

Qi Feng failed to get a positive answer to this question. He hugged An Lan to the top and let him ride on his waist. Then he bumped into each other viciously with his hips swinging, until the two ejaculated one after another exhausted.

Eat, make love, eat, make love...

For the past few months, An Lan, who lived in seclusion, had lived such a simple, mechanical, licentious life.

"Like an animal, so cheap."

An Lan closed her eyes and cursed secretly.After an unknown amount of time, he heard Meng Ran walk into the bedroom, took off his coat in front of the bed, and lay down beside him.Afterwards, Meng Ran stretched out his hand from behind and embraced An Lan in front of him. What he touched was an ordinary body without muscles.The owner of the body seems to have no senses, no response to everything around him.

"What exactly do you want?" Meng Ran's deep voice suddenly sounded from behind.

The next moment, he suddenly turned An Lan over, turned over to suppress his whole body, clasped his wrists from left to right, and locked him tightly under him.He asked him: "Drunk and dreaming every day, being pressed and fucked by someone... Is this what you want?"

An Lan's gaze slowly moved over, stared at Meng Ran who was just a few feet away, and smiled faintly: "Do you want to try too?"

Meng Ran pinched his cheek, forcing him to look directly at himself: "You are An Lan, you are the police god...you can't do this!"

The smile on An Lan's lips deepened: "You are, I am not."

Meng Ran suddenly lowered her head and leaned against An Lan tightly.His body was tight and muscular, with well-defined muscles and smooth lines, exuding a strong masculine beauty. His burning chest formed a sharp contrast with the thin figure underneath.

A strong heartbeat came from above, and it seemed to hit An Lan's chest again and again, making him suddenly feel a sense of déjà vu.Such a body, such body temperature, such a soul, such strength...that is exactly the past self.

Meng Ran started a long narration, and the words and phrases reached An Lan's ears, he said: "When you first came to give a speech at the police academy, I didn't know how much the apprentices below admired you. A benchmark for all of us."

He added: "It was you who gave me enlightenment and guidance, and made me stronger step by step."

He also said: "My best friend gave me his life. After he died, I will be the same as you are now, but I have come out, and you can do it too."

Suddenly, An Lan asked Meng Ran, "What if Qi Rui dies?"

Meng Ran above was taken aback when he heard the words, but An Lan didn't allow him to evade, and asked again: "If the dead person becomes Qi Rui, will you continue to carry out the Anne operation?"

After looking at each other for a long time, Meng Ran said, "I will."

Later, he added: "If there is such a day, I have to continue so that his sacrifice will not be in vain."

In an instant, An Lan let out a sneer, with a mockery of "standing and talking without back pain" written in his eyes.He suddenly thought of his parents and sister. His family members were all kind and pure. If they were still alive, they would definitely like He Qiyan very much.

Gradually, a thin man's figure appeared in front of An Lan's eyes. He looked submissive on the outside, but his mind was delicate and meticulous.He gave himself his whole heart, like a gentle moon, illuminating the boundless dark night he was walking on.

In An Lan's mobile phone, if you swipe down the communication between him and He Qiyan, all you can see is the same message on the right - if you are here, please reply me?

To An Lan, the news of He Qiyan was like a straw in the water, carrying all his hopes.However, there was no message from the left side, and this only hope was gradually shattered in the lingering time.

"Except for this body, I have nothing else for Qi Feng to squeeze." An Lan slightly raised his eyes and looked at Meng Ran, "You go, I have nothing to give you."

Meng Ran leaned against his forehead, and his tone was full of sincerity and compassion: "If you hate Qi Feng to the core, would you trust me once?"

In the following time, Meng Ran sat up and explained a plan to An Lan.He said that he is eager to leverage the progress of the entire Anne operation, so he must obtain greater power and recognition, and he must transfer all the overall planning and decision-making of the Southern District to himself.Meng Ran said that he did not leave Qi Feng for self-reliance.All he did was to speed up the process and rush out of this long, dark night.

"That set of formulas was delivered by He Dui at the risk of his life. It shouldn't be hidden." Meng Ran looked at An Lan on the bed, and asked directly: "Master, I can't wait any longer. I need your help, even if You refuse to come out of the mountain, but I must get that set of formulas."

After listening to this series of complaints, An Lan, who was lying on her back, turned her head to stare at Meng Ran who was beside the bed.His expression was still indifferent, and he asked lightly: "I am no longer a member of the Anne group, what does what you said have anything to do with me?"

"An Lan!" Meng Ran called the other party's full name, "After all, you are still willing to trust Qi Feng. Why don't you want to gamble on me? Only when I am in the position can I help you confirm He Qiyan's end Are you dead!"

Compared with the previous grand plan, An Lan's eyes finally lightened up slightly at the conditions Meng Ran put forward at this moment.He slowly sat up, looked directly at Meng Ran in front of him, and said quietly: "Now you really look like Qi Feng."