Alternative Rival

Nail raised his arm and punched a heavy uppercut, and slammed the opponent to the ground. The man wanted to resist, but a cold and cold dagger was pressed against his throat. The tall and thin man with a clear face had eyes full of blood. Full of malice, he actually frightened the "bad guy" for a while.

"Live or die?"

The man hesitated.

Nail wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his empty hand, and rolled his tongue as a simple disinfection. When he raised his hand to look at the terminal, it was already past nine o'clock.He listened carefully, and indeed he didn't hear any movement, not even a trace of commotion from the crowd.

Has it been resolved?

On time, Zhao Qingge's perennially indifferent voice came from the earphones: "Close the team and go straight back to the helicopter."

When the nail knocked him out, tied him up and dragged him to the helicopter in the outskirts, everyone else had almost arrived. He looked around, but he didn't see Bo Jue and Zhao Qingge. When he asked others, they also shook their heads.

The two of them arrived last, and Zhao Qingge's complexion was not good, which was normal, she had a stinky face no matter how well she completed the task, what was abnormal was that Bo Jue also had a serious face, the others glanced at each other, and someone bumped into her After hitting the nail, Nail covered his nose and cleared his throat with a "cough, cough, cough", jumped over like a nimble monkey, patted Bo Jue on the shoulder, and said, "Ha, why are you still crying when the task is completed? Is the team leader injured? gone?"

Bo Jue shoved him back: "Fuck you, go do your work, are everyone locked up?"

Nail patted his chest to assure the ticket: "Locked, tight and tight!"

Bo Jue put on a half-smile: "Why don't you look after it's locked?"

Nail: "I'm not in charge of watching people. Someone is watching from behind."

Zhao Qingge said: "Replace the person, and you will take care of it this time."

Bo Jue shrugged at him: "This is your business, isn't it?"

nail:"……"

I don't know who laughed "噗" from behind, gloating, Nail turned his head and stared at him: "You're all fucking laughing! Let me alone take the blame!" After speaking, he walked back with heavy footsteps, and the replaced person It is also clear on the face, it is not surprising that the famous blame man took his place. .

Zhao Qingge sat in the cabin, under the eyes of everyone asking, he made a decision and said: "The matter is settled, everyone can rest assured."

Then everyone started chatting in low voices.

She kept one hand hidden in her pocket and never took it out. After handling everything by herself, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. The two returned to the dormitory of the third department together. He hurriedly grabbed the suitcase in the corner that he hadn't packed yet, and took out the iodine and bandages for disinfection from the medicine box inside.

Zhao Qingge found a chair to sit on.

Bo Jue came over with the tool, squatted down, and ordered: "Hand."

Zhao Qingge obediently took out her right hand that was put in her pocket. After a simple treatment of her hand, Bo Jue removed the blood-stained bandage, revealing several bloodstains on the palm and five fingers, oozing fine blood beads. Looking at her hands, she stood up suddenly, and ran to find the wet wipes for wiping blood. She said, "It's in the lower right corner of the white suitcase, it's in the innermost corner." Bo Jue found something and ran back .

Unwrap the wipes, help her carefully wipe the area other than the wound, and then use a cotton swab dipped in iodine to disinfect, and ask every two seconds on average: "Does it hurt?"

Zhao Qingge said, "It hurts."

Bo Jue relaxed his movements a little: "Does it hurt?"

Zhao Qingge still said: "It hurts." He gasped in pain.

Bo Jue looked up at her helplessly: "I don't know if it's real pain or fake pain when you're like this, it's hard to control the strength."

Zhao Qingge raised her chin with his idle left hand and looked into her eyes: "Maybe a kiss won't hurt."

Bo Jue got up and kissed her.

"Does it hurt?"

"It still hurts."

"Another kiss?"

"Well, I don't know how to solve it this time, maybe? The kiss just now seemed to have some effect."

Bo Jue got up again, put his hands on the back of the chair behind her, smiled and kissed her.

"Does it hurt?"

Zhao Qingge couldn't help but said it hurt, but his expression was relaxed, he didn't even bother to pretend, Bo Jue held up her other hand, pecked lightly on the back of her hand, and said: "Okay, don't make trouble, come back and give me a hand." You buy candy."

Zhao Qingge felt that she was extremely cute at this moment.

In the past, she felt that love was just a kind of icing on the cake, and it was no big deal if she didn't have it. She once asked Bo Jue if she would like to make the icing on the cake for her. She didn't know how this woman agreed, did she think it was a gift?How could she agree?Zhao Qingge once asked Bo Jue this question, but it was several years later, and Bo Jue couldn't remember what he was thinking at the time. If it was now, Zhao Qingge still only had a little love for her, and she might have to Jumping up and down in anger, he must eat people alive.

"Probably, I was completely hopeless at that time, and I felt that there was a little hope, and after you accepted me, I would definitely be able to turn your piece of hardened steel into soft fingers with the degree of shamelessness. As expected, I will kill you that night. Here it is, hahaha, I'm amazing! Why can't you resist the temptation so much, why don't I just take off my pants and seduce you! Weak willpower! No integrity!" These are Bo Jue's later words.She said it on the bed at that time, and the result was that she was pressed down on the spot and dealt with it several times. By the way, she experienced what it means to be truly "weak-willed" and "unscrupulous", and she was also recorded. Bo Jue Didn't look up for days.

Before encountering love, one always feels that it is just a branch line of life. After encountering it, it will gradually deviate from the track you imagined, and "make progress" step by step. It will subtly and silently wait for you When I realized it, I suddenly realized that so many of them were hers.It’s her who laughs and scolds, it’s her who is gentle and considerate, it’s her who is calm and solemn, it’s her who opens its eyes, it’s her when it closes, it’s her when you look at her, and it’s her when you’re not around... It’s strange, I can’t use any rational data to calculate it.

Bo Jue raised her head inadvertently, and seeing Zhao Qingge laughing hard at her, she couldn't help but also smiled, and asked, "Why are you looking at me smiling?"

"I'm laughing..." Zhao Qingge naturally wouldn't tell her, "Because I suddenly feel that I love you very much", so he said with a crooked smile, "My right hand is hurt, I can only work hard on you tonight."

Bo Jue scolded her: "What time are you still thinking about this kind of thing!"

"Good time, I'll be fine after the report is over, just do something you like."

Bo Jue was so choked by her that she couldn't speak, she opened her mouth two or three times, and finally gritted her teeth and said, "You don't even look at our bed."

"Anyway, I'm down here, and I don't mind a duet with it."

"I don't mind!" Bo Jue said, "Your voice is so low, the screams from the bed can easily be covered."

Zhao Qingge nodded his chin, and said clearly: "So you don't want to do it because you are worried about this."

Bo Jue: "Who said I don't want to?!"

Zhao Qingge showed a triumphant smile, took out his housekeeper's skills, and said: "You still think about it, when is this, you still think about this kind of thing, just think about it, don't say it, I will Say it and you still accuse me."

Bo Jue: "...can I hit you?"

"Yes, you can see how many marks and bites I have on my back."

Bo Jue: "..."

I can't talk today!I am so pure!I don't even want to suggest doing it on the table, on the chair, in the bathroom, on the floor where there will be no creaking noises!

Zhao Qingge said: "I can tell from your eyes..."

"What did you see?" Bo Jue was startled. Could it be that his own mental activities could also be seen?She obviously didn't use spiritual power to communicate with her mind!

Zhao Qingge smiled and said, "Your eyes are beautiful, with beautiful curves, especially when you lower your eyes. Did you secretly draw eyeliner?"

"Didn't I go out with you for an emergency gathering in the early morning? How can I have time to draw eyeliner?"

Zhao Qingge looked at her carefully for a while, and said strangely: "Why is it so beautiful without a painting?"

Bo Jue stopped talking, and the corners of her mouth couldn't stop twitching, Zhao Qingge stretched out his hand to pinch her earlobe.

She has heard compliments many times, most of them are from others, and a small part is from Zhao Qingge. In recent years, she has been praised more and more times, but every time she hears it, her heart beats faster, and her heart beats faster than kissing. I don't know what kind of psychology this is, maybe she often praises her specifically to make her feel that she is being watched and loved all the time.

Afterwards, Zhao Qingge didn't tease her anymore. On the one hand, it was enough to see her keep her head down and couldn't help laughing. On the other hand, she had to free up her brain space to think about other things.

"Okay." Bo Jue showed her her beautiful but slightly exaggerated right hand. She only scratched a few shallow cuts, and she didn't even have to go to the infirmary, but she was bandaged as if her limb was amputated. Seriously, the whole right palm has become a round ball, and the bow tie can't stop the clumsy style of painting. Reporting tasks like this should not scare the officer to death.

But at this moment...

Zhao Qingge raised his right ball, greeted her up and down, imitating the voice of a child in the cartoon and said, "Hello, I'm Yuanyuan from Yuanyuanxing, where is my good friend Bianbian?"

"Bianbian" laughed like a dog.