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Gilbert sat up and threw the blanket on the sofa that had just fallen asleep, "I really shouldn't be drinking, it caused my uncle to be kicked out of bed by the young master, and he fell to the ground while sleeping on the sofa. It's too bad luck." .Damn little Japan."

Gilbert looked at the bedroom door, thinking of Roderich inside, he couldn't help licking his lips. He found a small piece of wire in the room, bent and folded it a few times, came to the bedroom door, and bent the folded wire. The good wire was inserted into the keyhole, and after turning it lightly a few times, the door opened with a "click".

Gilbert tiptoed to the bed: Roderich was lying on his side, wrapped in a quilt, dreaming soundly.

"Hehehe, the night attack was successful." Gilbert got into the quilt triumphantly and hugged Roderich into his arms.

"Mr. Big Stupid, are you back?" Roderich, who was awakened by Gilbert, turned over, completely forgetting that Gilbert, who came home drunk, was punished to sleep on the sofa in the living room by himself.

"Ah, ah," God helped me, "Yes, no matter how busy I am at work, I will go home to accompany the young master. It's too late to come back tonight. I promise that I won't do it in the future." Kiel Bert said while taking off Roderich's pajamas, well, the young master is awake anyway, and a spring night is worth a thousand dollars.

"No, Mr. Big Stupid, I'm sleepy." Roderich complained, but did not resist.

"Sleep right away, I'm going to sleep with the young master after I'm done."

[There is a kind of contrast called "Happiness makes the night shorter, loneliness hates longer."]

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Roderich was woken up by the sound of pots and pans ping-pong. He opened his eyes tiredly, but Gilbert was not around.He slowly found pajamas from the corner of the bed and put them on, then fumbled for glasses from the bedside table, and staggered out of the bedroom.

"Mr. Big Stupid, what are you doing?"

"Ah! Ah!! Wait a minute, young master, don't come here, you go wash up first, and then come to the kitchen later, my uncle is preparing a loving breakfast for you."

This is breakfast of love. Roderich, who was refreshed after taking a bath, was sitting at the dining table in full dress, with blue veins protruding from his forehead:

"Mr. Big Stupid, these ingredients are not only wasted by you, they are simply dead without a place to die!"

"Really? My uncle thinks it's not bad." Gilbert forked a lump called scrambled egg and stuffed it into his mouth... "It's delicious, my uncle's craftsmanship is simply amazing. Overtake the young master..."

Gilbert still put off his fork and sprinted towards the bathroom.

"Oh." Roderich poured a glass of water, walked into the bathroom, and patted the back of Gilbert who was choking his throat against the toilet bowl, "Drink some water."

"Hey, hey, hey, my uncle... will definitely be able to make delicious and beautiful food." Gilbert took the water and gulped it down in one gulp.

"By the way, where's Ludwig's child?" Rodriguez said by the door frame, "I haven't heard you mention him. How is he doing now?"

"Dead." Gilbert sat on the ground with his arms and legs spread out.

"Dead? How could it be? How did you die?" Roderich grabbed the door frame tightly.

"He was sent by Brazinski to infiltrate the Vargas family, and he succeeded, so this land became the property of the Brazinski family, and Assi was exposed, and it became a vent for the Vargas family A living target."

"I always thought that Ludwig's kid would never be involved in the underworld." Roderich said sadly, "Among the boys you often fought at school, only Ludwig was the youngest and the youngest. An Fen, I once thought that if I had to choose one of you, he would be the first choice. I heard that he has been admitted to medical school."

"Ah, I have always thought so. Although Asi's college money was earned by killing people and setting fire to him, I never wanted my only younger brother to enter the underworld. But, Ivan Brazinski said, Feliciano of the Vargas family went to medical school, and we need to take advantage of this time to arrange someone. According to reliable sources, it is Feliciano who happened to Assi Novargas did it himself, but there was no body left. My uncle has already lost his only younger brother, so," Gilbert said in a nasal voice, he got up from the bathroom floor, his eyes were red, and he looked up. Lifting Roderich's chin, stroking the beauty mole on the corner of his mouth, "Young master, when you came to the store to apply for a job, I was very worried, for fear that you would be a spy for the police. You are not a child who doesn't know the world, It’s not that you don’t know where you are applying for the job, and you don’t know that this uncle is a member of the underworld who robbed, set fire to, and killed people in this neighborhood. You just posted an advertisement for a band in the store. Here you come, either you are a spy of Tiaozi, or you just can’t let go of me. I don’t want or believe that you are a person of Tiaozi. Tell me that you are doing it for me. here."

Roderich didn't speak, but just reached out and hugged Gilbert, resting his head on his shoulder.

Gilbert hugged Roderich tightly and kissed his hair: "If you are from the side of the police, I will kill you without Torres' orders, because if you don't get your heart, My uncle would rather kill you than keep you by my side."

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Torres barely opened his dry eyes, the hangover was giving him a splitting headache.He stretched out his arms from under the quilt, yawned, and stretched. His outstretched arms touched something beside him, and he immediately turned his head: Felix was already awake, lying on his side, silent , Looking at himself intently.

Torres was taken aback instead: "Fei, Felix, how long have you been awake?"

"It's been a while," Felix took a deep breath, with a satisfied smile on his face, "Torris is so cute when he's asleep."

"..." Torres felt a little fever on his face, and turned away.

"Hey, Torres, it was Torres who brought me back to your house, right? Your men don't have the guts to do that."

"..."

"It touched Fili that Torres thought of setting me up when he was so drunk himself."

"..."

"Torres, did you hear what I said to you last night?"

"..."

"If you don't speak again, I will kiss you with my mouth that has not yet brushed my teeth, and it is a French kiss."

"Okay, okay," Torres turned his face, "yes, I told S/Lo/V/K to send you to my house, and I don't know if it's appropriate to send you to my house, but it's okay to send you to my house." It is definitely not suitable to send it to the gallery where you work, because you are so drunk, who will take care of you in case of any accident!"

"Torris is so kind." Felix put his arms around Torris, "Torris is the first person who is willing to take care of me."

"Okay," Torres struggled to sit up, with Felix still hanging on his body, "since you're awake, let's wash up quickly."

"Well, okay," Felix let go of Torres, "but I have to take a shower, I fell asleep last night, I didn't take off my makeup, and neither did Torres." [Good boy, remember to remove your makeup before going to bed. ]

"I'll lend you a change of clothes." Torres lifted the quilt and got out of bed, opened the closet, "You go take a shower first."

"Okay~" Felix agreed quickly, and then Torres heard the sound of silk clothes rustling behind him, turned around, and couldn't help but go crazy:

"Hey, why are you taking off your clothes in front of me?!"

"Hey, what is Torres afraid of? I'm not a girl. Or is Torres afraid that I will eat you? Or Torres can't help but eat me?"

"I'll make breakfast first, and I'll wash up later."

"What a dishonest guy." Felix looked at Torres who fled in despair, the corners of his mouth curled up.

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"I'm so sorry, but I have to trouble you to make me breakfast again." Felix wandered into the dining room as if he was a leader inspecting the work of his subordinates.

"Eat first, I'll go wash up." Torres took off the apron and hung it behind the chair.

"By the way, Torres, there are two types of cleansing oil, one for the face, and another special cleansing oil for eye makeup," Felix sat down at the table, raised his head and said to Torres behind him, " I have them all on the shelf on the wall over the bathtub."

"Well. I'll find it myself."

"Actually, I can remove makeup for Torres." Felix watched Torres walk into the bathroom, heard the sound of running water, lowered his head, and pressed down the oatmeal floating on the milk in the bowl with the spoon in his hand , Watching the cereals full of milk sink one after another, as if to suppress my troubles.At this time, Torres in the bathroom yelled "Ah".

"What's the matter, Torres?" Felix dropped his breakfast, rushed to the bathroom door, pushed the door open, and Torres locked it inside.

"My eyes, that cleansing oil got in my eyes." Torres' voice sounded distressed.

"Open the door and let me see what's going on."

"No, it's okay, it should be fine in a while, and, well, I've already taken off my clothes now..."

"Is it the clothes or your eyes that matter, open the door!" Felix patted the bathroom door impatiently.

The door of the bathroom was opened, and in the mist, Torres was only wrapped in a bath towel, covering his eyes with a wet towel in one hand: "Oh my God, what's the ingredient in your cleansing oil? Is it chili water?"

"How could it be?" Felix came in and closed the bathroom door to prevent the heat from escaping. He tore away the towel in Torres' hands, and saw Torres' eyes closed tightly, crying uncontrollably.Felix looked at the open