[Mr. and Mrs. Smith] Sister is not good

It never occurred to Dimoke that he, who always abides by etiquette, stripped Icy of his clothes in such a situation...although there was only a coat.Looking at the girl's smooth body and attractive complexion, he couldn't bring up the slightest desire/desire that a man should have.Full of entanglement and pity.

Impulsively, Dimoke used the family's first-level security just now, but the doctor gave him a very clear answer, that is just a skin trauma, take good care of it, and there is no chance of leaving a scar.They are killers, and they also like to do scientific research with doctors, how to make wounds heal quickly and leave no trace.Even many secret recipes are treasures that the outside world cannot obtain.

After reassuring, Dimock told Anbu's subordinates to thoroughly investigate the bomb in Icy's room, and at the same time ordered that the emergency must be handled perfectly.After all, there is such a big movement in the house, it is better to find a wording to deal with the public and reporters.These are all trivial things to the organization, so he didn't worry about it anymore, he just drove out those annoying guys with weird eyes, and sat by the bed to guard Icy.

Those people are the core figures of the organization, and Dimock has been familiar with them since he was a child.It is estimated that a group of key members heard the rumors that their boss' younger brother, a perverted man known as Sha Shen, had a lover, and they looked in disbelief.Dimoke, who was watched like a monkey, felt rather uncomfortable. He murmured: "Is my weird image so deeply rooted in people's hearts? Can't I fall in love like a normal person?"

His tone seemed to be complaining, adding to the helplessness.I flicked my fingers lightly on Icy's face, "It's you, little girl, who broke my routine. Sigh..." putting away his worries, he gently covered the thin quilt on the bed where he had been lying on his stomach with only the light on. With the little girl on his back, Dimock turned on the computer and began to check something.

While Icy was asleep, he had already received the email from there.The investigation team is very powerful, and they sorted out the information in a few clicks. The location, power, and even some details of the bombs, as well as the configuration of advanced technology, are listed in detail.The culprit is the plastic bomb that many agents love, which is strong in compression and can be disguised as many unnoticed objects.

But Dimoke thinks it's useless, all he needs to know is who is hurting Icy?

Thinking of Jane living here a few days ago, Dimock's thoughts inevitably became chaotic.Is it related to Jane, is it her enemy plotting?

Presumably, when Icy wakes up by herself, she should make a judgment.

Thinking of this, Dimock closed the contact box, opened the webpage casually, and entered the word Icy said when he fell into his arms.It should be in Chinese... He used his unproficient pinyin and tried several times to input, and finally found out that Icy should have said the word "reliable".The translation dictionary's explanation is: modal particles, expressing dissatisfaction, almost the same usage as shit.

Moving his eyes from the computer screen to Icy's innocent and harmless face, Dimoke stared carefully at the little girl's eyelashes that were trembling in her sleep, and her eyebrows that were frowned because of the uncomfortable sleeping position.

"Honey, is there some... secret that I don't know?" Dimock's eyes were subtle.

Language can expose subconscious instincts. How can a person speak out emotions and pleas for help in a non-native language at a critical moment when his life is in danger?Dimock remembered that there used to be a long-term French arms dealer in the organization who muttered something like "godChrist" in English instead of French at a critical moment.It was thus discovered that the man had not been in France since birth, but was a spy who had been dropped.

He knew that Icy had always been good at foreign languages, but logically speaking, Icy had lived in the United States since she was a child, and had never been out of Florida except for vacations. How could she use Chinese as her first language? ...Because she translated too much Chinese part-time?Frankly, he doesn't believe in that assumption.

I don't know how long this thoughtful man has been thinking about, and how much he has struggled?Facing the painful fact that Icy probably didn't believe in him with all his heart and hide the secret... Dimock sighed deeply, his eyes froze in depression, freezing his heart that had been severely stimulated today.

Icy opened her eyes bewilderedly, her first reaction was a burning pain in her back, and the slightly itchy feeling tinged with sadness.In addition, because she had been lying on the bed all the time, this weird sleeping position made her not breathing smoothly, and at the same time, thinking of the intensity of her escape from the explosion, her face turned blue with unhappiness.

"Forget it, now is not the time to talk about this." She was still hurt, and Dimoke didn't intend to force the poor little girl to ask what was going on now.He once boasted that even if Icy stabbed him and took his life himself, Dimmock would offer his soul with both hands.This represents the fullest trust that Dimock can give.

But this incident always gave Dimock a feeling of unrest.He doesn't like to rely on the sixth sense to judge anything, that's too irrational.But the Chinese that Icy blurted out made Dimok feel a serious sense of crisis, as if he knew the fog was in front of him, but couldn't catch it... Could it be that one day, Icy suddenly disappeared and disappeared?

But he didn't know where the basis of his thinking was, Dimmock shook his head, showing a somewhat forced smile, and moved the quilt up, completely covering her back, only showing a little whiteness on her shoulders.

"What do you mean 'not the time to say this'?" Apparently Icy misunderstood what Dimock was hesitating to say, his frustrating expression, plus she felt that her whole arm was numb and couldn't move . Icy's eyes dimmed in an instant... "Am I poisoned? Is there something wrong with the bomb fragments?" Although most Westerners are straightforward and don't like to use despicable poisons that only appear in martial arts novels, it is difficult to guarantee the existence of special species. .Thinking of this, Icy strengthened her cognition that she was plotted against and her condition was troublesome.

Is there any medicine that makes people lose their strength under anesthesia? Icy was still searching for complex chemical formulas in his mind, and at the same time asked Dimock blurtly: "DI, am I going to die soon?"

Dimock opened his mouth, and was amazed by the calmness and loss in her tone.

What is not long in the world?Could his little girl's imagination be too much?The shadow of the explosion a few hours ago has long since disappeared, and Dimock is rarely in a good mood to play with Icy.He nodded with feigned indifference, his tone as light as fried potatoes without pepper, tasteless.

"Honey, do you...do you have anything else to say to me?"

Fortunately, Icy's eyes were full of moistness. Although she was sad, she didn't seem to have the slightest sense of collapse.Dimock raised the corner of his mouth and thought about her seriously: "Well, for example, I am not allowed to fall in love with other women in the future? Is not allowed to marry others? Or..."

Icy wanted to move his arm, but felt very weak.Shaking her head quickly, she didn't notice the slyness in Dimoke's eyes. Instead, she complained loudly with a heroic and righteous expression of seeing death at home: "What else can I say? Before I die, I have to sigh with emotion, dating my girlfriend You haven’t rolled on the bed for so long, you’re probably the only freak in America!” Her voice paused suspiciously, and she added: “Oh no, you’re better than that Xie who only kissed his girlfriend once in three years. Leon is much better."

"... Sheldon?" Dimock thought for a while before he remembered that it was the male protagonist of the American drama "The Big Bang Theory", a doctor with a negative EQ.I remember that when Icy was chasing dramas, he praised the pure school bully and commented on him: It is really not easy to remain a virgin for so many seasons!

I thought I was going to die, but to be honest, apart from being sad, Icy even felt that she accepted this reality calmly.To put it bluntly, it's not like he hasn't died before, so what's the fuss about? —Although it has been almost 20 years since the last death.The only thing she didn't want to part with was Dimoke... He was so stubborn, he didn't know what he would look like after her funeral?Will it be like when his little brother died, or take revenge on the society, or escape from reality?

Before his heart ached from this thought, Icy was surprised to find that his arm could move!Her expression froze, and she sat up in an instant... So it was just numbness caused by improper sleeping position and stagnant blood?Isn't some poison spreading at all?

Looking at her expression, Dimoke knew that the little girl had discovered her prank, and before she had time to make fun of it, Icy made a sudden movement, causing the quilt to slip.She has a ignorant expression, and her face is colorful, which is really beautiful.Moving his gaze to the girl's body which was completely uncovered by any fabric, Dimoke swallowed his saliva, his blue eyes flashed with waves, bottomless.

He stood up, leaned over to Icy's ear and exhaled softly: "Honey, you were just complaining that I didn't give you food, right?" Deliberately slowing down his tone, Dimock noticed that Icy was blushing from embarrassment The side of the face, the bottom of the heart is even more happy.Since the little girlfriend took the initiative to raise the issue of sex, and since everyone is looking forward to further in-depth exchanges, he might as well put it on the agenda immediately.

"Today?" Although Icy noticed that his injury was fine, after all, his back was still covered with tape, so the timing didn't seem right—although Dimoke, who was unbuttoning his shirt in front of him, was so pretty/delicious, making him Mouth-watering and worth seeing!

She wanted to look away, but Dimok lightly pressed her shoulders, but in the blink of an eye, the man was already sitting on the bed like her, leaning forward dangerously, ready to attack at any time.

"I'm sorry..." He held Icy's wrist with his hand, directly took her little hand in a rude manner, and turned his eyes to little Dimock suggestively.Ignoring Icy's almost burnt expression, Dimock reported with a hoarse voice cheekily: "I'm afraid 'it' is not willing to wait." On the road, her life was not in danger, and she continued to be mischievous, voicing the question she complained about her boyfriend's failure just now.

Faced with such a situation, even if Dimoke is a god, he might not be able to bear it.

She didn't refuse, did she?

With Icy's dazed cute expression, he slowly lowered his body and kissed the girl's dry lips.Then he stretched his arms and lay down on his own, imprisoning Icy on Dimock's body.Concerned about her back injury, he lightly moved his hands and feet... so that she would not touch the wound.

"So..." Dimock didn't say any more nonsense, and he was satisfied to hear the girl's soft voice that could not be suppressed, which seemed to be the most beautiful and touching sound of nature.

He only has himself in his blue eyes, and only her in his heart. Icy had already collapsed due to injury, and was picked/dou by a man like this. She had long lost her strength, and she huddled in Dimock's arms and let him do whatever he wanted... until the two of them were panting heavily, and they were truly intimate and merged into one, she Then he hummed twice in dissatisfaction, and punched Dimoke's hard chest unceremoniously: "...a beast!"

Not because he possessed her, not because his first exploration made her uncomfortable, not because of the pain caused by the bleeding underneath.But... "I still hurt my back, pervert, do you want to be in such a hurry?" There are two pieces of glaring tape on the back, will it really not affect the atmosphere?

The man who was criticized froze, but continued to occupy his waist unceremoniously, his eyes glued to Icy's chest greedily... "Sorry."

"It's useless to say I'm sorry? You should stop, I... I'm tired and I need to rest."

"Sorry...can't stop." Obviously the "sorry" said by the two people is not the same thing.

What followed was the ambiguous voices of the two people on the big bed one after another, igniting the warmth in the room.

The author has something to say:

Do an interview and give a speech after eating!

Claw Claw: The male lead, the male lead, finally let you eat it, do you always want to praise me?

Dimock showed the aura of a domineering president and smiled evilly: Only give some benefits after fifty chapters, or is it a concise and meatless version?praise you?

Icy weakly refused to interview: I just went through a bloody battle and don't want to talk.

Claw Claw glanced under the heroine curiously, but was decisively covered with a quilt by the heroine.Claws investigate relentlessly: Hey, bleeding...a lot?

Icy slapped the author away: I mean my back is bleeding, my back was blown up by debris!Didn't you write it? Did you forget?Author, don't be too wretched, can you still have fun?

Claw Claw: You are female and male, so is there... ahem, bleeding? (Desperately searching for the truth)

Icy: ...

(Sigh, this is all locked, so I have to cut it out and vomit blood! It’s not H at all, okay!!)