man in suit

"what is this?"

"Currently the most advanced tracker has the function of current anesthesia. As long as you walk half a step out of this area, the tracker on your ankle will automatically activate the anesthesia effect. These small electric currents will make your legs numb Weak and unable to move forward half a step, believe me, it's not a good feeling."

Randomly grabbed a macaron and stuffed it directly into his mouth, He Wenhan looked at the man who just woke up with a smile: "You woke up just in time, it's snowing outside."

He Wenhan walked to the window and opened the curtains. The snow fell from the sky like flying flowers. It was pure white and lovely, and it was as soft as a white goose feather. Go out, the whole world is covered in silver.

After waking up, he was very dizzy. He Wenhan didn't know how many doses of medicine he had used in order to faint him quickly. After opening his eyes, he stayed on the bed in a daze for three full days before slowly grasping the tail of consciousness. Gotta wake up.

On the fourth day, he got out of bed. The layout of the room is mainly warm and comfortable. Through the window, you can see the frozen pond outside the house and the snow-covered garden. This place looks like a manor, Ming Chen I've never been here before, and I don't know which area it is.

The strange thing is that in the first four days, apart from He Wenhan, Mingchen didn't see the other two people, he didn't see He Hongxue, he didn't see He Wenxuan, and he didn't even hear about those two men at all.

He Hongxue gave him the map to go to District [-] to find Altaïr's body. He Wenhan set a trap in advance to get him to this place. Is it He Wenhan's intention alone or He Hongxue's instruction?

Although a tracker was tied to his feet, Ming Chen could actually move freely.

He Wenhan didn't limit his range of movement too much, he can move freely throughout the entire village, but once he gets close to the high walls of the manor, he will feel a tingling sensation in his ankles, and it is estimated that when he completely exceeds the so-called boundary, The tracker will activate the anesthesia function and knock him down to the ground.

In the first week, Mingchen spent most of his time resting in the house, and occasionally went for a walk in other parts of the manor, to get acquainted with this place.

He Wenhan didn't know where he went. He Wenhan disappeared since the fourth day when he started to go to the field. He couldn't see that guy all day long. The people in the manor didn't know where He Wenhan found it. He spoke a local language that he didn't understand at all.

During the few days when He Wenhan was away, Mingchen almost searched the manor, but there was no trace of Altaïr, and he didn't know if he was still in the snow-capped mountains in District [-] or had been moved.

There is no Internet, no TV, no communication equipment, just like a prison bird locked in a magnificent cage and ignorant of the outside world.

Is He Wenhan planning to let him stay here for the elderly?

Mingchen saw He Wenhan again almost half a month later, during which he completely got rid of the sequelae caused by the powerful drugs.

He tried to leave the manor twice, but was anesthetized by the ankle tracker, causing his whole body to become paralyzed, and he was carried back to the room until he slowly regained consciousness three hours later.

Anesthesia kicked in once trying to turn on the tracker, and I was in bed for another three hours.

"You didn't tell me that forcibly removing the tracker will also trigger the anesthesia function to activate."

Ming Chen stepped on the soft and warm carpet with bare feet, and the metal ring around the man's ankle shone charmingly under the light. It seemed to be He Wenhan's evil taste. Sweet Canary.

"You never told me who you are and what your identity is." He Wenhan made no secret of his alternative "revenge" against this cold and arrogant canary.

Rubbing the soles of his feet lightly on the wool carpet, Ming Chen raised his red wine glass and took a sip: "Do you think you would believe it before?"

As charming as ever, but with a little more aloofness and brutal elegance.

This is indeed not the temperament that "Ming Chen" would have in the past. The man in the impression always has a bit of excessive kindness and weakness, making people love and hate, wanting to torture and protect.

The strange thing is that even if the man in front of him has completely lost the so-called weak characteristics, there is no way to change from love to hate, even though He Wenhan knows very well that Ming Chen has deceived him.

Looking back on the past is not very interesting. What has happened cannot be changed. Everything today is the result of their choices.

"Obviously a prisoner, do you regard yourself as the master here?"

With a soft snort, He Wenhan got up from the sunken sofa and strode towards Mingchen. When he lowered his body and held Mingchen's shoulders with both hands, He Wenhan suddenly stopped. The fruit knife in his hand was on his lower abdomen, as long as he moved forward or Ming Chen moved his hands, there should be an extra hole in his stomach.

"Even if you kill everyone here, you won't be able to get out." He Wenhan raised his chin slightly.

Holding the fruit knife firmly in one hand, and easily lifting the red wine glass with the other, Ming Chen took another sip of the red wine under He Wenhan's watchful eyes, and said unhurriedly: "You brought me here with He Hongxue and He Wenxuan on your back, you Think they'll never find us?"

Ming Chen thought that Wen Han would prevaricate to some extent, but the man actually directly admitted his guess.

"Yes, the reward is a kiss."

Grinning evilly, He Wenhan took Mingchen's hand holding the knife, bent down and kissed the man's forehead, and then looked down at the fruit knife in Mingchen's hand, and sighed as if he was relieved : "Although I like you very much, I don't want to make myself completely hard for the rest of my life just because you are a man."

In an instant, countless small electric currents rushed through the body from the ankle. This feeling of losing control of the body is too familiar to Ming Chen. In the past half month, he has experienced this powerless feeling many times. taste.

The wine glass in his hand fell to the ground in an instant, splashing the bright red and wine fragrance all over the floor.

He Wenhan triumphantly blinked at the man lying limp on the sofa, and took away the fruit knife in Mingchen's hand. On his raised right hand, he could see a metal ring on his wrist similar to that on Mingchen's ankle. .

"In addition to not telling you that the tracker will activate the anesthesia effect due to external damage, I seem to have forgotten to tell you that I can also activate this small harmless function."

After picking up the man who was limp on the sofa, He Wenhan walked towards the bedroom with strides.

The body was gently placed on the soft bed, and Ming Chen, who was completely unable to move for three hours, could only stare at He Wenhan. The young man began to take off his clothes slowly after putting him on the bed. He was not always a patient person, so he tore the shirt impatiently after undoing two buttons.

While tearing the expensive handmade shirts into strips, he complained: "You are simply an old-fashioned antique. You have a lot of shirts, vests and coats, and every button is firmly buttoned. Even if you take off your Clothes have the feel of an unwrapped present, but usually I prefer ripped ones.”

With a grin, He Wenhan treated his own clothes even more roughly. He took off his shirt in twos and twos, revealing a beautiful and firm body. His honey-colored skin made all creatures jump for joy as if smeared with honey, almost exactly the same as He Wenxuan The face is an extreme hormonal walking machine.

Feeling that He Wenhan seemed to be kissing his instep and stroking his calf, the slightly itchy Ming Chen frowned.

"Why don't you find someone younger and more beautiful than me?"

Since he was captured here, He Wenhan actually treated him very well, and he didn't have the usual wanton humiliation or torture and revenge after being deceived and becoming angry.

"Fast food tastes good, but it's even better to enjoy exquisite food." Taking a bite on his thigh, He Wenhan held the edge of Mingchen's black underwear with both hands, and he looked up with a "frigid" expression on his face Ming Chen just frowned slightly and didn't respond to the man who looked like a man.

But it is difficult for Mingchen to react at this moment, after all, he can't move at all.

Although the body can't move, but the sensory functions are still intact. Feeling that his legs are separated, Ming Chen couldn't help but vomit: "Is it a delicate delicacy or a dead fish?"

"Is there a lesson in the agent training program called how to destroy the atmosphere?" He Wenhan slowly climbed up, he looked at Ming Chen with a cold face above the man, smiled and lowered his head to kiss Ming Chen's ear and cheek Then, murmured ambiguously, "Even if you are a dead fish, you should be a mermaid."

"What's the difference? Childish guy."

"You must have scored full marks for destroying the atmosphere." He Wenhan smiled and bit his lower lip lightly, "Will you think of me when you are doing it with He Wenxuan? Or will you think of him when you are doing it with me? You I'm sure you can tell the difference between me and He Wenxuan, maybe the He Wenhan you see now is actually He Wenxuan?"

Ming Chen raised his eyebrows: "Your homework score for destroying the atmosphere is not low."

"Ha, there is one item that I am sure will get full marks."

"what?"

"Fuck you."