man in suit

"You've been in there for almost two hours."

Pushing the door open, He Wenxuan walked into the bathroom of his bedroom with a soft and thick towel in his hand. There was a man sitting by the window and in the bathtub, who was staring at the night view of the city in a daze. Ming Chen turned his head and looked at He Wenxuan. Propaganda.

They returned to He's house from City C a few hours ago. As soon as Ming Chen came back, he went straight to the bathroom. The man who usually soaked for an hour at most stayed in the bathroom today without any movement.

"The water is getting cold." Sitting by the bathtub, He Wenxuan checked the temperature of the water, raised his hand and gently stroked Mingchen's hair, "What's on your mind?"

"You know what I'm thinking." With his hands on his knees, Ming Chen looked a little anxious and nervous, biting his lower lip slightly, he turned his head and stared out of the window, a few drops of water dripped down his hair On the cheek, it slid down to the chin and accumulated into a heavy water droplet, which hit the calm water surface and disturbed the reflection of the person in the water.

"I won't go anywhere. I'm at He's house. You can see me every day." He Wenxuan tried to comfort Ming Chen. This was the last day of the month for the two of them. According to the original rules, Ming Chen will not stay with He Wenxuan from tonight.

For the next month, Mingchen belonged to He Hongxue.

Mingchen raised his head and looked at He Wenxuan quietly, as if he was thinking about what He Wenxuan was thinking in his heart. There might be such a momentary expectation, but it was fleeting like a meteor, so fast that it was difficult to determine the emotion of that expectation. Did it really exist.

He Wenxuan felt as if his heart was being pinched.

"Give me some advice." Slightly raising the corners of his lips, the man with a forced smile held He Wenxuan's hand by the bathtub.

He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. He Wenxuan swallowed his saliva with difficulty. He picked Mingchen up from the cold water and wrapped it in a towel. He whispered softly in the man's ear: "Listen as much as possible." As for him, He Hongxue doesn't like people going against his ideas, so try to stay with him as much as possible, if you want to go to a place farther away, you have to ask for his permission, other than that, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"Although he is sometimes harsh, he is actually very easy to talk to most of the time, not to mention that I am always there, no matter what problems you encounter, you can come to me." He Wenxuan hugged the man gently, "I have always They are all here, Mingchen."

……

Mingchen didn't ask He Wenxuan to send him off. Firstly, it was a little bit on time, and there would be a counterproductive effect after that; secondly, he had acted enough today, and he wasn't really afraid of that guy He Hongxue.

Without He Hongxue's participation, would this game still be called a game?

"You don't have to go."

Stopping in his tracks, Mingchen looked at the young man leaning against the wall not far away, leaning against the wall handsomely with his hands folded on his chest, He Wenhan grinned at Mingchen: "He Hongxue won't come back tonight, you can go back Find He Wenxuan, if you feel bored, you can also come to me."

Pointing to himself, He Wenhan blinked at Mingchen.

"Of course I can go back to my room." Ming Chen said with his hands in his trouser pockets.

"Staying in your own room so early, are you planning to take a shower and lie on the bed to watch a movie? The life of an old man is really boring." He Wenhan hooked his fingers, "I don't want to know something about Tyrell, the king of secret agents ? Real people and stories are far more interesting than spy movies."

He Wenhan is deliberately showing favor and trying to ease the relationship between the two of them, which is a good sign.

At 09:30 in the evening, Ming Chen, who had changed into an all-black suit, sat with He Wenhan in a stretched black luxury car, and leaned against the window to look at the He family mansion, which gradually became distant and blurred in the night. Ming Chen just turned his head and delivered a glass of wine to his eyes.

"Thank you." Mingchen leaned back in the comfortable beige leather chair, which was spacious enough for his two long legs to stretch freely.

Sitting obliquely across from him, He Wenhan looked like an emperor in the dark at this moment. He was wearing an all-black suit with extravagant metal accessories, and his hair was combed back so that He Wenhan's three-dimensional and handsome features were fully displayed. Compared with Wenxuan, He Wenhan has the arrogance and wildness of the king of the jungle, and there is more danger that is difficult to hide.

Fiddled with the sapphire ring on his finger, He Wenhan stretched out his long legs and deliberately rubbed against Ming Chen's calf: "Just come out with me like this. Aren't you afraid that I might do something bad to you?"

"Say it as if you haven't done anything bad to me before." He took a sip of the wine, his taste buds were instantly stimulated by the strong taste, he frowned slightly, Ming Chen swallowed it anyway, and He Wenhan gave him a glass of too mellow strong wine liquor.

Letting out a breath slowly, his chest seemed to be burning with fire.

"What does it look like outside the window, thinking of He Wenxuan?" Putting down his wine glass, He Wenhan took out a cigar and lit it, and the flickering sparks burned the tobacco leaves.

Shaking his head, Ming Chen murmured: "I was thinking about a dream I had last night."

"Did you dream of me, huh?" He Wenhan raised his chin and asked with a deliberate smile.

"Guess." Turning his head and continuing to look out the window, Ming Chen slowly tasted the strong and bitter wine that He Wenhan gave him, He Wenhan only thought that this man was still worried about getting along with He Hongxue for the next month.

Ming Chen did have a dream last night, about an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

The car drove for about an hour, when Ming Chen almost dozed off in the car, He Wenhan yelled "Here we are", and he glanced out through the window.

Outside the car stood a row of bodyguards in black and white gloves. As soon as Mingchen and He Wenhan got out of the car, the bodyguards lined up on both sides bowed their heads and shouted: "Mr. Mingchen, Mr. Mingchen."

"Mr. Mingchen, you want to be called sister-in-law." He Wenhan put his arms around the man's waist, smiling arrogantly and presumptuously.

"Sister-in-law!" Really obedient.

Couldn't help but cast a blank glance at He Wenhan next to him, Ming Chen said, "Do you want your future wife to hate me to death?"

Kissing Mingchen directly on the face, He Wenhan said without any explanation: "I am willing."

What a domineering guy.

He Wenhan walked into the club with Ming Chen in his arms, and Ming Chen asked, "Didn't you say you want to show me a real story that is even more exciting than a spy movie?"

"Don't worry, I, He Wenhan, will never lie to...you." He Wenhan smiled and winked at Mingchen.

A few steps away on both sides of the aisle is a professional bodyguard standing guard. At the end of the polished black marble road, two armed bodyguards guarding the door opened the door. Mingchen saw a familiar person.

"Meet you again, Mr. Mingchen." A mermaid-like woman dressed in a silver mermaid dress flowing on the ground, like a galaxy moving bright and charming, greeted her, bowed to He Wenhan, "Third Lord."

"Mrs. Peony." Ming Chen smiled lightly, and casually glanced at the woman's wrist. On Mrs. Peony's wrist was a wide bracelet in the color of peony, covering the mark of being a pet.

When he saw Mrs. Peony, Ming Chen probably knew what He Wenhan brought him to see. There were a total of ten teenagers and girls lined up in the room. Their immature faces had a calmness that their peers did not have. Chen glanced at the wrists of several people, without exception, everyone had a child with a skeleton painted on their wrists, all of them were children from District [-], the children of criminals in District [-].

People in District [-] are the most humble existence, and the children of criminals in District [-] have been marked with shame from the moment they are born. It is not impossible to change their fate. Nobles in District [-] They will always give a little hope to the other eleven districts, and such a little hope is enough to suppress the potential mobs in each district.

Ming Chen was sitting on a chair. If it wasn’t for the pet mark engraved under his wrist watch, he would look no different from a nobleman in the first district. He listened to Mrs. Peony and He Wenhan tell him about the origin of the agents in the first district. Tyrell, King of Agents, is from District [-], the son of one of the most lowly District [-] criminals.

He just sat quietly like this, quietly listening to "Tyrell" in other people's mouths. Every year, District [-] will select one or two agents from each district to work in District [-], District [-] Of course there is also a place.

There are ten candidates in District [-], and only one can stand out in the end.

"He killed all the other nine people, and he was the only one left. Tyrell became an agent of the first district of course." He Wenhan clicked his tongue and said to Ming Chen with a smile, "He is a ruthless guy, right? ?”

"Tyrael is like a demon crawling out of hell. His heart is cold and his blood is cold. He can do whatever he can for the mission," He Wenhan continued to tell anecdotes about Tyrell, although many of them were rumored It has been exaggerated by processing, but many of them are true. "The king of agents of the previous generation died at the hands of Tyrell. He was Tyrell's teacher, and there are rumors that he was actually Tyrell's lover."

He Wenhan turned his head to look at Ming Chen who had been silent all the time, and said with a smile: "Scared by what I said? Do you still want to be an agent?"

"If Tyrell really got terminally ill, and the king of secret agents finally died at the hands of the disease, maybe it was God's punishment for him." Ming Chen smiled.

"I don't know if that guy is alive or dead yet, but Little Black just sent us some news about Tyrell. Little Black wants to find Tyrell not just for the so-called revenge," He Wenhan said in a low voice The voice whispered next to Ming Chen's ear, "Tyrell has a list of rebels in his hand."

"I shouldn't have told you this," He Wenhan stopped talking at the crucial point. He pointed to the row of children in front of him and said to Ming Chen, "Choose one out of them and treat it as my child." A gift for you."

Ming Chen pointed to the only girl among them: "Her."

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Volume II Hunting Game