man in suit

He rarely dreams, and the occasional dreams are not so pleasant. After all, dreams are a reflection of people's real life, and in the past many years, since he became conscious, his world has been different from that of ordinary people. , often filled with black gray and blood red.

Whether it's the prison life with his mother and sister when he was a child, or the secret agent career in various places wearing a straight suit after walking step by step to the first district.

Not many people in the past life can leave names in his inner diary, and he doesn't even remember his mother's name, and he doesn't know who his bastard father is.

There are only two people who can remember, one is the sister who depends on each other for life, and the other is the mentor who brought him into the first district.

Tyrell is such a selfish and ruthless man.

Ming Chen looked at himself in the mirror, he was a heinous villain, God had already punished him, he suffered from a sudden terminal illness at the best age, his hands were stained with the blood of countless people, and in the end he also Hands ended his own life, but now he's alive.

Why let him live as another person? Is it because God didn't intend to let him die so happily and deliberately let him be reborn as a lowly pet to suffer, or is there another reason?

After stroking his hair, Ming Chen left the room.

The dream of last night seemed to be in front of my eyes.

【You planned to give me the chance to survive from the very beginning, right?You can leave me alone and leave by yourself, even if you die because of saving me, I won't feel guilty. 】【Tyrael... don't be too harsh on yourself, occasionally you can try to trust and love someone, such as me who is willing to die for you. 】【I'm dying and still talking so much nonsense, don't forget what you taught me on the first day.Feelings can only be one's weakness, I have learned everything you taught me, but you, my dearest mentor, you fall in love with me is your greatest weakness, if you don't fall in love with me you won't I block the bullet, you won't be dying from blood loss now. 】【I am willing to die for you, are you moved Tyrael?I know that even if I don't tell you to live a good life, you will live a good life. I really feel a little uncomfortable thinking about it, you heartless guy... cough cough! 】【...Stop talking, I didn't even know you had so much blood that you couldn't stop bleeding. 】【You guys wish I could close my eyes right away?Hold Tyrael tighter, I feel a little cold, I'm probably going to die soon, although I know you haven't really loved me, but anyway, I've slept with you for several years, it's not a bad death. 】【…】【I'm about to die and you don't shed two tears, no, I have to say a few curse words before I die, there will definitely be someone who loves you more than me in the future, but next time ...The next time you will not be so lucky and escape...] They are all fools.

Closing his eyes hard, Ming Chen stood outside the study door and raised his hand to knock lightly. He Hongxue came back this morning.

He Hongxue's voice soon rang out from inside the door, and there was only one word "Jin", clean and neat, like a knife so sharp that it could be chopped down.

Mingchen slowly pushed the door open, and when he walked in, he just hid the door and didn't close it completely. He Hongxue sat behind the desk next to the bookshelf, with his back straight and his head slightly lowered. Make corrections on the file.

He Hongxue is very similar to him, the same person is the same as the former, the same selfish and ruthless, and the same unscrupulous.

When he was sizing up and guessing the other party, did He Hongxue do the same thing as him?

Have you gradually discovered that the Ming Chen who came back from the dead is different from the previous one?

"No matter why you hit Little Black, it's not the behavior of a pet to publicly hit Little Black's owner on Little Black's site." He Hongxue spoke while the pen in his hand rustled. The curtains on the window were drawn, and only a faint ray of light slanted in and hit He Hongxue's shiny black hair.

The pen drew a neat tail on the white paper, and the rustling stopped. He Hongxue played with the pen in his hand, raised his head and looked at Mingchen: "Come here."

"Is it punishment again?" Ming Chen smiled suddenly, but still walked towards He Hongxue.

Without answering Ming Chen's words, He Hongxue tugged on his dark gray tie, with a sharp chill in his bony fingers, "The punishment last time probably scared you, this time it won't."

Slowly pushing the documents on the desk aside with his arms, He Hongxue smiled slightly: "I haven't touched you for almost a month."

……

Every morning there is an hour of separate meetings between He Wenxuan and He Hongxue. When the two places are separated, the two brothers will hold a video conference in the study. When He Wenxuan was at He's house, He Wenxuan would go to the study to find He Hongxue in the morning. It is the same today .

Perhaps, there are also some different places.

The first time he saw the door of the study room was ajar, He Wenxuan knew that there must be someone other than He Hongxue in the study room. When he reached the door and was about to knock on the door, some strange voices came from the ajar door , dull and low, like the strings of a cello stretched taut.

"enough……"

The morning sun is warm and warm, but He Wenxuan has the illusion that he is in a midsummer night. Every pore is filled with sultry air. In the dark night, the lost person hiding in the mysterious forest is moaning and crying. It seems that there is a fierce fire burning, and it is very dry and hoarse.

The intermittent whimpers concealed hard patience, but they were soon smashed to pieces, leaving only desperate crying and pleading.

Leaning his back against the wall, He Wenxuan closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly due to excessive force closing his eyes, which meant that it was not the first time he heard the voices of He Hongxue and Mingchen outside the study, nor was it the first time I heard the pitiful begging of the man crying for mercy.

Last night, He Wenxuan was still listening to the MP3 specially recorded for him by Mingchen. The man’s deep and magnetic voice seemed like a bard who had gone through many vicissitudes. It seemed that Ming Chen was beside him, leaning against his ear, with his unique body temperature and breath.

He wanted to kiss Ming Chen's long eye ends, like taking off that man's clothes and pouring clean warm water on Ming Chen, he wanted to wipe Ming Chen's wet hair with a soft towel, he wanted to watch the other party smile at him, he wanted to holding that man...

"Aha--"

The shrill vibrato is like a violin with broken strings, a piano with keys messed up, or a broken branch.

The soles of his feet seemed to have taken root, and the branches and leaves were entangled, and he suddenly couldn't walk.

There was silence in the study, and suddenly there was no sound, as if the switch of the ear was turned off by someone.

What kind of punishment is this?

The man with a blank mind breathed slowly and cautiously, his body was like a puddle of mud completely out of control, he couldn't feel his fingers and toes, and only the instinct of breathing was left as if his soul had gone out of his body.

It's not just him.

Slowly opened his eyes, the location has shifted from the desk to the soft cushion behind the black hollowed-out bookshelf, the hard desk is no longer under him, but the soft cushion.

He Hongxue was lying on his body, his chest and back rising and falling slowly. Like him, he was slowly recovering from the lack of oxygen caused by strenuous exercise.

When was the last time you got this miserable?Not very He Wenxuan, He Wenxuan is a very gentle and considerate man in bed, it should be many, many years ago in my memory.

A wayward mission, an angry mentor, the musty smell in the dilapidated attic, the scorching heat, the painful experience that made him cry and beg for mercy, the high temperature persisted for two days and two nights, the angry but helpless His mentor sat by his bed and looked at him, saying something he thought was humorous.

It has been a fresh experience to have become more and more sentimental since rebirth, and to recall his mentor more and more.

"He Wenxuan is outside." He Hongxue leaned into his ear, "Listening to what the two of us were doing outside, listening to how I made you cry and shout, but he won't come in, he will never come in." Won't."

"Do you know why?" He Hongxue asked softly.

Ming Chen didn't even have the strength to speak now, and he didn't really want to answer He Hongxue's boring questions, even though the answers were very simple.

"He Wenxuan can't protect you, not before, not now, and never in the future." Gently wiping away the tears left by Ming Chen's eyes with his fingers, He Hongxue said in a deep voice, "Even if I do it in front of him, I will protect you." He wouldn't react to what happened just now."

He Hongxue whispered next to Mingchen's ear: "Don't try to play tricks on the relationship between us brothers."

This is a word of warning.

"Perhaps the punishment next time will not be so simple."

Getting up from the cushion, He Hongxue tidied up his clothes a little and returned to the original desk. After a while, there was a knock on the door, and He Wenxuan came in. As expected, the man had been outside the door the entire time.

Lying on the cushion, Mingchen looked at He Wenxuan next door who was reporting to He Hongxue through the hollowed-out bookshelf. He was gentle, clean, elegant and handsome.

For a moment, probably only for a moment, he will still have some regrets and loss.

But only for a moment.