special mercenary

Zheng Qiyong returned to his office and continued to look at the documents on the table. The remaining two people squatted silently in the corridor separated by a wall. Song Feng poked his head out from someone's body, looked in carefully, opened his lips slightly, and bit them occasionally. , I don't know what I'm struggling with.

Xiao Mingxuan turned his head, they were very close at the moment, and even their auras seemed to be entangled with each other, and it took only one morning to brush off the half of them today, and it was just after noon. The sunlight came in from the corridor, making the line of this person's profile extremely beautiful, and even covered it with a layer of fluffy light.

His heart beat faster, he stared at his lips, and subconsciously wanted to lean over to kiss him. He had never had this urge before, but since he thought it through, it seemed that a certain switch in his body had been turned on, and his self-control was seriously scrapped. .

This state is very dangerous, he couldn't help moving to the side, but just as he moved, he was pulled back by this person, acting as a cover again, seeing that he was still glancing in, he felt helpless: "Why, Want to go in and seek torture?"

Song Feng shivered for a moment, then turned his gaze back to look at him, his beautiful eyes were wet, both aggrieved and pitiful.

Xiao Mingxuan's heart softened, and secretly thought that this person would not be transferred if it wasn't for his own reasons. He patted his head, and simply changed the subject: "What are you doing here?"

"I want cigarettes..." Song Feng whispered, moving his body and laying down dryly.

Xiao Mingxuan took out a box from his pocket, and there were only two sticks left.

Song Feng looked at it: "Not enough."

Xiao Mingxuan reckoned that Wei Xiaoyan and the others should also want it, but it was really not enough, he patted his head: "It's inside, I'll take it after the main team leaves," he said for a while, seeing his pitiful appearance now, he kindly suggested , "Why don't you go back first?"

"No, I'll just stay here," Song Feng stretched out his claws to pull the cigarette case, "Give me one."

Xiao Mingxuan took out one and handed it over, took out a lighter and lit it for him, struggled a bit and asked: "How can the team teach you?"

"He's my grandfather's old department," Song Feng sighed. "Our three brothers are neither in politics nor in the army. We just want to have fun. Grandpa is afraid that we will suffer outside, so he throws us three brothers to him to teach."

Xiao Mingxuan was surprised: "There is also Song Zhe? Doesn't he have a cleanliness habit?"

Song Feng nodded: "Almost half of the time my brother takes a bath, but this does not prevent him from learning to fight."

Xiao Mingxuan was even more surprised: "The main team won't beat him?" It's hard to imagine how the gentle son of the Song family would be beaten.

"Don't fight," Song Feng resented. "The instructor said that except for his wife and old mother, no man had ever smiled at him so gently in his life. He felt that he cherished it very much and couldn't do it, so he didn't fight."

"..." Xiao Mingxuan suggested, "You can actually try smiling at him."

"You think I haven't tried it?" Song Feng was even more resentful, "I laughed, and he said, 'Little Erzi, why are you smiling so roguely at me? It's time for estrus?', damn it, you think I can still fall in love with you?" He can't do it? I'm neither blind nor masochistic!"

"..." Xiao Mingxuan asked, "And then?"

Song Feng took a puff of a cigarette, his face full of heartbreak: "He hung me up and beat me up."

Xiao Mingxuan looked at him sympathetically.

Song Feng thought of those days, and felt unbearable to look back on: "My brother doesn't beat me, and my younger brother doesn't beat me very much. He just beats us. Those days went well..."

"Wait," Xiao Mingxuan interrupted, "How many of you? Who else?"

"There are also my teacher and a few national security agents."

Xiao Mingxuan thought for a while: "Is that the teacher who told you to be strong-willed at all times?"

"Ah."

"I thought your skills were trained by him, so you were trained together at that time, why did you call him teacher?" Xiao Mingxuan unconsciously moved closer to him, wanting to know more before they got involved. What happened to this person, good or bad.

Song Feng said: "He brought me when I was a mercenary."

Xiao Mingxuan immediately asked suspiciously: "Is he the one who taught you how to pick up girls?"

"Who said that?" Song Feng raised his head, "I'm self-taught, okay? I was already good at picking up girls before I became a mercenary, so I don't need to be taught by others, okay?"

"..." Do you think this is something to be proud of?

Song Feng flicked the cigarette butt, and recalled: "Actually, the teacher is also very good at picking up girls, no worse than me."

Xiao Mingxuan nodded, thinking that these two people happened to have similar tastes, and then began a vicious circle, which was out of control.

"But later the teacher became a good man, married a beautiful wife, and even had children."

Xiao Mingxuan pondered for a moment: "The mercenary is too dangerous, and he has a family, why not go back to the country and change to a civilian job, anyway, the money is enough."

Song Feng took a puff of cigarette and exhaled white smoke: "Well, that's what he told me later."

Xiao Mingxuan understood, that person retired now, so Song Feng became the boss of Wei Xiaoyan and the others.

Song Feng took the last puff of his cigarette, pressed the end of the cigarette out on the ground, held his body and looked towards the office, hesitating whether to advance or retreat.Xiao Mingxuan patted him comfortingly: "I'll get you cigarettes when the team leaves."

Song Feng looked up at him pitifully: "I still need wine."

"You still have to train."

"Just a little."

Xiao Mingxuan thought he was in the wrong, patted his head: "Don't drink too much."

"Then..." Song Feng blinked his innocent eyes.

Xiao Mingxuan said without waiting for him to speak: "Give up, no girl."

Song Feng's shoulders slumped, and he pinched the cigarette butt to draw circles on the ground.

Xiao Mingxuan continued to touch his head, comparing his strength, and almost wanted to say "If you are so hungry, why don't you let me relieve the fire", but at this moment, he only heard a few voices from the stairs, he looked over and saw him soon Wei Xiaoyan and the others stepped up cautiously. They were surprised when they saw the scene of the chief officer squatting face to face with someone, but they immediately stood at attention and gave a military salute: "Hello, instructor."

Xiao Mingxuan nodded, Song Feng was surprised: "Why are you here?"

Several people came forward, Bai Xuyao ​​said: "We think smoking in the barracks will cause public outrage, so we came to you, and we will go back after smoking outside." He stared dryly at the cigarette butt in his hand, "Where are the cigarettes... "

"It was drawn by me."

Bai Xuyao ​​digested silently for a second: "You are simply too shameless!"

Song Feng was angry: "How dare you say I'm shameless? I worked so hard to come here..." Before he finished speaking, he saw a familiar figure suddenly appearing at the door of the office out of the corner of his eye, and immediately shivered.Seeing this, Xiao Mingxuan hurriedly got up to block him: "The head team."

The three of them were startled, and stood at attention to salute: "Hello, Chief!"

Zheng Qiyong nodded and looked at the number plates on their chests: "Are you students? What are you arguing about?"

Song Feng nestled behind Xiao Mingxuan, holding his trouser leg and poking out half of his head pitifully: "No... nothing arguing..."

"Did I ask you?"

Song Feng immediately retracted his head.

Those three people were shocked, because they had never seen Song Feng like this before, Wei Xiaoyan knew him very well, and immediately knew that the person in front of him was not simple, and saluted: "Reporting chief, we are talking about fighting skills," he said Turning to look at Duan Qing, "Let's go, talking is useless, let's practice."

Duan Qing nodded, looked at the person in front, and quickly ran away with him after getting permission.

Zheng Qiyong looked at the remaining person, recalling the photos he had seen: "Are you Bai Xuyao?"

"Report to the head, yes!"

Zheng Qiyong patted him on the shoulder, turned around and went back without saying anything.

Bai Xuyao ​​was silent, and rushed in with blinking eyes: "Chief, do you need any help? Do you drink tea? Do you smoke? I'll light a cigarette for you, oh..." Before he finished speaking, a certain The person was kicked out in an instant, fell outside the gate and couldn't help twitching, only to hear a low shout from inside the door: "If you have time, go to the playground and run a hundred laps, don't dangle in front of my eyes!"

Song Feng squatted on the ground and was heartbroken: "Comrade Xiaobai, can't you grow some snacks? Hugging the thigh is also divided into people. Why do you think Xiaoyan just slipped away?"

Bai Xuyao ​​was angry: "Don't call me Xiaobai! I will be called stupid!"

"Pull it down, you are already stupid," Song Feng did not buy it, "Do you think that as long as you hug his thighs, you can ravage me at will? Don't dream, the thighs of the person who can scare me are not like this It's so huggable, I will learn more from your brother in the future."

Bai Xuyao ​​groaned and got up from the ground, Song Feng pointed to the corridor: "Go, go back and face the wall and think about your mistakes."

Bai Xuyao ​​then went back to face the wall.

Xiao Mingxuan looked at it from the beginning to the end, and squatted down again: "Is he your student?"

"Well," Song Feng sighed, "The teacher said that if you choose to be someone else's teacher, you have to be responsible to the end. It's so fucking worrying."

"You are his teacher, so no matter how you say it, you can't do anything to your students." Xiao Mingxuan tempted, "Let him go and find another man."

Song Feng was surprised: "I didn't look for him."

Xiao Mingxuan was startled: "You said before that you just want to love him when you look at him. What does that mean?"

"Teaching," Song Feng wondered, "What do you think it is?"

Xiao Mingxuan: "..."

Song Feng stared at him: "Thinking is really dirty."

"..." Xiao Mingxuan asked, "Do you still want cigarettes?"

Song Feng's face was full of sincerity: "I'm talking about me, not you."

"..."

Song Feng tried to say something more, but when he saw someone coming out again, he choked up.

Zheng Qiyong glanced at him: "What are you doing here if you don't go to training?"

"Here we go..."

Zheng Qiyong nodded and ignored him. Holding a folder in his hand, he walked along the corridor to the main building at the back, and his figure quickly disappeared around the corner.

Song Feng struggled for a moment, shaking his hands: "Give me that cigarette."

"What?"

"Courage." Song Feng said as he started to grab, pulled it over, took a breath, got up and left.Xiao Mingxuan was startled, and hurriedly pulled him back: "Are you crazy, looking for torture?"

Song Feng sniffed and struggled a bit: "I...I really have to find abuse."

"……What's the meaning?"

"Don't ask." Song Feng broke away from him, took a deep breath, and rushed over without looking back.

Xiao Mingxuan: "..."