The wicked have their own evil

After an unknown period of time, Zitong finally came out of the bathroom, rubbing his wet hair with a towel, his white pajamas made Zitong very delicate and harmless, and his cold expression eased.The house was very small, he scanned the hall, and then looked back into the room, his face darkened instantly.

Zhang Chi had already taken off his shirt, lying on the bed reading magazines as if he was at home leisurely.

"go out."

Zhang Chi shivered: "It's cold outside."

Zitong: "I'll give you the quilt."

No one can match Zhang Chi's tricks, he licked his face and said, "I want to sleep here."

Zitong: "Sleeping in the living room or outside, choose one yourself."

Zhang Chi lowered his head and said compromisingly, "Okay, give me the quilt first."

Zitong opened the top shelf of the closet, took out a set of gray quilts, and handed them to him.Zhang Chi stretched out his hand, showing a familiar grin, grabbed Zitong's hand and pulled it back, the quilt fell to the ground, Zitong fell on the bed unexpectedly, Zhang Chi pressed directly on him, clamping him with his feet , so that he cannot bounce.This familiar move made Zi Tong squint his eyes and look at him calmly.

"You're really too much." Zhang Chi patted his face lightly, and said frivolously, "No matter how we talk about our relationship, we can still be regarded as friends with sex. Are you so cruel and throw me in the bedroom?"

Zitong said leisurely: "You don't have to sleep in the living room, you can also sleep in the street."

Zhang Chi looked at him with his head tilted, and smiled: "With a beauty like you around, I don't want to sleep on the street."

Zi Tong was wearing silk pajamas, and Zhang Chi's hands easily slipped into the waist of his pajama trousers, rubbing his life/root skillfully.

He buried his head and kissed Zitong's fair cheek, bit his ear and said, "Last time you were on top, this time it's Lao Tzu's turn, so we should reciprocate."

Zitong raised her lips, looked at him, and let him rub his lower body without moving. Zhang Chi was a rascal, but it was still quite comfortable.Anyway, men have this need, and he didn't intend to stop it.However, Zhang Chi's bastard has been fucked by countless men, so he wants to fuck him?no way.

Seeing that he didn't answer his words, Zhang Chi couldn't figure out what he was thinking, and his right hand still tried to tear off Zitong's pajama pants in an unruly manner.

Zitong drooped her long eyelashes, and finally said, "I'm very tired today."

Zhang Chi clutched the waistband of his trousers, put one hand on the quilt, and said affectionately: "You don't need to move, just enjoy it, it won't hurt you."

Zitong looked at him: "Are you skilled?"

His tone was very flat, but it was getting colder and colder. Anyway, Zhang Chi didn't care too much about it, and just smiled: "It's okay."

Zitong didn't speak, but pushed him away with one hand.

Zhang Chi rubbed his nose: "Honey, are you jealous?"

Zitong threw the quilt to him and said, "I'm really tired today."

He had been on a plane for a day, and there were light dark circles under his good-looking eyes. He looked very tired, which made Zhang Chiguai feel distressed.

"Okay, I"

Zhang Chi walked out the door, and before he finished speaking to Zitong, the door closed in front of his eyes.

Zhang Chi: "..."

That night, a 1.8-meter tall man curled up on a 1.6-meter sofa and slept all night.

-

The next morning, before dawn, the cell phone rang non-stop, as if rushing to reincarnate, Zhang Chi took the cell phone to the source of the sound in a drowsy sleep.

After connecting, I heard Zhou Xiaolin's cautious voice: "Boss, are you awake?"

Zhang Chi looked at the time and saw that there was no movement in the room, so he lowered his voice as much as possible, and gritted his teeth in a low voice: "Zhou Xiaolin, you are fucking talented, right? What time is it?"

"How dare I, Boss." Zhou Xiaolin said in a bitter voice, "It was called by Brother Hua, so don't forget..."

Zhang Chi changed his clothes, and tiptoed over to open the door, afraid of getting a sound: "Okay, I see, the pier at eight o'clock, what the hell time is it?"

Hearing Xiao Lin kept bowing and apologizing, Zhang Chi felt a little relieved, and he still threatened: "If you dare to do it again, you can do it yourself."

-

On November 11th, at eight o'clock sharp, Huxiao Wharf.

This is a very secret and barren wharf, few people come here, it is an excellent place to do business.Shen Huaqian urged Wan to do this well, and vowed that there would be no problems.

But Zhang Chi was still vaguely uneasy, but he thought to himself that it was actually a relatively simple matter, transporting nuclear materials to the warehouse at Huxiao Wharf, and making a deal with a few gringos in the warehouse, and that’s all. Not many people knew about it, so I told a few reliable brothers.

I just didn't expect that after coming out of the warehouse, there was an explosion.There was a rumbling explosion in the warehouse, and billows of smoke poured out of it.Zhang Chi was ejected three meters away, blood was all over the ground, and he looked ahead in disbelief.Because of the severe pain, he couldn't stand up at all, covered his abdomen, and felt dizzy for a while. When he heard Curry's screams of struggling, he pushed forward with one hand and crawled a few steps forward. .

"Well……"

How could this happen? He watched the warehouse gradually collapse and his vision became more and more blurred. He clenched his fists and forced himself to stay awake, but he couldn't hold back the severe pain in his body and still lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he was in the hospital.

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling in a daze. He didn't know what to think of, and his cloudy eyes slowly regained consciousness.He wanted to move his body, but found that his feet were fixed by the machine and he couldn't move.There was an unbearable pain in his abdomen. He gritted his teeth and looked down. Several white cloths were wrapped around his abdomen.

He continued to lie back on the pillow, thinking of the continuous screams before he fell into a coma, and now it seemed to be lingering in his ears.

"Boss, are you awake?" Zhou Xiaolin walked in with a lunch box, saw that Zhang Chi was already awake, ran over quickly, put the lunch box aside, and carefully raised Zhang Chi's pillow.

Zhang Chi snorted, seeing the blood slowly overflowing from his abdomen, Zhou Xiaolin quickly stopped and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Zhang Chi didn't speak. If it was him in the past, he would have scolded Zhou Xiaolin with threats.

He didn't know Zhang Chi like this.Zhou Xiaolin would rather have him scold him a few words than endure the pain without saying a word.

Zhou Xiaolin looked more and more sad, took the lunch box over, and whispered: "Boss, are you hungry, I bought you your favorite pork rib rice."

"How long have I been lying down?" Zhang Chi realized that his voice was hoarse as soon as he spoke.

"Two days." Zhang Chi's lips were extremely pale, he hurriedly poured a glass of water and handed it to Zhang Chi: "Drink some water."

"Where are the brothers?" He didn't take it, but turned to look at Zhou Xiaolin.

Zhou Xiaolin lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him. He clutched the water glass with trembling fists and remained silent for a while.

"Speak." Zhang Chi said sharply.

Zhou Xiaolin looked up at him, his eyes filled with water droplets, trying not to let them flow out, he wiped away the tears with his sleeve, choked up and said, "Ah Xiang and Yu Dong are dead."

Zhang Chi felt dizzy for a while, and an uncomfortable suffocation blocked his chest, making him unable to go out.Before asking him, there was still a glimmer of hope, maybe he was just seriously injured.However, the warehouse has been blown up like this, and they are still inside, how could they be spared.

After a while, Zhang Chi asked in a hoarse voice, "When will the funeral be done?"

"Brother Hua has made arrangements, tomorrow afternoon."

"Well, go through the discharge procedures for me tomorrow."

"Boss, Boss, your physical condition is not suitable for a funeral." Zhou Xiaolin said in a hurry after hearing this.

"Aren't you listening to what I'm saying now?" Zhang Chi's face was bloodless, but there was still a deterrent effect, and Zhou Xiaolin didn't dare to say anything for a while.

"Boss, let's do this." Zhou Xiaolin looked down at the ground, thought for a while, and said, "I'll talk to Brother Hua before going through the funeral two days later. You, your current physical condition, Brother Hua will not allow it to be like this Funeral."

"Okay." Zhang Chi nodded, not wanting to say more, lying on the bed and closing his eyes.

Zhou Xiaolin looked at him, hesitated to speak, he knew that he would not want to eat any food now, so he put the water glass and lunch box to the dining table closest to him, and left the ward silently.

-

He didn't know how he spent these hours, opening his eyes and then closing them, opening them again and closing them again, in a constant cycle.He wanted to force himself to fall asleep, but once Fan closed it, he could hear Ah Xiang and Yu Dong's pitiful cries continuously in his ears, like an absurd nightmare.

"Achi."

A thick and powerful voice sounded from the door, Zhang Chi slowly turned his gaze over, his bloodless lips parted slightly, and said in a low voice, "Brother Hua."

"Is it better?" Shen Hua took a stool and sat down on the right side of Zhang Chi's bed.

"Ah."

Shen Hua looked aside, the untouched lunch box was already cold, he sighed: "Have you eaten anything today?"

"I can't eat." Zhang Chi's voice was hoarse and weak, as if he hadn't said it for a long time.

"Drink some water first." Shen Hua took the water glass over.

"Okay." Zhang Chi took a few sips and put it aside.

"Ah Xiang and Yu Dong's funeral, I have arranged it until the 25th, you should rest well these few days, you must eat, and I will ask Xiao Lin to go to Nuan Nuan later, you can't just rely on the infusion, you know ?”

"Understood Brother Hua." Hearing the name of the deceased brother, Zhang Chi felt indescribable grief: "I'm sorry brothers."

"It's not your fault." Shen Hua sighed, caressing Zhang Chi's pale face with unbearable guilt: "It's all because I was too anxious, I thought things were done."

"I suspect there is an inside ghost."

Shen Hua frowned and looked at him.

"Why did the explosives appear at 19:8 am on the [-]th? Only you, me, and a few trustworthy brothers know about this." Zhang Chi looked at the ceiling without any fluctuations in his expression, and his voice was hoarse: "It may also leak the news , Let the colleagues know and destroy our plan, but we deal with it very low-key, unless there are ghosts to tell them, how can the news of the colleagues come so well.”

"Then you want to..."

"After I recover, I will investigate." Zhang Chi's voice was calm, but there was a frightening violence in his eyes: "Find out who did it, and I will never let him go."