Incredible couple

Consciousness said.

"Then you agree to travel." Sweet said happily, "We can use the suspension car first, and then transfer to the car after I recover, oh──I really like traveling, and I will never get tired of it."

"I didn't say I agreed!" Joyce hated his brother always distorting his words.

"It's just traveling with my brother, isn't it difficult?" Byron said, "I thought you were brothers, but I didn't expect that you would not even want to travel with your brother."

"Are you looking for death?" Joyce looked at the other man aggressively, his anger was full of anger, and Byron was hitting the muzzle of the gun.

He has no temper like a soft persimmon in front of his brother, but he is like a hedgehog to me, Byron thought sadly, why doesn't he treat me softly, at least I won't pick him because he is a soft persimmon .

"It's just a trip." Byron watched him spread his hands, "When your brother has had enough fun, you can send him to a safe place to hide."

"Good idea." Sweet's eyes lit up, "Joyce, take me on a trip together."

"No." Joyce refused decisively.

"Why? I promised you to leave after playing enough."

"You're not leaving."

"Joyce, you make me so sad." Sweet said, "You don't believe me, I'm your brother, I will never lie to you." He looked at his brother sadly as if he had been hit hard , "I love you, Joyce, but you make me so sad."

Joyce stared in disbelief at his brother, who made such a perfect expression, his fists in both hands were clenched tightly—but he would never swing them out.Can he still not know about Sweet's habits?Whatever is said, as long as the "shelf life" has not passed, he will definitely abide by it, but who knows how long the "shelf life" is?He once said to him who raised doubts: "What I say, the 'shelf life' is of course up to me. Everything in this world can have a 'shelf life', why can't words have it."

Joyce didn't believe that Sweet would leave obediently after playing. He had to persuade him to find a place to live after he recovered from his injury anyway, and he would never be able to settle down with him.

34 Joyce's Past

Half an hour later, Joyce walked out of the ward with a gloomy face, and Byron closed the door behind him.

Joyce's position on sending his brother away is firm, but it's obviously not enough compared to his brother's bitterness.Sweet kept expressing how sad and grieving he was, how much he wanted to maintain the brotherhood between them, and then he acted so weak that he could faint when the wind blows. Silently said everywhere, "I just woke up after the operation, I shouldn't talk for so long and maintain agitated emotions, so Joyce, you should promise me to let me rest at ease, otherwise I will stay awake forever, This is too bad for your body, how can you bear it?"

Joyce's eyes are about to breathe fire—he has the ability to do that, but what good will it do if he breathes fire, Sweet will not just close his eyes obediently, but will definitely hold his chest Pretentiously said: "Oh my God, you scared me, I feel like my heart is going to jump out, Joyce, since you are impatient, you should hurry up and promise me, don't you even have a good night's sleep after surgery?" Would you like to give it to me?"

Sweet deliberately distorted the reasons for his impatience, implying that he did so inhumanely, blatantly blaming him for disrespecting his brother, and constantly expressing that he was weak. The younger brother should back down a bit. Joyce was wronged very much, but He couldn't refute it in a word, and he has never been good at playing tricks.

Byron accidentally laughed out loud, and the small voice made Joyce furious. He turned around and pressed the big man behind him against the wall, looking at him angrily.

"You didn't help me!" he said angrily.

"I've been helping you." Byron said innocently.

"You are helping him!"

"He is your brother. If I help him, isn't it the same as helping you?"

Joyce's brows trembled, and he decided not to talk nonsense with him. He didn't want to argue with anyone about anything now, not even such a stupid thing as putting some sugar in the coffee!Joyce raised his fist, sulking at his brother, and he planned to vent it violently.

"You guys are still beating." Hogan came back, and when he saw his parents entangled outside the ward, he was suddenly unhappy, "Uncle just finished his operation, shouldn't you go in and see him?" It was just because of his parents They just went out to play after the fight started, and when they came back, they still played completely oblivious, which was so disappointing.

"I've already seen it." Byron blocked the oncoming fist and took the time to reply.

"Oh, I'll go see him again." Hogan happily bypassed the two fighting and walked towards the ward.

"He's asleep, don't disturb him." Joyce warned, his hands still moving smoothly.

"I know, I'm not a child, so I won't make a scene." Hogan turned around and said seriously, "I won't fight like you guys, my uncle will like me, I can play him a lullaby Listen." After it finished speaking, it turned around and continued walking, its back was full of pride, and its loyal guard, Buck, followed closely.

The entangled Iceman and Fireman stopped their movements and looked at each other.

"Is he despising us?" Byron said incredulously.

"I haven't taught him a lesson for a long time." Joyce said calmly, thinking that one day he would find time to let that little guy understand who is the leader of the family, and the leader cannot be desecrated!

──He seems to have forgotten that not long ago, he had the idea of ​​"be nicer to the children from now on".

"You are its mother..." Byron was accidentally punched, and nosebleeds flowed from one nostril. He touched his nose and rolled his eyes at the person who was pressing him, "You can't deny it no matter how much Yes, Hogan has identified you."

The position of the two of them at this moment was that Byron was like the sandwich of a sandwich, with Joyce on the back and the wall on the front, and that guy was staring at him with his fangs and claws, his eyes were dark, like a mysterious deep pool.

"Don't be so provocative." Byron couldn't help but licked the other's lips.He liked Joyce's aggressive expression more and more, and he felt that Joyce at that time was very, very attractive and irresistible.

"There's something wrong with your eyes." Joyce cursed, and let go of the hand that was holding him down.He felt that Byron must have been abstinent for too long and had hallucinations. He clearly wanted to beat him up, but he called him seductive? !

"I see you doing everything now, and I feel that you are seducing me." Byron looked at his lover affectionately, hoping that the latter would melt in his tender eyes.

"Bullshit." Joyce sat on the waiting chair for his family outside the ward, and lost the motivation to fight for a moment. Looking at the white wall in front of him, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Thinking about a travel route?" Byron sat next to him, threw away the paper blocking his nostrils, and said happily, "Where do you plan to go first?"

Joyce gave him a vicious look. "Don't tell me about it," he warned.

"Okay." Byron smiled, "Then tell me about your brothers."

"Why should I tell you?"

"Because your brother is sleeping, you can't tell me." Byron said naturally.

Joyce quickly turned around, hugged his head and pressed it to the ground, as if to break his spine.Byron quickly grabbed the former's neck with his hands behind his back, and the two rolled to the ground.It took a while to be quiet again.

They returned to their chairs, sprawled out like two lumps of ooze.

"Hey, don't act like a melancholy prince, it's disgusting." Byron suddenly interrupted the quiet atmosphere.These words are likely to make Joyce do it again, but what can be done, I am not used to the other party's appearance at all, so just say what's on my mind, he is not an outsider.

Joyce gave him a sideways look, a little surprised he didn't jump up to fight.Byron saw him lift his hand to pick his nostrils, then his ear holes, and it took him a long time to say slowly, "Where do I start?" He had no experience in telling stories.

"Let's start when you... ran away from home." Byron replied with interest, sitting upright and staring at him happily.

"It's been a long time." Joyce muttered, then lost in memory.

"I left home when I was 13, and I traveled a lot..." he said, "and then I found Boren, and I joined Boren as a killer..."

"Stop." Byron raised two fingers, "Tell me why you ran away from home. I think you love your brother quite a lot. Why did you leave?"

"Because I always get him into trouble, and every time it's a big trouble." Joyce frowned. He came back happily after winning the battle, but when he went out the next day, he would be covered in bruises."

"You grew up in the ghetto?" Byron asked.

"Yes."

"Oh..." Another name for the ghetto is always the crime-prone area. There are poor people, undocumented black households, and released criminals.In the eyes of many self-confessed savvy politicians, what can the poor and criminals have to offer?The air on the earth will be cleaner after death.

"Every time he came back he would say 'Joyce, hug me, I'm in pain'." Joyce paused.

His childhood memories are not very joyful, basically they are fighting and making trouble.Who told him that he was born with Pyro, Pyro's self-control has always been poor, he always loses his temper uncontrollably, most of the time he even provoked it first, and often accidentally strikes hard.Sweet always told him to hold back, but Pyro never