Settled in the sweet spot

In fact, He Zheng knew An Xula's purpose for going to the shopping mall, and the IQ of these people was not underestimated.

The detection ability is first-class, and the ability to capture things and the environment is extremely sensitive.

He knew that the next day would be his birthday, but since the death of his relatives, He Zheng became more and more disgusted with this day. The group celebrated his birthday with nothing more than eating longevity noodles and giving him a gift one by one.

He Zheng didn't look forward to this, he had long lost the ability of normal people to expect surprises, to feel love from others, and to care for others.

The nightmare was at midnight. He Zheng dreamed that he was 16 and a half years old again. He returned to his big house after school. His parents who were far away in Africa suddenly appeared in the living room. The two smiled kindly and described He Zheng's height change.

Mom said today was He Zheng's birthday and she wanted to take him shopping for clothes, and dad said she wanted to take him to drink in the evening, and the family of three went out hand in hand.

Suddenly, the large area of ​​roses that had been planted in front of the door disappeared, and in front of He Zheng was a vast lake.

He Zheng began to have a bad feeling in his dream, and the parents on both sides suddenly let go of his hands, and walked into the lake side by side.

"No!"

The 16-year-old He Zheng yelled hoarsely, but he couldn't catch his parents when he reached out, so he just watched helplessly as his parents sank into the lake.

"No! Dad! Mom!"

His parents were about to disappear on the lake, and He Zheng knelt on the ground with all his strength. He gritted his teeth and walked on his knees, wanting to disappear with his parents, but his mother's voice came to him.

"Xiaozheng, take good care of my sister for my parents, An An will be dependent on my brother from now on."

"No! No!"

Suddenly, the screen changed, and He Zheng was standing barefoot on the side of the road. He looked down at himself, the knees of his trousers were wet, as if water had been splashed from the lake just now.

A long and sharp whistle sounded from far away, and He Zheng's temples thumped wildly. His bloodshot eyes looked towards the middle of the road.

"An'an!"

With two crooked braids on her head and a snow-white doll dress, the little girl persistently ran to the other side of the road regardless of the big truck that was rushing up from one side.

"An'an!" He Zheng's whole body seemed to be numb from the electric shock, and his throat felt sweet when he shouted, but An'an was still thrown ten meters away by the truck.

Lying in a pool of blood, a whole snow-white skirt was soaked in blood red, like a prop doll in a thriller.

As if his legs were hanging in the air, He Zheng kicked his legs fiercely, opened his eyes exaggeratedly, and woke up from the dream.

After smoking two cigarettes, without any sleepiness, He Zheng touched the inside of his wrist unconsciously. There was a deep scar there. It was not a work-related injury, but he himself didn't want to live anymore, but Pei Xiangjing sent him to the rescue in time.

Although He Zheng was grieved after his parents passed away, he still remembered to take care of his younger blood relatives. After witnessing the failure of his sister's rescue, his spirit became in a trance, he couldn't concentrate in class, he couldn't die, and he was depressed. Found him at that time.

Later, when Pei Xiangjing sent him to join the army, He Zheng finally recovered from the severe blow. However, after all these years, sleeping pills and antidepressants were still his bedside occasionally.

"He Zheng?"

An Xu lay at the door and closed his eyes to call for someone, but He Zheng, who was sleeping wide open on the bed, didn't respond at all. He was worried, stood up and approached He Zheng's bed openly, and pulled He Zheng away from him with his body turned. The summer cool quilt of "one hundred and eight thousand miles".

Before covering the quilt, An Xu took a quick glance at He Zheng, a mass that should not be underestimated was dormant between his legs, good guy, isn't it too heavy to walk?

Curiosity killed the cat, blushing, An Xu quickly covered it with the corner of the quilt.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the bedside table. There were a few pieces of thick tinfoil on it, and a gap was left in the top drawer. An Xu first turned his head to look at He Zheng, who was still sleeping peacefully, and leaned over to open the drawer.

A bottle of sleeping pills stood closest to him. An Xu raised his eyebrows and took it out, turned the bottle to check the number of pills, and opened the bottle cap with difficulty.

Looking at the fragments on the cabinet, according to He Zheng's rigorous style, An Xu was sure that he just opened it last night.

"Wow", a bottle of sleeping pills was poured on the cabinet. An Xu counted them one by one and put them back into the bottle. No wonder He Zheng hasn't woken up yet. With this dose, just a few more pills can hit 120.

An Xu couldn't figure out what could force He Zheng, a strong man of steel who was invulnerable to all poisons, to take sleeping pills to avoid his birthday.

He looked at He Zheng, who had his eyes closed, with hatred, raised one leg towards the bed, stepped on He Zheng's thigh and shook him.

"Wake up, wake up."

"He Zheng, if you have a seed, give it to me..."

Huh! Why did He Zheng reach out and grab his ankle before he opened his eyes, pulling and pulling, An Xu swayed and lay down on He Zheng's bed.

As a national special combatant, one must maintain absolute caution at all times. This is an essential principle engraved in the bones of He Zheng and everyone in the special security team, and it has become a subconscious conditioned reflex.

Even if the consciousness is not clear, the body has made a simple and rough judgment on the behavior of being "attacked" by an external force at this moment. The alarm of "receiving an attack" precedes the brain.

He Zheng's powerful arms grabbed An Xu's ankles and immediately withdrew his hands, bending his arms across the victim's chest.

An Xu's sternum was almost crushed by He Zheng, and Xin Hao opened his eyes.

At this moment, He Zheng pressed on An Xu's body in an absolutely enveloping posture, his sharp eyes met An Xu's, and the face of the person under him was red from the suffocation of the chest.

The two people's faces were close to each other, almost immediately, An Xu's flickering eyelashes had swept He Zheng's eyelids a few times.

Realizing that the person beneath him was An Xu, He Zheng withdrew his hands. As soon as he stood up, he immediately noticed that his lower body was empty and chilly.

Withdrawing his lowered gaze, Xia Liang's legs were covered by An Xu's violent coughing.

An Xu turned over and "bounced" off his bed, breathing calmly along his chest with his right hand.

"What can I do for you?" He Zheng said in a low voice.

An Xu raised his head after confirming that the struggle just now didn't touch the injured arm, "It's a good thing it's the captain of the criminal police."

He Zheng's gaze was cold, and his voice softened, "Sorry, I'm used to being defensive."

Thinking that this guy He Zheng might have had a lot of distress last night, An Xu didn't bother to bother with him, and put on his trademark naughty smile again, narrowing his eyes to look at him.

"Yesterday when you paid the bill, you said that today you will celebrate your birthday, so change your clothes quickly. I called Dalong and the others to pick us up in a car."

"Nothing to celebrate, I want to rest and go with them by yourself."

"Hey, why don't you rest, young people should go out more often."

While persuading He Zheng, An Xu went around the end of the bed and walked towards the closet against the wall, without looking outside, just like the owner of the house.

Opening the closet, a set of military uniform and a set of police uniforms are well protected with dust covers. Other casual clothes are all black shirts and white short sleeves.

An Xu took off a black shirt and a pair of slim trousers, and kept talking.

"You said that if you don't go out and walk more, how can you be worthy of your little brother, keep fit, keep fit, how can you keep fit if you don't go out to keep fit?"

"..."

The man sitting by the bed looked at An Xu with his back turned to him with half-closed eyelids, and was entangled in the word "little" just now.

Is he young?

At this time, Captain He wanted to smoke a cigarette to think about this serious issue that insulted the dignity of a man.

Black clothes and trousers covered his head and face, he heard An Xu say again.

"The aesthetics are not bad, but it's too simple. Get dressed quickly. We haven't had breakfast yet. My own clothes are still waiting for your help, the team leader."

"..."

He Zheng took off the clothes on his head, looked up at An Xu again, "pop", a pair of boxers flew onto his face...

"Why are you dawdling and chirping, Maliuer."

An Xu leaned against the cabinet door and looked at He Zheng carelessly. The Northeast dialect just now was taught to him by Shen Long.

He Zheng was as motionless as a mountain, clutching his panties with one hand, and raised his eyes to meet An Xu who was in the corner.

That expression seems to be saying, "You don't avoid suspicion when I wear panties?"

An Xu really had no intention of avoiding suspicion. He was afraid that He Zheng's words would not count and he would not go out. At least judging from his current expression, He Zheng was willing to go out.

So he doesn't go out.

Not only did not avoid suspicion, but he also whistled leisurely.

He Zheng was speechless, so he could only turn his back on An Xu, put on his underwear and outer pants, and put on his shirt with long hands and arms.

How could An Xu have the guts to look at He Zheng, he was just a mimosa pretending to be a wolf with a big tail, and he didn't dare to look at him until He Zheng unhurriedly buttoned up his buttons.

With wide shoulders and narrow waist, a typical inverted triangle figure, even with a button on it exudes a charming and dangerous atmosphere.

Breakfast was sliced ​​whole wheat bread taken out of the refrigerator. The bread heating machine was working. An Xu, who was dressed, was eating a piece of cold bread and sitting behind He Zheng, who was frying eggs.

"Everyone is a brother who was born and died. Honestly, why did you take so many sleeping pills last night?"

Fortunately, He is just a strong adult, and someone else would have to go to the hospital for a day.

After the secret was discovered, He Zheng's shoulders stiffened slightly, and he turned over the fried egg in the frying pan, "It's just insomnia."

As a man, as a man who shoulders heavy responsibilities, is usually strong and has no weaknesses, He Zheng does not allow others to find out that he has weaknesses.

An Xu was very dissatisfied with the answer he ate. The cold, dry and hard bread tasted chewy in his mouth, so he took out a paper and put it on it.

"You stuffy gourd, it's just that the matter in your heart is too heavy, and there will be no good results if you go on like this. If you don't want to tell me, you should find a psychiatrist as soon as possible.

Oh, you can also find Suizi, she is versatile in internal medicine, surgery, cardiology, psychiatry, and cardiology, and she is an acquaintance, so you don't need to spend money. "

"no."

An Xu looked at He Zheng from outside.

The man was busy with the work on the stove and didn't explain too much. It's not that he didn't want to talk to An Xu, but he didn't know how to express his inner feelings at all. His heart was so barren that he didn't need a psychiatrist.

Just after eating, they heard commotion at the door, and they almost cleaned up, walking side by side to the door.

As soon as the door was opened, there were three muffled gunshots, and then colorful shiny papers were scattered around.

Looking at He Zheng and An Xu standing side by side, Tang Sancai and the others were throwing flowers and ribbons, as if the "newcomers" were getting married.

The four people at the door were dressed brightly, with gold necklaces hanging around their necks, and they greeted each other with smiles.

An Xu also smiled, and two small dimples immediately appeared on his cheeks, and He Zheng still had a wooden face.

"It seems that our boss is unwilling to accept the fact that he is one year older~"

"..."

small theater:

He Zheng: Little brother?

An Xu: Big, big brother, big Bubble Gum brother! Is it enough for a big duck, hum! >_