Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

"The last time the three of us got together, I remember it was five years ago." Yue Jingyao picked up a glass of red wine and smiled lightly. He was wearing a black T-shirt and dark green overalls, and his figure was well outlined.

"Yeah." Ling Chao, who was sitting on the other side, replied in a low voice, with short flaxen hair clinging to the nape of his neck, looking very neat and tidy, "Since Brother Jiang left, I have been worried every day for the past five years."

But the man sitting on the sofa between them didn't say a word, he just stared at the red wine glass in his hand with gloomy eyes, his thoughts drifted to nowhere.

"Jiang Lu?" Yue Jingyao noticed his distracted old friend, and couldn't help stretching out two fingers and shaking them in front of his eyes, "How much is this?"

Then, the man in a pure black shirt glanced at him, his eyes were piercingly cold, because his hair was all combed back to reveal a full forehead, which made his facial features deeper and deeper.

Yue Jingyao's spine shivered when he was stared at by the other party, he withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: Tsk, this guy is scary when he looks at people with a cold face, but after five years of missions, he came back, despite his big voice However, the sense of oppression and the coldness of the forest seemed to have become more intense...

"Brother Jiang, what are you thinking?" Ling Chao approached him with a smile and asked, and put his chin on Jiang Lu's left shoulder affectionately.

"It's nothing." Jiang Lu stretched out his leather-gloved hand and pushed Ling Chao's face aside, glanced at the scattered wine bottles on the table with an indifferent expression, and said slowly: "It's almost enough to drink, you go back. "

Ling Chao smiled indifferently, leaned sideways on the sofa and asked, "Then when are you going back?"

Jiang Lu was silent for a while, slowly stroking the rim of the wine glass with his left hand, and said in a low voice, "When he returns to my arms."

"Brother Jiang, five years can change a lot of things. If he is already with someone else, then you..." Ling Chao hadn't finished speaking when suddenly glass shards flew across his cheeks and slashed down sharply. A tiny wound.

It turned out that it was Jiang Lu who directly crushed the goblet containing red wine in his hand, and the splashed wine and glass shards flew past in mid-air.

"Excuse me." Jiang Lu calmly took out a paper towel to wipe off the wine on the leather gloves, picked up the black windbreaker that was hanging on the armrest, stood up and opened the curtain and walked out.

Yue Jingyao glanced at Ling Chao whose expression suddenly became gloomy, sighed silently, and said, "Give up, Ling Chao."

Hearing this, Ling Chao gave him a sinister look, got up and left without saying a word.

"Tch." Yue Jingyao also became angry when he was watched, and he couldn't help kicking the edge of the coffee table hard.

……

……

Mu Zhichan sat in front of the bar and finished the last bite of steak and cooking, which made He Mumu, who was sitting by the side drinking vodka, seem like an idiot.

No, Mu Zhichan is the idiot.

He Mumu thought with a blank face, and then there was a vibration from the optical brain on his wrist, and he looked down and saw that it was one of his big clients.

"I'll answer the phone, you are not allowed to drink." He Mumu patted him on the shoulder to warn, and said to the bartender worriedly: "If he wants wine, you can't make it for him."

The bartender blinked and said "OK."

"Tsk, it's really long-winded." Mu Zhichan said lazily with one hand on her chin, her orange-gold pupils seemed to be soaked with a layer of moisture.

After He Mumu left, Mu Zhichan raised the corners of her lips and smiled at the bartender: "Don't listen to him, handsome guy, come here, get me a glass of iced vodka."

"But the boss said he can't," the bartender said.

"Your boss is afraid that I drink too much to make fun of people, and I just want to make him jealous. This is my interest with him." Mu Zhichan leaned closer to the bartender and said in a low voice, and the bartender's heartbeat accelerated a lot.

"Okay, brother, please wait a moment." The bartender was not very old, with a cute baby face and a cute smile, but his bartending skills were terrifyingly familiar.

"Hmm." Mu Zhichan made a sexy nasal sound, followed the white hand of the bartender manager with her eyes, the hand of that person suddenly appeared in her mind, and she couldn't help but chuckled.

"Did brother think of something happy?" The bartender pushed the vodka with ice cubes floating in front of Mu Zhichan, leaned his elbows on the bar and asked closer.

"Your hands are beautiful." Mu Zhichan muttered to himself, picked up the vodka and took several sips in a row. is crying.

Soon the glass of vodka was completely drank by Mu Zhichan. He hooked the rim of the glass with his finger and said in a hoarse voice: "One more glass."

"Okay." So, while mixing the drink, the bartender looked at Mu Zhichan's exposed collarbone, which was illuminated by the yellowed light, becoming more and more attractive, and with vague desire, he looked at his Adam's apple fretting.

"Actually, I think my brother's hands are pretty." The bartender put the second glass of vodka in front of Mu Zhichan and smiled, then stretched out his left hand to him, and said in distress: "And my little finger is actually a little short……"

Vodka is strong alcohol, so its energy is added very quickly, so Mu Zhichan's brain quickly became dull, looking straight at the hand with sharp bones, and then slowly pressed his face against it Rubbing lightly, there was an inaudible whisper from the lips: "Brother Kill..."

The bartender didn't hear the raving, he just stared straight at the handsome face of the person in front of him, feeling the soft touch from his palm, his eyes fell on Mu Zhichan's slightly parted lips.

As if bewitched, the bartender uncontrollably narrowed the distance between the two of them, and he could hear his heart beating faster and faster.

But the next second the bartender stopped abruptly, and a terrifying murderous intent pierced his soul like a sharp knife, as if he would...

dead.

The bartender watched stiffly as Mu Zhichan was covered by a high-quality pure black windbreaker, and then was gently clasped in his arms by a tall and elegant man.

Jiang Lu lowered his eyes to look at Mu Zhichan's flushed cheeks. No one knew that his heart was full of turbulent emotions. He only greedily traced the other person's face, and his focused eyes looked a little scary.

The bartender held his breath, cold sweat rolled down his jaw, and he felt a throbbing pain in his temple.

The sense of oppression from the superior to the inferior is enormous. There was once a piece of news that the superior launched a mental attack on the inferior, causing the inferior to be brain-dead on the spot.

"When He Mumu comes back, tell him that the person who took him away is named Jiang." Jiang Lu looked up at the bartender and said slowly, pressing Mu Zhichan's head on his left shoulder and neck, and then directly He picked it up horizontally, and his eyes sank immediately.

How can it be so easy...

"Okay, okay." The bartender said tremblingly, watching Jiang Lu who was holding Mu Zhichan stride away, until he couldn't see him anymore, then his legs went limp and he collapsed on the high chair, unable to get up for a long time have to come.

……

At this time, Mu Zhichan's mind has been completely paralyzed by alcohol, he feels like he is in a dream, everything is hazy.

But when he smelled the extremely familiar cold fragrance in his nostrils, and at the same time his cheek was pressed against the other's warm chest, he couldn't help but curved his lips into a smile, and pushed his head out of the black windbreaker.

"Brother Lu, this time you are finally alive in my dream..." Mu Zhichan gently brushed Jiang Lu's lips with her fingertips, muttering to herself.

With dark eyes, Jiang Lu let Mu Zhichan move, hugged him out of the car without saying a word, and strode into a penthouse with a very metallic texture.

This villa is the place where Jiang Lun currently lives. It is mainly in black, white and gray, with a simple layout and a sense of sight of a business office.

"Brother Lu, why did your appearance change..." Mu Zhichan stared blankly at Jiang Lu's face, sliding her fingers over his eyebrows, nose bridge, cheeks, and lips.

"Don't like it?" Jiang Lu said in a deep voice, sitting on the light gray sofa with someone in his arms, his arms were tightly wrapped around Mu Zhichan's waist, there was no gap between the two of them, the force was strong It was as if he wanted to embed Mu Zhichan into his own flesh and blood.

Mu Zhichan was forced to boast to sit on Jiang Lu's big moon retreat. After hearing this question, he smiled, kissed the corner of his lips, and said in a low voice: "As long as it's you, the others are fine. It doesn't matter at all."

Jiang Lu pursed his lips, closed his eyes, buried his face into Mu Zhichan's neck, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, Chanchan."

Mu Zhichan was slightly taken aback, but when he was about to say something, he felt a strong sense of nausea welling up in his throat. He hastily pushed Jiang Lu and said, "Brother Lu, let me go down, it's uncomfortable..."

Hearing this, Jiang Lu directly carried him into the bathroom, just as he put Mu Zhichan on the ground, the other party immediately turned around holding the toilet and vomited in a daze, his face turned pale in an instant, and his stomach also Cramps started.

After vomiting, Mu Zhichan didn't forget to flush the water. The faint smell of blood and bitterness in his mouth made him a little dizzy. In the next second, he was picked up by Jiang Lu and hugged him with a face as heavy as water. Go to the master bedroom and put it gently on the bed.

Afterwards, Jiang Lu took off his shoes and socks for someone, and when he was about to turn around to get Mu Zhichan's pajamas, his wrist was tightly grabbed by someone.

"Don't go Brother Lu, don't go, please..." Mu Zhichan said hoarsely, her expression became painful and desperate, as if she was on the verge of collapse.

Jiang Lu looked at such a fragile Mu Zhichan and felt that he was going to be out of breath, and every beat of his heart would bring severe pain and burning sensation.

"Don't go, I won't go again." Jiang Lu's big palm rested on the back of Mu Zhichan's neck, rubbing it soothingly, and kissed his forehead, eyelids, cheeks, lips...every kiss All light and soft.

"I'll get you pajamas." Jiang Lu took Mu Zhichan's left hand and bit his fingertips lightly. His smoky pupils were full of fiery love, and his voice was soft. Low and deep: "Don't worry, I'm within your line of sight."

The author has something to say: I edited the word "undercover", and typed it up yesterday when I was sleepy and unconscious. My friend only knew that Jiang Lu was on a mission, but he didn't know that it was an undercover mission. Ha orz, I am sorry for the misunderstanding.

感谢在2020072222:08:172020072323:16:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 9 bottles, Lu Feng, can you do it; 2 bottles if you think about it; 1 bottle in the southeast;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!