I'm not a bomb, so please don't throw me out

After hearing the question, Jingzi paused slightly in stroking Yanmao's head, slowly withdrew his hand, and placed it on his knee casually, gradually a pure smile appeared on his face, and his voice lowered slightly, softly and nicely: "This Of course I thought about the problem, and I was scared for a while, not knowing what to do... or something.

However, one day I suddenly thought, why should I consider this kind of problem.

Why can't you trust Gang-jun, believe that he will solve it... and so on. "

Turning his head, Jingzi smiled brightly at Yan Mao, with a shy blush on his face, "If you think about it this way, you don't have to worry at all."

"Miss Jingzi is really great." Yanmao narrowed his eyes to express that Jingzi, your smile is so dazzling, he took a sip of sober tea, then stared at the tea in the water cup, and replied, "But it is difficult for ordinary people to think so.  … Question Yes, I am an ordinary person."

"What does it mean?"

"It means—" Yanmao drank the hangover tea in his mouth, "It means, I can't accept this kind of thinking. The consequence is that I don't want to like mafia men."

"Then Yan Maojiang wants to marry an ordinary person in the future?"

"If I quit Vengley, I will not live long... In every sense of the word. I am ready to be alone for the rest of my life."

Realizing that the trend of the conversation was getting farther and farther away from her original intention of staying and persuading Yan Mao, Jingzi changed the subject in a timely manner: "But having said that, it seems that Yan Maojiang is in good spirits now, and she doesn't look drunk at all."

"Usually I'm really drunk." Seeing that there was less than half of the water in the glass, Yanmao hooked his lips, "Now it's just relying on willpower."

"Are you trying not to get drunk? Yan Maojiang said just now that he likes being drunk."

"That's why it doesn't happen often." Yanmao waved his hand, "If I'm completely drunk, then I will lose my mind, which will directly lead to the inability to have today's Varia chief dinner, and may also incidentally cancel supper and tomorrow's breakfast, Then the bastard boss will get angry... I want to live on, Miss Kyoko."

Jingzi worriedly suggested to Yan Mao: "Since Valia's life is so horrible, just don't go back, stay, everyone will take care of you, Yan Maojiang."

"No."

"Eh?"

"That kind of thing, I absolutely don't want it."

Yanmao's answer was too neat, and Prison Temple's heart skipped a beat, and Jingzi was also a little surprised: "Yanmao sauce...why? If you stay here..."

Yanmao interrupted directly: "I won't stay. Absolutely."

Meng raised his head and drank all the tea in the cup, Yanmao sorted out his confused thoughts, looked at Jingzi, let her understand his eyes, and repeated: "I don't want to stay. Never stay here again .”

"What do you mean!"

Suddenly an angry voice rudely interrupted their conversation, Yanmao and Jingzi were surprised to see Yusi stand up from behind the opposite sofa.

"What do you mean you idiot, never stay here again!"

"... Prison, Prison Lord?" Jingzi checked again carefully, looked at the displeased Prison Temple and the calm Yanmao, and made a wise choice, "I'd better go out first, Gang-jun should be entangled by those women It's gone" and left quickly.

Putting the cup on the coffee table next to the sofa, Yanmao glanced at Prison Temple: "What do you mean?"

Walking up to Yanmao, looking down at Yanmao from a high position, Prison Temple stared at Yanmao unabashedly: "What do you mean by saying that you will never want to stay again!"

"It means literally."

"what?!"

"I said I won't stay any longer, what does it have to do with Mr. Prison Temple."

"Of course it does, I..."

Yanmao laughed at himself, and looked up at Shangyusi with unkind eyes without fear: "I have nothing to do with Mr. Yusi. I am just an ordinary subordinate of yours, and I have nothing to do with you other than those you like. I or similar rumors are all false."

- "Just as you think."

Yanmao, Valia told you to go home and cook

She said that she was just an ordinary subordinate of her own and had no relationship with her other than herself, and those rumors that she liked her or similar rumors were just false.

"Just as you thought."

Prison's mind went blank.

"Oh, you heard me. Don't pay attention to this just for the occasion." He absolutely couldn't say such words.

The atmosphere froze like this.

Closing his eyes, Yanmao took out the ring and box from the hidden pocket of his dress, stretched out his fingers to put on the ring, clenched his fists and ignited a flame, looked up, and saw the prison temple whose anger had subsided. When he came out, his expression was only slightly sad.

"Finally, give a gift to Mr. Prison Temple."

The aggressive look faded away, and Yan Mao returned to his original expression. Seeing that the prison temple had regained his senses, he returned his attention to the ring with satisfaction.Buckle the flame into the box, open the box, and the silver needle floats out, floating in the air.

Gift?

Prison Temple doesn't quite understand.

At least I don't quite understand the connection between the box weapon and the gift.

Yanmao stood up and looked at the prison temple: "Take out your ring, Mr. prison temple."

In fact, the prison temple has not fully recovered now, and just said "en" and raised the hand with Pengo Lie's ring high, aiming at the silver needle.

In the next second, as if the silver needle had received a signal, it slowly floated to a place five centimeters away from the Lanzhi Vengley Ring of the Prison Temple, and then a very thin stream of red light slowly emitted from the end of the silver needle , and slowly entangled Pengo Lie's ring, until the red light flow gradually faded until it disappeared, and the silver needle returned to the box.

Yanmao's box weapon can absorb other people's flames, and can also use the flames for his own use.

Prison Temple thought of this, but didn't have time to look at Yanmao and her box weapon in surprise.

Because the desperate cries, unwilling shouts, and vicious curses that the masters of these flames had not had time to say before they died had already filled the prison temple's thoughts, and tightly grasped everything about him.

Of course Prison Temple has heard such a voice, but it has never been like this. It seems that it is a cry from the depths of his soul, which makes him deeply feel the fear, pain and struggle.

Yanmao looked at the prison temple and frowned tightly, so he explained softly:

"I deprived them of their lives, so I have to save everything from them."

"If you accept their life, then you will get everything from them."

The prison temple closed his eyes, and the appearance of the masters of these flames immediately appeared in his mind, the distorted face, the hoarse throat, the gushing blood... If the prison temple was not used to such scenes, he thought he would not be able to bear it. Live and tremble.

Prison Temple thought he understood the meaning of the gift.

Yanmao must also have accepted the flame.

She was afraid.

She loathes the mafia who kills.Regarding everything about the mafia, she retreated without hesitation.

She probably...doesn't want to completely become a murderer.

Maybe... I don't even want to see myself being the one who gets killed.

He understood this intention.

But could not respond.

The side effects of accepting the flame gradually disappeared, and the prison temple also regained its composure. He let out a deep breath meaninglessly, and slowly opened his eyes, which happened to bump into Yanmao's eyes.

The stubbornness, reluctance, and determination in the golden pupils, until now, the prison temple dare not look directly at it.

Yanmao is more frank than him, can face it more directly, and cuts it off more easily than him.

Don't look away, the prison temple walked to the door in three or two steps, told Yanmao to take a good rest, his voice was tired, and then walked out of the lounge, and the door was closed with a "bang".

Yan Mao was shocked by the sound of closing the door, his body trembled, and his eyes swept across the quiet lounge, suddenly all the unwillingness, grievance, and empty loneliness surged in his body.

In fact, there is always only yourself in this world.

Rain in the middle of the night is hard to see.

But no one wants to light a red candle,

In this way, I can see the coldness in my heart.

When Yusi walked out of the lounge, he felt that Yanmao was calm and terrifying, as if she was suppressing something and didn't want her to see it. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. He walked towards the lounge in the direction.

In my heart, Yanmao is more important than I imagined.

Approaching the lounge at the end of the corridor, the voice from the lounge was especially clear in the silent corridor.

Prison stood at the door, looking through the glass on the door of the lounge watching Yan Mao, shaking her shoulders and laying on the sofa, crying bitterly. The loud cry mixed with her emotions went straight through the door of the room, making Prison Almost suffocating.

But there was nothing he could do.He couldn't go into the room to comfort her, let alone give her any apology or promise.So I can only watch her cry, and then go further and further away.

I seem to make you cry every time.

So as long as you leave me, your life will be the same as before.

××××××××

The end of the dance party was later than what Jingzi said, but it was much earlier than the normal end time, and the guests had almost left by 10:30 in the evening. Provocative, each family has long been in the mood to put it on the ball.As the Dwight family took the lead to leave, some large and small families followed suit, and the impatient Walia Boss also got up and searched for Yanmao.

Just as Gang Ji wanted Jingzi to call Yanmao out of the lounge, he saw Yanmao walking out of the corridor alone.

Note, it is Yanmao with red and swollen eyes, haggard look and blurred eyes.

Although Yanmao looks worrying, she is actually very sober now, at least relatively sober.