It is said that childhood sweethearts are official match!

Wait, what is it?

The author has something to say: Er Gengjun who came late,,

93 Reunited ~!

"Ding!"

After getting out of the elevator, Mozi walked to the door that hadn't been touched in two years, hesitated for a while, raised her hand and entered the password hesitantly.

"Dididi—click!" The door opened.

While he breathed a sigh of relief, an inexplicable sweetness welled up in Mozi's heart. It has been two years and he still hasn't changed the password. Does it mean that he has been waiting for her return?

Mozi pursed her lips, pushed open the door and walked in. There was a pair of women's slippers in front of the hall. They were the couple slippers that Mozi and Tezuka bought together when Tezuka just moved in. Now it seems that although they are a bit old, But clean and tidy and well kept.

After walking in, everything was so familiar, and there was an indescribable emotion clamoring in her heart, Mozi took a deep breath, and put the bag on the sofa.

"Ka" The bathroom door opened, and Tezuka came out while wiping his dripping hair, and was surprised to see her.

"Sorry, I got up late, wait a minute, I'm preparing dinner now."

Mozi curled her lips into a smile: "It's okay, I'm early. You haven't been back for long, have you? Resting for a while, I see that you have dark circles under your eyes."

Tezuka rubbed his temples, "It's much better after sleeping all afternoon, I'm going to change clothes first."

After that, he walked into the bedroom and closed the door.

Mozi shrugged her shoulders, looked around boredly, and suddenly her eyes froze.

On the wooden floor in front of the open kitchen, a pit the size of an index finger was suddenly exposed, and there were scorched black marks around the pit that seemed to have been burned by fire.

The thunder-like rush seemed to be still echoing in her ears. Mozi supported the back of the sofa and frowned and took a few breaths. Only now did Mozi realize that she didn't have the horrible feeling of being pointed at a gun and dying. Forget, but deep in the heart.

Mozi bit the tip of her tongue, the tingling pain made her recover, she walked slowly and squatted down, brushing her fingers over the scorched edge.

I vaguely remember my thoughts at that time, and I am glad that I found out that the murderer was me instead of Tezuka.

Mozi stood up abruptly, walked to Tezuka's bedroom, unscrewed the handle and pushed the door open.

Tezuka turned around in shock. At this time, he was only wearing a pair of loose home trousers. His upper body was naked and naked. The towel in his hand subconsciously covered his chest. , At a loss, he turned his back and threw the towel on the bed, pulled the clothes and quickly put it on his head.

"...It will be fine soon."

Mozi walked over to stop his hand from putting on his clothes, frowned and looked down carefully.

"What's going on here? Why are there so many wounds?!" At the end, the voice couldn't help but amplify excitedly.Mozi raised her head, her stubborn eyes fixed on Tezuka's.

Tezuka silently glanced at the large and small bruises on his body, pulled down his clothes, and tried to look relaxed.

"It's nothing, I hit it a few times during the task, and it will be fine in two days."

Mozi didn't let go of the hand holding the clothes, she pushed Tezuka hard, Tezuka caught off guard and sat down on the bed.

Mozi took off Tezuka's jumper, and with a movement of Tezuka's arm, he obediently asked Mozi to throw the clothes away.

Moban surrounded Tezuka and observed carefully.There were countless bruises, but the most serious one was a scar on the back that was nearly ten centimeters long and half of it had healed, revealing pink and white flesh, and a scorched mark on the upper arm. Mozi's heart skipped a beat, a gunshot wound? !

Seeing Mozi's face sinking like water, Tezuka confessed to be lenient: "...the more aggressive criminals I met before, this one was just grazed by bullets and burned."

Mozi suddenly raised her head and stared at him: "Then what about this, this, and this?!" His subordinates unceremoniously poked other large and small wounds that were scabbed or still bright red with the tips of their nails.

"Hmm!" Tezuka snorted, with a look of pain on his face, looking at Mozi who was speechless.

Mozi's heart ached for a while, and the strength in her hand unconsciously relaxed, feeling bitter, and pinched his intact wheat-colored strong chest again.

"Little Mo..." Tezuka looked at the gasping girl in front of him, and Mozi looked at him, but found that there was a bit of aggrieved and cautious expression in the man's eyes.

Mozi paused, trembling with Tezuka's rare cute look, and even most of her anger subsided, Mozi quickly turned her face away, cursing inwardly, stinking bastard!How could he trick a handsome man!

After calming down, Mozi said dryly, "I heard from my aunt that you were injured, and I saw her look. It seems that you have kept a lot of things hidden from her."

Tezuka observed Mozi's expression, and based on his understanding of her, he knew that she was not very angry now, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief, "Mother will be worried." Tezuka replied honestly.

"..." Being so honest, Mozi didn't know what to say. She sighed decadently, half-knelt between Tezuka's legs, brushed her fingers over the scar on his chest, and said faintly, "No one will worry about you like this." Is it? You still say to protect me, how can you protect me if you can't even take care of yourself? "

He raised his eyes and looked directly into Tezuka's eyes, with resentful eyes: "I just saw the bullet marks on the floor outside...why didn't they fix it?"

Tezuka's subconscious muscles tensed where Mozi's fingers passed, and when he heard her question, Tezuka hoarsely said: "...I want to remind myself how useless I was once, and let my woman Injured, this will be my motivation to move forward, spur me all the time."

"But I don't like it." Mozi pursed her lips aggrievedly, with tears in her eyes: "When I see it, I am afraid, and I will definitely have nightmares at night. This team is like the horn of death. I've had a brush with death."

Tezuka was a little flustered: "Sorry, I don't know, I'll fix it right away." After saying that, he struggled to stand up.

"Ah!" "Uh——"

Since Mozi was still kneeling between Tezuka's legs, when Tezuka stood up, he inevitably bumped into...

Mozi covered her forehead with black lines on her face, Tezuka fell back on the bed, arched in embarrassment.

"...Did you do it on purpose?" Mozi squinted at Tezuka, and Tezuka bowed even more in her eyes, "How is it possible..."

Mozi glanced at the soft fabric that was getting higher and higher, coughed, stood up and sat on the bed, "...Forget it, at least I didn't hit my mouth."

"..." The old man who was almost 22 was so shocked by Mozi's heroic words that he couldn't speak.

Mozi tried her best to ignore the contradictory point, "...Forget about the bullet hole, I'm fine now, but you have to know, how dangerous what you did is, I don't want to be a widow, if that's the case, I'll just find you Forget it, at least you don’t have to worry about it!”

"No, the higher-ups have already notified me that after these few months of internship, I will directly enter the agency after graduation." Tezuka quickly explained, and after he finished speaking, he realized the key point of Mozi's words before, and stared slightly with his narrow peach blossom eyes. , "Xiaomo...you forgive me?"

Mozi glared at him fiercely, "You kissed me forcefully last time, why didn't you ask me if I forgive you then?"

Tezuka choked, a slight blush appeared on his tanned skin, and he muttered, "Sorry..."

Seeing Tezuka's embarrassment, Mozi let go instead, squinting her eyes and smiling cunningly: "What is there to be sorry for? Kiss me." She put her hand on Tezuka's thigh unconsciously, Leaning closer to him, "But I don't want to find any more wounds on your body, it's so ugly."

Mozi felt the muscles on Tezuka's thigh tightened to a state as hard as iron, and his voice was dry, as if he was trying to force it out of his throat, "...Scars are men's medals."

"Hehe~" It felt like Tezuka's mind was not very flexible, and this sentence made Mozi's smile tremble, and most of his body leaned into Tezuka's arms.

"I don't like your medal~ I like smooth skin." Mozi smiled and slid her finger to Tezuka's lower abdomen, where it was still intact except for a bruise, "Like here~"

Tezuka let out a "grunt" from his throat, "Little Mo... I should go prepare dinner." Every word seemed to be squeezed out between teeth, Mozi stopped her hand, paused for a while, straightened up, "Okay, it's time to eat, so I'll check your 'other' scars next time." He pointedly glanced at the two long legs wrapped in Tezuka's trousers.

Tezuka took a deep breath, stood up and went out awkwardly, Mozi sat on the bed, looked around the room that was no different from two years ago, her waist softened and fell on the bed, Mozi squinted at the white room ceiling.

Don't worry too much about some things, you should cherish the happiness in front of you, right?

Lying down for a while, Mozi dawdled out when it was time for Tezuka to pack up his disobedient little things.

In the open kitchen, Tezuka was wearing a blue and white striped apron, washing and chopping vegetables deftly.

Mozi leaned on the threshold, admiring the handsome man cooking for her.

Tezuka felt uncomfortable under her gaze, and pushed his glasses helplessly, "It will be fine soon, just sit down for a while."

"I'll help you~" Mozi jumped to Tezuka's side to wash the bright red tomatoes, "Why don't you hurry up!"

Tezuka looked at Mozi rubbing the tomatoes carefully, raised the corners of his lips and lowered his head to chop the vegetables.

It is not a lie that men and women are not tired from working together. The two quickly finished a sumptuous dinner, and Mo Zi also cooked two Chinese dishes.

Mozi took a bite of every dish, narrowing her eyes happily.

“Yummy~”

Tezuka's eyes were gentle, and he picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, "This one is also delicious."

Mozi smiled, "Of course, I have practiced cooking hard in the United States for the past two years.