Quick Pass: Raiders That Man

"You..." Bai Yumo took the helmet, not knowing what to say.

From the moment the motorcycle appeared, he thought it was Feng Yun, but when the other party really appeared on the stage as he expected, he felt a little unrealistic.

Manager Zhao came back to his senses, pointed at Feng Yun, then at Bai Yumo, and roared angrily, "Bai Yumo, you don't have to come to work tomorrow!"

Bai Yumo looked back at him, his voice was frighteningly cold, "It's just right, I don't want to come tomorrow either."

He put on his helmet and straddled the back seat of the motorcycle.

Feng Yun also put on his own helmet, and his voice was muffled, "Hold on to me, brother is driving very fast."

"Hmph." Bai Yumo lowered the corners of his mouth, and put his arms around Feng Yun's waist.

The jacket was short, and through the vest, Bai Yumo touched hard muscles.

Feng Yun took a deep breath, and laughed muffledly: "It's a little itchy, Yu Mo, you can hold me tighter."

The sound was like a feather passing through the skin, bringing a tingling sensation.

Bai Yumo withdrew his hand, only holding onto Feng Yun's white vest.

"Oh, why are you... It's not itchy anymore, just grab it."

"Shut up." Bai Yumo said.

"Shut up if you hug me, don't think too much, I'm just afraid that you will fall."

Bai Yumo hugged him again, and this time Feng Yun really shut his mouth.

He leaned on the former's broad back, thinking about what happened in the company just now, and couldn't help feeling down.

This is the countless times this has happened. Bai Yumo's company has changed several times, but still can't escape the fate of being targeted by others.

This person is also because of his face?I also want to sleep with him...

Bai Yumo bit his lip, and his arms tightened involuntarily.

Feng Yun blinked, and brought Bai Yumo to a home cooking restaurant.

"Let's eat, I'm going to work later."

The two got out of the car and took off their helmets. Feng Yun saw that Bai Yumo's eyes were slightly red and his lips were bleeding, his heart tightened, and he became even more disgusted with Manager Zhao.

"Leave this to me." He stretched out his hand to cover Bai Yumo's cheek, and said softly, "Take a good rest today, and I will come back tomorrow to bring you breakfast."

"Leave it to you?" Bai Yumo looked at him and laughed at himself, "You don't know what it is, and you don't know him either."

"In short, just leave it to me, I have my own way."

Feng Yun pushed Bai Yumo into the restaurant, ordered two meat dishes and two vegetarian dishes, and ordered two bowls of rice.

Bai Yumo wiped the disposable chopsticks slowly, while Feng Yun thought for a while in front of the refrigerator, and finally looked away from the cold beer, and took out two bottles of coconut milk.

The restaurant is not big, there are two rows and three rows of dining tables for groups of four. It is time for dinner, and there are two other tables eating.

The people at one of the tables were a little drunk, and said to their friends in a low voice: "Hey, the people at the playground were beaten this afternoon."

The people on the playground are a taboo in this area. They are a small gang united. They are lawless in this place, killing, robbing and raping, and even the police dare not control them.

"A total of 37 people were beaten this afternoon."

"Hey, so awesome? When did we form another gang?"

"What kind of gang, I heard from my friends, it's just one person."

The man raised a finger, "One person knocked down 37 people, and finally robbed money, a motorcycle, and what else..."

"what?"

"A pistol."

Bai Yumo listened attentively to the conversation, when suddenly a bottle of coconut milk was placed on the table in front of him, Feng Yun sat down opposite, looked at him with a smile, "I'm treating guests today, and I'll give you a gift later."

"What?" Bai Yumo stared at Feng Yun, but seeing the latter avoiding his gaze, he lowered his head and rubbed his face with his hands.

This action was inexplicable, Bai Yumo pursed his lips and said, "I don't want your gift."

"You don't have anything to do with me, I'm partial, I'm partial, I'm mad at you." After Feng Yun shook his head and said, someone at the counter behind shouted: "The rice at table 4 is ready—"

The food here needs to be fetched by oneself, Feng Yun hurriedly ran to get the rice back, checked the time, it was almost time to go to work.

Time with my wife always goes by so quickly.

The cooking speed in the kitchen is not bad, and the rest of the meals are ready soon.

Feng Yun ate at the same speed as his name, sweeping the food like a wind and clouds, and soon he finished a bowl of rice. He raised his voice and asked, "Boss, is the additional rice free?"

"Hey, it's easy for anyone to make money now, and where is the rule to add another bowl, or you can just buy another bowl." The proprietress patted her thigh in disbelief.

"Forget it, it's about the same." Feng Yun rubbed the back of his neck. In fact, he could eat another bowl because he didn't eat at noon and he was hungry now.

Bai Yumo pursed his lips slightly, looked at Feng Yun with his beautiful glass eyes, and finally said uncomfortably: "I can't eat so much, if you don't mind, I can share half with you."

"Huh?" Feng Yun glanced at the rice in his bowl.

The kitten is well-behaved, and eats along the side, leaving more than half of the rice clean in the bowl.

"Are you really full?" He was skeptical.

Bai Yumo frowned, "Don't forget it."

"No, who said I don't want to eat." Feng Yun snatched the bowl from Bai Yumo's hand, poked half of the side that the other party had eaten into his own bowl, and said at the same time: "Are these enough? Go home and eat some more."

"Enough." Bai Yumo took back the bowl, and saw that there was half a portion of clean rice left in it, and the ones he had eaten had already entered the other's bowl.

Realizing this, he clenched the bowl in his hand, and his ears turned red again.

After eating, Feng Yun sent Bai Yumo back to the seventh floor. It was already 22:[-], [-] minutes before he went to work.

"Wait for me, I'll give you something." Feng Yun opened his room, took out something wrapped in a black plastic bag and put it in Bai Yumo's hand.

Hard, is a cold and dangerous pistol.

"You..." Bai Yumo looked at Feng Yun in surprise, who smiled brightly, and at the same time put his hand to his mouth, making a silent gesture.

The person discussed in the restaurant was indeed Feng Yun.

Bai Yumo was amazed by the man's combat effectiveness, but he didn't understand why the other party gave him the gun.

From the very beginning, all the actions of this man were unexpected.

Feng Yun clasped Bai Yumo's shoulders with both hands, leaned close to the latter's ear, and said softly: "CZ75 pistol, there are 14 bullets in the magazine, will it work?"

His usual voice is as hearty as the warm sun, but when it is lightened, it is a little hoarse, like an electric current passing through the ears.

Bai Yumo flinched and turned his head to the side, but he didn't push Feng Yun's face away as before.

Because Bai Yumo didn't reply, Feng Yun leaned against his red ear again, his lips almost pressed against it, and asked again, "Will it work?"