[Wearing the Book] The villain is not easy to mess with

The sky is blue and clear, the breeze is curling, and the vast grassland seems to be covered with layers of crushed gold powder, shining with dazzling brilliance, like a rolled out picture scroll.

The man is in the painting, standing proudly on the horseback. Even though he is blindfolded, he still cannot hide his coquettish and handsome face. His noble and elegant face is revealed from the depths of his bones, like a born king. Hold the soul of man.

Without hesitation, Jiang Yuran handed over his tender fingertips to him, and he firmly held them in his palm and pulled them hard. He was like a light and fluttering butterfly, which was lifted up by the man in the air, and landed firmly on his warm and spacious body. in the arms.

"Have you sat still?"

He gently leaned against his ears, his lazy and deep voice was rubbed into the wind, making it so beautiful that it made people sink.

"Sit still."

There is no saddle on the horse's back, Jiang Yuran's buttocks touched a back that was warm through the fur, and behind him was a man's tight embrace, and one hand was still firmly held by him, as if he could not allow him to be hurt in the slightest. A warm current flowed through the bottom of my heart, very warm.

"Well, then let's go!"

While speaking, Shen Qian's slender thighs exerted a little force, clamping the horse's belly, and the maroon horse started galloping on Rongrong's golden grass with the two of them on its back.

Jiang Yuran didn't expect this guy to run so fast when he came here, his body turned up and down following the rhythm of the horse's running, the wind blew his soft hair, and his heart fluttered in shock: "Old Gong, it's too fast, slower!"

"Hahaha……"

Shen Qian laughed softly when he heard this, and bit his earlobe against the wind: "Why are you called such a wave, those who don't know think what we are doing."

Jiang Yuran: "..."

The two galloped around the racecourse twice before Shen Qian slowed down the horse.

Shen Qian hugged Jiang Yuran who was trembling slightly, and pressed against his ear and asked in a low voice, "Are you scared?"

"I know you're still asking."

Jiang Yuran angrily gave him an elbow.

It made Shen Qian chuckle again: "Do you want to do it on horseback?"

"Ah, what's coming?"

"You know."

Shen Qian dishonestly reached for his trouser waist, but was knocked off by Jiang Yuran, "Pervert, who wants to come on horseback?"

"Really don't want to?"

"Do not want to."

"It will be very exciting, especially when the horses start to run."

"Damn it, how do you know so much? Could it be that you have done it with others on horseback before?"

"No."

"Really do not have?"

Shen Qian didn't speak any more, turned to Jiang Yuran's face, and kissed instead of answering.

The sun was like golden water quietly spreading on the two of them. This kiss was lingering and sentimental, making them nostalgic, and they were reluctant to part for a long time.

It wasn't until Jiang Yuran felt that he couldn't stand it, that Shen Qian was willing to leave him, and licked the transparent saliva on his lips, "Fool, I only have you. Now, in the future, and in the future."

Jiang Yuran's heart was in turmoil, and his emotions fell into the abyss in an instant.

Soon it won't be.

After tomorrow, I will disappear completely from your world.

"Shen Qian,"

He twisted back his sore neck, his eyes were surging, falling on the horse's long maroon mane, "Thank you."

The wind passed by suddenly, causing the horse's mane to flutter, and his heart trembled, "You have to remember, I love you."

Shen Qian was taken aback when he heard this, and the hands around his slender waist tightened again, his chin touched the socket of his locks, and he laughed softly: "Why, I'm afraid that after I can see you, I will know that you are ugly, so I don't want you anymore. ?"

"what?"

Jiang Yuran obviously couldn't keep up with his brain circuit, and was so shocked that he couldn't connect a word.

Shen Qian kissed his neck provocatively, "It's okay, even if you are ugly, I will still want you."

Jiang Yuran: "..."

The two of them stuck together at the racetrack all morning. At noon, Shen Qian asked someone to deliver human food. Jiang Yuran's legs felt a little sore, and he sat in the gazebo and ate slowly.

Although the taste is not very good, this is the most delicious dry food that Jiang Yuran has eaten in such a long time.

In the afternoon, Shen Qian took him to the training ground of the alien base.

The staff at the training ground were no less surprised than the group at the racecourse. They almost boiled over, "My God, Mr. Shen actually brought a piece of food!"

"Does that let them in?"

"Don't you need to report to the president?"

"It's okay, Mr. Shen said that if something happened, he will be responsible..."

The two of them were already used to it, and they didn't care about other people's eyes. They entered the live ammunition shooting area hand in hand.

"Ever used a gun?"

"Well, I used to go to the shooting camp with my father and practice live ammunition shooting."

Now in the doomsday, it is not surprising that he has practiced live ammunition shooting.

It's just that Shen Qian didn't expect that in the real world, live ammunition shooting is either a soldier's right, or a rich man's game.

Shen Qian pulled him to the nearest shooting platform, first picked up the earphones for Jiang Yuran to put on, and then put on one for himself, the sound came through the earphones, making the lazy and deep voice more magnetic and pleasant Glamour: "Baby, grab a gun and show me your skills."

Jiang Yuran skillfully reloaded the pistol, aimed at the bull's-eye and shot, "Boom!" After a loud noise, the bullet hit the bull's-eye accurately. Although there was still a little deviation, Jiang Yuran was very satisfied with the effect .

Shen Qian kept his ears up to listen while he was shooting. He shook his head, looped his slender arms from behind Jiang Yuran, and taught him, "You hold the gun in the wrong way. It can't hit the zombie's head."

Jiang Yuran was a little frustrated: "Why do I go to fight zombies when I have nothing to do?"

"When I can see it, I will take you to the outside world to play."

"Although I can protect you, you also have to learn to protect yourself."

Jiang Yuran could tell that his words undoubtedly did not reveal his expectations and yearning for the future.

My heart became more and more uncomfortable, my eyes became hot, and tears almost came out of my eyes.

He didn't think about it anymore, and under the command of the man, he practiced shooting seriously, from the dead target to the moving target, until the tiger's mouth became numb and the bullet casings fell all over the ground.

The man was finally willing to let him stop: "Okay, let's stop here today, and we'll come back tomorrow."

When the two were about to go out, a woman with a gentle smile walked up to them!

The woman's facial features and figure are beautiful, her black hair is wavy, her lips are red and her teeth are white, she is tall and tall, and her figure is wrapped in a tight camouflage uniform.

She ignored the gauze on Shen Qian's eyes, and greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Shen, long time no see!"

……

The large floor-to-ceiling windows are inlaid with transparent glass, and the bright sun hangs high on the branches, and casts in through the glass windows, casting a slanting beam of splendor on the big bed.

The pitch-black night had already receded without a trace, and together with the torrential rain that day, it also disappeared without a trace.

The psychiatrist seemed to wake up from a nightmare, and looked around in confusion.

It's Zhang Yu's room, Zhang Yu's window, and Zhang Yu's bed.

He was alone on the bed.

He touched his head and felt the shocking hole on the bare head, a churning wave surged in his heart, he was afraid that this was a dream.

After waking up from the dream, he would lie in that cold operating room again, allowing those white-eyed monsters to torture him with various tools.

He hugged his knees and curled them tighter and tighter. If this was a dream, he hoped he would never wake up.

When Zhang Yu opened the door, he saw this scene: the psychiatrist was curled up in a corner, his face buried deep in his knees, and his posture was exactly the same as the fake he saw on the stone.

If it weren't for the eye-catching pinholes on the bald head, Zhang Yu almost thought he was being tricked again.

After thinking about it, I felt a little uncomfortable. When Wu Zhide was taken away by them, did he always use this posture to resist needlessly?

"Wu Zhide?"

He called him softly.

When the psychiatrist heard Zhang Yu's voice, he stood up suddenly, threw himself on him, and hugged his neck tightly.

With a sore nose, tears fell down in an instant, crying in a daze.

Zhang Yu was startled, and was almost thrown down when he rushed towards him. He stabilized his body and asked, "What's the matter, Wu Zhide, who bullied you?"

The psychiatrist was too emotional and couldn't answer for a while, but just choked up in his arms.

He didn't cry out loud, but cried so hard that his shoulders shrugged.

Zhang Yu hurriedly raised his face, saw his tears, and kissed him suddenly: "Okay, baby, don't cry, don't cry! Who made you wronged, tell me, I went to cut off his bird! "

The psychiatrist couldn't help laughing through tears.

He grabbed Zhang Yu by the collar, let him kiss, and cried and cursed: "Zhang Yu, you beast, beast, bastard, you won't leave me after you say it... I thought... I'll never see you again is you."

Zhang Yu is used to being scolded by him, and wanted to explain that he just went to the hospital, but when he heard the words behind him, his breath became stagnant again, and he kissed his lips lightly, his voice hoarse: "Wu Zhide, it's okay, everything is fine. It's over. In the future, I will never take you to that kind of place again. "

When it was over, he stared deeply into his eyes again, as if he wanted to suck people in little by little, "I didn't abandon you, I just went out for something, I swear by my second child, I will never leave you alone in the future!"

The psychiatrist raised his chin to look at him, with tears rolling in his eyes, looking a little dazed and engrossed.

Zhang Yu couldn't hold it back, his stomach tightened, and he cursed a few times in his heart: This is so flirtatious, you can still seduce people like this!

Thinking about it, he sealed his lips recklessly, and the more the kiss became more intense, the beauty's tears were like the best aphrodisiac, and the flames of war were on the verge of breaking out.

Zhang Yu asked for it fiercely, and kissed the sleeping psychiatrist, "Wu Zhide, don't worry, I will do whatever others bully you, and help you bully me back!"

He put on his pants, called two soldiers, asked them to accompany the psychiatrist, and went to the place where the silver-haired man was held alone.

The silver-haired man was shot in most joints of his body and couldn't move at all. However, in order to prevent him from escaping, the soldiers tied him to a metal iron bed with restraint belts.

His body was artificially tied with many tubes, and a group of medical staff in protective suits were studying his tissue.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Zhang Yu walked in with an electric drill, startling the medical staff, "Doctor Zhang, what are you doing?"

"For the experiment, you guys bring a notebook and record the data."

Zhang Yu found a socket at the head of the bed, connected the electric drill to the power source, narrowed his beautiful peach eyes slightly, turned on the power switch and pointed it at the man's eyes, took off the cigarette with one hand, and pinched the red cigarette butt between the man's eyebrows. The blood-red mole of Guanyin asked coldly, "Tell me, what did you do to him?"