deep invasion

Eleven hours and twenty twenty minutes.

The plane took off from London Heathrow Airport and landed at Capital Airport on time.

A slender man wearing a knee-length lead gray winter coat came out from the VIP passage.Behind him was a young boy in his early 20s, who was following the man in front of him with his hands in his hands.

The big boy was dressed in trendy clothes, his dark red hair was tied back slightly, his bangs covered half of his side face, and he looked cynical.He walked with the lightness and coolness of a big cat hunting.

Many people who were about to leave the airport involuntarily cast their eyes on the two of them.

The man walking in front suddenly stopped, took off the sunglasses on his tall nose, and quietly looked at the exit not far away.

People come and go, travelers are in a hurry.

There was no one he wanted to see there.

A trace of disappointment flashed through the eyes of the man in the lead gray windbreaker, and the next second, the man was stuck by the big boy behind him.

"Uncle, there is a living person behind you, don't be so depressed, okay?"

Holding the big boy by the collar like a small animal, he took the man aside, and the man walked towards the exit with a blank expression.Behind him, the young boy pursed his lips angrily, and followed the man's pace with strides.

The female assistant came over immediately at the exit, and took the briefcase from the man's hand apologetically.

"Sorry, Mr. Duan, the Second Young Master has something to do today, so I can't come to pick you up in person."

The man called Mr. Duan didn't change his expression, he just nodded slightly, his face with deep features seemed to be covered with snow that never thawed, scaring away the girl who was eager to strike up a conversation.

Mr. Duan was about to walk forward when he heard cheers behind him,

"Second brother isn't coming." The big boy felt a little terrified by Mr. Duan's suspicious gaze, raised his eyebrows unconsciously, smiled, and walked around to the man's side.

"Since the second brother is not coming, uncle, you have no schedule in the afternoon, go with me..."

Before the big boy finished speaking, he was rejected by Mr. Duan's cold eyes.

When Mr. Duan followed the female assistant into the car, the big boy stood outside the car window with a look of disappointment on his face.

We are going to separate.

Big boys who were big cats a few minutes ago turn into abandoned and homeless critters in the blink of an eye.

Mr. Duan frowned slightly, his ears suddenly became colder, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

"drive."

The car started quickly, and the big boy was left far behind.

Mr. Duan stared at the retrograde scenery outside the window, and turned to look at the female assistant when the airport behind him could no longer be seen.

"Where is Gu Jing now?"

I remember that the Second Young Master specifically explained that before she went out, he would answer all questions of this Mr. Duan.The female assistant immediately replied, "The second son is in the cemetery."

"The cemetery? Has the old man of the Gu family passed away?" Mr. Duan snorted coldly, and suddenly seemed to remember something, his eyes turned cold again.

"Who did he go with?"

"I went with Mr. Han."

Tens of kilometers away, Han Huan suddenly felt his heart beat faster for no reason.

In Beijing in mid-November, pedestrians are already wearing heavy winter clothes, and the further you go to the mountains, the lower the temperature.The wheels rolled over the withered and yellow leaves on the ground, making a small sound, and the cool wind whizzed towards the distance, but the inside of the car was as warm as spring.

Han Huan was only wearing a black shirt loosely, and the long sleeves covered the scars on his arms.From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the man who had been busy working in front of the computer, and decided to continue the silence between the two of them.

They hadn't spoken a word for almost a week.

The thin layer of gauze on Han Huan's wrist was wrapped by the medical staff in order to prevent the skin from being scraped off when he was chained. However, he did not expect that on the first day, he almost broke his wrist bone. break off.

It hurts too much.

I refused to use hallucinogens, and the pain caused people's nerves to collapse every day.

His limbs were tightly fixed by the iron chain, and he struggled in vain, as if he was a living dead who still had a breath left on the dissecting table.

Day after day, forced to get used to it.

Surveillance was installed in the room with only one bed, and he often stayed there for a whole morning.

In fact, there is no need to pretend.

After the injection, it often takes him a long time to regain consciousness, but even if he regains consciousness, he is exhausted by the torment of the medicine, and he doesn't want to move a finger anymore, and often falls asleep directly on the bed.This became an unchanging process, but yesterday's process reached the last step, but it was interrupted.

Han Huan lay on his back on the bed, looking at the ceiling too tiredly, but when he was about to fall asleep, he heard the sound of the door lock turning.

How could someone come in at this hour?

As he thought about it, he struggled to prop up his body, but unexpectedly saw Gu Jing, who was busy in the world.

"Ah Huan, let's go to the cemetery to see her."

Gu Jing's hands covered his eyes, covering all the light for him.The medical staff who came in behind the man quickly untied the four iron chains that locked him.

"I think you need to rest for a while," the person next to him whispered to him, Gu Jing seemed to be a little distracted, and casually said that he knew and sent away.

Han Huan lay on Gu Jing's lap, and in a trance, he remembered the flashing thought during the experiment.

He had been lying naked at the bottom of a huge container, the current of water robbing him of his breath, and the pain of a gouged back keeping him awake.When the steady stream of blood melted into the translucent liquid in the container, he once thought that he should listen to someone's suggestion and call Gu Jing before the experiment.

When he faced death, he actually had such a thought.

Han Huan leaned on Gu Jing's lap, and seemed to move uncomfortably, attracting the other party's concerned gaze.

It was strange that he could feel such a gaze.Han Huan thought in his hazy consciousness.His consciousness quickly sank into darkness.

There was no dream for a long time, and when he woke up again, he had already arrived in the car, still resting on the man's firm thigh.

He sat up without saying a word, recalling the thoughts of the moment before he fell asleep, and was a little lost in thought for a while.

It's nice to be around this person.

The phone rang suddenly.

Han Huan watched Gu Jing finally raised his head from the computer, swiped open the phone screen but didn't take it in time, instead he glanced at him and pressed the red rejection sign.

"I won't listen." Han Huan frowned slightly, but Gu Jing let out a low laugh.

In so many days, this was the first heartfelt laugh between them.

"It's my uncle's call. He returned to China with Gu Jun today."

"Are they... together?" Han Huan was a little surprised by this answer.As far as he knew, this little uncle, whom he had never met, had been living abroad... How could he return to China with that child from the Gu family?

Thinking of the days when he was with a certain child, Han Huan couldn't help feeling helpless.

"Just like Gu Jun, it's a hell of a day if you can catch up with my little uncle." Gu Jing closed the computer, rubbed her sore neck, and took the tablet handed over by her assistant.

The screen was forcibly closed by the hand that reached out.