Misfiring

After entangled with each other all the way back home, they locked the door with their backhands, and the two of them immediately released the state of conjoined twins, and silently lowered their heads to change their shoes.

During Ying Yang's absence for half a month, Yang Jiuhui would come over to take a break from time to time. He urged people to clean up the house, and the air was filled with a fresh and elegant fragrance of flowers.

The unit assigned to Ying Yang is A-33, the top floor of the first phase of Dijing Bay, a duplex structure, and a sun terrace is attached to the top. Originally, Qaeda and here would not be his turn to take over. Yang Jiuhui is ranked according to his seniority. On him, these should be his property.It's just that his brain circuit has always been abnormal, so if he said no, he didn't want it, and passed several people directly to Ying Yang.

Yang Jiuhui is not stupid, what he gives up will not be cheap for those who want to sleep with him.

He knew that Ying Yang had always been thinking about that runaway first love in his heart, and that he was able to stay calm at the critical moment, so it was the most suitable for him.He just needs to hang on to some other stock options and wait for death. After all, he has spent so much time maintaining his nails, so he doesn't want to use them to kill them.

After changing the shoes, Ying Yang probably didn't want to face his naked body. Yang Jiuhui didn't turn on the light immediately, but raised his hand to take off the skirt and threw it into the aisle, followed by the sparse lace underwear. Still not satisfied: "Hey, I wear too little today."

Ying Yang thought that one day you would wear a lot, so he shook his head and walked to the bathroom.

Yang Jiuhui stepped aside, and after he went in, he caught the belt, shirt, and trousers that he threw out one after another: "It's gone?"

Ying Yang clutched his underwear tightly in grief and anger: "It's gone! If you want it, go get a new one!"

"……Fine."

Ying Yang slammed the door shut, Yang Jiuhui tiptoed to the bedroom with his props in his arms and went to work.

The apartment is different from Cheng Mo's warm little house. Although the upper and lower floors add up to nearly [-] square meters, and the building was handed over with luxurious decorations, the whole room always feels cold and dead, so Ying Yang usually doesn't care about it. I don’t live here often, and I hardly go up to the second floor. Most of the time, I spend the night in the suite at Qaeda. The life is monotonous and boring. I would rather someone make trouble, so that I can take the opportunity to exercise my muscles.

There are three rooms on the first floor, namely the bedroom, the audio-visual hall and the gymnasium. At this time, Yang Jiuhui threw his clothes on the ground, spread them out according to a certain situation, and then jumped onto the bed lightly and started to behave wildly.

Half an hour later, when Ying Yang came out of the shower, Yang Jiuhui slowly turned on the light when he heard footsteps, and sat by the bed, sweating, smoking a cigarette.

The dim bedside lamp was faintly on. Yang Jiuhui cocked his legs and swayed his toes. He wore a loose shirt to cover his body, and the air conditioner was wrapped around his waist. There was nothing wrong with it, but a strange feeling Added a few more points.

There are messy clothes and quilts piled up around his feet, like prunes, wilted, and it seems that they have been spoiled.

Ying Yang's eyelids twitched, he stood by the door and couldn't find a place to stay for a long time.

"You... are awesome." As expected of the number one seed player who has served as a shield for Boss Yu for so many years, his method of making up things is really clever.

"Like it?" Yang Jiuhui touched the red marks on his body immodestly, and he came up with a ghost idea, "Why don't I get you a few too, and let's hang out in front of him together tomorrow."

"...Forget it." Ying Yang didn't plan to find Cheng Mo yet.He's been away for a week, and this person didn't make a phone call, he didn't even send a half-word question, and he rushed to dry his hair.

Don't shake it around, don't let him even glance at a hair.

"That has to be done." As he said, Yang Jiuhui took out a pink stick from behind and shook it at him. "Come."

"Fuck, when did you bring this thing?!"

"It was 800 years ago. You have a big heart. Someday someone hid a bomb at home and didn't know."

Playing a full set, Ying Yang reluctantly walked to the bed and squatted down. When Yang Jiuhui reached out and touched his carotid artery, he suddenly thought: "Have you washed your hands yet?!"

"……washed."

Only then did Ying Yang feel relieved to let him do something.

I saw Yang Jiuhui put the cigarette in his mouth, pressed the switch, and the thing in his hand trembled suddenly. Ying Yang got closer and found that it seemed to be more than just a stick.Yang Jiuhui didn't use the end he usually used, but turned around and pointed the other end at him, and then Ying Yang's neck went numb, and there were a few mottled marks near the carotid artery, the depths were mixed, which was very interesting.

"What is this?"

"small toy."

"……"Fine.Ying Yang bowed down, and asked after a while, "Hey, have you ever thought about washing your hands in the golden basin, and you won't do this in the future." Don't you feel anxious thinking about these things all day long?

"It depends on the situation. If it is true, I don't have to make any more lies."

"Are you sure there is still a chance to do it this way?" In other words, he probably would have been pissed off.

"If this one doesn't work, just replace it with another one. I still have to worry about not being able to find a man with this condition?"

I'm afraid I can't find a normal man.But Ying Yang is not good at hitting him, so he can only persuade him appropriately: "That's what I said, but sometimes it's almost enough."

"How can it be approximated?"

Ying Yang thought about it seriously: "It's time to relieve your anger."

"Hmm." Yang Jiuhui undoubtedly agreed with this point, "The problem is that I haven't calmed down yet."

"Then you make a big move quickly."

"What's the hurry?" Yang Jiuhui dusted off the cigarette casually, "It's so cool now, why let them go so quickly."

Ying Yang didn't answer.

It's a pity who Yang Jiuhui is. Although he looks young, he is actually two years older than Ying Yang. He has been around Yu Yelin for ten years, and he can easily guess his inner thoughts: "Why, you Can't hold it anymore?"

"Probably." Ying Yang was not afraid to admit it, and scratched his hair irritably, "Who made me love my wife, I was born helpless."

"He needs to recognize you." Yang Jiuhui thoughtfully lit a cigarette for him.

"That's like what you said, if it doesn't work, just change it."

"Maybe I'm not willing to do so." Yang Jiuhui said with blood in his eyes.

If you want to change it early, why bother.

Being exposed by him frequently, Ying Yang took a deep breath of the cigarette, exhaled it, and didn't save him any more face: "Aren't you the same."

"It's not the same." He was just being mean, Ying Yang is the one who is really dedicated.

Yang Jiuhui knew this very well, so don't say that he didn't mean that to Yang at all, even if he really had something in his heart, he wouldn't put it into action - he didn't even bother to be a mistress.

Seeing that he didn't explain, Ying Yang wisely didn't ask.

Smoking relatively silently, the ashes gradually piled up on the ground, like the shadows that have long covered their hearts, knowing that they can remove them if they are willing to do it, but they always keep them for one reason or another. Treat it like an old buddy you've known for years.

After squatting on the ground for a long time, his legs felt numb. Ying Yang was about to stand up and stretch, but accidents always happened unexpectedly. He stumbled when he stood up, and then tripped over the pants at his feet, and fell forward. :"Hold."

Yang Jiuhui reached out to block it in time, and Ying Yang's reaction was quick. Although he inevitably fell on him in the end, it didn't cause any substantial collision, and his limbs were tightly braced, so there was no danger.

"Scared..." I'm dead.

boom--!

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, the sound of sharp objects breaking through the air came from his ears, the balcony glass shattered in response, and the artifact that caused this shocking change fell to his feet with a "clang".

Ying Yang hurriedly lowered his head to look, and found that it was a copper pointed bullet that shone with golden light.

Unexpected, but also within reason.

But even so, the two still yelled and cursed in unison——

"Hold!"

After cursing, the two rolled neatly under the bed, covered their bodies with the mattress, and groped for the partition at the bottom of the bed at the same time.

In the next second, two Colts appeared in their hands respectively. Ying Yang picked up the bullet on the ground and looked it over carefully, then handed it to Yang Jiuhui: "It's him."

Mosuo fingered the letter "Y" engraved on the bullet. It would be a lie to say that he didn't have the slightest panic in his heart. This is a fresh and hot bullet, and if he misses it a little, he can go back to the furnace and rebuild it.

After accepting the warning from "Y", Yang Jiuhui leaned back unwillingly: "Tell me what he thinks."

"Maybe...jealous?"

"Oh. Be jealous." Even when he said foul language that didn't match his appearance, Yang Jiuhui still gave people a very harmonious feeling, "I think this is the possessive desire of the cancer. I don't fuck myself, and I don't let others Fuck. Sick."

Ying Yang reckoned that he had already been on that person's blacklist, and he was even more afraid to talk to him at this time, for fear that his ranking would rise and he would never see the sun tomorrow morning again.

"Do you think he will come?" Yang Jiuhui played with the M2000 in his hand, which he bought from that person before, saying that it was in case of emergency.

If you really want to turn the gun head later, it is estimated that it will be removed before the trigger is pulled.

Regarding Yang Jiuhui's question, Ying Yangxin said how did I know, but he had to give a suggestion on the surface: "Why don't you call and ask?"

I thought he would refuse, but after holding his breath and struggling for a while, he silently spread his hands: "Mobile phone."

Ying Yang took the risk of being sniped at any time and got him a phone number. Yang Jiuhui pressed a string of numbers without thinking, which shows that the string of numbers was already familiar by heart.

The call was connected in less than half a second, and Yang Jiuhui said without waiting for the other party to speak, "Are you free now?"

The opposite party probably gave an affirmative answer, and Yang Jiuhui said again: "I have an order here, do you want to accept it?"

"..."

"Someone tried to kill me just now, you find out who it is, and then do him."

"..."

"Remuneration...how about giving you nine suns."

"..."

"Are you going to have an interview? Later, I'm not full yet."

"..."

"What's delicious, let's hear it."

"..."

"No, you know what I like."

"..."

"I like warm milk."

"..."

"Then come and pick me up, I can't walk anymore." After finishing speaking, Yang Jiuhui hung up the phone without waiting for the other party's response, and handed the phone back, "It's done."

Listening to their teasing in a serious manner, Ying Yang was full of envy: When his teacher Cheng will take the initiative to ask him to drink hot milk!

"Are you going with him?"

"Hmm." Yang Jiuhui seemed to be in a good mood, put the gun back under the bed, clapped his hands and stood up.

He is confident now, but Ying Yang doesn't know whether he should relax his vigilance: "Do you want to change clothes?" Give him a shot, where should he go to complain.

"No, don't you guys like your partner to dress like this?"

You said it as if you were clueless. Could it be that after being misunderstood for a long time, you really think you have a gender cognition disorder?

Yang Jiuhui is a crooked gay guy, so he doesn't have to wash away.

Because of this, he can see men's eyes accurately.

After imagining the scene of Cheng Mo walking around in his white shirt after the incident, Ying Yang couldn't help showing a longing look on his face: It's really good.

Seeing this, Yang Jiuhui took the opportunity to put forward a thought he had been thinking about for a long time: "Should I talk to him another day?"

It's a pity that Ying Yang rebuffed as if suddenly awakened: "Don't."

Yang Jiuhui curled his lips: "I won't eat him again."

"No." Ying Yang pretended to be polite, "I can satisfy myself, so I won't bother you."

"Being coerced is not the same as taking the initiative by yourself..."

Just as Yang Jiuhui was explaining further, the sound of propellers piercing the wind suddenly sounded from far and near outside the window. The strong wind blew in through the gap in the window. It dripped all over the bed and all over the floor.

Yang Jiuhui's heart skipped a beat: "Damn." Then he ran upstairs quickly.

Ying Yang also guessed something, followed behind with a gun in hand.

In the middle of the night, the community was still brightly lit. Ying Yang followed Yang Jiuhui all the way to the rooftop, and saw a small carbon-black helicopter sinking down. The door slid open, and a tall figure stood by the door silently looking down at them.

Ying Yang saw that he didn't have a weapon in his hand, and the dark mask covered most of his face, only revealing a pair of deep eyes, his eyes didn't fall on himself, but he could still feel a lot of oppression.

"Hey." Ying Yang stopped him in a low voice, "Be careful."

Yang Jiuhui turned around and smiled, obviously not worried: "He is not as dangerous as Boss Yu."

He is not a fool, and he is not fully sure, so how dare he ride on the fierce god to test his bottom line again and again.As long as this person has him in his heart, nothing will happen to him.

"gone."

With a wave of his hand, Yang Jiuhui was carried into the helicopter by the man in black chicly, and gradually turned into a small dot at the end of his field of vision.Ying Yang shook his head numb from the wind and left the rooftop until he could no longer hear the sound of the propeller turning violently.

The room on the first floor can no longer sleep, so Ying Yang had to find a bedroom with a bed on the second floor and continue to deal with it for the night.

Ever since he lost a warm comfort around him, he has returned to the meaningless state of sleeping everywhere.

Putting the gun into the drawer beside the bed, Ying Yang wiped herself off, went downstairs to retrieve her phone and lay down on the bed.

There are two unread messages.

——Zero: People who take care of you.

——Zero: And your cat.

Ying Yang suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and directly dialed the phone.

After the beep sounded twice, the phone was picked up, and a slightly cold male voice came out: "No. 388, Fenghuang Avenue, Financial District, your cat is sick, and now both the cat and the human are there."

"..." Ying Yang glanced at the time, at 03:30 in the morning, jumped out of bed without thinking twice and said, "Okay, I'll let you know when I get there."

"Ah."

Hanging up the phone, Ying Yang picked up the car keys and rushed to the garage while putting on his clothes, not forgetting the navigation and positioning during the process.No. 388, Fenghuang Avenue: Fukang Pet Hospital.

Eggy must have had a serious problem before being sent there, otherwise Cheng Mo would have sought medical treatment nearby.

how so?Apparently, she was fine before, able to eat, drink, run and dance.

Ying Yang couldn't figure it out for a while.

The sudden change disrupted his plan, and now he doesn't care about continuing the stalemate with Cheng Mo, the most urgent thing is to cure Dandan first.

There must be no one member of their old Ying family.

The author has something to say: I will see Momo soon!Guaranteed not to abuse!Let's guess the riddle first!Nine suns =?