I went crazy holding my thighs in the vest

Qi Zhe stepped on the table. His eyes, which were usually full of anger, were now a little confused. When he opened his eyes, he looked very innocent and harmless. Who would have thought that someone as cunning as a fox and as arrogant as a wild wolf could International criminals turned out to be one cup.

Now that Zhou Zipei and Chu Mian had tricked him into drinking a whole bottle, it was probably his limit to stand upright here with all his beard and tail intact.

"No, I can't hold it anymore. You continue and don't worry about me." Qi Zhe said vaguely.

Zhou Zipei said yes, and then drank tea instead of wine.

With a smile on his face, Chu Mian looked at the harmlessness of humans and animals. After confirming that Qi Zhe was drunk and unconscious, he asked tentatively: "Qi Zhe, when did you and Dieyin meet?"

Qi Zhe leaned on the sofa and didn't have much reaction when he heard the words. He seemed to be trying hard to think about the meaning of Chu Mian's words. After realizing it, he counted his fingers and said: "It seems... one, two, three years ago."

Zhou Zipei put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and said, "What did Dieyin do in country L three years ago?"

This question seemed difficult for him to answer. Qi Zhe frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "I don't know, Sister Yin didn't tell me."

Before Zhou Zipei could say anything, he was suddenly startled by Qi Zhe's wailing voice, "Ahhhhhh, why didn't Sister Yin tell me? Why didn't she tell me? Does she not trust me?"

As soon as this question popped up in his mind, Qi Zhe sat up in shock while he was dying. He immediately grabbed Zhou Zipei's shoulders and asked: "Do you think Sister Yin has another brother outside behind my back, so she treats me Got a secret? I’m going to kill that bitch.”

After saying that, he stood up and aggressively chopped down the so-called "bitch", just like a resentful husband who had lost his favor.

Zhou Zipei squinted his eyes and looked him up and down, his dark eyes suddenly darkened, and there was a hint of danger hidden in his suspicious tone: "What do you mean to Dieyin..."

Qi Zhe thought he was doubting his relationship with Sister Yin, and said: "I am loyal to Sister Yin. I will only obey her in this life, so I can only have sister Yin in this life..."

The more Zhou Zipei listened, the darker his face became. Half of the 40-meter-long sword was drawn out.

"Servant." Qi Zhe slowly added the last two words.

Zhou Zipei paused, half-clenching his fingers into fists to cover his lips and coughing twice.

Being interrupted by him, Qi Zhe also forgot about going to the "bitch" to settle the score, and asked with a concerned look on his face: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Zipei smiled and said it was okay, poured him a cup of tea, and said calmly: "Drink some hot tea, don't catch a cold."

The drunk Qi Zhe's IQ plummeted, and he was no different from a mentally retarded person. Zhou Zipei's tricking him was just like a joke.

He took it, took a sip, and said movedly: "You are quite a nice person."

Chu Mian: "..."

He covered half of his face blankly, and then exchanged glances with Zhou Zipei, signaling him to ask for business.

Zhou Zipei said: "Who assassinated you this time?"

Qi Zhe would only believe sixty-seven percent of what he said when he was awake. Even if he didn't investigate the person behind the scenes, he would at least have a guess in his mind. However, he directly said that he didn't know. There must be something fishy in this.

"I know this," Qi Zhe said proudly, like a primary school student who finally knew the answer, "The federal government seems to have 602 schools."

Federal government! ! !

Zhou Zipei and Chu Mian couldn't hide the look of surprise on their faces. If it was 602, it would make sense. After all, they were just doing their tasks, and there might be someone else who wanted to assassinate Qi Zhe.

But it's not surprising that the federal government also wants Qi Zhe dead.

Qi Zhe had a good relationship with Dieyin. Dieyin was a powerful major general in the federal government and was particularly well-respected by the organization. How could he order the assassination of her friend?

Aren't they afraid of Dieyin's rebellion, which is heavily armed?

Or maybe... Dieyin doesn't know about this?

Zhou Zipei straightened his expression without a smile on his face. He looked at Qi Zhe and said, "Does Dieyin know about the federal government's assassination of you?"

Qi Zhe drooped his eyelids, occupied the entire sofa listlessly, and said lazily: "Nonsense, of course I know."

Zhou Zipei: "..."

Do you know what you are talking about?

Chu Mian thought deeply: "Dieyin knew that he still allowed the federal government to do this, and it seems that Qi Zhe knew all this. Is there a reason for this, or is this kid just a love brain?"

Zhou Zipei looked at Chu Mian with a dark face. Chu Mian smiled and made a gesture of surrender, begging for mercy: "Okay, it was a slip of the tongue. It should be the master of love, the master of the master's servants."

Zhou Zipei then softened his expression and looked away. Naturally, he didn't see the corners of Chu Mian's mouth that couldn't help but rise.

"What master and servant?" When Qi Zhe heard the word servant, it was as if a switch mechanism was triggered, and he shouted: "I will always be Sister Yin's most loyal servant."

Zhou Zi Peiquan didn't hear his nonsense and immediately took the opportunity to ask: "Why does Dieyin want to kill you?"

Qi Zhe's eyes widened in an instant, as if he was flashing back his light, and he shouted angrily: "What the hell are you talking about? Sister Yin won't kill me even if she kills you."

Zhou Zipei snorted coldly and said, "Don't worry, your sister Yin will never want to kill me."

It's a pity that Qi Zhe didn't hear it. After cursing, he immediately turned off his phone and lay on the sofa drunk and unconscious. No matter how he screamed, it was useless.

Chu Mian sighed and said amusedly: "What do you mean you are arguing with a drunkard?"

Zhou Zipei was unmoved: "He is just a corpse. I will bring him back to life first and then I will figure it out."

"Okay, it's up to you." Chu Mian said: "According to what Qi Zhe said, Dieyin didn't want to kill him, but he was killing him in action. Isn't this contradictory?"

Zhou Zipei's fingers are clean and slender, his nails are neatly trimmed, and the muscles on the back of his hands are obvious, like a flawless work of art. At this time, his fingertips are lightly clasping the tabletop, making a dull "click" sound.

"Maybe there is another possibility..." He stopped, his eyes were unpredictable and deep, as if he was trying to organize his words.

"It is the federal government that wants to kill Qi Zhe."

It sounded like nonsense, but Chu Mian instantly understood what he meant and said, "What you mean is that the federal government does not represent Dieyin's thoughts. And Dieyin does not completely obey the federal government 100%, at least. It’s just that they are together on the surface.”

Zhou Zipei curled his lips and said, "Yes. In other words, either Dieyin has already had the idea of ​​​​leaving the federal government, and now she is just at odds with them in face and heart, or... she will definitely have this idea in the future."

Qi Zhe turned over ignorantly and slept peacefully and sweetly. He had no idea that he had unknowingly stepped into the trap of his good brother, and he had already almost deduced the truth of the matter from his own illogical words and a few words. One kick.

If Dieyin knew about it in the future, he would definitely beat him up so hard that he wouldn't be able to get out of bed for a week.

Fortunately, even if she loses her memory, Ayin is still the same Ayin. No matter how many times she lives again, she will never collude with the federal government, the kind and lovely Lu Siyin.

Most of the lingering depression between Zhou Zipei's brows has dissipated. It seems that he has finally come back to life at this moment in the past five years and is no longer a rotten walking corpse.

Seeing the expression on his face, Chu Mian was really happy for his junior brother. He knew very well how his junior brother had endured pain and despair over the years.

Fortunately, all the struggles were worth it. At least Lu Siyin is still alive now. Not only is he alive and well, he has also been found by them.

It seems that Lu Siyin's amnesia is not so difficult to accept.

"If so, your success rate in pursuing Dieyin seems to be a little higher."

Zhou Zipei's delicate eyebrows seemed to be outlined with a paintbrush, and the ends of her eyes were lifted slightly. The decadence finally dissipated a little, and she said with a smile: "My success rate has always been the upper limit in pursuing her."

He has always been 100% sure about this matter, and he has all the time left anyway.

……

After the conversation was over and the purpose was achieved, Chu Mian planned to get up and leave, but Zhou Zipei was worried about something happening to Qi Zhe and guarded him at the bar.

According to Chu Mian's words before leaving, he is now a man with family affairs. If he comes home late, he may be scolded.

After a lot of fussing in front of Zhou Zipei, Zhou Zipei let out an indifferent cold scoff, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

After watching Chu Mian leave, he felt a little emotional. In the past, he had always been one step ahead of his senior brother, but now the situation was completely opposite. As expected, he had to pay back everything he did for messing around.

Zhou Zipei took a sip of tea and suddenly felt why the bitter taste of this tea was so obvious?

Chu Mian rushed home before dark. After finding Lu Jingshu, he moved from the hotel to her apartment.

After unlocking it with his fingerprint, he found that it was pitch dark inside, with only the melting moonlight shining through the uncurtained window, making it barely possible to see.

Chu Mian couldn't help but frown slightly. After turning on the light and looking at the empty living room, he finally had to recognize the fact that Jing Shu hadn't come back yet.

The day before yesterday, she told herself that she had something important to discuss with Bai Hu. Chu Mian thought it was something about Lu Siyin, which required the use of 602's internal strength, and it was inconvenient for others to participate, so he didn't ask any more questions.

But now three days have passed, and Chu Mian's mood suddenly dropped. He raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, and walked towards the bedroom.

It was clear that Lu Jingshu had not been here all these years, but after the reunion, after not seeing each other for two or three days, she felt empty and uncomfortable.

He took off his coat and smiled to himself while unbuttoning his collar.

I didn't expect that I would be so pretentious sometimes.

Chu Mian was lying flat on the bed. When he was sleeping in a daze, he seemed to hear a slight movement. It was so light that it seemed like his illusion, and he felt that he was dreaming.

Until I felt a dent next to me, a slight tug on the quilt on my body, and a shallow breath beside my ear.

He slowly opened his eyes and turned to look to the side. It was Lu Jingshu.

Chu Mian immediately woke up, surprise burst out from his eyebrows like fresh snow in the breeze, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and then he pulled Lu Jingshu, who was still feeling cool, into his arms.

Lu Jingshu's newly brewing sleepiness was mostly dispelled by this movement. Her body stiffened slightly for a moment, turned sideways, and moved her left arm slightly away from him.

Chu Mian's voice was still hoarse as if he had just woken up: "When did you come?"

Lu Jingshu was silent for a moment and said, "Just now."

Chu Mian seemed to smile softly in her ear and hummed lazily.

Lu Jingshu thought he would ask her what she had been doing these past few days, and she kept thinking about how to phrase her words so that he would not be suspicious.

Unexpectedly, Chu Mian calmed down. He seemed to realize that he didn't want to say more, and he gave her enough respect.

Lu Jingshu was completely relieved, closed her eyes and continued to sleep.

When her consciousness was chaotic, she felt the person behind her holding her tighter and tighter, and her hot and moist breath sprayed on the side of her neck, thick and rapid, looking ambiguous and extremely sexy in the quiet night.

Lu Jingshu returned to consciousness and half-opened her eyes. Her face was still as calm as water, but her ears gradually turned red.

Chu Mian lowered his head and kissed the skin of her neck, gradually moving up to behind her ears, and suddenly laughed softly.

The magnetic sound made Lu Jingshu frown and suppress her desire to touch her ears.

"woke up?"

Lu Jingshu's eyelashes trembled and she hummed in response.

Chu Mian stopped talking again.

The curtains in the medium-sized bedroom were tightly closed and the lights were turned off. In this darkness where one could not see even one's fingers, each other could only touch each other by feeling. The night was silent and the eyes could not see, which amplified hearing and touch.

They could even hear each other's identical, fast and regular heartbeats.

As heavy as a drum.

Chu Mian turned Lu Jingshu over, lowered his head and took her lips in his. He didn't notice her frowning in discomfort just now, and quickly covered it up.

The rustling sound of clothes and quilt, as well as the shun xi sheng they couldn't help but make from time to time, seemed erotic and abrupt in the quiet room. No matter how restrained Lu Jingshu was, her cheeks felt hot at this time.

I don't know how long it took, but Chu Mian pressed her forehead against hers, breathing lightly.

The hand holding Lu Jingshu's waist was as hot as a stove. He gently picked it up with his fingertips and submerged it under the fabric.

Lu Jingshu's eyes were clearer now and she pressed his hand fiercely.

Chu Mian's eyes were filled with lust, and his pupils were as dark as ink, seeming to blend into the night. He raised his eyes in confusion, "Huh?"

He kissed the corner of her mouth and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

Lu Jingshu was worried about the injury on her left arm. She pushed away from his arms and said, "Today... I don't want to."

Chu Mian thought something was wrong. After hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief, lay back down again, pulled up the hem of her clothes, and said in the same tone: "Okay."

Regardless of his uncomfortable body reaction, he once again pulled Lu Jingshu into his arms face to face, and gently touched her forehead with his lips, "Good night."

There was indeed no other action after that.

Lu Jingshu felt warm in her heart, but her body felt very cold. Even if she was held by Chu Mian, she still felt cold to her bones.

She remained silent, thinking that it was probably a stress reaction caused by the opening of the wound.

Chu Mian was extremely keen, and he noticed something was wrong the second he saw something was wrong with Lu Jingshu.

At this time, I could smell a very slight smell of blood on the tip of my nose, "Are you injured?"

He instantly relaxed his hold on her, for fear of touching her wounds, and looked extremely annoyed.

Chu Mian turned on the bedside lamp, and the room was instantly lit up with dim light. He could clearly see Lu Jingshu's pale face at this time, and was immediately frightened.