Capture the River

[Occurred long after the story ended, when the two were in love, "Swallowing the Sea" ended on 2016.1, let's assume this is 2020.2.14]

The sky in Europe is as blue as the Mediterranean Sea, and even the clouds are like white foam that the waves have not had time to take away when the waves recede.

Mr. Gong was wearing a well-fitting high-end suit, and he was sitting dignifiedly on the sofa reading a book, with shoulders flat and waist straight, as if he was sitting at the head of the board of directors and was about to speak.

Qin Chuan yawned, walked down the spiral staircase in a loose shirt and jeans, and casually pressed his hair that was curled up in sleep: "Should I cut my hair?"

Mr. Gong turned over a page of the book in front of him without raising his head, his slender fingers were whiter than the page, and the picture was extremely pleasing to the eye: "It's fine if you don't cut it, just keep it longer to cosplay Fei Du."

Qin Chuan: "..."

Qin Chuan walked over speechlessly, took off Mr. Gong's silver-rimmed glasses and put them on his face: "What kind of criminal investigation novels do you read, an arms seller, to know yourself and your enemy? Was it recommended by the dream builder?"

Mr. Gong closed the book, looked up at Qin Chuan: "Are you jealous?"

Qin Chuan categorically denied: "No... I'm afraid she will spoil you." Qin Chuan paused, and realized that his words were so absurd that he was worried that a girl in her twenties would spoil this Gong Mukun?

Mr. Gong came over to put his arms around Qin Chuan's waist, leaned over and sniffed Qin Chuan's neck, and said casually: "I suggest you stay away from her. I heard that recently she is building a building based on her memories based on Wu Tun, Wan Changwen, Zhang Zhixing, Chen Yuanliang met in the underworld, a dream in which the four-cornered love is the main line."

Qin Chuan: "..."

Mr. Gong is sure that at that moment Boss Qin's eyes showed panic.

Mr. Gong's hand, who was distracted, had already touched the zipper of his jeans. Qin Chuan took Mr. Gong's hand from his waistband and threw it out. He walked to the huge French window of almost [-] square meters and stretched his waist: " The weather is so nice, let's go for a walk?"

Mr. Gong: "Where do you want to go? I'll ask someone to clear the venue."

Qin Chuan: "..."

Qin Chuan hates iron but not steel: "Can't you think of some healthy activities?"

Mr. Gong was quite regretful, and before he withdrew his hand, he didn't forget to wipe oil on Qin Chuan's buttocks: "Going to the shooting range?"

Dark River has a weapon testing ground and training base tens of kilometers away from the Lebanese border in northern Israel. Although it is a bit far from their current manor, it is very well equipped and it is a place that any man who is interested in weapons cannot resist.

Qin Chuan thought for a while: "Is there any chance?"

Mr. Gong replied as a matter of course: "If you win, you will be my day, and if I win, you will be my day."

Qin Chuan: "..."

Qin Chuan took off his glasses and threw them on the tea table, then turned and left.

Mr. Gong immediately grasped Qin Chuan's big arm skillfully, twisted and pulled, and the two immediately folded on the sofa, and Qin Chuan sat in Mr. Gong's arms inexplicably.

Mr. Gong supported Qin Chuan's chin and took a long kiss. He sucked the tip of his tongue with just the right amount of force, and even the movement of poking into his mouth was unbelievably gentle.

When Mr. Gong reached into the hem of Qin Chuan's shirt, he was hit hard at the Jianjing acupoint, his arm went numb, and his face was pushed away. Qin Chuan was furious: "Did you drink again in the morning?"

Mr. Gong didn't change his face: "You bit your tongue last night, so I applied some alcohol to disinfect it."

Qin Chuan: "Nonsense! I didn't bite through it at all yesterday! No, don't change the subject, do you still want your stomach!"

Mr. Gong: "My name is not Stomach, but Chu Yuxun..."

Qin Chuan slapped Mr. Gong's face so handsome that he could be photographed on the cover of a fashion magazine without makeup.

Mr. Gong immediately changed the subject: "Do you want to go to the shooting range? Recently, a new batch of pistols just happened to be produced. Boss Qin will help you try them out?"

Qin Chuan knew that when Mr. Gong called him "Boss Qin" it meant a concession, but drinking alcohol with stomach ulcers was too bad, so he didn't want to talk to him.

Mr. Gong looked down at Qin Chuan slightly, and said with a smile, "Double the distance, I'll take 50 meters if you're 100 meters—"

"If I lose, I'll let you play tonight."

Qin Chuan took a deep breath and asked vigilantly, "You don't mean navel oranges, do you?"

Mr. Gong looked at Qin Chuan, and his handsome and profound face leaned towards Qin Chuan's ear. Qin Chuan could feel his cool breath, and his deep cello-like voice sounded from a close distance: "If I lose Let Boss Qin say what I want."

As if it was not enough, Mr. Gong added with a smile: "Even if I cry and say no, Boss Qin can't stop."

A hundred thousand firecrackers exploded in Qin Chuan's head, and Mr. Gong's magnetic voice, "Even if you cry and say no, you can't stop" was played in an infinite loop...

But if he loses even a sliver of sanity, this meeting will already be tough.

Qin Chuan went to the bathroom to wash with cold water several times before he managed to regain his composure, and then dragged Mr. Gong straight to the shooting range, not paying any attention to Mr. Gong's meaningful eyes.

Qin Chuan picked a □□17 at random, placed the target at 80m, shot 10 rounds, and the score was 37.

Generally, the effective range of pistols is 50m. Qin Chuan shot 80 rings without missing a single shot at 37m, which is already a good result.

The one with the surname Gong seems to have a built-in Sharingan and an automatic calibrator. Qin Chuan didn't think he could take advantage of the number of rings, and he didn't believe that Mr. Gong could hit a target 160 meters away.

At the end of the game, Mr. Gong scored 100 rings.

Qin Chuan: "..."

Mr. Gong said calmly: "I won."

Qin Chuan: "..."

Qin Chuan's gentle and handsome face with blue and red intertwine is very exciting. He has always wanted to know how Mr. Gong, who doesn't have any gun calluses, can be so accurate, but this is not the point.

The point is... Qin Chuan was silent for a long while but still could not suppress it, and angrily lifted the table under the parasol: "Don't think that you are holding a gun in your hand now, I don't know that you just hit it with HK416! Do you think I am blind? ?”

Mr. Gong hurried over to smooth his hair for him, and he said plausibly: "Just double the distance, there is no rule that I can't use □□."

Qin Chuan has been living with this man for a while, but he still has a question from time to time: How shameless can this man named Gong be?Where is his lower limit?

Mr. Gong wiped Qin Chuan and himself with alcohol-soaked cotton balls: "I've made a reservation at the hotel, shall we go eat?"

Qin Chuan saw a crease on Mr. Gong's straight suit jacket, and brushed it off casually: "Why do you think you're going to a hotel?"

Mr. Gong smiled at him: "Did Boss Qin forget what day it is today?"

Qin Chuan was just put together by the surname Gong, and he didn't really want to cooperate with him, so he said calmly: "February 2th, 14, the world's first general-purpose computer ENIAC was born in UPenn, so we today You should spend more time with the computer."

Mr. Gong: "..."

It was rare for Qin Chuan to see the astonished expression of Mr. Gong who slightly raised his eyebrows, and his mood improved a lot.

Mr. Gong was also speechless for half a second, and then came over and took Qin Chuan's hand as if nothing had happened: "Then celebrate that I have obtained a business passport from Myanmar."

Qin Chuan struggled for a while but did not break away, so he held it, and asked suspiciously: "Then before you?"

Mr. Gong didn't want to say more: "I talked to the people from the Ministry of Labour, Immigration and Population of Myanmar, and now I can live permanently." He pulled a tissue and wiped Qin Chuan's fingers carefully, "You don't want to guard Shan State Is that little shop enjoying life?"

Qin Chuan looked down at the hand that Mr. Gong shook with him. Although his hand was slender, his skin was very rough, with various scars, gun calluses, and traces left when he was in contact with the case at the drug control port.But it fell into Mr. Gong's flawless hands like jade carvings, like some kind of treasure being maintained, even the remaining pimples under his nails had to be removed.

Qin Chuan's heart was slightly hot, and his Adam's apple rolled a few times before suppressing the waves in his heart, and said nonchalantly, "The Mediterranean Sea is actually quite good...you don't have to keep tossing and tossing..."

Mr. Gong glanced at him with a smile, his eyes were insightful and tolerant: "It's okay, the focus of the dark river recently is in the Golden Triangle."

Qin Chuan suppressed the joy he didn't know where he came from, and casually searched for topics: "Oh, your boss is planning to invest in the booming Southeast Asian economy?"

"The boss is going to settle in Asia for a long time. And she..." Mr. Gong thought about his choice of words, "She is very rich, and she doesn't care much about the profits of the underground river and the factory."

Qin Chuan was silent, thinking that the arms crocodile surnamed Gong would actually say that others were "very rich", how rich must it be?

Mr. Gong licked his sharp fangs ambiguously: "Boss Qin doesn't need to think so much, if you are moved, just promise him with your body."

Qin Chuan: "..."

If you promise that it doesn't exist, at most you won't be accounted for "double distance" pistol VS□□.

However, after eating, all Qin Chuan's emotions disappeared the moment he opened Mr. Gong's Myanmar passport.

Now he just wants to beat up Gong as usual—to be precise, he wants to beat up Gong as usual. The difference in force value has always prevented him from putting this idea of ​​doing justice for heaven into practice.

The corner of Qin Chuan's mouth twitched, and he pointed at the name on Mr. Gong's passport tremblingly: "Is this your new name?"

Mr. Gong—Mr. "Gong San" on the passport nodded triumphantly: "They couldn't find this word at first, and I helped them upgrade the system at my own expense."

Qin Chuan: "..."

He no longer wants to make any comments, he just wants to strangle the man surnamed Gong to death, dismember his body, and build it into the cement wall of the hotel...

Qin Chuan was gnashing his teeth. Mr. Gong—you can call him Gong Thirty now, lightly squeezed the numb tendon of Qin Chuan’s forearm, casually threw his passport aside, and dragged Qin Chuan into the next door in the bedroom.

The heart of opening a house is clearly revealed.

Qin Chuan was still responding to the word "Thirty" with a foot inserted horizontally and three points in the wood. Mr. Gong had already untied the shirts of the two of them dexterously and silently, biting Qin Chuan's earlobe: "If we agree, we will lose!" People can’t stop even if they cry and say no.”

"Wait, I didn't seem to say that before I came here... Wait a minute, why am I a bit weak? What's in the dish?"

Mr. Gong looked at him innocently: "A little drug for fun, the side effect is muscle relaxation."

"Oh, what a ghost!" Qin Chuan was furious, and mocked: "Have you reached the age where you can't do without medicine?"

Mr. Gong is very honest: "Of course not, I'm just afraid that you will resist."

Qin Chuan: "..."

Neuropathy!

"And Boss Qin, don't forget that you just celebrated your 39th birthday last month."

[Note: Here is Qin Chuan's age for reference, born in 1981]

Qin Chuan's pupils lost focus and murmured, "Day..."

Asians are generally tender, and Caucasian races are very precocious in Western bones. This surname Gong is well-nourished and his height is close to 189. Qin Chuan often forgets that he was actually overwhelmed by a "little wolf dog" who is younger than him.

When Qin Chuan was distracted, Mr. Gong had already skillfully stripped him naked, but he didn’t do anything directly. Instead, he took out a sleeveless gown with baroque embroidery on a white background...a long skirt from somewhere.

Qin Chuan was weak and unable to move at all. He was easily picked up by Mr. Gong and put on a long skirt from his head. He couldn't believe what was happening to him: "What is this?!"

Mr. Gong carefully smoothed the folds of the long skirt, sat opposite Qin Chuan, looked at his fashion masterpiece with a very admiring, admiring, nostalgic and even perverted eyes, and answered: "I want to see the Welsh national costume." You've been wearing it for a long time."

[Part of the settings of the country of Wales refer to Ukraine]

Qin Chuan endured his shame, tried his best to control the trembling of his voice, and pretended to be calm: "If you want to do it, do it quickly, what are you doing with so many tricks?"

Mr. Gong said seriously: "This is called fun."

Qin Chuan: "...sooner or later you have to take it off, you don't mind the trouble!"

Mr. Gong wrapped his arms around Qin Chuan's waist, with reasonable grounds: "People have to excrete after eating, so don't they eat?"

Qin Chuan: "..."

He really couldn't say that the surname was Gong.

Mr. Gong looked at him tenderly: "I saw Luo Wenzhou said something to Fei Du in "Silent Reading", and now I will tell you. Why is there a New Year's Day at the beginning and end of every year as the end, why do you have to wait for someone to go to bed before hooking up? There has to be a process of confessing and pressing the road? Why do you have to invite relatives and friends to perform a useless ceremony in addition to having a certificate for legal cohabitation? Because life and death, time, separation and reunion are all given meaning to them, this thing I can’t see it, I can’t touch it, and I don’t know what it’s useful for, but the difference between you and me and a bunch of chemical components lies in this ‘meaning’.”

Qin Chuan's eyes were slightly hot, and he turned his head to try to hide his unease: "It's quite familiar."

Mr. Gong smiled: "I have a photographic memory. If Boss Qin thinks this is not original, then I will say it again."

"——The first 30 years of my life were very boring, and I looked down on those romantic things, thinking it was a waste of time. After I met Boss Qin, I realized that 'tossing' is also a wonderful thing. "

Qin Chuan was silent: "Are you trying to say that torturing me is wonderful? Wait a minute, where are you touching?!"

Mr. Gong caressed Qin Chuan's body fascinatedly. Although he was wrapped in a long linen skirt, he could feel the firm muscle shape. Qin Chuan's old waist had become more flexible in recent years, and the warm touch separated him from his body. The cloth spread to Mr. Gong's cold palm, almost igniting the ice.

Qin Chuan looked up at Mr. Gong, he could see traces of emotion from this profound and elegant face, although it was not obvious, but he knew that there was a green light shining like a hungry wolf in the depths of Mr. Gong's pupils.

Qin Chuan was distracted when he suddenly heard a sound, and he grabbed and buckled reflexively with his hands.

With a sound of "Ke Da", the two ends of the lambskin handcuffs were fastened on Qin Chuan's left hand and Mr. Gong's right hand respectively, one ring for each person.

It is rare to be against the generals, and Qin Chuan's brows and eyes were a little imperceptibly proud: "Boss Gong looks down on people too much. I have been a policeman for more than ten years anyway, and I am really familiar with this stuff."

Mr. Gong raised his wrist, and Qin Chuan's arm was also brought up.Mr. Gong didn't panic at all, and took the initiative to hold Qin Chuan's handcuffed left hand with his handcuffed right hand, and nodded in appreciation: "Deputy Qin is amazing. I can't reach the bottom now, so please expand it yourself."

Qin Chuan: "..."

With a wingspan of 1.8 meters, how dare you say that you can't reach it?

Want a face?

Qin Chuan knew that this surname Gong was really shameless, he could endure and be ruthless, if the enemy didn't move, I wouldn't move, Mr. Gong was perfectly able to maintain this posture all night, anyway, it was Qin Chuan who was uncomfortable wearing women's clothing, and he was covered in drugs It was Qin Chuan who had a fever.

Qin Chuan took a deep breath, and said in a muffled voice, "Where are the things?"

Mr. Gong pretended to be stupid: "What is it?"

Qin Chuan punched the man surnamed Gong, and shouted, "Lubricant!"

Mr. Gong obediently let him beat him, and while he took out a tube of ointment from nowhere and handed it to Qin Chuan, which was unscrewed, he said affectionately: "Chuan Chuan, your little fist beat me so hard. It hurts."

Qin Chuan: "..."

Really disgusted.

……

Mr. Gong's slightly cool lips embraced Qin Chuan's tight lips, licked his clenched teeth away, sometimes breathed out, sometimes deprived him of his breath, and firmly tied Qin Chuan's nerves to the roller coaster called sex. On the other hand, he would not let him have a good time at all.

Work slowly and work hard.

The night is long, take your time, don't rush.

Outside the hotel, seagulls fly across the sky, snow-white waves embrace the hyacinth petals falling from nowhere, and the clear sea breeze blows through the hazy curtains, bringing the laughter between the beds through the silent tall evergreen garden. Ye Lin, drifting away to the distant sky.

Time is so beautiful at this moment, I wish it could last forever.

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Hyacinth is native to the northeast of the Mediterranean Sea. The flower language is to burn the fire of life and enjoy a rich life.Happy Valentine's Day everyone, □□doing things!The sweetness of CP, the sweetness of being single!