can not help

It is nothing more than injuring the enemy one thousand and self-injury eight hundred.

The only spark left in Qian Shucheng's eyes disappeared, and he smiled self-deprecatingly: "Do you think I've been playing with you all this time?"

The final word has been thrown out, the next step is to leave.

Qian Shucheng watched Murong Ling put away the computer and left the bedroom, and when he heard the rustling sound outside, he suddenly panicked.Where there was still time to think, he rushed directly to the living room and grabbed the man holding the coat.

"What, run away from home?"

With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Murong Ling was stunned for a moment.

It was only then that Qian Shucheng realized that this man had no intention of going out in his coat, but was just rummaging in his pocket with one hand, probably looking for a lighter.

The scene was a bit embarrassing.

Letting go or not letting go seems to be very embarrassing, Qian Shucheng gritted his teeth, and simply said: "You treat yourself as a teenager, and you can pack up and leave after a few words? Do you want to cry, make trouble, and hang yourself?" ?”

Murong Ling: "..."

The cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground with a 'slap', and it was the first time that Qian Shucheng clearly saw the word 'stunned' in those wide-eyed eyes.

So cute... But two people are arguing, and whoever breaks first loses.The problems that broke out today are actually problems that they have always had. If they didn't mention them before, it doesn't mean that these things never existed.

Qian Shucheng bit his tongue, the pain finally managed to stop the corners of his mouth that wanted to fly up, and then he frowned hard and said, "Why, you were speechless because I hit the point, right? Do you want me to find you a rope?"

Murong Ling let go of the clothes in his hands, and ended the tug-of-war between the two of them first. The poor coat finally managed to get out of the torn situation.His eyes wandered for a moment, he squatted down to pick up the cigarette that fell on the ground, and then held it up in front of Qian Shucheng, with an unrelenting look and a gentle voice, it made people feel a little pitiful: "I just want to smoke a cigarette." .”

smoke!Pump it for you!Want to smoke a few smoke a few!

This was what Qian Shucheng was about to blurt out subconsciously, and he finally swallowed it along with his saliva.Looking at Murong Ling like this, he felt like his heart was about to melt. How could such a completely opposite appearance hit his cute spot so accurately?

He threw his clothes aside, still pretending to be fierce on the surface, took a handful of multinational cigarettes, and said angrily, "Whatever you smoke, the walls are all yellow!"

Murong Ling watched the cigarettes being taken away without stopping, picked up the jacket that had been thrown aside and said, "Then I'll go out..."

"What's going on!" Qian Shucheng snatched his coat back with quick eyesight and quick hands, "I'm still smoking! Old wounds add to heartaches, take good care of them! Doctors chased them home and they still don't know how to pay attention to their health!"

At this moment, Murong Ling felt that Qian Shucheng's appearance looked familiar. He squinted his cigarette, but didn't say anything.

"Look!" Qian Shucheng tried his best to maintain his fierce image, turned his coat inside out, confiscated all the cigarettes and lighters that were turned out, and finally shook it at Murong Ling as if in a demonstration.

Murong Ling wanted to laugh, but suddenly he couldn't understand why he was competing with a child?Any normal adult would be able to make such a fuss just because he took away a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

Qian Shucheng proudly put the loot he had seized into his pocket, but he didn't know that he had already been dubbed a 'child', and his snarky appearance was probably worse than a kindergarten kid who snatched a piece of candy from an adult and was happy all day How many.

Murong Ling finally couldn't help laughing.Qian Shucheng put away his complacent face, stared at Murong Ling and said, "Why are you laughing!"

Murong Ling shook his head and was still laughing.

This way of laughing made Qian Shucheng from bewilderment to embarrassment. Anyone who was laughed at by others for some reason would not feel at ease.Qian Shucheng really wanted to rush over and take off his clothes, and put him directly under him, to see if he could still laugh.

Well, he admits that his idea is a bit rascal, so what the rascal, as long as it works.

So Qian Shucheng, who turned into a hooligan, strode forward and slapped Murong Ling on the back of the head, and the two directly kissed called 'pain'.Fortunately, this kiss started with pain and ended with love.It's a pity that Qian Shucheng still can't confirm whether this love is just his wishful thinking.

From the first kiss until the end, Murong Ling never resisted, nor catered to, and even those kisses were no different.

Qian Shucheng suddenly felt very sad, very sad, he really wanted to find out if Murong Ling loved him, even if it was just a little bit of a move?But he couldn't see anything in the eyes in front of him.

"Aling..."

"Do you know why I don't let you have too much contact with the Meng family?"

Just as Qian Shucheng started to speak, Murong Ling opened his mouth at the same time as if he had sensed something.Qian Shucheng sighed inwardly. In fact, it might be a good choice for the two of them to live in a muddle-headed way without piercing the window paper.

He finally gave up the idea of ​​wanting to confirm, and followed Murong Ling's words and asked: "Why."

As he thought, Murong Ling didn't seem to hear those two words at all, and continued: "Do you remember the killer at the Meng family's birthday party?"

"Zhang Ming?" Qian Shucheng's memory is still good, especially for a person who rushed in to disrupt the situation when he was supposed to be under strict supervision, "What's wrong with him? I've always been curious, did you really slice him off? gone?"

Murong Ling glanced at it: "Why, you want to eat hot pot."

Qian Shucheng's eyes widened: "Can we talk more carefully? I'm different from you. You have seen big winds and waves so you don't care about anything, but I'm a small shrimp. How can you tell me to look directly at the hot pot in the future?"

Murong Ling: "The last time you saw that fat man crawling over the glass on his knees, did you still eat something made of mashed meat? You didn't see his hind legs when he crawled out. I guess you even ate big stick bones." I can't go down.

"You are enough!" Qian Shucheng glared, "That's all I'm saying, your throat isn't that shallow, why don't you make meatballs and stew a few big stick bones for you at night?"

Murong Ling sneered: "You have really strong taste."

Qian Shucheng was at a loss for words for a moment, is this big guy in love playing with himself?

Murong Ling had had enough fun, and when he got back to business, he didn't feel that the subject had changed bluntly: "What do you think the Meng family must have become, to allow a drug addict who is so promiscuous to mix in?"

In this way, Qian Shucheng remembered that Zhang Ming was a little out of shape, and his feet were a little vain.Murong Ling was in very bad health at that time, his face was always pale, his hands were not half as strong as they are now, and he was able to deal with Zhang Ming by himself, which is enough to prove how weak Zhang Ming is.

Speaking of this, at that time Jiang Fanyi and the others were actually watching the fun in the dark!What a shame!

Murong Ling gave him enough time to think before he said, "The Meng family let it in."

Qian Shucheng frowned. He has been frowning more and more recently, and he doesn't know if he already has wrinkles before he turns 25: "What is the Meng family doing?"

Murong Ling: "To start a war, it's not obvious that the Meng family wants to be fishermen."

Qian Shucheng suddenly felt that he had grasped the point: "Who is the snipe and who is the clam?"

Murong Ling turned his head: "What do you think?"

Qian Shucheng firmly suppressed the strangeness in his heart, and tried to keep his voice steady: "Did you know the person who planned the explosion back then?"

Murong Ling smiled: "I know."

Qian Shucheng clenched his hands into fists, feeling a sense of suffocation in his heart, which made him uncomfortable.He told himself not to get angry, not to get angry.

As a result, at this moment, all of Murong Ling's emotional intelligence was fed to the dog, and he even teased and said: "You think I will fight an uncertain battle? It's just that being used as a gun like this is not what I want."

Qian Shucheng took a deep breath, and actually controlled his anger after being fueled: "So, you have been watching me bump into the wall to play?"

Murong Ling didn't make a sound, and walked towards the kitchen: "Is there any wine? Have some together?"

Qian Shucheng raised his hand and said, "It's in the cabinet directly opposite the door."

Murong Ling walked over, took out a few bottles of canned beer and put them on the tea table, and 'bang bang' opened two cans.

"Drink less beer, and go back to the house to pick some wine bars."

Qian Shucheng also sat down, picked up the beer and drank half a can, then put it heavily on the table: "So, the mastermind behind the scenes can't tell me, right?"

Murong Ling was not as bold as Qian Shucheng, but simply took a sip and said, "Not yet, I can't touch him."

The meaning of this protection was too obvious, Murong Ling couldn't touch that person, so he couldn't tell Qian Shucheng about it.

Hearing this, it would be a lie to say that I was not moved, but the feeling of being denied like this is also very uncomfortable.But the fact is like this, Murong Ling said he couldn't move, should he deliver the head himself?

Qian Shucheng took another sip in depression: "Then why are you looking for the Meng family?"

Murong Ling stared at the beer can shaking in his hand: "Being a passive gun is worse than a direct showdown."

After saying this, he looked up at Qian Shucheng again and said, "Since you have agreed to the Meng family's proposal for cooperation, let's just leave it at that. I can afford it too."

"What does the Meng family want?"

Murong Ling smiled and didn't answer. He put the can to his lips and drank more than half of it in one gulp. He opened another can, playing with the ring in his hand, and said, "So the Meng family told you that Feng Ke was killed by me." of?"

Qian Shucheng stared at Murong Ling's slender fingers in a daze, the silver rings on them kept turning in circles, which was more flexible than his own brain.

The movement of Murong Ling's hand suddenly stopped, and the pull-tab was thrown on the table: "What are you thinking?"

Qian Shucheng snapped back to his senses: "Huh?"

Murong Ling smiled, didn't ask the question just now, just picked up the beer on the table and took another sip.

It took a while for Qian Shucheng's brain to return from the can, and he said slowly, "No."

Murong Ling: "Yes."

Qian Shucheng was afraid that his two words would cause a series of misunderstandings, so he hurriedly said: "I didn't hide it from you, this is just my guess."

Murong Ling laughed lowly: "Because the Meng family told you about ZS8301."

It's not a question, Murong Ling probably guessed how the Meng family induced Qian Shucheng.

He still said in a calm tone: "The Meng family told you that Qian Shuning died in ZS8301, and told you that Feng Ke also died in ZS8301. Why didn't you guess that Qian Shuning was also killed by me?"

Qian Shucheng didn't like Murong Ling's nonchalant tone when he said such words. It seemed that since the two of them met again, every word Murong Ling said had the meaning of his existence, and there was such a harmonious atmosphere before. The difference that followed that year has long since dissipated.Is it necessary for me to do this too?

Murong Ling was not waiting for Qian Shucheng's reply at all, nor did he need Qian Shucheng's reply.It doesn't really matter what Qian Shucheng's attitude towards him is, he just needs to do what he needs to do.

"Han Yue's matter should be over soon. That fat man's recording is the first step. After we meet with the Meng family and solve Han Yue's matter, it should be our matter."

He drank the rest of the wine, got up and walked to the bedroom.

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I didn't finish writing yesterday, and I will update it later today.bow.