satan's wings

Strange,

Just like last night, the inexplicable palpitation, sweating,

Sometimes it is serious, and there will be emptiness for no reason, yes, it is emptiness.

Panting more and more heavily, the eyes staring at Spaghetti closed, and some images suddenly popped up in my mind, automatically depicting G...the passionate kissing scene in the V actor...

Slap! Throwing the knife and fork on the table, he couldn't continue his lunch, he was aroused by the inexplicable picture in his mind, he didn't like to look at that kind of thing, and he didn't want to touch it too much, but what happened to his mind in the past two days Always can't help jumping out of these messes!

Rub vigorously... Rub the facial features to clear himself up. He knows that this is caused by the excessive estrogen in his body again. He also believes that the body's reaction will be more serious in the future.

This damn drug rebound! He really has the urge to flip the table!

Trying to calm down and clear the table quickly.

He buried himself in the sofa and turned on the TV to divert his attention. It was already autumn, and he had to turn down the air conditioner to the lowest level.

He tuned the channels over and over again, news, entertainment, sports... He only felt that there was only one word from the inside to the outside of his body, that was hot, and it was there all afternoon.

Finally, my thoughts and mentality were completely diverted by the sports events on TV, and the time slowly pointed to six o'clock in the evening.

Curled up on the sofa in a daze for a while, squinting his eyes until it was completely dark.

Almost reminded by the body's instinctive biological clock, he fell asleep at some point, the pillow was tilted to one side, the remote control also fell on the floor, and his neck was so sore that he seemed to have fallen asleep.

"Bah..." Clutching the back of her neck, she adjusted her sitting posture.

The TV commercials were still going on, but he was in so much pain that it was difficult to even move his neck, probably because he didn't sleep well just now.

After patiently kneading and pressing for a long time, I took out the active oil from under the coffee table and poured it on the palm of my hand to massage. Fortunately, I went to the supermarket with Bai Xian before, and he bought a spare bottle, a Chinese brand. I hope it can start to work.

Glancing at the clock again, it's almost eight o'clock, Ren Na and Yun Hao are still upstairs, I don't know if they are hungry, should we start cooking dinner now

Thinking about it that way, I belatedly realized that the two of them had already stayed upstairs for a whole afternoon, even if they took a lunch break, it should have been enough time.

The movement of kneading the neck unconsciously slowed down. For such a long time, the two of them were in the same room...

Uncontrollably thinking of images that shouldn't be imagined in my mind, I pinched myself hard in order to stop my nervous... lust.

It is impossible for Yunho to be so intemperate, Yoo Inna is also a well-bred son of a famous family, Kim Jaejoong, what are you thinking all day long!

After cursing himself repeatedly and rubbing his nerves, he became hypersensitive again. To be precise, after he had a series of strange thoughts, the originally quiet space deliberately let him hear something.

His movements were stiff, and he held his breath to listen, and indeed he heard something, that was a very strange, faint bass.

The whole person was fixed on the sofa like a wooden stake, even though the tone was weak, he could still feel that the voice came from Yunhao's room.

Yunho's room!

His breath froze, and finally rushed straight to the top of his head like soot. At this time, in the same room, in almost a few tens of seconds, he completely understood what was going on.

Reason reminds him not to care, stay where he is, turn up the volume of the TV to the maximum, cover it! Ignore it!

But the instinct of the body made him walk towards the stairs uncontrollably,

It was as if there was an evil voice in his head telling him, go, go upstairs,

Go upstairs and have a look, maybe they're just doing something else...

Shock

"Suck it well." Pulling Inna to bury herself. kua,

Yunho will deliberately keep it every time, not completely deep.

The depth of a woman's mouth is far from being able to quench his desire.

He wanted more, but it had to be that person.

All the time in the room oral sex for him, except for the stimulation, Ren Na was more nauseated.

"Uh...uh..." She struggled to get rid of it, but when she met Yunho's dark eyes, she liked him but couldn't resist.

"Don't spit it out." The gloom that had been accumulated for a long time surged in his heart, and he transferred what he couldn't get to the person in front of him...to let it out, it was difficult for Yunhao to guarantee that he would not explode one day.

He loves his elder brother, not brotherly love, but twisted love.

From the first day of forgiving him, even if he hated him so much that he personally abused him at first, as long as he saw the wounds, bruises or twists flowing on his skin, he would feel excited.

He clearly knows that there is another self living in his body, but he also knows that it is impossible between them,

So he is angry, even if he loves, he must be bound by morality!

Taboos are full of fears that Jaejoong will knock on the door at any time, and there is a tinge of joy in his heart,

His things were repeatedly retracted in the zUI, realizing that he was going to release, Ren Na subconsciously backed away, but was held down even tighter.

She thought that Yunho would care about her feelings, but the man tightened his legs and began to rush ci faster.

"Hmm..." The play's first reaction was rejection, but soon, a deep voice warned her above her head.

"Swallow it." Applying force again, Yunho's eyes widened.

"Oh!" He murmured in distress, and was forced to tUN, as soon as he let go, Ren Na coughed violently.

Shi Nue's pleasure was filled at that moment, and at the same time, Yunho still had a emptiness that couldn't be filled, but he didn't want to have a second time in the woman's mouth.

Thinking of An Qixuan, he couldn't make women feel wronged.

With a softened expression, he stretched out his hand to pull her up, and he lowered his tone, looking like a different person, "I'm sorry, I can't control it."

"It's okay..." With a blushing face, Ren Na was brainwashed by his gentle tone, "Your injury..."

Putting one hand into her bun, and finally into her crotch, Yunho knew what she had been expecting all along, "As long as I don't touch my injury, it will be fine."

The more you look, the more the woman's eyes resemble his.

Blushing to the bottom of her ears, she sat down on his lap, and the woman was about to say something, when she was suddenly pierced by something unbearable.

Thinking of the first time in the bar, she was afraid,

The red flesh with her back to him was repeatedly drawn out and brought in, she whimpered, she was afraid that her cries would be heard by Jaejoong downstairs.

But Yunhao not only didn't restrain himself, but because of her words, he galloped even more vigorously.

Did you hear that?That's even better.

……

Outside the door, hearing the increasingly clear yelling inside, Zai Zhong gritted his teeth, his chest flaps congested with blood.

That lustful voice plunged the already sensitive man into a deeper purgatory.

The flow of blood in his body was mixed with mood and emptiness, to the point that his entire bottom shirt was soaked in cold sweat.

His mind was filled with scenes of Yunho having sex with a woman, he forced himself to leave, then rushed to the bathroom and turned on the water heater.

Reduce the water temperature to the coldest and fill the bathtub, and he pours it head-on, trying to use the cold to restrain himself.

The agitated lust in his body was aroused by Yunhao and Ren Na, he could clearly feel his lower body, and was numb a little bit.

Like the blood vessels in his body being crawled by billions of ants, he was so unbearable, so uncomfortable and depressed!

He needs to calm down, calm down!

The water overflowed and seeped into the bathtub, but the more he tried to restrain himself, the more Yunho appeared in his mind.

He longed for a woman, and also desperately wanted a man...

He humbly buried himself in the water, and bit his arm fiercely. He hated this sudden nausea of ​​wanting a man.

Kim Jaejoong, how could you, how could you have such an idea!

Pain, really pain,

It was as if the estrogen in his body had completely swallowed his remaining androgen, making him extremely uncomfortable.

As Haruma Miura said, he is in heat right now!

Trembling and turning off the water, trembling,

The discomfort continued, and the cold water could not suppress it. The only thing he could think of was the capsule that Haruma Miura gave him.

Climb out of the bathtub quickly, tear off the bath towel to dry off the water droplets,

He ran back to his room in embarrassment and took out the medicine box, poured out two pills and swallowed them dryly.

The movement of taking off his underwear became cautious, even a slight rub could make him tremble all over.

It is extremely sensitive there, and what is even more frightening is that there is still some nian greasy on it,

His brain froze, he immediately crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can in the corner.

Turning off the light and hiding under the blanket, he wrapped himself up like a rice dumpling, curled up in the darkness and panted repeatedly,

Before the efficacy of the medicine evaporates, he will have to endure more heartburning torture.

Like a bug thirsting for life, it rolled over and over, and occasionally let out a few sobs.

In the room separated by only half a corridor, Yunho and Inna's whispers lingered in his ears like a ghost, making him unable to tell whether it was reality or an illusion.

Even if you grab two pillows to cover your head, it won't provide the slightest barrier.

In the end, he really had no choice but to slip his hand into the clothes room, hoping to relieve the mental and sensory pain through touching.

At the moment when his hand covered it, he couldn't help it anymore, tightened himself tremblingly,

But the shame of morality drove him not to go deep.

The pupils gradually overflowed with water vapor, with a trace of depression, a trace of bewilderment, everything comes from human instinct,

He is so yang, but also so empty...

I don't know how long I curled up on the bed in a daze,

He only knows that when the effect of the [medicine] is exerted, he will be completely relieved...

Even though it was not late at night, he was already very tired, so tired that he wanted to close his eyes,

His eyes were full of mist, as if he had cried.

In the haze, it seems that someone is calling him...

"In, in..."

Very familiar voice, Yunho?

It must be Yunho, such a nice voice.

Damn it, you bastard, it's all you...

"Damn it, your hair is so wet... Miura, come over right away, Jaejoong has a fever..."

fever

who has a fever

me

Oh, this damn body...

late at night.

"How is he?" He stood at the end of the bed and waited until Miura finished infusing Jaejoong before opening his mouth. Yunho kept staring at him as he closed the medicine box.

Slowly took off the gloves and put away the tools, glanced at him and Inna standing behind him, the woman didn't dare to look at him, Miura wanted to say something but didn't say, "It's nothing serious, just caught a cold After the infusion, take his temperature again, and if he still has a fever, call me, and I will put the thermometer next to the lamp."

"Catch a cold" Ever since Yunho found out that Jaejoong had a fever, his hair was wet, and Inna felt depressed all the time, obviously he didn't go out, if he took a shower, he should have dried his hair.

There are a lot of questions, she can't express them well, people are already sick, aren't they?

"Well, if possible, it's best to help him dry his hair." Locking the medicine box and looking at the woman again, despite the fever, Jaejoong's current body is still in a period that Miura cannot control.

"Inna, go and cook some porridge, you might wake up in a while." Knowing that he had something to say to himself, Yunho dismissed the woman.

"Okay, then I'll go down first, Professor Miura, can you stay and have a meal together?" Nodding, I haven't eaten dinner yet, if Miura stays, Inna will have to prepare some extra.

"Thank you, I have eaten."

"That's it, then I'll go down first, you continue." Leaving the room and subconsciously closing the door, the woman felt that Miura had something to say for a moment, but she still went downstairs after thinking about it carefully.

Watching her leave and closing the door tightly, it can be seen that the woman is a well-bred child, although Miura is not used to her appearance.

"She's gone, now you can talk."

Pushing the glasses, he finally turned his eyes back to Yunhao. With years of experience as a doctor, Miura had already noticed that one shoulder of Yunhao was unnatural, "Injured?"

Instinctively covering his left arm, Yunhao's gaze deepened again, "What do you want to say?"

Facing those extremely aggressive gazes, Miura tilted his head, took two steps closer, and reached out to touch his left shoulder.

Sensitively avoiding it, his hand strength is not strong, but it is enough to make Yunho's wound hurt, "What are you doing?"

"Don't always be like a sensitive beast. It's just my doctor's instinct. The wound can be smelled." Judging from his reaction, the injury should be serious. Miura reopened his medicine box and did it for too long. Doctor, Miura is used to many things.

"Smell" is the first time I heard that the wound can still rely on the sense of smell.

"Yes, blood, and the smell of medicine." Putting on new plastic gloves, he dug out the unopened cephradin, tweezers, and iodophor gauze from the bottom of the medicine box.

Miura was born sensitive to drugs, which is why he loves the profession of a doctor. He tapped his chin and motioned Yunho to sit at the end of the bed, "Sit down, and I'll look at the wound for you."

Frowning, he took a look at Jaejoong who was still lying there, Yunho just changed his medicine at noon.

"Don't worry, he won't wake up for a while." Urging, Miura waited for half a minute before he sat down.

Sitting there quietly, bowing his head and not making a sound, because he changed into a loose blue shirt with no cuffs, Miura took a few glances and turned around to take out the scissors.

I thought he was cutting the gauze with scissors, but I didn't expect to hear the sound of my shirt being cut open after a while.

Miura directly cut an arc-shaped opening on his shoulder, and tore it apart horizontally and vertically. Yunho's left arm and chest were immediately exposed to the air, leaving only the two cut sleeves hanging on his waist, hanging loosely. .

There was a slight twitch between the brows, this was Yunho's first time wearing a shirt from Chanel.

"Sorry, I used to run in the army a lot, and I'm used to it." Squinting his eyes, in order to avoid the trouble of undressing, Miura considered that he didn't know how big his wound was. There was a layer of black matter on the surface of the wound, and a corner of the sutured wound was vaguely opened.

He took out the flashlight and looked around. There was a deep concave inside. He tried to press the surrounding area with his index finger, and black pus and blood leaked out with the strength of his fingertips.

Gritting his teeth, his facial features were distorted by his actions. If he hadn't been working in his hands now, Yunho would really suspect that he did it on purpose.

"You covered the wound with gunpowder from the bullet." Biting the flashlight with his mouth, Miura picked up iodophor and helped him scrub the wound where the black lump had solidified.

Usually on the battlefield, soldiers do not have medicine, and once they are injured, they will choose to use gunpowder powder inside the bullet to suppress the wound and hemostatic disinfection.

Yunho is not a soldier, the situation at that time must have been very difficult, the depth of the bullet penetrated obviously hurt the bone.

After cleaning it back and forth several times, he used tweezers to remove the layer of black substance, but the cracked part still gave him a headache, "Did you have strenuous exercise, and the wound was cracked."

Silence, Yunho did have sex with Inna a few hours ago, he was excited for a while, but he didn't expect to touch the wound.

Thinking about Inna's presence, Miura understood what was going on.

Putting back the suture needles and thread that iodophor brought back for medical use, as a man, he can understand things like being unable to control oneself, "You know you have an injury but you don't restrain yourself, you should suffer a little bit now, I didn't bring anesthesia today."

For the first time, Yunho didn't show a bad face to him, and Yunho didn't want his wound to drag on like this, so he tacitly allowed him to sew up for himself without anesthesia. The pain is tightly twisted together.

"Fortunately, the person who fetched the bullet for you before had a good skill. Otherwise, you would not be able to lift your left arm after such a toss." He kept talking to distract him. The time for suturing was very short, but the process of applying medicine was very long.

There was even a knife wound on the chest, a full 10 centimeters long, "But the person who cut you was very hard, it looks like it should have been wiped off, it must be very hard to detoxify, Qiu Jia"

"Some people who haven't settled their old debts." He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.Originally, during this trip to Denmark, Yunho wanted to get rid of the second target who killed An Qixuan back then, but he didn't expect the other party to strike first.

Mix the prepared anti-inflammatory medicine with another bottle of medicine powder, think about his identity, this kind of life on the tip of a knife, Miura has been afraid of it for a long time.

The pungent smell of the prepared medicine finally made Yunho raise his eyes and look at him, and when he sprinkled the medicine powder on his wound one by one, he was instantly full of burning pain.

"Be patient, this can speed up your muscle regeneration and help wounds heal."

"How's Jaejoong's body?" he managed to squeeze out the words through his teeth, only when he mentioned that person, Yunho could completely divert his attention.

It’s okay if I don’t mention it, but when I mentioned it, Miura thought of Liu Renna, “Don’t provoke him in the future, and be more restrained in sex, it’s good for you and him.”

"What do you mean?"

"He is currently at the peak of estrogen disorder, he is already sensitive to that aspect, you are still at home... He should have survived this time, otherwise he wouldn't get his hair drenched, probably because he wanted to use cold water Suppression, be careful next time."

I can imagine the scene where he buried himself in cold water in order to suppress his emotions. Miura sighed and felt a little distressed at the same time. After all, he has been his patient for more than ten years.

"Isn't it good to wake up during the peak period?"

No wonder, if this is the case... Yunhao's heart was inexplicably empty, and Yunhao fell into unknown meditation.

Maybe he didn't notice his expression, Miura wrapped the gauze for him a few times and called it a day. It is estimated that it will take two days, "There are still two days, each time is not short. It will be over after two days, remember not to stimulate him .”

Without speaking, he turned his face and stared at Jaejoong who was still in a coma, the medicine from the needle slowly and regularly entered his veins, thinking about something, Yunho's expression became a little strange.

After putting away his things and picking up the medicine box, when he turned around, Miura didn't miss it in his eyes, "What are you thinking?"

He kept staring at the man, and finally turned his face back and got up.Whenever he is on the verge of life and death, Yunho will be afraid, obviously he can not care about anything, "Is it true that intersex people don't live long?"

Dumbly, he lifted the medicine box tightly. This is a moment that Miura is never used to facing, "Well...so, let him do what he likes as much as possible."

Besides this, he didn't know what to say.

He clenched his fists tightly, and moved his gaze away from that person. After a short time, it turned out that Yunhao hated hearing these three words so much.

Let him do what he likes?

"Okay, I'm leaving first. I'll prescribe some medicine for you later, and just send someone to my place to get it. If you're not busy at night, just go to my place for an infusion. Three days will be enough." Pat he didn't The injured shoulder left sideways, Miura didn't understand the feelings between their brothers, but at least he could see clearly that Zheng Yunhao was not really heartless.

Time, just like at first, slowly passed in a quiet atmosphere.

After he left, he took a loose bathrobe and changed into it. Through the drip of water in the infusion bottle, Yunhao took out the hair dryer and inserted it on the bedside.

Sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, he slowly adjusted his upper body with one hand, allowing him to sit up and lean against himself.

Even though Zaizhong frowned, and his high fever body was completely limp on his injured chest and arms, he didn't intend to let go.

Let him rest on his body, he turned on the hair dryer to adjust the warm air to help dry his hair a little bit, Miura's words finally made his cold heart feel a trace of unknown emotion.

Thinking carefully about the moments before and after he reconciled with Zaizhong, the memory jumped from childhood to adulthood.

It is undeniable that until now, when he thinks of everything he has suffered because of his mother and his abandonment, he still has a trace of hatred.

That kind of hatred that no matter how time goes by, can't be erased.

On the one hand, he has to play the role of the younger brother, and on the other hand, he has to fulfill the duties of Qinglang's boss. If he didn't discover Jaejoong's body at the beginning, or if the other party was always a normal person, then would he still continue this hatred? go down

Hate him, or love him, he asked himself once.

But the short life of Zaizhong will always remind him that he can't parallel this hatred willfully,

Kim Jaejoong didn't have much time, he was part of a gangster, and he lived on licking blood on the tip of a knife every day,

Today you dominate the world, one day you may die on the street, how much time does Zheng Yunhao have to hate him and love him

More than ten years ago, he could say that he was not afraid of death, and he was really not afraid of death.

But now, facing the person in his arms, the extra person who disrupted his world, he became as cowardly and timid as an ordinary man.

He is afraid that one day, he will die in the rain forest of swords and guns, and he is also afraid that one day, Jaejoong will suddenly stop breathing at an unknown age.

No matter what, the result is that he is far away from him, and he can no longer be seen, let alone touched.

So, slowly, he became less like himself, and Miura's words shook his hardened heart even more.

Let him do what he likes, life is short, as long as he can be happy.

Blowing his soft hair over and over again, there must be many, many things that I like about this person in my arms.

It's just that in Zhong, your favorite... should be Shen Changmin.

Blowing his five fingers along the hairline, he paused when he thought of that person, Yunho really hated Shim Changmin.

I hate him being nosy, and I hate all the men around him.

Moved his fingers again to blow his hair in another direction, but he knew very well that they were not children,

Kim Jaejoong has his own principles and things he likes, Yunho also has his own life.

They just have the same blood relationship, and he can't really control his life.

Even if he just thinks of him and Shen Changmin being together, thinking that with his special physique, someday they will kiss, Jaejoong will be crushed by another man, and he will have a heart-to-heart twist, his heart will be twisted together.

"Hey," he turned off the hair dryer, moved his Adam's apple, and slowly lay back on the middle with his right hand.

Staring at his side face, Yunho couldn't feel the pain at that moment.

People always get used to being behind others, revealing their unknown side, everyone in the world is like him, and so is Zheng Yunhao.

With his index finger, he brushed away the bangs blocking the middle eyelashes. At that moment, he really wanted to lower his head a little more.

With just a little bit, he could kiss his lips, but in the end, he still didn't.

Because he understands that it doesn't belong to him.

After changing a bottle of needle water, he turned around and quietly left the room, closing the door behind his back.

The wound on his shoulder was swollen and painful, he was tired, and there happened to be something in the gang, glanced at the cell phone that had been vibrating in his pocket, Yunho changed his clothes again and went out.

So, when Zaizhong woke up after sleeping for a full four hours, what he saw was Ren Na lying on his bedside and guarding.

"Inna"

"Ah, bro, you're finally awake." Excited, she thought he would just sleep like this for the whole night, and Ren Na was so sleepy in order to help him change the injection.

As soon as he got up, he felt weak all over, and found himself with a cotton patch on the back of his hand. He only remembered... his face suddenly became hot. He only remembered that his feelings and desires were not right, he took medicine, and finally seemed to fall asleep.

【What about Yunho】

He looked left and right, but he didn't see Yunhao in Jaejoong.

"You have a fever, Yunho has gone to Qinglang," Ren Na took the initiative to explain, probably guessing the meaning.

[Thank you so much for taking care of me so late] Bibi gestures and mouths, Jaejoong is embarrassed.

"It's okay, we'll be a family from now on~" With beautiful big eyes, facing him at close range, Ren Na has been marveling at his facial features since he fell asleep.

That kind of beauty is almost not what a man should have, but he still has the original masculinity, "By the way, I made porridge if I'm hungry."

Shaking her head, she was taken aback by her so-called family, maybe the two of them had developed too much, Jae Zhong always felt something strange.

"Then can you do it by yourself?" Seeing him sitting up with the mattress propped up, Ren Na quickly put the slippers at the end of the bed at his feet.

After hooking up the slippers, I was not used to her enthusiasm, frowning, Jaejoong's head was a little heavy, 【You can go to rest if you can】

"Okay, then I'll go to rest first, good night."

Nodding his head, he watched her leave, smiling a little forcedly in Zaizhong, obviously women are very well-behaved, but he always has an indescribable sense of repulsion.

Is it because of his sexual orientation?Maybe.

Dragging his chilly body after the infusion, he put on a coat and closed the door and went downstairs.

The living room in the middle of the night was very quiet, accompanied by the autumn wind outside the window, imperceptibly adding a bit of loneliness, Yunho was not there, it was only him and her.

He went into the kitchen to serve the warm porridge that had been kept warm all night and returned to the living room, where he sank into the sofa and turned on the TV.

Whenever a person, he is used to this.

In addition to the news, the midnight TV is an evening movie. The screen jumps up and down, and finally freezes at a rebroadcast fashion show. Looking at the date, it should be this morning.

As a guest present, Chairman Shen of TOHO is also Changmin's father, sitting in the chief guest's seat as a sponsor, and beside him, Changmin sat there in a black and white simplified suit, blocking half of it. Eye.

The camera occasionally flashed his face, and he frowned, mostly listless, did he not like that press conference?

Looking at his appearance, I couldn't help but imagine the mournful look on his face when he was forced to go, Jaejoong, who had been ill all afternoon, had a rare smile.

After eating two mouthfuls of porridge, he remembered watching TV at noon and stuffed his phone under the sofa cushion, and hurriedly dug it out from under the cushion. While watching Changmin on TV, he couldn't help but send him a message.

Before Yunho was at home, I was afraid that he would be unhappy and hadn't contacted him all the time. I don't know how he is doing after such a long time.

[Boy, today's fashion show, why do you have a mournful expression on your face]

After a pause, he changed today to yesterday, checked the time, and thought that he should be asleep.

Unexpectedly, as soon as it was sent, the message came back.

【Yesterday was this morning】

【Uh, I thought you were asleep, it should be dawn when you see the news】

【Hehe, didn't you sleep too?What are you doing】

[Can't sleep, I'm watching TV, just saw your press conference. 】

【Oh, don't mention it, I don't really like that kind of occasion.And yesterday I didn't wake up from the hangover, and I was picked up before dawn and scolded. 】

【It's okay to be drunk, don't drink so much wine】

【I know, I just... miss you a little bit, and I can't even see you face to face】

【I will try to make Yunho accept us, sorry...】

[Ahaha, why say sorry, take your time and be fine.Jaejoong, I really miss you]

【Yes, me too】

[I feel much better after hearing you say that, by the way, let’s meet up in a few days, You Lechen in the city center

Playground

The hand that sent the message paused after this message, and edited: [but Yunho]... a few words, after thinking about it, I deleted it and re-sent another one.

Not seeing each other like this, he always feels that he owes Changmin, love is equal, no one should be more humble.

【So many people, how can I find you】

【Just wait for me under the Ferris wheel, I'll go find you】

【Well, that's settled】

【But, aren't you afraid that your brother will be unhappy】

【It's okay, he will understand, don't tell him for now】

【Okay, then go to bed early, it's late】

【Well, you too, good night】

【Good night—Changmin who only loves you】

After receiving the last text message, he smiled and put the phone lock screen into his coat pocket.

Continue to watch the press conference on TV, in fact, it is really not difficult to meet Changmin in the middle,

The only difficulty is that he didn't know what excuse to use to speak to Yunho...

playground accident

For a few days, whether it was long or not, the day agreed with Changmin soon arrived. That morning, Yunho and Inna had dinner together in Jaejoong, and the atmosphere was very quiet.

Not knowing how to speak, Jaejoong ate every mouthful, not wanting to lie, nor did he want Yunho to object.

Until Ren Na was really overwhelmed by the quiet atmosphere, "Well, Yunho, I'm going back this afternoon, Grandpa is urging me."

"Well, then I won't see you off. There is still something to do in the gang. I'll send someone over to see you off."

"No need, I'm going home to get something, and I'm going to report to the college soon. I just passed the tutor certificate exam and passed it today."

"Then I'll send you to the academy." Yunho has been busy helping out with the affairs in the past two days, and Yunho's spirit is not very good.

In addition, the film and television company has just been listed, as the behind-the-scenes boss, even if Mike is acting as the nominal chairman, he has to personally review many things.

"Well, okay." There was sweetness in the smile, even if it wasn't for picking up and dropping off in person, Ren Na was already very satisfied to be able to do this.

After a breakfast, she ate in a hurry and was in a hurry, and soon she got into Nichkhun's car and rushed to the college.

Naturally, Yunho also poured himself a glass of Blue Mountain to refresh himself after breakfast.

Knowing that he would leave after drinking through the strong aroma of coffee, Jaejoong had to take out a pen and paper to write down a series of words and pass them to him.

Seeing the miniature notebook suddenly pushed in front of him, he stopped drinking coffee, the words on it undoubtedly locked Yunhao's eyes.

[Yunho, I want to go to the playground today, alone, is that okay? 】

Pinch the ear of the cup tightly, and then take a sip.The coffee without milk is mellow but has a bitter taste, Yunho unexpectedly did not refuse, "There are many people there, be careful."

His pupils are round because he promised too fast, shouldn't he ask the reason or object?

This kind of promise made Jaejoong a little uncomfortable.

"I'm done drinking. I'm leaving first. Call me if you have anything to do." He took a sip of coffee and went to the door to change his shoes. He didn't look back to pay attention to his expression. Some things don't need to be explained, Yunho can guess to the reason.

He knows that to go to the playground, he's definitely not going alone, but so what, as long as he's having fun.

"Hey, Mike, what's the matter..." He took out the vibrating mobile phone and put it to his ear. He originally planned to tell him about the vacant president of the Jin Corporation, but now it seems that he has to put it aside first, "You hold them, Just do as I told you before, I'll go there in the afternoon..."

In the same place, watching him close the door while listening to the phone, Jae Joong inexplicably felt that there was pressure on him, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

What it was, he couldn't say.

I can only quickly put away the breakfast plate, change clothes and rush to the playground.

When we arrived at the playground in the city center, it was already after 9 o'clock.

At a glance, there were dense crowds of people of all shapes and sizes, and he couldn't see Changmin's shadow at all.

According to the agreement, we waited under the biggest Ferris wheel in the venue. The bright sunshine made him feel lazy. Jaejoong couldn't help stretching. It seemed that he really held back for too long.

All kinds of teenagers and children are playing happily in the playground, and the gloom that has been silent in the heart for a long time is joyful at that moment.

I can't help but think of how he and Yunho always liked to come to the playground when they were young, even if they had no money, they would still look at them like that.

But now they are all grown up and their personalities have changed. Yunho is not as lively as he was when he was a child, and he seldom knows how to play with these things.

Hearing the screams from the ferris wheel, his ears were almost callused, and someone slapped him on the back.