Reason is still chaotic

Shen Jialiwan didn't expect Shen Zijing to come, so he couldn't help being dumbfounded for a moment.After the handyman closed the door and left, Shen Zijing walked to the desk, and as expected, he put a large post with a red background and gold stamping on the desk.

Then he turned to face Shen Jiali, and said in a flat voice: "Postpost from our military seat, he talked with you on the phone yesterday."

Shen Jiali stared at his face, nodded expressionlessly and replied: "Yes, I know."

The room was silent for a moment, but Shen Zijing did not leave immediately.

If he didn't leave, Shen Jiali would not take the initiative to approach and chat.As the two of them stood in such a stalemate, the air seemed to freeze, making it so heavy that people couldn't breathe.In a year's time, both sides have changed. They were already at odds before, but now they have become enemies.In fact, although Shen Jiali couldn't let go of the house on the first street that was destroyed by the fire, but at the same time, he couldn't see Shen Zijing going to be Nie Renxiong's slave.

But he is still silent, because he knows that the relationship between the two is irreparable.If you have to be cheeky and stick it up, it doesn't make any sense.

Shen Jiali looked away in disappointment and indifferently, intending to say something to see the guest off; but at this moment, Shen Zijing suddenly walked up to him, then grabbed his neckline, and dragged him to the corner of the wall to hold him down.Shen Jiali was taken aback, thinking that he was going to strangle him to death, but before he could yell out, Shen Zijing lifted his robe and touched his belt.

He understood in an instant, but there was a wave of anger in his heart, and all kinds of reluctance came out of thin air.The window was wide open, people were coming and going downstairs outside the door, eyes and ears were everywhere, he didn't dare to make a sound, he could only grit his teeth and struggled under Shen Zijing's pressure.Shen Zijing was already tall and strong, but after not seeing him for a year, his strength grew stronger. He grabbed his neck and pressed him to the ground, forcing him to stick up his buttocks and put himself in a kneeling position.

Pushing it in hard, Shen Jiali's whole body twitched and let out after a few rounds of going in and out.

Shen Zijing knew that he was cheap, almost a eccentric, the more he was trampled on the bed, the more excited he became.Occasionally begging for mercy, but don't worry about him, just let your temper go to death.Such a vicious bitch is not worthy of pity.

He pulled out and took off Shen Jiali's pants, shoes and socks completely. He pulled the other person to lie on his back, raised his legs and pressed down hard.Shen Jiali stared at him with wide-open eyes, one trembling hand was about to grab the hem of his shirt, but he grabbed his wrist viciously and flung it away.The two bodies combined freely and easily, he knew that Shen Jiali had not been idle this year.

He knew Shen Jiali's body well. He remembered that the two uncles and nephews had a cold war for some reason, and they didn't share the same bed for three months. After reconciling, he was dragged to the bed by Shen Jiali. Shen Jiali was so tight that time, a virgin. Usually, he even made a little blood.

Shen Zijing did it very happily.

He became an "adult" under the coercion and temptation of Shen Jiali. He hated Shen Jiali so much, but for so many years, from youth to youth, only Shen Jiali was with him.He was so familiar and used to that body that during the two years when he was truly free, he could no longer get satisfaction from other women.

Colleagues go to the brothel, he also goes, he has a good girl, and sometimes he plays crazy, but there is always something wrong.The path of life has gone wrong, he knows he has gone astray, and in some ways there is no way to correct it.

Of course, this is all Shen Jiali's fault - he is perverted himself, and he has to drag others to accompany him, and he is still his own nephew.

After the matter was over, Shen Zijing let go of Shen Jiali and wanted to get up, but Shen Jiali suddenly threw himself forward and hugged him tightly.

"Zijing..." He was hurt by Shen Zijing's aura, and his voice was almost hoarse: "Come back... come back..."

Shen Zijing kept a straight face, trying to push him away.

Shen Jiali refused to let go, and was so anxious that he was incoherent: "You don't need to wait on Nie Renxiong anymore. When you come back, I will definitely treat you well this time. If you want to be an official, I will help you exercise..." He raised his head, and several times Looked into the other's eyes pleadingly: "I won't treat you badly again, the relationship of so many years...I love you..."

Shen Zijing stared at him for a moment, and finally didn't move any more, just said softly: "Danyun is dead, in Qingdao, jumping into the sea."

As soon as these words came out, Shen Jiali's heart suddenly turned cold - of course it wasn't because of his love for Danyun.

But Shen Zijing pushed him away forcefully, got up and tied up his trousers, and tugged at the hem of his military uniform.When he reached the door and opened the door, he left without looking back.

Seeing that the door was locked, Shen Jiali curled up in the corner, panting slowly.

Shen Zijing had been in the army for two years, and he seemed to be tainted with murderous aura.In fact, Duan Zhicheng was not a fuel-efficient lamp on the bed, but he was in pain and happy. Although he made many gestures that he couldn't help, he didn't care much in his heart; but this time it was different. Shen Zijing was full of malice and really hurt him. .

Danyun died, he knew that Shen Zijing must have hated himself this time, so hated him, he still wanted to do it secretly, and he did it like a wolf like a tiger.This made him hug his arm and smile coolly, knowing that he had branded his mark on the soul of the other party.

Shen Jiali got up and tidied up his clothes.

The conditions in the office did not allow him to clean his body.He sat solemnly behind the desk, his buttocks were warm and sticky - Shen Zijing seemed to be holding it back for a long time, but this time it really filled him up firmly.If he stood up now, the fluid would probably run down his legs.In summer, the thin trousers will definitely be soaked, but fortunately he is dressed in a robe.

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and he replied loudly from his seat: "Come in!"

The chief of the secret service department walked in with a smile and presented him with a document with both hands.He was still in a daze, knowing that the section chief was reporting to him at length, but his mind was so muddled that he couldn't pay attention to that report.He glanced through the document as if nothing had happened, and he understood that there was an undoubted anti-Japanese element in the secret service department.

Shen Jiali took out a pen from the pen holder, unscrewed the cap, and signed at the end of the document.The last stroke was raised, and he knew that a life was gone.

After handing the document back to the section chief, he lowered his head and tightened the cap of his pen, asking him a few more gossips.After the section chief left, he also went home.

Went home to change clothes.

Shen Jiali went home to change clothes, but during the time on the road, he missed a call from Duan Muren.

He didn't know anything about it. After changing his clothes, he felt unwell and very tired, so he planned to rest at home for a day so that he could go to Nie Renxiong's banquet in the evening.The weather was hot, so he set up a recliner under the newly built pergola in the courtyard. After lying on his back, he felt his muscles and bones stretched, which was very comfortable; Then fell asleep.

I don't know how long after that, he woke up slowly, and dimly saw a face similar to Duan Zhicheng hanging in front of him, thinking that he was dreaming, so he stared at that face, while raising his arms and twisting his body, vividly He stretched his waist, and let out a lazily "hum--" in his nose.

After stretching, he was completely awake, and his vision became clear—he was so shocked that he almost fell to the ground: "Uncle, uncle?"

Duan Muren was wearing light gray chiffon underwear, sitting on a small bench next to the reclining chair, holding a cattail fan in one hand, and staring at Shen Jiali.Seeing that the other party was fully awake this time, he waved the cattail fan again, and asked without anger: "Jiali, why are you acting like Zhicheng, and started to be lazy?"

Shen Jiali sat upright like a carp, and stretched his legs in a panic to look for shoes, but couldn't find them for a while, and couldn't get on the ground. He was very embarrassed: "Uncle, I... I'm so rude."

Duan Muren bent down, took out a pair of slippers from under the recliner and threw them on the ground: "There's no need to talk about the etiquette, I have something practical to come to you!"

Shen Jiali finally got the slippers, but at the same time found that he was not wearing socks.Sitting awkwardly on the edge of the recliner, he blushed and nodded: "Uncle, please tell me."

Duan Muren vigorously shook the cattail fan, paused for a moment, and then said nonchalantly: "Since you came to Beiping, why are you still sober? You have done a good job in the Secretariat and the Foreign Affairs Office, Inaba The general also admires you very much, why did you become timid when you entered the police station? Could it be that the people below did not obey?"

Shen Jiali put his hands on his knees, smiled wryly and was speechless.He refused to say that he was incompetent, for fear of losing this good job; it would be even worse if he had to bite the bullet and make excuses.Besides, the person in front of him is Duan Muren, he has always been a little afraid of this uncle, maybe he was influenced by Duan Zhicheng.

Duan Muren stared at his face for a long time, and then asked: "Are you sick? From your face, it looks like you have a fever!"

Shen Jiali knew that he was just blushing in embarrassment, but immediately replied: "The weather is too hot recently, and my health is not very good."

Duan Muren reached out and touched his forehead, then his own, but he didn't feel a big difference.However, Shen Jiali had a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, and his face was indeed like a tomato, so he didn't go any further, and instead talked about ways to prevent heatstroke and keep healthy, and the servants also brought iced Biluochun just in time.

Shen Jiali drank a few cups of refreshing tea and gradually calmed down.

The calmer he was, the more he felt that Duan Muren was horrifying, as if he might erupt at any moment.When he was in middle school, he knew that Duan Zhicheng's father was very powerful. He beat his son like a house thief. His strength was stronger than that of a blacksmith. He once slapped a table to pieces. Of course, the table was also rickety.In the past, he and this uncle had a long distance, but that's all right; now that they are close, the more he observes Duan Muren, the more frightened he feels.

Duan Muren was chatting and laughing at the moment, he talked about the ways of profiting from being an official, he talked about it in an orderly manner, and he talked with relish; he also talked about the affairs of the secret service department, and when he talked about the details of arresting people and killing people, his words were full of flesh and blood, and he still talked with relish.Shen Jiali smiled and listened, flashing several Hollywood thrillers in his mind, and finally commented on Duan Muren: "Killer."

The murderous maniac was probably very lonely in his heart. He was over 50 years old and had no one close to him. Seeing that Shen Jiali seemed to be very interested in his own topic, he spoke freely and out of control.After lunch, he left. Before leaving, he waved his cattail fan to Shen Jiali: "Jiali, see you tonight."

Shen Jiali knew that he would also attend Nie Renxiong's dinner that night, so he agreed with a smile, and walked all the way to the gate, watching him get into the car: "Uncle, go slowly."

Duan Muren waved his cattail fan again: "Okay, you go back, cheer up, see you tonight."

Shen Jiali watched Duan Muren's car leave, then turned back to the hospital.As soon as he entered the courtyard, he leaned on the wall and vomited.

Eating at the same table with Duan Muren, he couldn't digest it.