My wife has a cinnabar mole in her heart

The moment Qu Yue buried her face in Qi Yi's palm, Qi Yi's heart speeded up uncontrollably.The face in the palm of the hand is hot, soft and comfortable to the touch, and it is not at all different from the other person's usual cold appearance...

Qi Yi lowered his head and stared at the person curled up beside his legs, his eyes slowly sank.

Raising his hand to gently caress Qu Yue's face, Qu Yue became like a comforted kitten, moaning in satisfaction, sounding pitiful and cute.

Qi Yi sighed lightly.

Struggling, struggling, struggling again, and finally made up my mind not to hesitate anymore, quickly picked up Qu Yue and stepped into the bathtub, put cold water, and let's cool down together.

Qu Yue hugged Qi Yi's body tightly under the cold water, curled up in his arms and sobbed.

Qi Yi patted him on the back and finally helped Qu Yue survive the effects of the medicine, but he couldn't help but kissed Qu Yue's face.

The next day, when Qu Yue woke up, her throat was sore and dry.

Stretching out his hand to remove the cloth that blocked his view, the ceiling that came into view was an unfamiliar white covered with mottled gray spots.

Sit up and look around, it's not the hotel from yesterday.The wind that penetrates into the room carries the damp and musty smell in the room, and uses the flowing air to tell the embarrassment of the environment here.

He looked down at his clothes, the jacket and trousers were wrinkled, but they were intact.

So the person who killed Shang Huai last night and carried him away just wanted to take him to another place?

He couldn't see the appearance of that person, but only vaguely remembered that the other person's figure was quite familiar, so he shouldn't be a stranger.

Knowing that he was going to assassinate Shang Huai, and was kind enough to save him, Qu Yue couldn't think of a second option except to give some merciful Qi Shu occasionally.

Will it be him?

Thinking of this, Qu Yue's mouth curled into a mocking smile, what exactly was he dreaming and expecting?

Instead of guessing wildly, it is better to seek proof.

He stood up, came to the front desk of the small hotel and asked, "Who booked Room 102 yesterday?"

Sitting at the front desk on duty was a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup. Hearing the question, she didn't intend to take her eyes off her mobile phone screen: "It's a shift change, I don't know."

"Who was on duty last night, can you give me the contact information?" Qu Yue continued to ask.

The woman then reluctantly raised her eyes.

After meeting Qu Yue's face, she was stunned for a while, then the impatience on her face faded instantly, and she said with a warm smile: "It's useless to ask for her contact information, if you pay here, she will let you live, and don't keep customer information. If the handsome guy keeps me, I'm the store manager here, and I'll give you a [-]% discount on housing in the future."

"Is there monitoring? You pay the price." Qu Yue pretended that he didn't hear the last sentence. The environment here is not ordinary, and if he doesn't go through the formal process of staying in the hotel, he won't come back again.

"The equipment is too expensive, I didn't install it." The woman replied, "Handsome guy, how old are you this year? Are you in school?"

"Dropped out of school." Qu Yue answered.

"It's okay, you are like this, you are popular in everything you do." The woman smiled all over her face, and the thick eyeshadow on her eyes almost melted into her eyes, "It's not difficult to make money to support a family with a good face."

Qu Yue: "...Thank you."

"Being able to give birth to a son like you, I reckon your mother must not be ugly." The woman continued.

Qu Yue paused: "Yes, she is very beautiful."

Mother was a singer who was popular all over the country in the restricted area earlier, and her appearance was unparalleled in the world.

Dad looks handsome, he is a literati, he has a good relationship with his mother, they appreciate each other, and they are as good as each other.

It's a pity that some dignitaries coveted their mother's beauty and failed to plunder her mother, so they killed the father who wanted to protect his mother, and forcibly tore up his original complete and warm family.

In this accident, Qu Yue was thrown into the killer organization with ulterior motives.

In fact, he also thought about how a child without any talent who failed the physical fitness test was so easily screened out and became the training object of the organization.

Later he found out.

No one has ever treated him as a real killer, so naturally there is no requirement for him to be a killer.

All the bosses who have touched his face and pinched his waist are waiting for him to grow up and become a real shared organizational plaything.

Fortunately, he was taken away by Qi Shu.

But that didn't change his fate either.

Although I don't know why I hate everything in this world, but I still insist on living.

Probably because people are contradictory.

On the one hand, he has no hope, on the other hand, he is persistently waiting for a redemption that will never come, waiting for a chance to climb out of the abyss.

Unable to get the information she wanted to know, Qu Yue said goodbye to the woman, saying nothing but accepting the other party's contact information.

He walked out of the hotel, tilted his head and glanced at the sign marked with English letters to identify his direction, then stretched out his hand to hail a car, and went home.

After arriving home, Qu Yue was about to take out the key to open the door, but the door was opened from the inside first.

"Brother." Qi Yi poked his head out of the door, showing him a pure and lovely smile.

"Didn't I tell you not to open the door carelessly?" Qu Yue stepped into the room, and when she saw the two breakfasts prepared on the table, her eyelids jumped involuntarily.

"I used this hole to see that it was my brother." Qi Yi pointed to the cat's eyes and said.

"Did you hear my footsteps?"

Qi Yi: "No, I have been lying by the door waiting for my brother."

"..." Qu Yue turned her head and glanced at Qi Yi, then slowly lowered her eyes.After a long silence, he said, "Thank you."

"I promised my brother that I will wait for my brother to come back." Qi Yi smiled and rolled his eyes.

Qu Yue's mouth slowly showed a very shallow smile, which had nothing to do with any pretense: "Well, you did it."

"Hey." Qi Yi blinked shyly when he was praised.

Then he ran to Qu Yue and asked curiously, "Brother, have you had breakfast yet?"

"No."

"Great, brother, sit down." Qi Yi happily opened the chair for Qu Yue, and bent down to pat the chair, "Here."

Qu Yue sat down: "Did you divide the sugar and salt?"

"Hmm..." Qi Yi thought for a while, then nodded hesitantly.

Qu Yue picked up a noodle with chopsticks and put it in her mouth.After tasting, he raised his eyes in surprise: "You divided the sugar and salt."

"Huh?" Qi Yi didn't seem to understand what he said.

"Yesterday morning the noodles were sweet, but today they are salty." Qu Yue patiently explained.

"Brother wait." Qi Yi suddenly turned around and ran to the kitchen, bringing out two small jars.

One has salt on it and one has sugar on it.

Qi Yi put the small jar with salt on it on the table: "Brother, what do you see in it?"

"Inside..." Qu Yue looked down and said in surprise, "It's sugar..."

Qi Yi smiled triumphantly: "I was scared to death, I thought I had misremembered what my mother taught me."

Qu Yue looked up at Qi Yi, with an embarrassed smile on the corner of her mouth: "It turns out that I accidentally put the sugar and salt in reverse."

"It's okay, I don't blame my brother." Qi Yi replied seriously, "It's just that I didn't pay attention to it last morning, so I added sugar to my brother's noodles. My brother also ate up such a bad thing. I feel very sorry for my brother. .”

"It's not bad." Qu Yue looked at Qi Yi's eyes drooping because of sadness, although his tone was neither hot nor cold, neither light nor serious, but he was really comforting Qi Yi from the bottom of his heart.

Qi Yi focused on the content of Qu Yue's speech, he scratched his head shyly, his face glowed a lovely pink.

"Are you bored at home alone?" Qu Yue took the small jar from Qi Yi's hand and put it on the table, "I can't always be with you."

"Boring." Qi Yi nodded honestly, "The happiest thing every day is hearing the sound of my brother unlocking from outside."

"Then I'll go out and buy you some toys later." Qu Yue said, "Is there anything you want in particular?"

"Yes!" Qi Yi nodded desperately, "I want a gun."

Qu Yue: "?"

"My brother is so handsome when he holds the gun." Qi Yi compared the gun with his hand, pointed at a place in front of him, and then dubbed biu himself, "I want to learn from my brother."

"Even if I hold a gun to your forehead, you still think it looks good? Aren't you afraid..." Qu Yue only held a gun in front of Qi Yi once, the first time we met.

"I'm afraid, because my brother's acting looks like it." Qi Yi stopped making gestures, he sat opposite Qu Yue, and after pulling two mouthfuls of noodles into his mouth, he continued, "But I'm not afraid, because I know that my brother is playing games with me. "

Qu Yue: "..."

Qi Yi took two mouthfuls of noodles, his cheeks were bulging, and he slurred his speech: "When my brother took the gun, it felt like... well, like sugar and salt melted in water."

He quickly chewed a few mouthfuls of food and swallowed it, while desperately trying to think of modifiers in his mind: "I don't know how to say it... What is it called? Why is it? Strange, I have read it in a fairy tale book... ...Ah! I remembered, the two became one! The elder brother is the gun, and the gun is the elder brother."

Like the most dangerous and charming weapon hidden in the dark night, it is so beautiful that no one can refuse it, but they dare not get too close.

Hearing this, Qu Yue's hand hanging by her side clenched into a fist instantly, trembling slightly visible to the naked eye.

He lowered his head pretending to cover up, picked up the chopsticks and tasted the noodles, but his eyes were still red.

It's not that he deliberately wanted to lose control like this, it's just that he has worked hard to practice guns for so many years, and he has never heard anyone affirm his ability.

This little fool was the first to praise him...

Qi Yi looked at the silent Qu Yue in front of him, and suddenly felt that he had said something wrong: "Brother?"

"Nothing." Qu Yue answered quickly, shaking her head, "My name is Qu Yue."

Qi Yi was taken aback by the two sentences that had no connection at all.

"I mean, you don't need to call me brother in the future." Qu Yue replied with an imperceptible tremor in her voice.

Qi Yi was silent for a while, then nodded: "Okay, Yueyue."