The supporting role of rebirth is brutal [strong]

At the same time, the body sank completely, and the two bodies were tightly pressed together. The hot skin touch made both of them sigh comfortably, especially the sensitive breasts were tightly pressed together, which was almost unbearable.

Song Chu couldn't help panting, and stretched out his arms to hug Lu Shixuan's neck.Lu Shixuan clasped his lower back, thrusting his whole body to imitate handshake, Song Chu breathed heavily suddenly, frowned and moved like Lu Shixuan.

Lu Shixuan's heart trembled, he cursed in a low voice, spread his legs apart, squeezed some more lubricant and reached over, then lowered his waist and inserted in.

Although it was lubricated, it was still too tight. Lu Shixuan touched his buttocks, and thrust his buttocks in.Song Chu immediately gasped in shock, the giant almost forced all the blood out of his body, and he shivered and rubbed back.

The warm and firm touch made Lu Shixuan feel so comfortable that he could get out of his body almost immediately. Song Chu's movement almost killed him. He grabbed Song Chu's waist and pulled him back, and said in a low and hoarse voice unbearably, " Stop moving!"

Lu Shixuan controlled his waist and pulled it out a little bit, and rubbed against that position. After a while, Song Chu felt that there was an itchy feeling there, which was almost unbearable.

Sensing his change, Lu Shixuan slowly moved his kua and pumped|thrusted, while kissing his lips, and caressing the protrusion on his chest with his fingers.

All the sensitive points of Song Chu's body were controlled by him, and he couldn't help stretching out his hand to relieve himself, but Lu Shixuan's hand touched his bottom first, Song Chu gasped in confusion, the ecstasy of pleasure made him confused .

Lu Shixuan kept jerking, while stroking his lower body with one hand. After a while, Song Chu reached the critical edge, panting to come out, but Lu Shixuan didn't make things difficult for him, and speeded up his movements.

Song Chu hugged his broad shoulders, and cried hoarsely at the moment when he broke out, "Brother Shixuan!"

Lu Shixuan's heart skipped a beat, and he could hardly hold himself in for a moment, panting and kissed him roughly on the mouth, his lower body twitched violently like crazy.

Song Chu's whole body seemed to be falling apart, floating and sinking in the sea of ​​desire.

Lu Shixuan's desire came violently, and he changed several positions over and over again. Although Song Chu also longed for him, he couldn't stand it even after such a toss, and almost passed out in the end.

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☆, cemetery

When Lu Shixuan finally stopped, Song Chu almost lost consciousness, only his breathing was extremely heavy.Lu Shixuan carried him to the bathroom to wash, during which Song Chu hugged his shoulders in a daze, his body was limp, and he had no strength to move at all.

After washing, Lu Shixuan carried him back to the bed, covered him with a thin quilt, and leaned against the bedside with the light on to smoke.

Song Chu's eyes were tightly closed, his long eyelashes were obediently attached, casting a small fan-shaped shadow, his nose was straight, and his rosy lips were tightly pursed.The facial features are as perfect as sculptures.

Lu Shixuan flicked the cigarette ash and looked down at him.

If you look closely, his current face is actually very similar to the dead Song Chu, and his body is almost as if carved out of the same mold, but there are some differences in details.But Song Chu only noticed the difference in details, so he didn't notice how similar the whole is.

Lu Shixuan took a deep breath of the cigarette, blew out the smoke slowly, lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand to caress his face, his fingers slid on his face, all kinds of emotions surged in his lowered eyes, and he almost trembled when he retracted his fingers.

After Song Chu fell asleep that night, Lu Shixuan smoked four cigarettes in a row before turning off the light and going to sleep.

After Lu Shixuan lay down, he stretched out his hand and pulled Song Chu into his arms, and the two hugged and slept like a couple in love.Song Chu's face was pressed against his chest, and he seemed to smell an inexplicably familiar but unfamiliar breath at the end of his nose, and then he reached out and hugged his waist, finally feeling relieved.

After dinner the next morning, Song Chu sorted out the materials from Zhang Jichuan in the small study about those people in Xu Lin's circle.

Lu Shixuan tested the gun in the side room, and went to inspect the training base of the Hunting Team before noon.

When Song Chu woke up in the morning, Lu Shixuan had already gone downstairs, and when he went downstairs to have breakfast, Lu Shixuan went to the side room again, and the two of them didn't even see each other.

In the afternoon, Lu Shixuan came back from the training base and asked the maid to call Song Chu to the study.

Song Chu went downstairs to the study and knocked on the door to enter. Lu Shixuan got up and walked over, and handed him the information, "This is the information of the training base."

Song Chu took it and flipped it casually, Lu Shixuan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed casually, and asked in a low voice after a while, "Do you remember what happened last night?"

Song Chu was taken aback for a moment, then he began to feel hot all over, pursed his lips and hummed, "...remember."

Lu Shixuan's eyes became darker and darker, "Then do you still remember what you called me?"

Song Chu looked up at him suddenly as if startled, he seemed to have called him last night. ． ．Brother Shixuan. ． ．

He called Lu Shixuan like this in his previous life. When he was young, he called him out of politeness, but after he was 15 years old, it was completely emotional.

He tried his best to restrain his emotions and force himself to calm down. At this time, he must not panic. Lu Shixuan is an atheist. It is impossible for him to start to suspect that two people are actually one soul just because of this title. He will not think about it at all.

And he absolutely can't tell Lu Shixuan about this matter, telling such nonsense, Lu Shixuan will only suspect that he has other conspiracy, and then completely isolate him, and never get close to him again.

Song Chu pursed his lips and hummed calmly.

Lu Shixuan frowned slightly and lit a cigarette, fixedly stared at him with deep and dark eyes, and asked, "Why do you call me that?"

Song Chu paused for a moment, then said calmly, "Called casually." Lu Shixuan stared at him, stood up and stood in front of him after a while, stroked his cheek with his fingers holding a cigarette, and let the cigarette butt burn to emit white mist .

Song Chu raised his eyes to look at him, the man in front of him was still exercising fiercely on him last night, and the sexy look of this face flooded by lust last night appeared in his mind involuntarily, and his body began to become unnatural.

Lu Shixuan clasped his back and turned around to press him on the desk, and conveniently put the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

Song Chu leaned against the edge of the table with his buttocks, still holding the materials in his hand, propped his palms down on the table, and looked up at him.Lu Shixuan rubbed his side waist with his hand, and asked in a low voice, "Are you still uncomfortable?"

"No." Song Chu's heart was beating violently, but fortunately, it seems that Lu Shixuan didn't get too obsessed with that title issue, and also, he was just an insignificant figure to Lu Shixuan in his previous life. Just forget this title, besides, maybe the juniors call him that.

"I will go to City S with Zhang Ji later, and we will stay there for a few days." Lu Shixuan stroked his cheek and said in a deep voice, "Call me if you need anything."

"it is good."

Lu Shixuan let go of him, walked around behind the desk, "Go out."

Before dinner that day, Lu Shixuan and Zhang Ji left for City S, and Song Chu stayed in the small study to read the materials, and the two didn't say goodbye.After a while, Song Chu opened the window and looked out the window.

At this time, the sunset had not yet completely set, and the entire forest was bathed in orange twilight, with no end in sight, and even the cold iron courtyard wall seemed to have softened.

The maid knocked on the door and asked him to come down to eat.

Song Chu answered the door and said, "I'm not going to eat dinner, I'm going to get ready for the car."

The maid said she got it, turned around and went downstairs.

After the car was ready, Song Chu went downstairs, and there was a big man who looked like a bodyguard standing at the door of the living room. The maid explained, "Mr. Lu told you to bring a bodyguard with you when you go out, otherwise it's not safe."

Song Chu's face was stern, and he walked past the bodyguard without answering.

The bodyguard drove, and Song Chu sat in the back seat, "Go to Jingyuan Cemetery."

The twilight is falling, the woods are quiet, it seems that the sound of falling leaves can be heard, the car shuttles on the forest road like a ghost, the sun gradually hides behind the mountains, and slowly fades away, the skyline is a deep dark blue , the villa behind is hidden behind the woods, like a dream that doesn't exist at all.

The car drove for two full hours on the road before arriving at the foot of the Jingyuan cemetery mountain. Chu opens the door.

Song Chu got out of the car, his face still grim, and ordered, "I'm going to visit a friend, just wait here."

The bodyguard replied yes, and stopped where he was.

Song Chu raised his legs and walked into the cemetery with a calm expression. After the sun went down, the sky seemed to turn dark all of a sudden.

For the peace of the owner of the tomb, only a few street lights were installed in the cemetery, and it was quite dim.With one hand in his pocket, Song Chu deftly walked around several bends, and finally stopped in front of an inconspicuous tombstone.

The tombstone in front of me is the joint burial tomb of Song's father and Song's mother. On the left and right sides are Song Chu's brother and sister, and on the right is Song Chu's tombstone.

There are no fresh bouquets in front of the four tombstones, which looks very bleak compared to other people's tombstones next to them.

Song Chu gazed at the tombstone of Song's father and Song's mother. The inscription reads: Song Quan and Yang Qing were formerly senior doctors and doctoral supervisors of the National Institute of Biochemistry. They made great contributions to the country's scientific development during their lifetime. Both won the XX Award. On the evening of May 2003, 5, an accidental explosion occurred in the research institute where Song Yang worked, killing both his wife and his wife.Song Yang and his wife were deeply affectionate, so they were buried together after death to comfort their spirits in heaven.

This inscription has almost been engraved in Song Chu's heart. He raised his legs and stood in front of his tombstone. The photo on the tombstone is a work photo of him wearing a white coat when he was working in the research institute, and he still pursed his lips without smiling. , with a cold face, his eyes seem to be looking at the camera or at the void in the air.

Song Chu felt sore, deliberately avoided the inscription, and glanced away, but suddenly saw a corner of his clothes that quickly disappeared around the corner.

Song Chu's heart skipped a beat, and after a moment of silence, he raised his foot and chased after him.

The cemetery in the twilight looked even more strange under the dim light of the street lamps. The tombstones looked like hideous mouths that opened quietly. Song Chu calmly shuttled between the tombstones, but was always surrounded by rows of people. Trees blocked his view, and when he turned the corner, he stopped suddenly, held his breath, and there seemed to be footsteps around him, moving lightly but quickly towards the entrance of the cemetery.

Song Chu turned around and walked out quickly along the way he came. The street lamp sizzled, and after a while, one suddenly went out. Song Chu touched the gun and looked around defensively.

There was no movement.

He quickened his pace and left the cemetery.

The bodyguard stood at the front of the car in almost the same posture as when Song Chu left. Song Chu asked calmly, "Did anyone come out of the cemetery just now?"

"No." The bodyguard opened the car door for Song Chu.

Song Chu sat in with a tense face. If no one came out, it meant that there was something wrong. If it was an ordinary grave sweeper, there was no need to cover up like this, unless there were other purposes.

Except that there is no parking place near the entrance of the cemetery, it seems that the person can only walk down the mountain if he wants to go down the mountain. If the person has already gone out, he must know that he will not be faster than Song Chu, and will hide in the forest first, waiting for Song Chu's car to leave Come out again.

There was a small restaurant at the foot of the mountain, Song Chu asked the bodyguards to drive to another place first, stayed behind and ordered a drink, leaned against the hidden place by the door, and waited.

Half an hour later, a young man in a hurry came down from the mountain. His clothes seemed to be scratched by branches. He had just finished talking on the phone and was putting his phone back into his trouser pocket.

The young man entered the restaurant and lay down on the counter and shouted, Boss!Let's serve fish-flavored shredded pork fried noodles!

The boss inside said yes, and the young man was about to turn around and find a place to sit. Song Chu quickly moved over, put his hand on his shoulder, and smiled, "Come out with me."

The young man felt something hard against his waist, looked down cautiously, and saw that it was the black barrel of the gun. He broke out in a cold sweat and nodded tremblingly.

Song Chu dragged the young man to the edge of a bush next to the restaurant, and kicked him fiercely in the back. The young man rolled to the ground with a howl. Song Chu picked him up and pressed him against the wall, pointing the gun at him temples, with cold eyes, "Who sent you here?"

The young man shook his head trembling.

Song Chu hit him hard on the head with the butt of the gun, and said in a cold tone, "Want to die?"

The young man was almost crying, "I really don't know... I don't know, someone gave me an errand, asked me... asked me to guard in the cemetery...someone came...just ...just report to him..."

Looking at him like this, at most he is a street gangster. Song Chu sneered in his heart. It seems that the other party is really smart. There are many and mixed street gangsters. Just kill them. Such people exist just like beggars on the street. If one or two disappear, no one will notice.

And it seems that he has been guarding this cemetery for several days, and he will come to this small restaurant to eat every meal. He has no idea how serious what he is doing. There is Song Chu waiting for him behind.

"You want to guard the Song family's cemetery?" Song Chu asked calmly.

The young man nodded tremblingly, "I've told you everything I know...you...don't kill me...don't..."

Song Chu tore off his shirt with a stab, quickly tied his wrists, raised his hand and slashed at his neck, and finally took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and dialed the number he just dialed. Bang Tong threw the fainted person on the ground. Not surprisingly, the number had become empty.

He threw away his mobile phone and turned to walk towards the side of the road. His steps were steady, and his shiny leather shoes looked particularly dazzling under the light from the small restaurant. After 1 minute, the bodyguard drove back, and Song Chu got in the car and left.

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☆, weird dream

It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening when the car arrived at the foot of the villa mountain.This mountain is a very unknown hillside. Few people know that there is a villa on this mountain. One of the reasons why Lu Shixuan chose to live here was also because of the secretive nature of his work.

There was a faint blue light in the woods late at night, and the silence was almost abnormal, as if all life had been wiped out, only the slight sound of the car engine echoing on the deep road.

Song Chu leaned on the back seat of the car and rubbed his temples a little tiredly.

He's been watched.

It really doesn't make sense, it is supposed that Song Chu is already dead, and the Song family has been completely wiped out, yet the other party is still not at ease, and even sent someone to guard the cemetery?

The other party's obsession with the Song family is too deep, and Song Chu can almost imagine the scene where the other party sleeps and eats all day and all night because of the Song family.

No matter what, now that Song Chu has alarmed the enemy, the other party must have raised their vigilance and started to take precautions. However, no matter how powerful they are, it is impossible to know that the soul of this body is Song Chu who was killed by a car explosion a few days ago.

And this body was adopted by the Shen family, and its upbringing experience can be described as impeccable. The most likely thought of the other party is that this body is a friend of someone from the Song family.

The bodyguard in front saw his frowning through the rearview mirror, and asked a little worriedly, "Mr. Song, are you okay? Are you uncomfortable?"

Song Chu still frowned and thought hard, before replying after a few seconds, "I'm fine."

The bodyguard glanced at him through the rearview mirror, and said after a pause, "Mr. Lu told us to take good care of you. If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell us."

Song Chu looked out the window, still searching for information in his mind, but did not answer.

×

Lu Shixuan's suite in a hotel in S city.

Lu Shixuan was sitting on the sofa reading documents, Zhang Ji entered the room with a wine glass in his hand, sat down on the swivel chair, shook the wine glass and said with a smile, "Here comes the news that Song Chu went to the Jingyuan cemetery."

Lu Shixuan paused, then threw the documents aside, frowned slightly and lit a cigarette, his eyes darkened, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Ji looked at the night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window through the wine glass, and said casually, "He didn't let the bodyguards in, saying he was visiting a friend."

A cold light flashed in Lu Shixuan's eyes, he took a deep breath of the cigarette, squinted slightly and stared at a certain point in the air through the curling smoke, as if staring at Song Chu's face across thousands of rivers and mountains.

×

A villa in a mountain village in Country Y.

A middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa in the study, domineering, aloof and murderous.

A man who looked like a subordinate lowered his head slightly, with his middle finger clinging to the seam of his trousers, "There is news from the country that someone has gone to the Song family's cemetery."

The middle-aged man's expression was meaningful, as expected, "It's finally here." He took a sip of tea casually, "Do you have any information about that person?"

"nothing now."

The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth curled up, and he sneered, "It seems that it's time to go back."

The subordinates still bowed their heads respectfully.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes, his voice was so cold that it almost turned into ice, "Order to go down and prepare to return home."

The subordinates led out.

×

It was already midnight when we returned to the villa. Song Chu took a shower, then looked through the materials Lu Shixuan gave him, and it was three o'clock in the morning when he finally returned to bed.

There is a wonderful saying that three o'clock in the middle of the night is the time when strange changes occur in human body functions, and things that seem impossible on weekdays are possible at this moment.

For example, I suddenly remembered the scene when I was one year old, or saw the situation in the previous life, or met the dead relatives, or could contact aliens.

Lu Shixuan next door was not there, and the already empty villa seemed even more lonely tonight. In addition, the entire hillside was deserted, so this moment was a bit deserted.

There was no moonlight outside the window, and the room was pitch black. Song Chu closed his eyes, and the thick blackness pressed towards him like a mountain, making it hard to breathe.

He suddenly appeared at the stairs on the first floor, the surrounding was eerily quiet, and the floor was as shiny as wax.

He looked around and saw that the villa was dead silent as if no one had lived in it for a long time. It was bright outside the window, but the inside was as dark as if covered with a layer of black veil. The ceiling was so low that it was almost suffocating. It looks cold, and even breathing is lonely.

He tried to lift his feet to move forward, and the footsteps echoed lightly in the room, as if they had hit the wall and were bounced back, and then bounced off by the wall here, making the eardrums swell and hurt with the tinkling noise.

He involuntarily walked towards the long and thin corridor, which seemed to be squeezed on purpose. There were dense abstract paintings hanging on the walls on both sides, which was creepy to see. He suddenly looked up and saw what seemed to be a His heart skipped a beat when there was something weird, and he was about to take a closer look, but it was blocked by the grid, so he couldn't see it clearly.

He anxiously quickened his pace and wanted to go over to get a better look, but suddenly he stepped on the ground and his body fell straight down.

Song Chu gasped for breath and opened his eyes suddenly, his face was pale with cold sweat on his temples and forehead.

He got up and took a gulp of the cold water beside the bed, his breathing gradually calmed down, his wet temples stuck to his face, against the bright eyes, he looked even more ominous in the dark night.

His fingers trembled a little, and he covered his eyes with one hand and fumbled to put the cup back on the table. With a shake of his hand, the cup suddenly fell, and fell on the carpet with a muffled sound, and then rolled out along the carpet until it touched the wall. just stopped.

Song Chu lifted the quilt and got out of bed to go to the bathroom to wash his face.

Cold water splashed on his face, mixed with cold sweat, Song Chu held his breath and flicked again a few times, then raised his head to look in the mirror but saw that his face was pale and his eyes were blood red like a ghost.

He went to stand on the balcony for a while to blow the cold wind, and then he regained his ability to think a little.

The villa that appeared in the dream just now should be the one Song Chu is in now, no matter the shape of the windows, the color of the floor, the shape of the corridor, or the position of the latticework are all exactly the same.

Wait a minute, there seems to be no abstract paintings on the walls of the corridor in this villa.

Or did Song Chu not pay attention?

Song Chu closed his eyes and patted his head hard, no, I can't remember anything now, it's as if my ability to think has been forcibly taken away, almost like a puppet.

He pulled the thin quilt to his waist, leaned against the head of the bed and closed his eyes. His pajamas were messy, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin, his hair was messed up by the cold wind, and his fingertips were trembling slightly. He who was usually rigorous and restrained would be caught by a nightmare. It's such a mess.

After a moment of silence, his brain still couldn't think at all. He touched the phone and slid open the screen to see that it was only [-]:[-] in the evening.

After reading the time, sleepiness suddenly struck, Song Chu put the phone back on the table with almost the last sliver of sanity, and then fell back on the bed as if drugged, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

The maid saw that he came back really late last night, so she didn't come to wake him up in the morning, and it was already eight o'clock in the morning when he woke up naturally.

He took a shower and went downstairs in his pajamas. His head hurt as if he had been hit hard by a blunt object. He seemed to have dreamed of something terrible last night, but now he couldn't remember it at all, and he couldn't even grasp the tail.

Shen Yan was playing games on the sofa on the first floor, and when he heard his voice coming downstairs, he rushed over immediately, smiling broadly, "Song Chu, you're awake."

Song Chu frowned slightly and hummed, his voice still a little hoarse. He sat on the sofa and took a sip of coffee.

The maid came over immediately when she saw him going downstairs, "Mr. Song, breakfast is ready."

Song Chu put down his coffee cup and got up, Shen Yan rushed over immediately, "I haven't had breakfast yet, I want to eat with you!"

Putting her hands on her belly, the maid replied respectfully, "It happened to be Mr. Shen's share."

Shen Yan smiled nonchalantly, "If I'm not doing my part, then I'll eat Song Chu's! Anyway, it's all right."

When eating breakfast, Song Chu always felt as if someone was pulling a string in his head, and always felt that he had forgotten something important. This feeling was very bad.

He hastily ate, and before Shen Yan could protest, he got up and walked towards the corridor.

At one end of the corridor is the living room and dining room, and at the other end is the living room and study room.It's just that no one has ever entered this study. Lu Shixuan usually handles things on the second floor, and he was also on the second floor when he met the powerful old man.

The study room on the first floor has always been tightly closed, and apart from Shen Yan and Jian Sheng, there are almost no other guests visiting in the villa, so the living room is basically useless, and even if you don't come here, you won't notice the corridor at all. There is another world here.

Song Chu stepped into the slender corridor and looked up at the walls on both sides. The walls were pasted with typical baroque murals, rich in color and luxurious in style, but there was not even a picture frame on the huge wall.

He walked closer and stroked the mural with his fingers, and there was no trace of a picture frame hanging on the wall.

The villa is not very deep, but the corridor is so long, it seems to have entered a secret passage in the villa.This dark and deep corridor, like an endless one, makes people desperate and creepy.

After a while, Song Chu finally walked to the end of the corridor, the inside was dark, the color was the same as in the dream, the living room was silent, the door of the study room was closed tightly, and the air seemed to be slightly chilly, this scene was too overwhelming. It's eerie, and even if a ghost floats out of any corner, it won't make people feel strange.

Song Chu stood at the junction of the corridor and the living room, and did not move forward.

"What are you looking at?"

A sudden voice sounded from behind, Song Chu was startled and turned around abruptly, Shen Yan stood behind him.

"When did you come here?" The child walked silently, and his face was hidden in the shadows. It was so weird that it almost made your spine tingle.

"Just now." Shen Yan smiled, as if the weird atmosphere just now was an illusion.

Song Chu ignored him, walked past him, and walked out of the corridor.

Behind him, the smile on Shen Yan's face gradually faded away, his eyes flickered faintly, staring closely at Song Chu's back.

Song Chu seemed to be able to feel Shen Yan's cold and stern gaze, and walked out quickly. The moment he left the corridor, he seemed to be rescued. The warm air soaked in the rising sun made him deeply relieved.

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☆、Library

Song Chu was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a coffee cup and leaning his lips against the rim, meditating. The warm sunshine of the morning sun swept over his face, casting a warm halo on the originally cold him.

Shen Yan quietly came out of the corridor, sat opposite him carelessly, and followed his example to pick up the coffee cup.

He lowered his head slightly, but his black pupils turned up, staring straight at Song Chu's face through the top of the cup, his eyes reminded people of a cold snake waiting quietly to attack at any time.

Song Chu slowly put the coffee cup back on the tray, tapped the armrest of the sofa lightly with his index finger, looked up at Shen Yan for a while, pursed his lips and asked casually, "Has there been any abstract paintings hanging in the corridor over there before?"

His tone was originally in a certain nature of seeking proof, and also a little deliberately casual, but Shen Yan seemed to be hit by something, his pupils shrank suddenly, even his fingers trembled a little, and his heart beat rapidly , After a while, he opened his mouth softly, "...What did you say?"

The tone was as slight as if he couldn't believe it, and as cautious as if he was afraid of scaring Song Chu.

Song Chu thought he didn't hear clearly, so he raised his voice and asked again, "I said, have there been abstract paintings hanging in the corridor over there before?"

Shen Yan was so excited that he was going crazy, he tried his best to restrain his emotions, cleared his throat, took a sip from his coffee cup in a concealed manner, and asked, "Why do you ask that?"

Song Chu also felt that he was a little strange, it was just a dream, there was no need to care so much, he might just be too tired.Thinking of this, he shook his head, "It's okay, just ask casually."

He wanted to just brush off this topic, but Shen Yan couldn't let it go, "Impossible, you must have a reason for asking."

Song Chu obviously didn't want to say more.

Shen Yan knew very well that if he persisted on this issue like this, it would only make Song Chu think that he had other motives, and then heighten his vigilance to guard against him.

It would be too difficult if things developed like this, Shen Yan wisely shut up at the right time, but his eyes were still flickering with unconcealable excitement, but Song Chu's mind was full of that weird dream, besides Lu Shixuan and others They didn't care, so they didn't notice Shen Yan's abnormality at all.

The two of them sat facing each other for a while with different thoughts. After a while, Shen Yan couldn't hold back anymore, put down his coffee cup and got up, "I suddenly remembered that I have something urgent to do, so I'm leaving first."

After speaking, he turned around and left, and when Song Chu came up from his thoughts, he couldn't even see his back.

After Shen Yan left, Song Chu went back upstairs, continued to read the information given by Lu Shixuan, and seized the time to familiarize himself with the Sky Hunting team.

Teams of this nature have already appeared in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, but at that time they were still directly led by the state leaders. After the Great Revolution, the top leader became the vice chairman of the Military Commission. In the 80s and 90s, the top executor was replaced by the state leader. , After the 21st century, it became a secret candidate directly appointed by the national leader.

And the title of Skyhunting Team was crowned three years ago. At that time, the highest executive was someone directly appointed by the state leader. The name of this person was not written in the information, and Lu Shixuan took over the entire Skyhunting team not long ago. team.

Song Chu scrolled through to the end, except for the one point mentioned just now, there is no information about Lu Shixuan's former executor in the whole book, as if it was deliberately erased.

And this person is almost the longest time as the top executive of the hunting team, from the beginning of the 21st century until Lu Shixuan took office not long ago.

Song Chu put down the materials and rubbed his temples. The coffee in his hand was completely cold, so he got up, picked up the coffee cup and walked downstairs.

As soon as he reached the stairs, the maid hurriedly greeted him, "Just leave these things to me."

He handed the coffee cup to the maid, who took it and bowed.

"Give me another glass." After speaking, Song Chu turned around and was about to go back upstairs, but he heard a slight sound of car brakes outside. His first reaction was that Lu Shixuan was back, but Lu Shixuan said that he would stay in S City for a few days , It's just a day ago, it can't be so fast, right?

Before he came to a conclusion, Shen Yan hurried in from the outside, and when he saw him, he rushed towards him as usual, and said with a beaming smile, "Song Chu!"

Song Chu was almost used to his way of greeting, and picked him off as usual.

Shen Yan put one hand on his waist without giving up, "What are you doing upstairs?"

"Look at the information." Song Chu replied flatly, "Play by yourself, don't disturb me."

Shen Yan hugged his arm, raised his face and said, "Look at your profile, I'll just sit by the side and never disturb you." As he spoke, he raised his index finger and middle finger, a picture that sincerely swears to God appearance, for fear that Song Chu would not believe him.

Song Chu didn't want to entangle him too much, so he ignored him and went up the stairs.

Shen Yan smiled and followed behind him.

For the next whole day, Song Chu read the materials and went to the side room to practice shooting, while Shen Yan followed him like a shadow, never leaving.

In the evening, Song Chu came out of the side room covered in sweat, went back to the bedroom of the main building, took a shower, and found that Shen Yan was still sitting in his room.For some reason, he thought of the scene when he came out of the bathroom that day and saw Lu Shixuan sitting on his sofa smoking a cigarette, although Shen Yan and Lu Shixuan's aura were completely different.

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

Shen Yan raised his smiling face, "I'll be leaving later." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head to play the game again, and after a while, he seemed to have a sudden reaction, "That's right! Didn't you say that you have time to go home with me? Recently you Isn't it quite free, come home with me tomorrow?"

Song Chugang sat on the sofa and picked up the newspaper, paused for a moment, pursed his lips and said, "...I have other things to do tomorrow." Actually, he didn't, but he didn't want to be entangled with the past of this body, and tried his best to No, he hates trouble the most.

Shen Yan simply paused the game, "What can you do? Your life is apart from the Sky Hunting Team and the Shen family, what other things can you do?"

Song Chu continued to read the newspaper, and said coldly without raising his head, "I will arrange a time to go back when I am free."

Shen Yan seemed a little displeased, according to his temperament, he should be pulling Song Chu to vent, but he was awkward for a long time, and then slammed the door and left.

The bedroom door slammed shut, and Song Chu flipped through the newspaper without looking up.

At about seven o'clock in the evening, Lu Shixuan called. At that time, Song Chu was studying the batch of guns that Lu Shixuan tried a few days ago in the study. It took him a long time to hear the phone ringing.

Seeing the caller ID, he was silent for a few seconds before answering, "Boss."

Lu Shixuan's deep and sexy voice came from far away through the radio waves, "Song Chu." Song Chu's heart was shocked, and then he clenched the phone tightly and moved his Adam's apple, "Yes, boss."

"You'd better not go out alone recently." The voice was low, with a bit of a man's hoarseness, "Your identity is not safe and easy to be exposed."

Song Chu lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Okay, I understand."

After a few seconds of silence, Lu Shixuan hung up the phone.

Song Chu looked down at the phone that had been hung up, and was stunned for a few seconds before suddenly regaining consciousness, threw the phone aside, and went back to the study to continue testing the gun.

These guns are for Shen Yan, Jian Sheng, and Lu Shixuan. They are high-performance AK47s with extremely powerful lethality.

If Song Chu used this AK47 on the day he blocked the gun for Lu Shixuan, then Song Chu's entire shoulder blade might have been abolished.

farewell at night