love is eternal

If you like it, I will satisfy you. "

He pressed his forehead against the mirror, the cold surface did not cool down his enthusiasm, he began to pant, and tried to make a sweet sound.If it pleases his lover, he will learn and do well.

Before rebirth, Fang Yan didn't like to show his emotions, and he was very restrained even in sexual matters, so Claude always complained that he was like a dead person in bed.Now he had to change that silence and make himself attractive enough to drive his lion cub crazy.He dug out some movie clips from his mind, learned the movements of the protagonist, let out some low moans from the depths of his throat, and kept touching himself.

Seduction is not too difficult.

He held his stuff again, the color and firmness were excellent, and the size was majestic for an Asian, but he wasn't very pleased.

After all, compared to a handsome man like Jason, he was too ordinary.

Fang Yan is not tall, only 175, and the ratio is good, so he looks tall.But in front of Claude, who is over 180 tall and still growing, he is still short; he has a pair of slender and strong legs, his skin color is very uniform, and his flat abdomen has no fat, which is a plus, but his muscles are not well trained Great; although general lines and outlines can be seen, he lacks a solid aggressive body and has relatively scant body hair.

This frustrates him, because he knows that Cloud likes muscular men, especially grown men with a lot of hair.

The little lion has no resistance to the male models in gay magazines who wear low-slung underwear and show the neatly trimmed hair below the navel.He always exaggerated praise, drooling and saying that's very sexy!

"Maybe you can apply some hair restorer..." Fang Yan lowered his head, picked up his things, and a terrible idea came to his head.

"I'm really crazy!" He fantasized about his muscular body, chest hair and abdomen hair, and immediately shuddered. It was a terrifying picture.Shaking his head vigorously, rubbing his skin with goosebumps, trying to drive that look out of his brain: "If you become a savage, no one will look at you even if you have a fairy face."

He turned on the hot water, put himself under the warm moisture, and quickly put the ridiculous thoughts behind him.

Perhaps for the convenience of the lovers who are having fun, there are actually two condoms and a lip balm-sized lubricant on the sink, which is a brand that Claude likes very much.Fang Yan picked up the little thing, it was still in the old packaging, it couldn't be squeezed, it had to be squeezed like toothpaste.He put some on his hands, and the unique fragrance of the lotion hit his face, tempting him to put his hands behind his back...

At this time, his body has not been developed by anyone, it is a little tight, but it doesn't matter.

He took a few deep breaths, relaxed the muscles there, and slowly pushed his index finger in.After entering a joint, he rotates his fingers, allowing the entry muscles to relax to accommodate more.

He remembered this feeling of being invaded, and Cloud always used his slender fingers to help him relax, and then entered him very gently.He likes to kiss his ears, eyes, and cheeks repeatedly, rubbing the tip of his nose against his neck, leaving hickey marks on his collarbone.Before he started shaking, he would definitely ask in an irresistible voice: "Yan, is it okay?"

Then, he will bury his whole body into his body, possessing it with a wild force!

"Claude..." He lay on the cold tiles with blushing cheeks, and softly called his lover's name, his guttural voice echoed in the foggy bathroom.

He gripped his masculinity tightly, and with the other hand he explored the already soft entrance, his fingers slipped in and out easily after being fully lubricated.The moment his knuckles rubbed against his prostate, he trembled slightly like an electric shock, raised his slender neck to pant, and couldn't help himself.As an adult male with sound mind and body, he certainly has needs. He has used it before, but this is the first time he has used it.He speeded up the rubbing speed, and put his fingers deeper and deeper, and the thrilling pleasure came like a tide, unstoppable.

He took off the mask and faced his desires openly. He no longer suppressed his emotions and needs.After all this, he already understood that only by grasping the happiness in front of him, will he not regret it!

Wiping off the mist with his hands, he stared at himself in the mirror for a long time, he was no longer cold and handsome, but became charming.

Fang Yan in passion is beautiful, although he does not have a pretty face, but his slightly shy expression is very attractive.

He was still on his knees on the floor, comforting himself in a position on all fours, hips raised.Excess lubricant flowed down the thighs to the ground, tick-tock, emitting a faint orchid fragrance.The reason why Claude likes this brand is because he loves its fragrance.It's not the kind of deliberate spice smell, it's more like the bluegrass raised in the yard on a rainy day, and it emits a natural fragrance with the fresh wind.

In Claude's thinking, orchids represent China and Fang Yan.

"Konggu Youlan" was the first idiom he learned, and it couldn't be more suitable to describe Fang Yan.

Except for Fang Yan's silence, which was a bit disappointing, their combination was perfect, and they could enjoy each other to the fullest.He doesn't like strange postures very much, but he can't stand Claude's pleas, and occasionally challenges difficult movements.

The little lion loves fresh ways of playing. He is full of energy and likes to change positions constantly during the process. He never tires of it.But no matter what method he uses, he will always switch to the back position every time he climbs to the top.He likes to hold Fang Yan's waist, penetrate him from behind, and shake it greatly.

He would put his chest against his lover's back and murmur repeatedly: "Yan, I love you."

"Claude, I love you too." The memory made Fang Yan's eyes moist, and he gently responded to the lover in his memory, showing an illusory smile.He took about 15 minutes to soothe himself, and then sprinkled the hot liquid on the palm of his hand. The milky white liquid was quickly washed away by the water, leaving no trace.

He knelt weakly, letting the warm water splash on his back, overwhelmed by a kind of sadness, unable to stand up.

After the excitement, the only thing left is endless loss and coldness.

He didn't know what he was doing, but he yearned for Claude like an animal in heat and masturbated himself in fantasy, how sad.

And his little lion didn't have him in his heart at all, only that scumbag Jason.

"Fang Yan, stand up, you worthless coward. You have to make him fall in love with you, instead of comforting yourself with fantasies here!" He slapped himself hard twice, the crisp applause and pain made him feel He came back to reality from illusion.He stood up quickly, scrubbed his body like crazy, scratched his hair randomly, and screamed and vented madly in the bathroom, he went back to the room and slept for five hours, and didn't get up until almost noon.

"Sir, their luggage has arrived. Shall I send it to you?" During lunch, Fang Yan received a call from Quan's subordinate, and then two tall men brought a pile of luggage.Fang Yan checked all the suitcases, leaving only Claude's things, and ordered: "Send Jason's things back and follow the plan."

"Yes, sir." The visitor left quickly, and he found a diary from the suitcase.

A thick notebook, almost written, only a few blank pages, densely recording the master's thoughts.

"My cute little thing, do you still write about your journey?" Fang Yan smiled knowingly, and couldn't wait to open it. On the first page, it was written in neat handwriting: I haven't called yet, I'm just waiting until my moment coming!

In the blank space below, a little man riding a motorcycle is drawn, speeding along the winding mountain road.

"Your time is coming, you will be the greatest driver in history, and everyone will adore you." He held his diary and read it crookedly on the sofa, with a smile on his face.It's full of life's trifles, and even if he sees a puppy that looks like a mop in the street, or eats a plate of fresh strawberries, he'll write a whole page.

These life-like language, and even some childish descriptions, gradually loosened the knot between Fang Yan's eyebrows.He buried his face in the diary, breathed greedily, and missed every opportunity to get close to Claude, even if it was indirect.

"I shouldn't have read your diary." After reading some, he began to feel guilty: "But he is too tempting, I don't know if I should continue."

He was as uneasy as a young girl in love, repeatedly opening the diary and quickly closing it again: "No, I can't read it anymore, this is not good."

In order to divert his attention, he looked at the suitcase again.He took out Claude's clothes, spread them all on the bed, and then lay on it reverently.This is his familiar smell, the breath of his lover.It seems that no matter how a person grows, his breath will not change.Fang Yan wrapped himself in clothes, as if his lover was embracing him, and he lay quietly like this, his heart beating wildly because of this little happiness.

He hugged the clothes with a peaceful expression, but gradually his body reacted.

"Damn it, can't you be quiet for a while?" Maybe it was because he smelled his lover's body odor that he became excited again.Obviously, it has been vented once, but the hardness has not decreased at all, and it is jumping eagerly in his hand.

"Do you miss Claude too?" He held his things, and quickly swelled up again: "I miss him too, always want..."

He found a powder-blue T-shirt and put it on, and buried his head in his chest.This dress has been worn, it seems that it has not been washed yet, with a slight sweaty smell, which makes him very excited: "God, let him fall in love with me, otherwise I will definitely become a pervert before then, and I don't want to become a pervert." uncle!"

Although he said so, he still breathed greedily, as if his lover was beside him.

He wrapped his things in Claude's underwear and rubbed them through the thin cloth. The strange feeling was more irritating to the nerves than his hands.He felt as if he was surrounded by Claude, his breath in the air, wearing his underwear, doing that with his panties.Fang Yan knew that this kind of behavior was crazy and abnormal, but he couldn't control himself.

If you don't let it vent, just thinking about the way Claude looks at Jason will drive him crazy.

"I swear, I must be with you next time, not by me alone." After he was released, he held his somewhat wet underwear, feeling very melancholy in his heart.

He spent some time closing his eyes and resting his mind. His expression looked calm, but his brain was actually running at high speed.He is repeatedly confirming the action plan, every step is foolproof, he has designed it thoroughly, and cast a big net, only the fish can be baited.

"Claude, I'm looking forward to seeing you again." Twenty minutes later, he changed into his formal clothes and went to visit a respected gentleman...

☆, secret

"You and Yuan Mian are exactly the same. Look at those eyes, you are like an untamable wild wolf. Seeing you makes me want to fight side by side with him. I miss the days." Located in a luxurious private house on the outskirts of the city , a burly middle-aged man was talking eloquently.

The cool-toned living room is elegantly furnished, and it can be seen that the owner has good taste. Under the baroque style crystal lamp is a black velvet sofa, and the black tea on the table is still steaming.Fang Yan sat quietly, observing the man who recalled the past passionately from behind the water mist.His voice is loud, and his body is as strong as a demigod hero in ancient Greek mythology. Even if he sits still, he has a strong deterrent effect.

"My father used to tell us about your legendary experience, and he always said with a smile on his face: 'Oh, Death Dean is the best sharpshooter I have ever seen. He can hit a fly flying two miles away with his eyes closed. Left eye.' In my heart, you are a hero and you deserve it." Fang Yan smiled and showed admiration in a timely manner, but he couldn't flatter him too much.

The man laughed heartily, clapped his hands and said, "I was wrong, you are different from Yuan Mian, you are smooth and more likable."

"Everyone likes to hear good things. I just conform to the needs of the society. I don't think this is a bad thing." Being seen through is also expected, and it is better to admit it than to quibble.

"I don't think your father told you that I don't like hypocrisy. Excessive flattery is not a good thing." The man casually tapped on the table, looking very casual, but Fang Yan could hear his tone becoming cold: " Yuan Mian is my senior, he saved my life, I owe him a lot, but I have already washed my hands, even if he comes in person, it is useless."

"Sir, you misunderstood. Father has always kept the agreement and dare not break your peaceful life. Besides, your choice is correct. No one wants to live a life like this." Fang Yan lowered his head and let the soft His bangs covered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What do you want." Dean didn't go around in circles, and got straight to the point.

"As far as I know, your company is the sponsor of Red Dragon. I have an unfeeling request. Please help me." Fang Yan finished speaking and took out two documents from his pocket: "This child wants to go to Red Dragon, no matter what, can't give him a chance. And the other, please keep him."

The man picked up one of the photos, and the blond young man smiled brightly, showing his white teeth.

"I agreed to the matter, and I didn't ask the reason, but you must know that if you love too hard, you often don't get happiness." The man made a brief evaluation, and then politely sent the guest off on the excuse that he was not feeling well.He personally sent Fang Yan to the door, admonishing him earnestly: "I watched you brothers grow up, although you are cold and not close to anyone, but in my heart, you are like my child. Listen, don't go Your father's old way, he has lost too much in his life."

"I understand, thank you for your concern." He lowered his eyelids and bowed at a standard ninety degrees as farewell, looking polite.

The conversation took four to 10 minutes, neither long nor short, which was a reasonable amount of time for meeting guests.Reminiscing about the past, doing things, solving problems, everything is in order, but he can't be happy.Dean mentioned his father and used it as a warning, making him uncomfortable and recalling some unpleasant memories.

Of course he remembered Yuan Mian, the man called Yumian Shura, who was also his biological father.

Fang Yan couldn't understand why this indifferent man who seemed to have no emotions or desires had such a vulgar nickname. It is said that it came from a smash hit martial arts novel in the 70s.He had never read that book, so he didn't know what it was about, but a man who could use a jade face, even if he wasn't an overpowering man who looked like Pan An, was still somewhat pretty.

He didn't think the word would have anything to do with his father!

That man always wears a mask, no one knows what he looks like, and everyone who has seen his face is dead, except his old partner Dean.

In his memory, he always stood up straight, never sat down, never smiled, and didn't even lift his eyelids when killing people.He has nothing to do with a loving father, only with punishment.To Fang Yan, father is just a noun, like a table, a puppy, or a beef burger.

He frowned, lying on the steering wheel unable to move, every time he thought of this man, he would feel physical fear.

It took a long time before he recovered from the trembling and started the car.

On the way back to the hotel, he called Quan: "I don't want to wait for a minute, get Jason away quickly, do it nicely, and don't make Claude suspicious."

"I still have two or three days to get to Berlin, can't you bear it?" Quan is still in the UK, and the immigration procedures are not so easy to go through, but he is fast enough.

"Get him away, let's do it now." Fang Yan seemed very tired, parked the car on the side of the road, pressed the painful temple, and said weakly: "Clean up the villa in the west of the city, I will go back to live soon."

"I said, don't just think about having fun, have you completed the task? Let the old man know that you don't work hard, but fish in troubled waters to find beautiful men, and you won't be killed." No malice: "I'm on vacation now, I can do whatever I want, you are different, don't delay the business."

Fang Yan was silent. He was disturbed by various things after his rebirth, and he forgot the original purpose of Berlin.This is very tricky. He was resurrected, but his identity has not been changed, and he still cannot get out of control and must work for the organization.If the matter in front of him can't be done well, and if that person knows what he is planning, I'm afraid it won't be a one-time punishment. Maybe even Claude will be implicated.

He thought for a moment and said, "I have my own arrangements."

"Okay, then you can figure it out, and I won't say much." On the other end of the phone, Quan was still not serious: "The kitten has never been in a police station, so I probably won't make it through tonight, so I have to call you. Are you going to call me?" Prepare."

"Understood." Fang Yan hung up the line, hurried back to the hotel, and disposed of Claude's luggage, leaving only the diary.

Time passed minute by minute, and the minute hand went round and round until it was completely dark and there was no news of the little lion.Fang Yan knew where he was, but he couldn't take the initiative to find him, which was very difficult.He was restless, pacing back and forth in the room nervously, kept pulling out his phone to check, and then went back disappointed.When he was turning back and forth, his peripheral vision always fell on the diary, and the black case of the notebook seduced him like a Pandora's box.

"Just read one page, I swear." He walked over like a maniac, and opened the diary again.

On February 2th, light rain.It's cold today, but the primroses are in bloom, the bright red I've been looking forward to.When Annie told me that the flower language of red primrose is first love and burning heart, I made up my mind to plant a pot.I prayed every day, God, give me a pot of red primroses, so God really gave me a pot of red primroses.Oh, what a beautiful flower, Jason, you will like it, won't you?

Claude's diary is always full of pictures and texts, and he is happy to add some doodles after a paragraph of text is over.This page shows a freckled boy giving pretty flowers to another cool kid with a little heart between them.

"Claude, you are such a little girl." Fang Yan propped his head, leaning on the bed indifferently, watching with relish.

On February 2, it was overcast.This damn weather, when will we see the bright sunshine again, I'm about to get moldy.And tomorrow is the annual Valentine's Day ball, and I don't have a date yet, there's nothing worse than that!Although Mike's younger sister is very beautiful, she has always only liked Jason, Jill is too young, and no one can look down on the twins of Uncle Ben's family.God, why in the world is there such a thing as a Valentine's Day ball? It's driving me nuts.

The text was very scribbled, and it was obvious that he was upset. Below it was a little man who was mad, and added a small line of words: Jason, come back soon, I miss you very much.

This diary does not have a date, but judging from the paper and ink marks, it should not be an old item.Fang Yan read a few more articles, most of which were trivial things in life, some nonsense, or small thoughts.There are happy reunions and sad partings. Claude is very emotional and often reveals a delicate and intellectual side. This is him that dialect has never seen.

"I didn't know you had such a delicate personality, maybe I ignored the vulnerable part of you, but you get hurt like everyone. I didn't do it well before, and my indifference made you sad, didn't it?" Fang Yan stroked the handwriting on the notebook lightly, over and over again, imagining his lover lying on the table under the dim light after a busy day to record seriously.

His expression must be very serious, expressing his emotions one stroke at a time, giving his heart to words, and becoming a silent force.

Thinking of these, his heart also became soft, and even the hardest and coldest place melted into a pool of clear water.

It turns out that getting to know someone makes you so happy...

"I really envy Jason, he is your first love, and your first man. But he is not good enough for you, this bastard made you live so hard." The diary is not recorded every day, time is jumping , but there is a sentence for Jason at the end of each article.Most are questions, such as, does Jason really love me?Why doesn't Jason always come home?Where have you been, Jason?

It can be seen from these clips that Claude is very dependent on this man and is very unconfident.What caused his morbid attachment to Jason, but the diary alone could not tell the reason, so Fang Yan decided to investigate his past.

Naturally, he didn't need to do these things himself. After giving all the instructions, he spent half an hour researching this mission.

If he remembered correctly, some blond idiot took his suitcase by mistake, which almost caused him to fail the mission.At that time, Quan was so angry that he wanted to kill him with a single shot, but of course he didn't do it, otherwise there would be no further stories.

Until the early hours of the morning, Claude still didn't call!

Whether it's because he doesn't want to contact him, or if he lost his contact information, or for some other reason, Fang Yan really doesn't know, nor can he guess.In any case, he decided to wait another day patiently, and if there was no news from the little lion, he would take the initiative to attack.There are always methods. For him, the process is not important, the key is the result.

He was lying on the double bed in the hotel, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, always feeling that the bed was terrible.

While tossing and turning, he hugged Claude's diary in his arms, had some hints in his heart, and finally fell asleep drowsily.

That night, he had a dream with a very good meaning - Claude led him slowly along the steep mountain path, they clasped their fingers tightly and held each other firmly, walking very slowly and with great difficulty.The road was bumpy, the road was rough, the thorns cut their feet, and they could hardly go on, but the little lion had a bright smile on his face and said to him: "Yan, hold on to me!"

The dream was so real that Fang Yan still felt happiness filled his chest after waking up, making him full of strength.

"Claude, good morning." He turned his head and said hello to the diary lying quietly on the pillow, and then got up happily.

At eight o'clock in the morning, after washing up, he rushed to a Sino-German cooperation company for an interview.The process went smoothly, and his letter of introduction played a big role, so it didn't have to be as much trouble as before rebirth.It's good that the other party didn't inform him to go to work immediately, so he had enough time to settle Claude.

Coming out of the company, he first tested the normal walking speed according to the route on the instruction map, and then estimated the time required for running and using the car based on the distance, and memorized the obstacles around him thoroughly.He wasn't going to spend years collecting evidence like he had done before his rebirth, and he didn't have time to waste on these old things now.

Now that you know who deserves to die, just get what he needs and just go to trial!

He licked his lips and looked up for the best vantage point, and he needed the assistance of a sniper because he couldn't use the weapon himself.

In addition to the fact that the gun was hard and accurate when he killed himself, he couldn't aim it properly.

For Fang Yan, the gun is an insurmountable obstacle...

"After completing this task, you must leave the organization." In fact, before committing suicide, he had already recovered his freedom, so he proposed to break up with Claude.He wanted to live an ordinary life, marry an ordinary woman as his wife, have children like most people in the world, and stay away from killing.But Claude's death disrupted his plan, and he only found out that he loved him so much after losing the blond idiot...

He used the way of ending his life to follow his lover, but went back to ten years ago by accident, and started all over again!

"Fang Yan, don't think about those useless things, it's important now." Standing on the bustling streets of Berlin, he looked at his hands amidst the passing crowd, as if black blood was gushing from his fingers.He trembled a bit, clenched his fists, and his bones cracked.As a well-trained slaughter machine, he is calm and self-controlled, but as a lover, this is his Achilles heel.

Before rebirth, he didn't care if Claude knew everything about him, his past, and what he did.But now, he can't imagine the consequences after the incident is revealed, he can't pollute the pure little lion with the smell of blood, he can't!

He stood like this, wandering in the street, the bustling world around him was far away, and there was a kind of sadness that wanted to cry.

Yes, he had a secret, a big secret.

In the eyes of those around him, he is an ordinary office worker and a rigid workaholic, not much different from most small employees who are overwhelmed by life.But this is just his disguise. Few people know that he is very skilled and belongs to a mysterious organization.

Fang Yan is not a killer, let alone a militant, but what he does needs to be humane.He has performed many missions, and he has acted righteously, but more often, evil grows wildly in the dark.He used to not ask why, but now he has to plan for the future, for the safety of Claude, he can't continue.

When he thought that his lover might be in danger because of him, and might lose his life again, he was heartbroken and almost died!

He felt a tightness in his chest, he couldn't breathe, his ears were ringing, and his temples ached violently.He always stood where he was, not daring to move, as if he would fall if he lifted his foot, and he would never get up again.Fortunately, this kind of depression that was about to kill people didn't last long, and finally received a call from Claude.

The little lion on the other end of the phone was very helpless, and said to him very aggrieved: "Fang Yan, I was arrested by the police."

☆, drag racing

When Fang Yan arrived at the police station, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, and the little lion had been detained for almost 24 hours.

He huddled in a corner of the detention room in fear, clinging to the iron railing, looking pitiful, almost tearfully staring at Fang Yan who came to lead him.

For a 17-year-old kid who just came out of society, this place is a bit scary, beyond his ability to bear.As soon as the police opened the iron gate, he rushed out immediately, and ran to Fang Yan's side with lingering fear, not wanting to stay for a moment longer.It seems that this iron cage has caused a certain shadow in his heart, and his uneasy appearance also made Fang Yan very heartbroken.

"I didn't do anything, but they don't believe me no matter what." He lowered his head and defended in a low voice.

"Don't worry, the matter has been found out, you are innocent, and I will not let anyone wrong you. Now let's leave this ghost place, find a restaurant to have a good meal, and calm you down." Fang Yanwen gently Patted him on the back, gave him psychological training, and took out a document bag from his bag: "Look, Mr. Police has already recovered your passport and documents, please put them carefully this time, and don't lose them again." .”

The reason why Claude entered the police station was all part of Fang Yan's plan.

First snatch their luggage, and then get a few hooligans to provoke and make trouble. Jason has a bad temper, so of course he refuses to swallow his anger.There were naturally some extreme physical movements between pushing and shoving. At this time, the police appeared and took a group of people away without saying a word.The rioting street gangsters were quickly released on bail, while the two who lost their luggage just after entering the country were detained because they did not have passports and documents, and they were locked in two detention rooms.

Now, Jason has been taken away by Quan's men, and Claude, who is left in shock and fright, can only wait anxiously.

He pursed his mouth and tugged on Fang Yan's sleeve, obviously worried: "They took Jason away, and they didn't come back after going out at noon."

"Jason Hopkins, the American who came with you?" The white police officer's attitude was not bad. He flipped through the records and quickly found Jason's file: "His girlfriend has brought him Gone, the time is 12:20, and the documents and luggage have also been taken away."

"Girlfriend?" Claude was shocked, and couldn't help but increase the volume: "Impossible, he won't leave me here alone!"

"Little devil, don't yell at me." The black police officer on the side was not so good-tempered. He held the baton at his waist in displeasure and said coldly: "Take your things and get out, we don't have any Obligation helps you determine whether your partner is reliable."

"But..." Claude stood there in a daze.

In an unfamiliar land, facing the ferocious law enforcement officers, he had no idea how to protect his own rights, so he could only look at Fang Yan for help.

"It's useless to stay here, let's go out first and find a way to find him, and he is an adult, he can take care of himself." Perhaps because he wanted to pass his strength to the other party, Fang Yan held his hand, Smiling and leading him out of the police station.Although he was worried about Jason, but there was no better solution at present, so the little lion had no choice but to nod in agreement.

He followed step by step, like a cautious puppy who is afraid of being thrown away by his master.

And Fang Yan, who was walking in front, showed a smirk: Jason, enjoy Quan's love, and Claude will leave it to me!

"I'm still worried. We have no friends in Berlin. How could a girl come to pick him up. I always feel that this is a conspiracy. Maybe someone wants to hurt him. I don't know. I can't leave here. He won't find me. After leaving the police station, the little lion was still standing blankly, looking around, trying to find his boyfriend from the crowd.

"With all due respect, you don't look like someone worth kidnapping. What's the benefit of taking him away?" Seeing Claude's distraught look, Fang Yan was also very sad, but he still tried his best to adjust the atmosphere.

Claude was stunned for a moment, then frowned and thought carefully, and finally spit out a dumbfounding answer: "Maybe a mysterious organization wants to take his kidney, isn't it always shown on TV, tourists disappear inexplicably, After being discovered, I lost a kidney!"

"It doesn't take so much trouble to get his kidney removed. It's easy to lie in ambush on the street corner and knock him unconscious. Why do you plan carefully and even pretend to be your girlfriend to go to the police station to pick him up? Aren't you afraid of being caught in the face by surveillance? Silly boy, don't think about it Now, even criminals have a certain IQ and won’t do such stupid things.” Fang Yan forcefully forced a smile, but his face was twitching, thinking that this guy was either too naive or watched too many movies.

"Really?" The little lion looked at Fang Yan cautiously, as if hesitating whether to believe his words.

Claude at this age knows very little about society, which can be described as ignorant of the world. He doesn't even know that he can seek help from the local consulate if he gets into trouble abroad, and he doesn't know how to contact a lawyer to protect his rights.It is precisely because he knows that he will panic, be afraid, and panic, Fang Yan has enough confidence to rely on himself when he is desperate.

"Go to the hotel and settle down first. You have to change your clothes and eat something, and then we will go to him together." At this time, you can't forcefully refuse his request, but you have to persuade him softly: "I have a friend who works as a lawyer in Berlin. He has a lot of contacts, let him look for them first, okay?"

"Fang Yan, I knew you would help me." Although he was as tall as an adult, his brain capacity was obviously not big enough, and he was almost played around, and even regarded the other party as a life-saving straw.

The innocence and trust of the little lion made Fang Yan feel guilty. He lowered his head, not daring to look into his eyes.

Maybe, I shouldn't deceive him like this...

Fang Yan had mixed feelings, lost his mind for a moment, and stared blankly at the ground.Deceiving Claude is even more difficult than the first time he took someone's life many years ago.He seems to be walking on a road of no return now. There is an abyss under his feet, and he will be crushed to pieces if he is negligent.

"Jason has a bad temper and is always yelling at people, but he is not a bad person, I can guarantee that. I know he was very rude to you at the airport, and I apologize to you on his behalf, please forgive him Seeing that he didn't move, Claude was afraid that he would not help because of the beating in the hotel, so he immediately said a lot of good things, and even begged with his hands folded.

His careful ingratiation made Fang Yan feel that the distance between them was getting farther and farther.

"I didn't mind a long time ago, it was all a misunderstanding." He smiled, feeling dizzy, and the world was spinning.

He didn't know what he was doing, seemed so wrong, but had to keep going.Finally, he took out his mobile phone and pressed a string