Intelligence Bureau

In the huge space, there are crowds of people, and the aroma of various high-end wines mixed in one interacts with the carbon dioxide exhaled by people, making this space into a state of indulging and sinking.

Arnold is extremely disgusted, this kind of sluggish feeling of lack of oxygen in the head.If not, how could he not have tortured the man who acted recklessly around his neck, and the naturally drooping hands on his sides had already begun to clenched tightly against the edge of the windbreaker.

"Mrs. Arnold, do you need some wine to relax? It looks like you are going to cut off your neck. To be honest, I am also a little hurt. She kissed very gently and seriously, and her mouth was sterilized~ "A certain man looked even more energetic after taking advantage, and walked in the direction where the man left just now with his arms around Arnold's waist.

If the minister cooperates like this and still loses information, his end will be a bit difficult.

However, Arnold's skin seems to be more delicious than expected.

"Shut up." Originally, one person is enough to work, and it is not his style to have an extra oil bottle. In the end, he was forced to complete the work in this way with the oil bottle. Arnold thought, this should be his work. The most absurd thing ever done.

Controlling the distance as much as possible to the position where Lennart was holding him, Arnold refocused his mental power on ten meters away, where the man in the silver gray suit was chatting happily with his newly found prey.

No, to be precise, he should be enjoying himself alone.Probably because of his personal preference, he seemed to have locked on to another cold and arrogant man, and from the beginning to the end, he talked and drank alone, as if just looking at the man's cold and handsome face was enough.

It's best if it's a personal hobby, but it doesn't seem to be the same thing.

At this moment, the man standing opposite the man in the silver-gray suit had platinum-blonde hair that was only a little darker than Arnold's light yellow, and roughly similar broken hair. He was wearing a well-tailored black suit, and he had the same cool temperament.At first glance, it has to be said that the similarity has reached 80.00%.

However, it is still not one percent of Arnold himself.Such a perfect person cannot be imitated, and failure to imitate is the greatest insult to the imitated, which is the conclusion that Lenate Costa has considered.

So, did you admit the wrong person?

"Mrs. Arnold, am I interrupting something good?" It seems that because of his appearance, the man realized the fact that he admitted the wrong person?

"No, he realized it a long time ago." The man in the silver-gray suit was clear from the beginning that he was not the person he was looking for, but his presence meant that he wanted to explore something.At this point, Lennart's presence provides good cover for him, and he certainly wouldn't have any problems on his own.

Hearing this, Leinart probably understood the direction of the matter.

But things don't seem to be as simple as imagined, at least, in his eyes, that 'Arnold coser' is quite an eyesore.

The two stood in the crowd for a while, and the man in the silver-gray suit grabbed the waist of 'Arnold coser' with one hand, and half-pushed and walked into the depths.Lennart and Arnold followed without a trace.

Even this waist-hugging action made Lennart feel an eyesore, and also had some bad premonitions.But he still childishly changed the gesture of embracing Arnold to put his hand in the pocket of Arnold's windbreaker, which immediately attracted Arnold's extremely dissatisfied glance.

Arnold stretched out his hand to clasp the hand that had been wantonly in his pocket, but he caught the man in the silver gray suit casually glanced back, and his hand paused for a moment.In this gap, they were grabbed by the people beside them and stuffed them into their pockets together.

The originally ample windbreaker pockets were stuffed into the palms of two mature men, so there was no room left.Coupled with Arnold's reacting struggle, a small hill immediately bulged up on the smooth surface of the windbreaker.

"Leinart Costa, let go." The voice was deliberately lowered, with an inexplicable deep charm, and Leinart enjoyed listening to it extremely, and didn't care about the content of the words at all.

If the situation allows, Arnold thought, this man does not have a whole body today.

Lennart wanted to be a little proud of his technique, because of the angle and technique of his hands, in the dark and confined space of the windbreaker, his palms were facing each other and his fingers were interlocking.

When the temperature is not low, such interlocking fingers will only make the temperature rise more rapidly, but this fiery heat, someone is quite attached to it, if one ignores Arnold's increasingly ruthless struggle methods.

The palms of the two grown men really lacked space in the narrow windbreaker pockets, and in order not to make too much noise, the two actually had a contest in the pockets.One person is holding harder than the other, but one is to use pain to force the other to let go, and the other is to clenched and then clenched with overwhelming force.

Even if two such outstanding men are stuck in a crowd of men, they can still become the focus of attention, not to mention such an intimate gesture.Waist hugging is commonplace in such places, but this new type of hugging has attracted considerable attention.

It's like, such a simple action creates a space around the two of them that is independent from the outside world, and it contains the warmth of a space.

"Mrs. Arnold, let's cooperate again. He just came to see it." As if he was really pinched, Leinart frowned slightly, and said possessively.

How could Arnold pay attention to him? This kind of cooperation was not needed in the first place, and he put even more force on his hands.

Lennart smiled helplessly, and had no choice but to withdraw his hand in compromise first, and put it around his waist again.And those white and slender hands were covered with blood-red scratches...

It's really not easy to take the opportunity to eat tofu.

While the two of them were secretly fighting, they also followed the man in the silver-gray suit to Desire's rest area.In short, the rest area of ​​this kind of place is the heaven released by all kinds of j□j.

Following here, what will happen next is self-evident. As for the intelligence, we will talk about this matter later.

That person looked over.

Arnold felt that his waist was suddenly tightened. He was about to express his dissatisfaction when he was pressed against the wall beside the aisle. Thanks to the hand behind him, he was not hit directly. On the cold wall.

The man's smiling face suddenly enlarged, tilted to the left side of his neck, above the collarbone.Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced over and found that the enlarged version of the man's face just blocked his entire vision.In other words, from the perspective of the man in the silver-gray suit, he could only see the back of Lennart's jet-black head.

With two experiences, Arnold did not relax his vigilance towards Lennart while perceiving the movement of the man in the silver gray suit.

But Arnold once again underestimated the shamelessness of a certain man. He managed to protect his neck, but he lost something that needed more protection.He even found that when the kiss was connected, the corners of the man's lips were raised.

Lennart Costa really broke the limit of his patience again.

The kiss of two men never exists in the fantasy of young boys and girls like gentle and orderly, some can only go deeper and deeper, and it will be earth-shaking, and they will never stop until they are swept away.

However, Arnold would not give him this chance, and the moment he tried it with the tip of his tongue was almost cut off.When he was suddenly pushed away again, Leinart already regretted not controlling his hands in advance.

Forget it, at the end of the day, I could barely squeeze a gap between my teeth after taking advantage of it.After all, this is the beginning.

"Lenate Costa, you are really getting more and more presumptuous." In the gorgeously decorated corridor, a man in white was leaning against the wall covered with golden wallpaper, and the man in black stood proudly in front of him. , the uncontainable anger is about to rush out.

"Work first, Minister Arnold~" Slightly raised his head in the direction the man in the silver gray suit left, Lennart rubbed his lower lip with his index finger intentionally or unintentionally, and the smile on his brow and eyes seemed to be savoring something extremely beautiful.

Arnold followed his gaze, and the turmoil in his eyes finally calmed down a little.Still, he doesn't need others to remind him of the primacy of his work.

"If I'm not wrong, dear Minister Arnold, we seem to be playing tricks." But in a way, it's worth it.

Lennart stroked every red mark on his left hand with his right hand, and raised his words slightly. He was obviously talking about business, but it also made him feel unscrupulous and ambiguous.It's okay to get used to his indecency, and Arnold even felt a little relieved for the long-lost title of 'Minister Arnold'.

After all, it sounds far better than 'Mrs. Arnold', no matter how unprincipled it is.

This is a negligent and absurd action.Arnold's definition of the trip.

The so-called 'Arnold coser' is not an intelligence agent, but just a double used by D Spedo to deliberately increase his exposure, hoping to limit his intelligence-gathering actions. That's all.

Being bumped into his real body today can be regarded as a direct exposure of his identity.

Then everything becomes meaningless, which is called absurdity.

Absurd cooperation, absurd judgment.However, despite the absurdity, Arnold has no intention of denying his ability.

This is just the beginning, if things can be solved so easily, he will not be interested at all.

Perhaps, on a special level, he should thank Lenate Costa and D Spedo for making things more and more interesting.

In the hustle and bustle of desire, two people, one black and one white, walked in the gold. They were two people who swayed their arrogance and casualness to the extreme. Here, they started their new journey.