Intelligence Bureau

Arnold's "nice idea" basically ended the morning's conversation.The conversation was interrupted here, and the air was also frozen here. For a time, in the huge space, only the sound of someone's clothes rubbing over and over again echoed back and forth.

I don't know if he encountered a problem or because someone's noise kept disturbing him, Arnold's originally expressionless face had an expression of frowning, which seemed dignified and impatient.

"Looking at Mrs. Arnold's disgusted look, it's better to stay away for my husband, so as not to be beaten again later... Ma'am, don't run around, I'll be back in a while~" The person opposite sat up from the sofa, Said to Arnold with a hippie smile.

This time, Arnold's brows frowned even deeper.

Since I am afraid of being bitten and killed, I will change that title.

But despite frowning, Arnold did not respond to Lennart's words, let him go for now, he has no time to talk to him.

Lennart shrugged, picked up the windbreaker on the back of the sofa, and put it on before reaching out.Then he smiled at Arnold who didn't look at him, waved his clothes and left.

It was not until the door was opened and closed for a long time that the people in the room raised their heads and looked in the direction of the door, their eyes seemed to reflect the appearance of the man before he left.The happiness was due to the sunshine, the corners of Arnold's mouth were a little loose, the upturn was not obvious under bright or dark light, but it was enough to see that it was a smile.

Heh, did that man go out with that kind of hair?

About an hour and a half later, the door of room 309 was opened again, but it was not Arnold or Lennart who opened the door, but the hotel attendant.

Because Leinart, who had knocked on the door for 10 minutes and got no response, comforted himself that Arnold was just going to solve the third emergency, and after squatting outside the door for another 20 minutes, he was completely upset and ran to move. reinforcement.

With the foreshadowing from last time, the process of relocating soldiers this time was particularly smooth. When the other party heard that his wife locked him out again, he brought the key and killed him. What an ignorant wife would treat such a caring husband like this heartless.

The door opened, and the room was still in a mess, but one more person went to the empty building.

The waiter clearly saw that the fingertips of the person beside him holding the cart began to turn white, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became brighter and brighter.

"Sir, are you okay?" the waiter asked with some concern.

Of course, he gave Arnold a reward, and Arnold returned him a bigger reward, can this be bad?

"Beautiful lady, look, these poor children seem to have been abandoned by their masters... If you don't mind, how about giving it to you?" Leinart swung the cart in his hand and laid it firmly on the In front of the waiter, the expression cannot be said to be sad, as if he was the one who was abandoned.

"Send me?!" The waiter was obviously shocked, and his expression showed the pattern of three circles again, pointing at a cart of delicious food and exclaiming.

Lennart answered her with a silent smile.

"But...but this is the result of your hard work for an hour!" How can you give it to others casually, it is a love breakfast full of love for your wife!Although she really wants to...

"Ah, you saw it too, Madam doesn't appreciate it." Looking back at the empty room, Leinart turned around with a wry smile on his face, making the waiter cover his heart with one hand and hold the cart tightly with the other.

It's so pitiful... After the waiter recounted in his heart how Arnold was unqualified as a wife, he silently took the cart with both hands.In this case, then... she will accept it... right.

Then, under the gentle and watery gaze of Lennart, the delicious food that pushed the cart drifted away.

But she didn't realize that the man who was watching her tenderly, leaning against the open door, really smiled bitterly.

He seemed to be too happy for a moment, forgetting Arnold's rebellious personality. He really shouldn't let his hands and feet be free before leaving.

Two days later, a letter spanned more than half of Europe and finally arrived at the Vengley base in Sicily, and was delivered to Andrea, who was staring at G.

But so far, the letter's journey is still not over.The envelope that had just touched Andrea's fingertips was passed directly into the hands of the red-haired man. The other party had the momentum of not sending the letter until the previous problems were resolved.

"Mr. G, that's my letter!" Probably because he was tired of staring just now, Andrea changed his way to prove his dissatisfaction, and the decibel was several grades higher than usual.

He had an intuition that it must be a letter from Mr. Lennart who left without saying goodbye!

"If you don't have any doubts about that matter, I'll return the letter to you." With a cold face, G glanced at the big Lenat Costa signature on the envelope, and stuffed the envelope into his trousers pocket.

As a result, Andrea of ​​course started to jump, and those calm qualities in the early years were eaten by some animals, especially recently, he was almost driven crazy by this man! "G! You have no right to confiscate my letter!"

The red-haired man walked towards the escalator with the letter in his mouth. Hearing this sentence, he turned his head slightly, revealing the half of his face covered with tattoos. It was as cold as Arnold's.

"Oh? Isn't your name Mr. G anymore?" Did you jump with him for a letter?Or the person who sent the letter?

Andrea's face was red and white, and he didn't seem to be such a bully. He obviously didn't cause any trouble, didn't make any mistakes, and still treated him so respectfully, what else did he want? !What's the point if you keep pestering him after you've already made your choice? !

"Tell me what you want me to call it. As long as I make you happy, you can return the letter to me." Andrea was kind of casual, he really didn't know what to say. How can I get along with the man in front of me? Is it possible that he can let him go if he compromises?

However, seeing this broken jar in the eyes of another person has another meaning.

G turned around and walked back, the fiery lines on the side of his face almost seemed to spread into his eyes.

Andrea looked at the man who was swept away by fireworks in just a few tens of seconds, feeling powerless from beginning to end. Look, this kind of man, teach him how to deal with it.

Even ten Andreas are not enough for him to play with.

"Then try it, that's what it's called." He grabbed Andrea's right hand with one hand, and swept across the main hall of Vongola's main entrance like a gust of wind, and entered the nearest guest room.

Can you give up your self-esteem to please me just for a letter?Well, as you wish.

Throwing the man on the bed, watching his bouncing body because of the elasticity, G covered half of his alluring face and made such a decision.

"What are you...doing..." Andrea seemed to be quite frightened, everything happened so fast, he was confused as to how he was transferred from the hall here, not to mention that the beast in front of him couldn't close the gate g up.

"Don't you want to believe? Then try your best to please me."

Before the words could be digested, the blackness swallowed the ending and rushed towards her face. Andrea was shocked by the man who was approaching suddenly. What was he talking about, what was he doing? !

G, who had seen too much of the astonished appearance of the blue-eyed man, directly clasped his chin, and locked his eyes on the slightly parted thin lips.His eyes are always so wide, and the green color shows his innocence, his pity, his stubbornness, his... no matter how many times he looks at it, people will fall into it.

If you want to continue, you can only avoid it.

People say that men with thin lips are fickle, so are these two lips really fickle?

Thinking of this, the red-haired man bowed his head...

The tenderness in the mouth is unexpectedly delicious. The red-haired man became addicted to playing for a while, sucking and licking in different ways, until the dull person under him finally realized the struggling whine, and he didn't care. Let go.

Andrea beat the man's broad shoulders and back vigorously, and porphyrin kept porphyrating under his feet in mid-air, using the disposable organs of his whole body to resist to the death, but the person on the body still had no intention of getting up.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." I wanted to speak, but I was forced to make this meaningless sound.It seemed as if all the air in his head was about to be emptied, a little bit muddled, a little bit powerless.

"Breathing." He relaxed a little, and took the opportunity to teach the person under him who was about to faint how to breathe, but just this short period of clarity caused the person under him to start a new round of struggle.

G anxiously controlled his wildly waving hands and feet, and rudely tore off the collar of his shirt with one hand, revealing his fair skin that had been covered up all year round.Just by looking at Andrea's baby face, one can guess what his skin looks like, but one can't help being surprised when one actually sees it. This man is not as delicate as a 28-year-old.

Besides, he was skinny. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was skinny.It's not so obvious in the usual clothes, but now under the fair skin that catches the eye, the bones can be counted in detail.

G bent down and kissed the most prominent one, the collarbone.Immediately, the person below him trembled suddenly.

"No!" Andrea didn't understand why it happened like this because he just wanted to write a letter.

His unique refreshing voice became hoarse, and at this moment there was a deep choke, G's movements were choked by this sexy cry.In the past, no matter how wronged his green eyes looked, he never cried, but at this time, is he crying so miserably?

Is that why you don't want to?What if it was replaced by Leinart Costa?Are you very happy, after all, you are so desperate when you receive the letter.

Buried deep in his neck, feeling his choking sobs wave after wave, G's heartbeat also slowed down a little bit, thumping and choking...beating.

What should he do with him... This is simply the biggest problem Peng Lilanshou encountered in his life.

The author has something to say: all kinds of entanglements and sadness in this chapter...

Regarding G and little Andrea, please don't make complaints carelessly.

It's not easy to write them...

Then, my dear, come and comfort the day-changing party, hurry up.The author is about to die suddenly, because of going to school tt