Intelligence Bureau

In the quiet room, the red-haired man buried himself on the blond man's neck for a long time without any movement.In this way, the choking voice of the blond man became thinner and weaker, and finally subsided slowly.

In this state, no matter who it is, the lost sanity will return a little bit, and it will be a bit awkward to maintain this posture.So Andrea began to move her arms and legs uneasily, trying to get the person on her body to leave in a peaceful and gentle way.

However, the fiery red piece was stuck around his neck, and there was no movement at all.

"That... Mr. G..." If there is nothing else, can you get up first.Andrea called out tentatively, and didn't even dare to say what he wanted to say rashly. He was really worried that he would inadvertently offend this adult again.

The intertwined color of yellow and fiery red is a dazzling bright orange, but it is also a warm color.

G propped his hands beside Andrea's ears and slowly raised his upper body, pulling out a place between the two that could accommodate two fists, and stopped. Seeing that the fine red hair was about to sweep across Andrea's face, he was He barely stopped at the last millimeter.

Quietly staring at himself in those blue eyes.

It must have been a setback.

"Listen, Giotto just fell asleep accidentally while working, and I just acted as his left and right hand to help him cover his clothes. He likes Cozart, but I don't like him anymore." Every sound of g is very soft, with There is a faint sadness that does not belong to him, but when the light syllable falls on the last sentence, it is firm and firm.

After all, the feelings of so many years can be let go, but the habit is deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and he can't do it all at once in this matter.He also had to admit that when looking at these blue eyes, he would lose the ability to lie, and could only exchange the truth for this piece of clarity.

The speaker is sincere, and the listener is shocked again.

[He likes Cozart, and I don't like him anymore] [He likes Cozart, and I don't like him anymore] [He likes Cozart, and I don't like him anymore]... Andrea's brain There is only this sentence left in the loop to play, and the whole person is in a state of emptiness.

This reaction immediately aroused G's strong dissatisfaction.He is explaining to him!And what is this idiot doing?daze? !

Even if he had expected this kind of reaction in advance, he would still be upset when he saw it, so why did I have to explain it to an idiot!

G got up from him angrily, stood beside the bed pulling his loose tie, and looked down at Andrea who was still unresponsive.

What a stupid thing he did!

【He likes Cozart, but I don't like him anymore】Then who do you like, will that person be me?

The words in his mind finally stopped the single cycle, and then such a question popped up, and Andrea stared blankly at G's dark red eyes, and continued to let go, but he didn't know that he had once again inadvertently stirred up in the other party's heart. There was a lot of turmoil.

The smile in G's eyes almost turned half of the fiery red face into pink, didn't he realize that the idiot asked the words?

Someone who was suddenly in a happy mood reached into his pocket, took out a letter, and placed it next to the blond man's head.But the action of him bending over to release the letter seemed to scare the other party again, the man's green eyes shrank suddenly, and moved slightly to the side.With such an obvious move, even G's face turned dark again.

Thinking of the not-so-good memories just now, maybe it was just bad for the blond man.

Even though he was a little bit bruised by his actions, G didn't intend to argue with him anymore.Under Andrea's implicitly worried gaze, he slowly straightened up.However, another pause made Andrea, who was about to put down her guard, tighten her breath again.

G's eyes froze when he skipped over his front, where most of his chest was exposed.Andrea was dazed for a while before following his gaze to look at herself, and then her face flushed and she clutched her chest tightly.

Pervert g!

g gave you a chance to look like you didn't tidy up, and stood up again.It turns out that admiring his persimmon-like red baby face can also ease the mood.

In fact, it's nothing for a big man to show his chest, but after going through such a thing, Andrea doesn't think showing his chest is a trivial matter at all!He even wanted to buy a turtleneck sweater to cover his neck tightly, so he wouldn't have to pull it next time!

No, how could this kind of thing happen next time, is he an idiot? !

Seeing the blond man blushing and having fun by himself, G decided not to tell him that the dream letter was right next to his head.

When the farce finally came to an end, Andrea sat cross-legged on the bed in the guest room, puffed out her cheeks and looked resentfully at the place where the red-haired man left. Don't ask him how he made such a childish expression. He is so hypocritical. How did he do it? This man has the ability to drive him into a psychopath!

It took him an afternoon to actually receive Mr. Lennart's letter, what if there is something important!

Andrea, who opened the letter with a little anger, immediately burned into a raging fire after reading the letter. At the most violent time, it was no different from the flame tattoo on G's face.

Going out without money or documents, has this boss's head been gnawed by G? !Don't ask him why he was gnawed by g, because he always thinks that g is a giant canine animal!

Even if Andre Adam got out of bed to find a certificate for his boss, such important items could not be mailed, so he had to deliver them in person.So Andrea, who had found the documents, went back to the room to pack her luggage, and took them downstairs together.

The whole process took less than half an hour, and he didn't remember until he hurriedly reached the stairs, should he say hello to G about this matter.

Thinking as he walked, he also went downstairs slowly, and finally grabbed the handrail at the end of the stairs with one hand, staring at the floor in a daze.Do you want to tell me, but what should you do if the same thing happened just now?hateful!I'm not Giotto, how could that person care so much, I just made it out of my brain cramps!

But...he said he didn't like giotto anymore.

"What are you doing?" The deep voice came through from a distance, with a sense of layering from far to near.

Andrea raised his head suddenly, and the fiery man walked in from the door flamboyantly. He was wearing a khaki windbreaker, and his red hair and face were redder and brighter against the flames. A black file bag was swept by a cold air that didn't match his color.

During the time we were separated from him, did this man go to work again? He was really busy enough.

That's right, Giotto trusted him so much, and handed over most of Vengley's affairs to him, the one who stayed behind.

What G who had just entered the door was thinking, if he came back later, would he be allowed to escape?He held back his anger and waited for his answer.

"Mr. Lennart wrote to ask me to send him something important."

There is nothing to refute his reasons, and the orders of his immediate superiors are of course higher than his later temporary ones.The dark red eyes stared at Andrea and remained silent for a while, until Andrea wanted to reverse the film, and when he reorganized the sentence just now, G finally spoke.

"Giotto will be back tomorrow, I will explain some things to him, and then I will go with you."

"Ah? What did you say?" I'm too old, and I seem to be a little deaf. Andrea patted his ears. Did he really hear it wrong?How could that person take the initiative to ask to go with him.

"Put the things back and wait for my notice." G glanced at him, the faint helplessness hidden in his eyes was something that Andrea couldn't see anyway, there must be a limit to dullness...

"what?"

How did he stay under Arnold for so many years?The real reason for the resignation of the deputy ministers of the Intelligence Bureau in the past is that the assistants are too slow, right? !Where is the response ability that an experienced intelligence officer should have? !

G sighed silently, and walked towards the conference room with a black file bag.

How could he allow Andrea to be alone with the neurotic boss who was suspected of being a rival in love, and how could he give Andrea a chance to doubt what was going on between him and Giotto again.

In Pengo Lie's empty and vast hall, the blond man dragged his luggage and walked up the stairs step by step, step by step slowly but without stopping.

Germany.

"Mrs. Arnold, do you remember the vows I made with you?"

All the rooms that had been restored to their original state were brand-new, as if they were brand-new even with their human nature. At this time, there was no trace of resentment on Lennart's face, but Arnold clearly remembered when he came back and passed by the front hall , the waiter's eyes were not friendly, they must have something to do with this man.

But it was probably some boring sitcom. Arnold glanced at the people on the sofa, and went to do his own thing, as if ignoring the attitude of ignoring the end.

"It's okay. If Madam doesn't remember, I'll tell you again. That is, I promise you for the rest of my life, and you promise me that you will never leave."

Arnold, who was taking off his windbreaker with his back to him, paused, and then looked back at him in slow motion.

The latter laughed in all kinds of styles.

This man is suffering from some sort of neuropathy. He has only been away for a day, and his condition is obviously getting worse.

Especially when the victim is still yourself, I feel very bad.

"Mrs. Arnold doesn't seem to have remembered the agreement I made when I left this morning." Seeing that he was so slow, Leinart decided to speak more clearly. (Author: In fact, you have been swaying all over the world so that people can't figure it out. In the end, do you blame Arnold for being slow?!)

Only then did Arnold remember in a trance, as if he had asked himself to wait for him to come back.

But, he didn't agree, didn't he.Where did the agreement come from.

The author has something to say: I finally finished coding this list...Although it still needs to be updated daily, I am finally relieved.

I hope that when the next list comes, I will not be stuck until midnight tt

Well, the author Jun went to struggle with Japanese, and was abused by the teacher in class today.

A kid with zero foundation who can't even make fifty-sounding sounds is so rough that he asked me to make a sentence. Isn't that embarrassing?