"If you don't make it clear, don't let it go! What do you like? "

"I like to stay at home. I don't get into trouble. I have excellent cooking skills. I'm virtuous, gentle and understanding. Is that ok? Don't be such a peach blossom. "

——Mo suddenly woke up, his sister's sharp voice seems to still linger in his ears, with a momentum of lingering for three days. He pinched his eyebrows and pressed the fluorescent switch on the small alarm clock on the bedside table. It was more than three o'clock in the morning.

Mo Cong sat up. I don't know if it was because Mo Jin came here during the day and made noise for most of the day, which made him endure the noise pollution for a long time across the road, which led to this absolute nightmare.

Anjie was so upset by these two girls that she didn't lose her life... It's a skill that can't be measured by the sea.

However, this feeling suddenly made Mo Cong realize that he had never had so much patience, or so much time to sit down, listening to the crazy talk of such a little girl who didn't walk, and never cared about what book Xiaoyu was reading, whether it was a good book or a bad book.

In the dead of night, people may be particularly vulnerable - especially in the cold winter night, don't suddenly think of the people connected with your own blood, maybe, maybe... Only these two girls are left.

They are... Dependent on each other.

But it seems that he never did his duty as a brother... And perhaps he never realized it without the comparison of Anjie.

Mo Cong holds the quilt and thinks wildly. He gradually goes out of his way. Some time ago, when it was going to be a holiday, Xiao Yu forgot to take something. When he threw the book down the window for her, he seemed to see an ambiguous note in it... And it was obviously a boy's handwriting.

It was a big or a small matter. He wanted to get involved.

But later, he was too busy. He had to handle all the shady business under his fourth brother and Chen Fugui. A large number of smuggled goods were transferred under his eyes, even some arms from the Middle East... These freight boxes full of blood and smoke easily distracted his attention.

Let him forget his sister and the boy who doesn't know what it means

Then don't be frustrated to find that you can't sleep.

He slowly got up. The wound on his back was still painful, reminding him to keep in touch with the world. He carefully pushed open the quilt, then moved to open the door.

Originally, I wanted to sit in the study for a while and study Xiaoyu's daily reading materials... Or, the mysterious man Anjie was looking at something, but he stopped when he saw the figure curling up on the sofa in the living room.

Anjie has windows in the bathroom and living room. And the host forgot to pull the curtain, and the quiet and weak light coming from the window hit the furniture, furniture and people.

The sofa seemed too short for the slender body of the person lying on it. His legs had to be curled up wrongly. A blanket was on his waist, and most of them were on the ground.

He was carrying his shoulders, some of his hair was scattered on his face, one hand was beside his face, the other hand was hanging in the air, and the palm of his hand was hanging up to one side. The hands are very good-looking, but the owner doesn't care much. There are obvious marks on the palm of the hand that the blister has not healed.

Don't stop in a hurry. He didn't expect that this man's sleeping face was so seditious - so peaceful and peaceful, even beautiful under the influence of various subtle lights. It seemed to attract people who were walking in the dark with countless noises and restless freedom.

Especially... Mo Cong wailed in his heart. He had a very special personality and different sexual orientation.

Dream of Mo Jin came out and saw such a scene, so the whole night has become a tragedy. But the young man couldn't help but lighten his movements and walked over - "I just want to pull up the quilt for the man who saved his life." He didn't find himself subconsciously making excuses.

It's a pity that Anjie's defense system is too good. When Mo Cong was nearly two meters away from him, the person who had been sleeping very well on the sofa suddenly opened his eyes. But when he was awake, his eyes, which were half closed and looked lazy, were more alert than ever, and didn't feel sleepy.

With just one look in his eyes, Mo Cong realized what kind of person he was... It turned out that the quiet and beautiful sleeping face was an illusion after all. Mo Cong shrugged: "your quilt fell to the ground."

An Jie made a vague voice in his throat, to the effect that he knew it. His eyelids dropped down again, and his body relaxed and curled back to its original position, but he didn't care about the quilt at all.

Don't be in a hurry. I don't know whether he really woke up or just pretended to wake up. He sighed, stepped back, picked up his quilt, tucked it in unconsciously, turned to pour himself a glass of water, and went back to the bedroom, obviously forgetting what he was doing

Then he fell asleep - it turned out that covering the quilt for Anjie was helpful to the treatment of insomnia. As expected, there were all kinds of strange things in the world.

For the next half night, he had been vaguely dreaming about the back of a thin man. At first, he thought it was Anjie, but the man's chest and back were not as casual and lazy as Anjie, but as heavy and difficult as carrying something.

That figure is very familiar, Mo hurried to catch up, but always hanging a distance, he felt like looking at the figure of that man for a long time... For a lifetime - until the morning