"What did she leave behind?" Yue Qinglai, who was originally sitting comfortably, looked curiously at the pile of things in front of her and was about to pass, but suddenly an obstacle appeared, that's right, Xingang!

Not only did Xing Ang stop her, but his face, which had been coaxed a little better by her, suddenly became gloomy, although he added a sentence that made him a little excited, "I'll go and see, you stay here, I'm afraid of danger." Looking at the deep and charming eyes from sweeping over himself to a place where the items were piled up, the throbbing heart was always accompanied by a faint uneasiness, until the man's tense face instantly breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart became painful.

"Give these to Qinglai, let her drink milk on these foods, so that it is better for her health, if you can't eat it, you will be supper, eat some by yourself when you are hungry, and staying up late is the most exhausting." The white paper is covered with circles that resemble those of their owners, and the characters are powerful but give people a very gentle and soft feeling.

"This neurosis!" The white paper turned into a small ball in the palm of his hand, was held tightly by the palm, and then ran out of the bar quickly and quickly. Then two spectators of unknown origin were left in place. Yue Qinglai stepped forward to look at the contents of the bag, only to feel that she had no appetite anymore, but fortunately, it was the turn of the show again, and she just went up to decompress. Looking at Yue Qinglai with a contemptuous smile on his face, he couldn't find Beidi to continue working.

The night grew shorter as the weather got hotter, and soon it was dawn, the bar was cleaned, and the people were sparsely gone. "Xingang, today," Yue Qinglai's thin fingers tapped nervously on the bar, and his face had taken off his heavy makeup and replaced it with a fair and tired face, "Can we have dinner together?" ”

"No, I have something to do today, next time." After checking that everything in the bar was in order, Xingang walked out of the bar and headed for the basement. "Do you like her?" A seemingly weak voice sounded behind him, Xing Ang just paused, then turned around and calmly looked at the face not far away that seemed a little aggrieved and angry at the moment, and chuckled, "Qinglai, it's none of your business." ”

Yes, it's none of her business, her long hair hung down from behind her shoulders lonely, looking at the figure that disappeared at the top of the stairs, she sighed powerlessly, but after turning around, the face that reflected the sun was very stubborn, and her small and delicate eyebrows revealed full of stubbornness, "I won't admit defeat." ”

After hurrying to the basement, he quickly changed his clothes, and did not shy away from the fact that there was a person lying on the sofa inside, and the sofa was facing him. The red and bruises on the back of the back were densely spread all over the back, but it was much better than the unsightly condition of the back that day. But when I was dressing, I still felt a lot of pain in some joints, clenched my teeth in pain, and unconsciously made a light "Si" sound.

Just when Xingang changed his clothes, a pair of sleepy eyes had been completely opened, but perhaps because of the extreme exhaustion of his body, the voice he made was also weak, and he trembled a little weakly, "Xingang, what time is it?" ”

"It's almost seven o'clock," said the man in front of him, who was getting up uncomfortably and very slowly, as if he were in pain, and frowned unconsciously. By the time she felt that something was wrong, the person was already sitting in the back of the motorcycle, but she was drowsy, and she didn't have the heart to pay attention to anything else, only that her hands were forced to wrap around something warm and strong, and then her hands were tightly clasped by a powerful big hand, and she couldn't move at all.

"How's it going, Xiaochun, is it delicious?" Quan Bo couldn't stop grinning when he looked at Chi Chun, who kept moving on his lips, and the expression on his face that was so satisfied.

Chi Chun picked up a spring roll, took a bite, and then looked up and sighed, nodding vigorously.

Seeing that people like it very much, the whole uncle laughed even more happily.

Suddenly, his elbow was knocked down, and he looked back impatiently.

After watching the people in front of him dance and gesturing completely, he nodded helplessly and aggrievedly, quickly turned to Quan Bo, who was sitting in the master's seat, and said expressionlessly, "Chi Chun said that the food you made is delicious, and I want you to teach her how to do it later." ”

The old man also has vanity, and when he heard this, he laughed even more happily, and couldn't stop saying yes.

Then the "you come and go", the two of them sympathize with each other, and they themselves become a free translation server. He has always been happy and quiet, and he only came here to take Chi Dong back, but he couldn't help someone's words, and then unknowingly passed the night.

Xingchen didn't want to cry, he just wanted to die!

"Jingle bell~" The phone in the living room remembered, Quan Bo's face was not good after receiving the phone, and he threw the phone directly and hurried to open the door. As soon as I opened the door, I saw a light smile and was tightly held in his arms by Xingang.

"What's wrong with Xiaoxiao?" The sound that was still laughing was attracted by Quan Bo's somewhat high-pitched and dignified voice and went away one after another, but he saw Xingang carrying a light smile upstairs, and from a distance, his face was whiter than paper, and he seemed to have lost consciousness. Quan Bo anxiously followed, and disappeared all the way up the stairs.

"Don't worry, wait until the whole uncle comes down." Xingchen calmly pressed his hand to the stiff, thin shoulder blades beside him. Chi Chun's originally good appetite has shrunk by half, but now his uneasy mood is like a snowball, and he really has no appetite at all.

"I haven't eaten much breakfast until now," Xingchen broke the jar, shook his face and dropped his chopsticks, and looked around impatiently, "If you don't eat, I won't eat." ”

Chi Chun was also embarrassed, so he had to continue to hold the chopsticks again, and ate without taste, and his eyes almost kept looking at the stairs, at this time, perhaps because of nervousness, his throat was a little dry, and he wanted to pick up the pot full of milk and pour some, but he accidentally saw Xingchen wiping dirty things on Chi Dong's mouth, and the gentleness on his face was like a clear stream, slowly flowing into his heart.

It was a star that had never been seen before, handsome, gentle and dazzling, and the corners of his eyes gradually moistened.

Chi Dong was quietly accepting the benefits, but his eyes were naughty and childish, and Dan Fengyan, who was sitting opposite, was starting an electric current with each other, and the chopsticks of the two were sandwiching the same bun, and no one dared to relax.

"What the hell is going on?" Compared with the strange atmosphere downstairs, the large room on the second floor was full of worry and heaviness, and Quan Bo touched his shallow smile, which was very hot, "She has a fever, what did you do last night?!" His tone was angry, and his wrinkled eyes seemed to be on fire.

Xing Ang calmly finished talking about the whole process that happened yesterday, and looked at the person lying on the bed from time to time when he spoke, with complicated eyes. By the time Xingang spoke, Quan Bo had already put the antipyretic patch on the forehead of the light smile, and the fever of the light smile had been completely issued at this time, and the two bright red balls were hanging on his face, lying quietly.

"If the fever doesn't go away, give her antipyretic medicine." Quan Bo sighed and covered Qianxiao's body with a blanket, and then looked sternly at Xingang, who was standing a foot away from him from beginning to end, and asked very puzzledly, "The reason why Xiaoxiao passed was because she was worried about you, but she was embarrassed to say, I didn't expect you to take care of her like this, alas, really a scumbag, a scumbag!" ”

"Uncle Quan, the scumbag is definitely not like me, if I had this kung fu, I would have been soaked in the women's pile a long time ago," Xing Ang felt prickly when he heard the word scumbag, he obviously didn't do anything, but he was fierce and neglected to take care of people, why was he stamped with these two words again, "She is worried that I will come to me, what does this mean?" ”

"But then again, did the injuries on your face and body that day fall while riding a motorcycle?" Speaking of this, Quan Bo always felt that something was wrong, because when he asked himself with a light smile, he seemed to know about it, but the key was a guilty expression on his face, which made him have to wonder, this injury problem, "Is it related to light smile?" Did something happen to Xiaoxiao again, so you saved her and got hurt? ”

"Don't go around in circles with me, why is she looking for me?" Like a child, he became anxious when he couldn't get his favorite plaything, and he was desperate to find it, and that reason was the most important thing he cared about.

"Light smile said that she is a super VIP customer of Mercy Hospital, she has a card, and then made a call, not long after, someone sent the card here, she said to send it to you, and also said with great certainty that she would drag you over to take a good look and treatment, by the way, look at the brain, is it a petunia flower." Originally, he was still serious and angry, but when it came to the back, it collapsed.

For the sake of face, he had to turn his back calmly and rub his nose with his hand, one is to calm himself, and the other is to sort out his emotions.

I don't know when it began, his usual rationality and indifference collapsed, looking at the person lying on the bed, the hair that had been sleeping like a bird's nest became more fluffy after such a toss, and the round face lined with red was like an apple, which was very cute, and people couldn't help but want to touch it twice.

Just as I was about to touch the pile of fluffy hair, the memory that had been sealed for a long time suddenly came to the surface, so clear, and in that dark night, the girl with the lovely face who was pleading on the ground and constantly struggling.

"Xingang, this is your first mission." Starflame stood beside him, handed over a short gun, he was only twelve years old at that time, and at that time, he still had a dream, that is, freedom, as long as the wings were hard, out of the clutches of Starfire, out of everything, with his own consciousness, he could go wherever he wanted, and he could find the stars if he wanted to find them.

But he was wrong, even if he was free, he was still the kite tied up in the long line.

"Please, don't kill me, my dad will give you money, please, little brother, don't kill me." The girl's tears rained pear blossoms, and her delicate facial features were painfully twisted together, and she looked very poignant at this moment.

"So be it now." He took a bullet clip and a unique nine-millimeter pistol from Starflame's hand, and that was his first killing.