It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

The scale of the landslide this time was huge, the disaster sites were scattered, and occurred in multiple sections. The original national highway was divided into several long and short sections by mud and rocks. Fortunately, the road where Wen Ai and Wang Jue were driving was slightly dangerous, and they were not driving fast. They were dizzy in the invisible mud and skid for a long time. They were able to stop in front of the guardrail, even if the previous speed was higher. One yard, it will inevitably hit the guardrail by the roadside, and the net will be broken.

The landslide was only in an instant, coming fast and going fast, and the sound of the surging earth flow quickly subsided. Wang Jue immediately jumped out of the car with the milk cat in his arms, drenched in the torrential rain, rushing towards the road, and soon encountered the same large group of troops who had abandoned the car and escaped. The crowd passed through in a dim cloud. After entering the safe zone, the sky gradually became clear and the world gradually became clear. The people behind did not know what happened. Standing on the outside of the car, looking at the oncoming gray-headed refugees, Curiously stopped one or two inquiries.

When he got here, Wang Jue slowed down, changed from running to walking, and finally stopped slowly. The noisy conversations around and the sound of impatient horns reopened his ears that had been stunned, making him truly feel that he had returned to a familiar world, his heart fell back to the real place, and the mixed feelings of the rest of his life surged.

Wang Jue turned the milk cat cub in his hand on his back and arched it indiscriminately. Fortunately, his little baby is okay. He is not afraid to burp himself, but he wants the soft and autumnal milk cat group on the tip of his heart to be buried under the dark mud, even if he thinks about it a little bit, He is going to be broken.

Wen Ai was so squeezed with his nose and mouth. He couldn't hide and couldn't avoid it. At first, he was still thinking about escaping from the dead and enduring it. Later, he couldn't help it, biting Wang Jue's lower lip that was arched up again.

Wang Jue was taken aback, his pupils suddenly shined, and he was a little embarrassed: "Baby, do you want to stick out your tongue?"

Wen Ai said the beauty you want, flicking his tail forward, making Wang Jue a mouthful.

"Someone is injured!" Some people ran toward them.

When Wang Jue turned his head, three figures staggered out of the dust, two large and one small, limping and supporting each other, fleeing here in panic. Squinting his eyes and staring for a while, Wang Jue struggled to see from the three black and yellow faces that his eyes were familiar. Isn't this a strange family, arrogantly like a brood of chickens in the supermarket? , Now embarrassed and degenerated into a joke, it's a reincarnation of heaven.

Wang Jue was gloating and told you to leave my car just now and pretend to be a grandson with me. Now he is really a grandson. retribution!

It is estimated that one leg of the weird man was broken, and he dragged on the ground feebly, and his weight was on the other leg. For this reason, he had to hold his beer belly awkwardly, looking very funny. A few good-hearted people to help surrounded him. Maybe someone accidentally touched his injury. He howled in pain and pushed away the people around him rudely. He kept cursing, "You **** stupid, you're like this. Is it? Do you want money? I have it! You hurt me again, don't give you money as a fool!"

The man was anxious. He grabbed his trouser legs and lifted him. He said in a bad breath, "I'm in the morgue of the hospital. He specializes in lifting dead people!"

Due to the widespread disaster, the dredging work progressed slowly, and the rescue team could not arrive in time. This group of people in Wen Ai was stuck in a dilemma by the front and back landslides, trapped into a turtle in the urn. There are many others who have the same fate as them. Helicopters brought them supplies, and the neighboring districts and counties sent several uniformed men to venture through the landslide to manage and maintain order here.

Hundreds of people, more than 30 tents, hurriedly set up, how much shelter from wind and rain. Once when Wang Jue was eating in a tent, his mobile phone got a signal accidentally, and immediately jumped out a bunch of similar news headlines, all reporting the landslide, and he clicked into a video, which happened to be broadcasting their part of the road. Pause the zoom. I actually saw the car of that wonderful family, the entire front of the car was embedded in the soil, and the coquettish landmarks were probably crushed to pieces. As Wang Jue watched, he almost stuck his chopsticks in his nostrils.

The rice is a self-heating convenient box lunch, which is given per person, so it is not like Wen Ai. Every time Wang Jue waited until Wen Ai was full, and then cleaned up the semi-warm leftovers. The apples that were distributed every day were also fed to Wen Ai. Xiao Xiaoer also pretended to eat Wang Jue in his heart. He shook his head and refused to eat. He stood up, pushed the apple bones in front of him, and looked at him obediently. Wang Jue was even more reluctant to eat. Give him a bitter kiss: "Eat, baby, I see you eating happily, and I feel better than eating an apple."

Wen Ai squatted in the standard cat posture, lowering his head with sullen eyebrows, feeling particularly embarrassed.

"Such a small cat knows to give you good things, Xiao Wang, you have a good relationship with your cat." Wang Defu bought potato chips in the supermarket last time, and was kicked by the bear kid. Sitting next to them, looking at them kindly.

Wang Jue proudly said: "I raised it soon after I was born. Don't look at my temper from time to time, but I'm clingy. I will be anxious if I can't see it for three minutes."

"Meow!" Wen Ai waved his tender paw and scratched him twice, as if to refute his words.

"Haha, the little guy is embarrassed." Wang Defu used the knife on the keychain to cut his apples, cut them into small pieces and put them on the aluminum foil cover torn from the instant rice box, and pushed them in front of Wen Ai, "eat Right."

"How can this work!" Wang Jue was surprised, "Uncle, since entering the tent yesterday, I haven't seen you eat anything. Anyhow, I have eaten an apple to make up for it."

Wang Defu nibbling on the peeled apple peel little by little, looked through the rolled tent curtain, drifted to the mound lying on the road in the distance, and said in a daze, "It's okay, it's almost time to pass, I can get out, it's okay. It's okay..."

The people in the temporary camp were a little anxious because they were inexplicably trapped in the wilderness, but Wang Defu was one of the people who wanted to go out very urgently. He often went to the uniformed personnel in the temporary camp to ask about the progress.

These uniformed personnel were only those who ate public rice in the neighboring counties and towns, and they were all focused on finding the right source. The network of relations was so tight and dense that they could only cover the sky with one hand. You said that they had a pretty good life, and they were dragged to accompany them in the wilderness for no reason. Their attitudes were naturally not much better. Whenever they inquired about the situation, they would wave their hands and let them go away impatiently. Wang Defu always knew. Be sensible, stop before the other party gets angry, and leave with great gratitude.

The Qiqi family obviously didn’t know what they said, and they didn’t think about how easy it is to provoke the snakes. They just felt that their golden dragon would have to make others bow their heads wherever they flew. They would pick and choose the relief supplies in front of others. When receiving a box lunch, the strange husband fell to the ground on the spot and yelled, "What are you giving it? Is it for humans? I think the country’s disaster relief funds have been put in your pockets. It’s not enough. I don’t have enough. I drove a coal mine. You can buy it for me."

The uniformed Hengmei said coldly: "Get out of the way when you have finished the collar. There is still a line behind."

The boss of Coal still wanted to challenge, but two people came, one of them picked him up and "sent" him back to the tent without mercy.

Boss Mei's complexion was so colorful, he was sitting in the tent with his limped legs, and he hadn't spoken for a whole afternoon, his face was all green, and he probably wondered how to get through the relationship after he went out to clean up these things.

The eighty-nine-year-old coal second generation also didn't stop. He thought that the rice was unpalatable and the apples were not fresh. So the coal proprietor asked him to squeeze the juice for him. Wang Defu met him, felt it a pity, picked it up and fed the sparrow. The sparrow was full, patted its wings, and met the second generation of coal who had just burst into laughter with the balloon. He was called to duty, and passed him at low altitude, piercing the balloon.

The coal boss family is incompatible with the camp dominated by the "poor culture", so they are eager to fly over the barriers and return to the world where they control the power. But there were too many landslides, and the rescue team couldn't keep up with the progress all night long. They were in the middle again, so there was no good news from both sides.

People gradually realized that their stay might be longer. A depressive atmosphere spread in the camp. Everyone began to complain, vent their negative emotions, and even clashed with uniformed personnel, asking if anyone came to rescue them.

The local snakes wear uniforms that have not been worn for hundreds of years, and barely guard the rules and regulations of serving the people. They are unhappy. Now the blind cat ran into the dead mouse and showed their fierce true face. The baton banged and threatened. Do not follow the rules.

Who thought the coal boss had friction with them again that night, and the other good leg was broken.

There is a hillside on the right of the camp and a lake on the left. It was night, the crickets kept screaming, and after the two days of dark clouds drifting in the sky, the summer heat came back again, and people were sweating. Wang Jue left the misty camp with the milk cat in his hand, went to the lakeside, found a big rock and sat down to take a break.

The night breeze came slowly, and a leaf in the middle of the lake was slowly blown to the edge of the lake. Wen Ai patted it mischievously with one claw. The water splashed in all directions. It disturbed the two small fish at the bottom of the leaf. They bounced back in two opposite directions. Facing gradually swims away.

Wen Ai chased one of them until it was hidden in the deep water and it was nowhere to be found. Then he bounced back. So he repeated his technique and patted all the fallen leaves by the water, disturbing the fish's dream.

In the moonlight, the innocent and lively kittens were playing with joy, and the whole body was plated with silver. Wang Jue's gentle eyes followed him, his heart was very clear, full of sentiment, Wen Ai jumped, every step seemed to step on his heart, making those full of sentiment trembling and trembling about to overflow.

"Baby, come here." Wang Jue stretched out his hands at him.

Wen Ai was hilarious when he was playing with it. He plunged into Wang Jue's arms with a water drop and rubbed his head coquettishly against him, just like Wang Jue said--it was clingy.

After a long intimacy, the moon rose to the sky, Wen Ai jumped to Wang Jue, and with him, quietly looked up at the moon. The shadow of the moon was cast in the middle of the lake, and a pair of fish were playing in the middle of the moon, but the pair was scattered just now. The anxiety and depression pervading the camp can't come to the two of them. They are not in a hurry to go somewhere. Beside each other is the best destination.

Looking at the moon in the middle of the night, Wang Jue gently hugged the sleeping Wen Ai. When he passed the grove, he could vaguely hear the voice of someone calling. He was a little familiar, stopped to distinguish, it was Wang Defu's loyal voice.

"So many days...what to do if it breaks...after all...return to traffic..." He suppressed the panic in his voice, "If something happened...you are responsible for...give my daughter the money..."

Wang Jue had no intention of eavesdropping. When he passed by, he heard only a few words intermittently, and there was no clear directionality, but he keenly smelled something unusual.

Days are getting tougher day by day, and Wang Defu's spirit is getting weaker. Because he only eats apple peel and water, his dark face is deeply sunken inward, his cheekbones are prominent, and his eyes are dull. He leaned in the corner and didn't move much. Look like. He used to tease Wen Ai with Wang Jue. Now Wen Ai took the initiative to show his favor. He was indifferent. He continued to open a pair of eyes that were about to get out of the box, worried, as if some bad luck was approaching, he was always in fear. Only occasionally shaking the packet of potato chips, he could still turn his eyes when he heard a sound, thinking of his daughter far away from home.

Wang Juebian knocked him a few times but didn't get any clues. The camp management said that they shouldn't care about the messy things like eating or not. This time he had to take a small bowl of rice and pretend to be next to Wang Defu to feed the sparrows. In fact, I want to find clues in the chat with him.

Wang Defu kept a secret about that secret and kept his mouth tight. One time, he could not be shaken, but in the end he wanted to say something and stopped. Wang Jue still returned without success. However, Wen Ai saw him rubbing the sparrow's head after feeding the sparrow, and in exchange for a light peck, the interaction was very harmonious.

At that time, Wen Ai picked a few mulberries nearby and came to him happily. When he saw the scene, he felt sulky. He ignored him for the first time, and the cat's coldness was carried through to the end for the first time. Later, he looked at people in his head. Wang Jue didn't know, so, first he coaxed, then hesitated, and finally grabbed his little paw and kissed him. Trying it again and again was useless. People always held their buttocks at you. Wang Jue racked his brains for a while and finally came to a conclusion.

That night, in the dead of night, Wang Jue slipped out of the camp and soaked in the cold lake water in the middle of the night, shivering and insisting on taking a bath. As soon as the wind blows, it gets colder. He wipes the trembling Wen Ai in the bushes and presses him to his chest: "Baby, you smell it, did you smell it?"

Wen Ai was awkward, struggling hard, Wang Jue held his soft body, and did not dare to use any force. He escaped from his hand slippery and jumped off the ground.

Wen Ai was about to leave. He heard Wang Jue whispering behind his back. He seemed to raise his arms to smell himself: "It doesn't smell. I haven't washed it for four or five days. Why don't you still not want to get close to me?"

His voice trembled from the excessive cold, Wen Ai relented after two steps out, and climbed onto his shoulders like a pole along Wang Jue's thigh and chest, and licked his face.

Wang Jue closed his eyes and hummed deliberately, "Um~Baby force."

Wen Ai: "..."

Suddenly, Wang Jue felt a heavy weight on his shoulders. The milk cat dumplings, which were originally light enough to be negligible, suddenly increased to the weight of an adult, pressing him to kneel on the ground unexpectedly. The weight disappeared quickly and quickly.

Wen Ai also felt a force refilling his body at that moment, and once again dissipated. He was stunned, jumped to the ground, screamed and screamed under Wang Jue's eyelids, and finally stood up and walked on two feet like a human, which was too funny.

The demon race obtains energy from human love. Wang Jue tries his best to serve his little ancestor every day. Today, he also had an oolong, enduring the cold night in the mountains and taking a cold shower. The demon power that Wen Ai lost at the time should also be made up. came back.

Wang Jue thought that Wen Ai's transformation was naked, so he picked up the cat and ran to the camp. The weight in his hands on the road increased and decreased sharply several times, and the frequency became more and more intense. When he finally got to the tent, Wang Jue ran out of sweat, but it dispelled the cold air from the lake.

Wang Defu was not in the corner he was accustomed to, and he was relieved all by himself. Wang Jue found a set of hair clothes for Wen Ai, and put him on the simple floor, with a small cat sitting in the center, the quilt sinking softly.

There was silence in the narrow tent. With big eyes to small eyes for a long time, Wen Ai meowed uncertainly, swinging his tail behind him.

Wang Jue squatted in front of the floor, and the shadow cast steadily covered Wen Ai, which was a unique sense of security: "Brother is here, don't be afraid, no one will come, let's slowly change."

Until the sky became pale, the two of them froze all night and their postures became stiff. Suddenly there was noisy outside, and the hurried footsteps passed by outside the tent. It was estimated that something had happened in front of the camp, and everyone went in that direction.

Wang Jue went out to take a look, and when he came back, the milk cat was gone, and a small ball was arched under the quilt, convulsing badly.

Wang Juelian yelled several times, but there was no response from under the quilt. He was almost anxious to death, and he did not dare to open it rashly. At a critical juncture, a rush of footsteps ran towards the tent with a clear purpose. Wang Jue hurried out to intercept him, and ran into a person who was in a hurry. The man pointed to the front and said: "Quickly, quickly, Wang Defu has rebelled, and he is making gestures with a knife! Don't you live with him? Go and help! It's going to kill!"

Wang Jue was shocked when he heard it. Wang Defu is a good old man. He has become weaker and weaker these days. Why did he suddenly use the knife? Unable to find a reason to refuse, Wang Jue had to pull up the tent and followed.

Along the way, from the messenger's excited description, the truth of the incident was pieced together. The camp near the landslide point usually pulls the cordon, and one or two people are guarding it leisurely and not letting past. Now there were people in a circle on the third and outer three floors. Wang Jue struggled to push away from the crowd. Before he squeezed to the front, he heard Wang Defu’s emotional voice: "Get out! Get out! Where do I go? Nothing!"

"You put the knife down." The uniformed officer's voice was still not emotional, but I was afraid that it would be troublesome to clean up. It was much harder to say a few words, "The road is still blocked, you can't get through. There is a notice on it, beware of another landslide. , Don’t take your life too long!"

Wang Defu shouted desperately: "I have the final say for my life! I will be responsible for something wrong! Let me pass!"

In the crowd, you and I were persuading him, squeezing and squeezing, Wang Jue finally squeezed out of his head, accompanied by a burst of exclamation from the crowd, saw Wang Defu being surrounded by two people behind him fell to the ground. The knife was thrown away and kicked far away. Wang Defu was like a rooster that had only been slaughtered, struggling hysterically in the dust, turbid tears streaming from the corner of his eyes, and finally gradually gave up, his face motionless as gray.

Standing not far away, Wang Jue felt that Wang Defu's life was extinguished at that moment.

"Don't push people on the ground!" Wang Jue ran over and negotiated with the uniformed personnel.

The incident aroused the vigilance of the disaster relief headquarters. The armed police team was sent to pick up Wang Defu, a dangerous man. Wang Jue sent him to the helicopter, trying to tell him something, but he knew nothing about Wang Defu’s situation and could not comfort him, so he had to shut up silently. . Wang Defu was already in a trance at that time. He stuffed the leaky potato chips into Wang Jue's hands, and what he saw in his eyes was no longer strange madness, but deep paternal love.

Wang Jue took the potato chips and solemnly promised: "Don't worry, I will bring things."

After another day in the camp, the road finally cleared. When people evacuated from the camp, it happened to be dark. Everyone was happy or tired, with their luggage, looking at the road under their feet. Naturally, no one noticed that the boy next to Wang Jue had a pair of ears hidden in his short black hair.

This time, Wen Ai's transformation can be said to have been transformed into Wang Jue's heart, turning back into a pretty little face, still retaining a pair of flapping ears, and a thick long tail.

There were several layers of mud on the off-road vehicle body. After a long absence, Wen Ai got on the co-pilot, closed the door and released himself. The ears folded in the hair slid and stood up, and the tips of the ears were soft and a little drooping. Wang Jue wiped the windows of the car to the point of use outside, jumped into the car, first grabbed a handful of the furry ears on Wen Ai's head, and then grabbed the tail of the other person, from the root to the head, smooth to the end.

Wang Jue sighed with satisfaction, and finally his life was complete.

Wen Ai pulled his tail back into his arms and kept it from touching: "You can't drive, and when the car behind comes, it will definitely block you."

Wang Jue leaned to the back seat, pulled out a baseball cap, and buckled it on Wen Ai's head: "Don't show your ears to others."

Wen Ai took a photo in the rearview mirror, turned the brim of his hat to the back, revealing two rows of white millet teeth: "It's so much better!"

Covering the hair, leaving only a few pinches on the forehead, the fresh and clean facial features are more prominent, the youthful feeling is full, the tenderness is dripping, a pair of smiling eyes are extremely infectious.

pure.

Pure to death.

Wang Jue's eyes gradually changed, leaning over, trapping the person in his arms, lifting his chin, and giving a kiss, with an ambiguous tone: "If you laugh again, I will play with you."

Wen Ai's eyebrows hung nonchalantly, and he grunted, opening his mouth to be about to happen.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' Wang Jue stretched out his index finger, pressed the rosy lips, "the offense is a plus, you have to drag out the field."

The eyes of the two met within a short distance, Wang Jue's eyebrows were deep, and the eyes that came out of him were fascinating. Wen Ai blushed and heartbeat. He let out a "Woo", lowered his eyes, and escaped from the confrontation.

Wang Jue smiled lowly, raised the corners of his mouth, and leaned close to his ear: "I'll smash you tonight." He stuck out his tongue, took a sip in Wen Ai's small earlobe, tasted the taste in advance, and pulled back to drive. .

The two changed their plans and detoured to Yunnan Province to send them to Wang Defu’s family...

Relics.

The night Wang Defu was picked up by a helicopter, the news came out. He had 68 capsules of poison in his body, a total of 500 grams, because he stayed in the intestines for too long, the packaging broke, the toxins broke out, and the mouth foamed. He died in the hospital. On the way.

No one knows how Wang Defu's days in the camp passed. The deadly poison is in his stomach. Time bombs generally threaten life at any time, but he can only hopelessly wait and be careful to be an ordinary person who is not eye-catching. Later, he could not reach the trading place in time to discharge the drugs. There were only two ways in front of him, surrendering or dying. He also struggled. When he was chatting with Wang Jue, when he was alone in the middle of the night, he thought about surrendering, but his ears repeatedly echoed the gloomy voice of the upper family: "Dare to call the police, I will cut off all the heads of your family. , My wife and daughter sell it to make chicken."

Wang Defu’s death has long been doomed, and the last attempt to cross the cordon was an outbreak of despair, the final dominance and squandering of a tragic life.

Wang Jue once blamed himself very much. If he paid more attention to Wang Defu’s behavior and called the police in time, Wang Defu might go to jail or sentenced to death, but at least he could hand the potato chips to his daughter, remembering it in his mind. The daughter's smile went to the execution ground.

Wang Defu’s hometown is in a remote village in southern Yunnan. When Wang Jue and Wen Ai got off the car, the Wang family looked at them with a little alert and alert. They didn't take their precautions until they said it was the news that brought Wang Defu.

Wang Defu has three children. The two junior high school sons are already able to carry the family's farm work. They are now in the field, and the youngest daughter is hiding behind her mother, looking at them timidly. The oldest in the family is Wang Defu’s 70-year-old mother, laughing. She got up with a face full of folds, and her mouth was full of leaks: "What message does Fuzi ask you to bring? Are you coming back?"

Facing these expectant faces, Wang Jue couldn't say what he had arranged thousands of times. He stood there with his head down, his expression difficult.

Wang Defu’s wife was the first to notice something unusual, her face was a little pale, and she grudgingly asked with a smile: "What’s wrong with his dad, is there something wrong? Go in and in? I told him many times that he should go the right way outside... .... He...you, tell me..."

"Ahhhhh!" The old lady Wang yelled in panic, and pointed to Wang Jue's back, her legs trembled and she was sitting on the ground.

Wang Jue turned back abruptly, and Wen Ai took the urn out of the car.

Wang Defu's wife kept her eyes on her, and fell to the ground unconscious.

"Mom!" Yaonv didn't understand what was in the box, and when she saw her mother fainted, she rushed to shake her desperately.

"Guifang, Guifang!" The old lady Wang burst into tears, crawling over with tears, shaking her hands and couldn't point Guifang at all.

"I'll come here!" Wang Jue immediately stepped forward and gave an emergency rescue. Wen Ai went to help the old lady Wang, but the old man threw himself on the urn with the lid on his face, crying like the end of the world.

For this family, it is indeed the end of the world. After Guifang woke up, she hugged her mother-in-law and daughter, crying in grief and alarmed the neighbors.

Wang Jue and Wen Ai couldn't even say a word of mourning, so they could only do their best to help the family that lost the backbone of the funeral. In the whole day of crying, Wang Jiayao finally realized with hindsight that her father had forever become the black and white photo in the mourning hall.

The little girl looked like a father, with a dark face and a thin body, her eyes swollen from crying and asked, how did father die.

Wang Jue took out the bag of mustard-flavored potato chips: "In order to make you have more potato chips."

Wen Ai pulled his arm and shook his head slightly.

Wang Jue gave him a firm look.

The little girl took it and immediately opened the package, grabbed a large handful of crushed potato chips and stuffed it into her mouth, one after another, gobbled it up, her mouth arched forward, almost unable to contain the food. She was choked with tears by the strong mustard smell, but grinned: "I remember it, and will remember this smell forever."

Both of them couldn't bear to look again.

A few days later, the two of them drove away from the mountain. Wen Ai looked back, and the depths of the mountain were gloomy and gloomy, and deep sorrow still lingered in the silence. Before they left, they left most of the money to the Wang family, hoping to do their best to help a little materially. The pain of losing a child and forgetting their husbands can only slowly settle in time.

As the travel funds did not reach the bottom as planned, Wang Jue saved money again to plan to buy a house. The two spent a few days in Yunnan Province and set off on their way back. Halfway through the road accidentally received an invitation to invite Wang Jue to participate in an exchange meeting in Jin Province. So he changed his route again and passed slowly, until the time was almost just right.

The organizer arranged the hotel in advance. In the evening, Wen Ai went into the bathroom, washed away the dust, and came out loosely wrapped in a bathrobe. From the time in the ancient town of Qiuluan, Wang Jue hadn’t been driving the fish for a long time, and now he saw Wen Ai’s little cheek that was steamed red by the heat, and walked towards him staggeringly, with a slightly nasty, umbilical look. The root of the three inches below was about to move. While Wen Ai walked by, stretched out his feet to spoil him, Wen Miaomiao was dizzy, and she stupidly got into the shoveling officer's scheming trap.

Wang Jue got his wish and caught the tripped Little Bo'er, and breathed into his face: "Drunk?"

Wen Ai leaned back in his arms lazily, and turned his legs up and down: "Nonsense, I didn't drink."

Wang Jue's fingertips lightly touched Wen Ai's ankle, from bottom to top, slipped inch by inch into the hem of the bathrobe, kneading it lightly and lightly: "I'm already drunk, you have to be drunk too."

"Hmm..." Wen Ai hummed, wrapped his arms around Wang Jue's neck, and rubbed his head with his head in comfort, with a soft voice, "Slow down..."

After Wen Ai Shuang once, the whole person was tired, and Wang Jue was not allowed to touch him, letting Wang Jue burn his body.

Wang Jue rudely pressed his wrists on both sides of his head, rubbing sparks in his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't let it? If you don't let it, the Overlord will bow."

Wen Ai was blindfolded, still floating in the aftermath of the climax, angrily said: "Then you go take a bath."

Wang Jue bit a tooth mark on his collarbone fiercely: "Wait! I'll shame you later, I'll hang you up tonight."

The bathroom door was closed, and Wang Jue was very eager to hear. Wen Ai collapsed on the bed, feeling his body turned into a pool of water. At this time, there was a harsh sound of curses and smashing objects in the corridor outside the door.

Wen Ai's curiosity defeated the inertia, slipped out of the bed, rubbed to the door step by step, and looked out through the cat's eyes. The room opposite the door opened wide, and an angry woman grabbed another undressed young girl by the hair and dragged her to the hallway, punching and kicking like crazy, hitting wherever he was, and cursing all kinds of nasty viciously. if. The girl was unable to fight back, she was beaten up and crying for help. A fat man on crutches stood by, his back turned to Wen Ai, he couldn't see his face, and he stood by with folded arms.

At that time, another middle-aged man came out of the room and walked out while lifting his pants: "Stop!"

"Distressed?" The woman sneered, not only constantly, but even more ruthlessly, she slapped the girl's face so that blood oozes, "It's this vixen who slapped this vixen, who ran out to seduce other husbands at a young age!"

"Smelly lady! Alright!" The middle-aged man stepped forward and pushed her away, taking the girl who was about to be stunned in his arms, "It's going to die! I'm looking for my woman, you will be your wife, The water in the well should not be offended by the river water, so don't splash around here. If you make trouble again, you will get a divorce!"

The woman was startled, screaming and rushing to tear him together. The makeup she lost was black and white, making her look like a ghost, crying almost madly: "Do you have a conscience! Do you have a conscience!" I worked so hard to take care of your house, but you spent time outside! The meeting? The meeting went to bed! You are a bastard! Are you worthy of me!"

She scratched her face and became annoyed by her unhappy husband. He slapped her backhand and slapped her to the ground: "Should you talk about love with your mother! Wasn't you just marrying me for money? Get out!"

After that, the girl who had been dragging her scars was about to enter the room, and the fat man who had been beside him suddenly moved, broke the shoulder of the bearded man, and slammed it on with a crutches.

The two people were not doing anything, fighting together in half a catty, and Wen Ai could see that the fat man who blushed so hard was the boss of coal!

The plot instantly improves several levels!

The hotel security rushed to hear the news and forcibly pulled apart the two inextricably fought sides. The bully took the girl to the hospital. The coal boss and the women were supposed to be "invited" out, but the coal boss was dressed in a trench coat and the security guards did not dare Acting recklessly and offending the nobles, let them stay where they are.

The outsiders are gone, the woman is no longer arrogant, her expression is haggard, and hoarse: "Dad brother, let you see the joke, I..."

The boss of Coal was painted with color on his face and laughed funny: "Don't say this between you and me."

The woman was silent for a moment, unable to suppress her emotions anymore, squatted down, clutching her hair and covering her face, crying bitterly: "Da brother, then, if I married you..."

The boss of Coal reluctantly twitched his mouth: "Don't blame you, I don't have any money back then."

"What is the use of a lot of money? I understand now. No matter how much money is, it won't warm people's hearts." The woman woke up painfully: "Da brother, I was wrong back then. My life has been ruined. I hope you don't repeat it. My mistake."

The woman hobbled away. The coal boss stood alone for a while, wiped the corners of his eyes, and walked away on crutches. The luxurious accessories hit each other, and the empty corridor echoed with a dull voice: "Why is money not important? The unsuccessful business is because the money is not in place."

But the word "love" has never been a business.

Until the desperate back of the coal boss disappeared from the field of vision, Wen Ai still put his eyes on the cat's eyes, and for a while, he was mixed. Unexpectedly, behind the three words of the boss of the coal, there is still such a realistic love tragedy hidden behind the money. In front of me, the gloomy funeral in the mountain village of South Yunnan, and the depressed and desperate faces appeared again.

Life and death in the world are so tough and decisive, leaving no room for maneuver.

Wen Ai was feeling sentimental. Suddenly, his waist tightened, and the world revolved, being pressed on the bed by a steaming strong body. He pulled out his hand and struggled slightly: "Wait, I'll tell you something!"

Wang Jue blocked his mouth impatiently: "I'll talk about it when you are done!"

Wen Ai pushed his head away and quickly recounted what had just happened.

Wang Jue couldn't help him, so he sat up naked and asked, "Do you still remember what we did in the mission world? Which life and death have never been experienced?"

Once the sixth farewell, one by one flashed in front of Wen Ai, and the sad corner of his heart suddenly brightened: "But it still failed to break us up, but it made our bond deeper and deeper."

"So--" Wang Jue pointed out his maze, "True love can span time and space, and even life and death. It's like the coal boss helping the eternal cinnabar mole in his heart without asking for return, just like the Wang family's little girl will remember for a lifetime Live the taste of wasabi potato chips."

Wen Ai nodded thoughtfully, and with a warm ear, Wang Jue's seductive voice floated in: "It's like I fall in love with you at first sight every time, just like you have never been cruel to me, just like-your body Will always remember me."

Was turned into a red wave, warm and lingering.

In the fierce rhythm of the unity of soul and body, the two are in harmony, regardless of each other.

Ai Yuemo is that Wang Jue can be optimistic against Wen Ai no matter when, where and what situation.