Ming Ke: I'm exposing the truth in the winery, true and false

He actually suspected that he would become a gigolo!!!

Does he even know what he is talking about?

How could he possibly go...

"Actually, you don't have to worry about your life. I have a friend who is short of people in his company. I can introduce you to that company." Binga thought that he had guessed his thoughts, so he looked like he had seen a ghost.

"I'm doing my job!" Gin stressed seriously. No, if he didn't explain, Binga would think the organization was a gigolo parlor. "Don't let your imagination run wild, and don't say anything nonsense."

He also emphasized this sentence deliberately, for fear that when he opened his eyes the next day, he would receive a call from Vodka asking, "Brother, I heard that you became a gigolo."

"Yeah, yeah, I won't tell you, I won't tell you." Binga agreed perfunctorily, then stood up and walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of gin, took out two glasses from the cabinet, put ice balls on them and took them to the coffee table, shook them at his lover, and asked, "Would you like to drink?"

"H...I haven't eaten yet. I'll go make you something to eat." Gin had a sullen face. He was angry about Binga treating him like a gigolo. He was very angry, but he invited him to drink. Wouldn't he be able to do whatever he wanted after drinking?

Binga has given in to me, so I won't bother with him. At least he should eat something before drinking to avoid stomach discomfort after drinking. He has experience in this.

"Oh, I'll eat the tomato-flavored potato chips." Binga leaned on the pillow, poured gin into two cups, and stirred it a few times with a stirring stick.

Gin came out of the kitchen, dragging two wooden trays with scones, hot dogs, croissants, olives, potato chips, mangoes, strawberries, watermelons...

Binga tapped the cup, motioning for him to join him.

Gin did not take the wine on the coffee table, but sat next to Binga, held his hand, and drank the wine in his glass.

"I was blacking out from drinking and didn't know what I was going to do."

Gin had prepared an excuse in advance, telling him not to be too surprised if he did anything after drinking, because it was all the alcohol's fault anyway.

"Oh, it's okay, let's celebrate our upcoming work." Binga squinted his eyes, drank the wine in the glass, cut it with a knife and fork, moved the scone away and raised it to Kurosawa Jin's mouth, "You have a bad stomach, eat something before drinking."

"Yeah." Gin was very cooperative and a little proud, thinking that Binga still had some conscience.

But on second thought, Binga was concerned about Kurosawa Jin, not Gin!

Why can't they be a little nicer to him? Not to mention show some concern, at least they can communicate with him? They can't even communicate peacefully.

The only communication was on the training ground.

Gin drank the lower half of the bottle of gin, then leaned on Binga's shoulder, his hands were out of control, but he was very sensible, he touched what he should touch and didn't touch what he shouldn't touch.

Binga: ...

Binga touched Kurosawa Jin's head and thought, that's all. Anyway, it's impossible for him to waste his energy to satisfy what he wanted. He came here to enjoy himself.

You can take a look, but there's nothing else you can do. What he has, I also have, and what he doesn't have, I also don't have.

As for Gin, it doesn’t matter whether you have it or not. Even if you don’t have it, you have to solve the current problem.

(......Omitted one thousand words)

It was already late at night when Binga opened his eyes, and saw his lover, who was clinging to him, trying to push aside, but she didn't move away, and he held her tighter.

"Hey, let go."

Gin pretended not to hear, sniffed the faint fragrance on Binga's body, frowned slightly, and began to doubt whether such a smell on him would really not be discovered?

The killers are not allowed to have any smell on their bodies anyway.

Of course, he didn't really follow it.

But Binga has been doing intelligence lurking missions all the time, and he smells so good that even if he changes his face, he can be found based on the smell on his body.

Even if people can't smell it, police dogs can always find it.

What a careless move.

Binga glanced at his lover who was pretending to be asleep. He knew whether he was really sleeping or not, so he could hide it from him.

"Get up, have some midnight snack." He pulled one arm out of his lover's arm, rubbed his wrist, and pushed him a few times, "Stop pretending."

Gin slowly opened his eyes, but only opened his eyes. The rest of his body remained intact. He still held Binga by his side, thinking that he wanted to go out and have fun again. He said unhappily, "Let's go out and eat?"

"No, I'm very tired. Go and cook me a bowl of noodles." Binga didn't want to go out at all. He left his lover alone at home in the middle of the night. When he came back, he was so scared that he started to sob.

There's really nothing you can do against him.

"Yeah." Gin let go of his hand only after getting a satisfactory answer. When he stood up, he kissed Binga's eye corner, quickly got out of the quilt, pulled up his pajamas and put them on.

Binga sighed when he saw his lover's good figure. This figure didn't look like that of a weak and helpless person at all.

Come to think of it, he is a man after all, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to break the brick on Akai Shuichi.

Gin raised his eyebrows proudly, very satisfied with Binga's reaction. He liked the look in his eyes that openly and undisguisedly greedily desired his body.

Although Vermouth also desires his body, she always covers it up with disgusting admiration, which makes people feel sick.

He still liked Binga's straightforward gaze.

Thinking of the hidden temptation in Vodka's instructions, he turned and left the room.

Given his personality, he would not do such a thing and would act on instinct.

Now it seems that my previous approach was wrong.

Binga was pulled up from the bed, pulled at her nightgown, and immediately took it off and changed into home clothes after Gin left the room.

Standing in front of the mirror, she tied up her hair and put on the wig again. As for disguise, forget it, since her lover is face-blind and has some brain problems.

He was so obviously a man, but he didn't even notice.

This is either a problem with the brain or just the result of sleeping soundly for thirty years.

Binga stretched and left the room, rubbing his wrist as he went downstairs. As soon as he walked into the living room, he smelled the aroma of food, which tempted his taste buds.