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

It’s all because of that damn woman Vermouth.

By the way, whether he had an affair with Vermouth or not, there is no memory of this at all. In his memory, he was either doing tasks or drinking with Vodka in the bar.

If you want to talk about who he is having an affair with, it is more credible to say it is with Vodka.

Back at the house in Beika Town, Gin put Binga on the bed, went to the tea room to fill a thermos with warm water and took it to the bedroom upstairs, then sat on the edge of the bed. When he heard the sound of his cell phone, he opened it and checked his emails, then changed from sitting to lying down.

"Hey, I want to tell you something, it's just...um..." Binga was about to say that he would give his lover some money, but everyone went their separate ways, and then his mouth was covered with a slap.

"I don't want to listen." Gin pressed Binga's mouth, trying to stop him from saying a word. He wouldn't agree anyway, so it was useless to say it, so he might as well let him hold it in.

Binga was speechless. This guy is so childish. Should he buy him an extra insurance?

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm, Mmmmm." Binga motioned for him to take his hand away so that they could discuss it further.

"Oh." Gin took his hand away, picked up the thermos, put it to Binga's mouth and started pouring water into it, then covered his mouth himself to prevent him from speaking.

Binga: ...

Binga pushed the man away, and in order to prevent his lover from cheating, he quickly said, "I'll give you some money and we'll part ways."

"Then I will use this wallet to support you and we won't leave." Gin acted like he was adamant and it was impossible for him to leave, even if he died.

"Do I need your money? Am I going to give in just for this little money?"

Binga cursed loudly. If he hadn't been weak from drinking fake wine, he would have beaten the man up and given him some money, which would have been the most he could do.

"Then you continue to support me."

Gin spoke with such confidence that Binga was choked.

"This house and the shop downstairs are for you. I'll give you some money for your retirement, and we'll part ways tomorrow." Binga's eyebrows were twitching. He never thought that this little lover was so difficult to deal with.

Gin suppressed the urge to kill, sorted out the expression on his face, and put on a pitiful expression, "No, if you disappear, I will call the police to find you, you can't abandon me."

"When we have a child, you..." Gin suddenly realized that the line was wrong. How could he and Binga have a child? He confirmed every word Vodka gave him again. His face suddenly became extremely ugly. What's wrong with this loser? He has already said the first half of the sentence, how can he make up for the second half, "You, you...you...you didn't hear anything!"

I can't make it up. I simply can't figure out how to explain it. He is not a person who likes to explain.

"Um..." Binga felt that his lover might have been deceived. He had said everything he needed to say. He didn't want to say anything more. He would leave tomorrow and that would be it. "Just... be happy."

"Oh, okay!" Gin thought Binga agreed to do whatever he wanted, and then began to take off the things covering his body.

Binga tried to cover his vest and resisted hard, but the fake wine was too powerful and Gin was too fast, so his scarf and collar were all untied.

Now Binga lay down, relieved, his vest fell off, and he stopped resisting. His eyes returned to the carefree and unrestrained look he had in the organization, even a little bit of a scumbag, and he just stared at the little lover with Gin's face in front of him with amusement.

See what you are like now, whether you agree to break up or not.

Gin noticed the change in Binga's eyes and quickly responded in the best way for himself. He first showed a surprised expression, then fell into thought, and finally suddenly realized something.

Then he lowered his eyes and looked at Binga.

Binga's eyelids twitched when he saw his expression of sudden realization, but before he could say anything, he heard the meaning of Gin's expression.

"I understand everything."

"What do you know..." Binga's mouth twitched. If he hadn't drunk fake wine, he would have kicked the man down and beat him to death.

"You're a cross-dresser." Gin said firmly, "I can't have children, but I don't mind."

The veins on Binga's forehead were throbbing. What did he hear? His lover said he had a special fetish and he didn't mind it. NMB!!!

"You, right now, immediately, quickly, get out of here for me--" Binga said gritting his teeth.

"Oh, I'll take you with me." Gin hugged Binga and rolled from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed. He stared at Binga with clear eyes and asked, "Are you still rolling? I see you don't look very comfortable."

Binga was dizzy from being shaken. He didn't even open his eyes. He waved his hands, closed his eyes, hummed a few times, and lay motionless on the bed.

It’s so uncomfortable. It’s really so uncomfortable.

I was already dizzy, and now I feel even more dizzy, with the head spinning.

I don’t want to say anything, I just want to be quiet.

"Oh, I'll help you remove your makeup, you take a rest." Gin got up and went to the bathroom to find a makeup remover wipe, then removed the makeup on Binga's face, went back to the bathroom to take a shower, and then returned to bed.

The next morning.

Binga has fully recovered and no longer feels dizzy or blurry.

But the huge hook weighing more than 100 kilograms on his body made it difficult for him to breathe.

"Hey, get up, do you want to crush me to death?"

Gin didn't move. He knew that Binga's core abilities were very strong and he could easily take him off the ground, so he didn't believe what he said at all.

But he didn't want to be suppressed by himself, so he turned over and changed positions.

"Is this okay? Will it hurt you?"

Gin stared at Binga. Although he asked this, he didn't care. Instead, he wanted to press the man tightly against himself and merge into chaos with him.

Binga: ...He's being a handsome hooligan, acting like a hooligan in front of Gin's face!

"Hey~ You look really appetizing like this???!"

Binga's voice changed from female to male. He raised his hand to grab the wig on his head and threw it to the ground casually. He pinched Gin's chin, squinted his eyes and looked at him, with a villain-like smile on his lips.

"But... I'm afraid I can't have dinner with you today."

As soon as she finished speaking, she released her grip on Gin's chin, stroked his jaw with her slender fingertips and gently hooked it, then she stood up with a hum, grabbed the bathrobe on the sofa and put it on, turned her head slightly when she went out, winked at Gin very casually, and left without any reluctance.

After Binga left the room, Gin's mouth corners were obviously raised, but his happiness lasted only three seconds. He picked up his phone to switch the system and saw the email from 66+. The corners of his mouth slightly dropped and the atmosphere around him became cold.

In the kitchen, Binga first made himself a cup of iced American coffee, took out two hot dogs from the refrigerator and heated them up, and then grabbed a handful of cherry tomatoes and strawberries and put them in the salad bowl.

A good mood starts with breakfast.

It took an hour for Gin to finish his work.

Seeing the breakfast on the dining table and Binga working beside it, the gloom just now was swept away.

As long as I am doing well at work, I won't think about breaking up with him.

Breaking up is impossible in this life.

Death is impossible.

Oh, he can forget about it in this life.

But now he still maintained an innocent and gentle attitude, sat at the dining table, and praised: "The breakfast you made is delicious!"

"Well, you do it from now on!" Binga followed up with a sentence. The little lover still needed to be trained and should serve him well in the future. Anyway, it was impossible for him to serve others.

Gin paused with his hand holding the fork. Shouldn't he say, "I'll make it for you every day from now on?"

How come Vodka can't even do such a small thing as predicting behavior? He is such a loser. It seems that he has been too lax recently.

Binga didn't hear the other party's answer, so he slowly raised his head, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why? You don't want to?"