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

"??? Huh? Women's clothing?" Binga was puzzled, he hadn't heard of any task. He took out his cell phone and saw that it was out of battery.

Then, he took out a disguise mask and put it on his face. Just as he was about to get a brown wig, he was interrupted by Vodka.

"Use the gold one."

Vodka feels like he is seeking benefits for big brother. Big brother likes golden curly hair the most, hehehe.

And she picked out a halter dress with a thigh-high slit, "And this."

"What is the mission?" Binga asked while changing his clothes. His cell phone was still charging, so he didn't check it.

"Hehehe," Vodka laughed foolishly, "Go ask my big brother, my big brother is waiting for you! I made some soup, you can have some too."

Binga just thought Vodka was weird and didn't think much about it. After all, he said he had a mission, and this Gin was still the hardworking Gin, so he changed his clothes and went straight next door.

Vodka did not follow, but locked the door of the safe house to create an opportunity for his elder brother and prevent Binga from escaping.

The eldest brother is the most powerful.

Hey!

Gin brought in a good-looking person and pulled her to the sofa. There must be no problem with what Vodka brought.

As soon as Binga entered the room, Gin pounced on him and pressed him down on the sofa. He seemed to have taken some medicine and his mind was not clear.

I originally wanted to kick him away, but I soon figured out why Vodka called me here, haha...

So he obediently cooperated with Gin's actions.

When Gin tore open the high-slit halter dress chosen by Vodka, he found that something had collided with him. His mind instantly became clear, and he jumped up from Binga, staring angrily at Binga who was lying on his side on the sofa, stretching his head with one hand and hooking his finger at him.

But I don’t know whether this anger is directed at Binga or at myself.

"roll!"

"Huh? Didn't you call me here? If you tell me to get out, I'll get out. That would be embarrassing. Believe it or not, I'll start a live broadcast..." Bing Jia lived to the point of killing 800 enemies and losing 1,000 of his own. "I'll title my live broadcast 'Gin refuses to admit his mistake', hehe..."

Gin now wished he could kill Binga. He was already furious, and now veins on his forehead were throbbing with anger, and the fire was half extinguished.

"What's that look in your eyes? You were quite proactive just now."

Binga deliberately exposed her legs from her skirt, and her legs dangling in the air swayed back and forth, constantly tempting Gin.

Gin closed his eyes and didn't want to say a word. He cursed Vodka, the idiot, hundreds of times in his heart, then turned and walked towards the entrance.

"Hey, are you going to set up the tent and go out?" Binga laughed as he lay on the sofa.

Gin ignored Binga and reached out to pull the door, but it didn't budge. He pulled it again, but it still didn't budge.

The door is locked!

This time Gin's face turned even darker.

Vodka, who was sitting at the door, heard the sound of the door opening, but was not moved at all. He continued to watch Yoko Okino's TV series with his tablet.

"Hehehe, I had the foresight to lock the door in advance to prevent Binga from running out. Hehehe, I will protect big brother's happiness."

Gin stood at the door and took a deep breath, then turned around and rushed to the bathroom. He thought that trusting a fool like Vodka was worse than trusting a pig to climb a tree. He was totally unreliable, so he had better rely on himself.

Binga saw Gin running to the door and then running out, he sneered and said disdainfully: "Tsk, why are you pretending? Is there anything on your body that I haven't seen before?"

Gin was frowning in the bathroom, very angry. The image of Binga lying on the sofa kept appearing in his mind. She was quite good-looking, with a great body proportion.

How about...give it a try?

When this thought flashed through his mind, Gin suddenly opened his eyes. He even suspected that his brain was damaged by the vodka soup he drank.

Finally, cool down by soaking yourself in cold water.

Binga charged his phone, then walked to the bathroom door, pushed it open and leaned against it, blowing a kiss to Gin, and said in a coquettish voice: "With such a beautiful woman like me, you actually take a cold bath, don't you like this look? This is the look that Vodka specially danced for you! Oh, by the way, it's easy to get rheumatism if you take a cold bath when you are old!"

Gin glanced at Binga, then closed his eyes again. The anger that had been suppressed just now rose again, and he said in an extremely cold voice: "Get out, get out, or I will make you shut up forever."

Binga chuckled a few times and had no intention of leaving. Instead, he teased Gin even more unscrupulously. The two of them had been together for so long that he was already familiar with what he liked most.

Seeing Gin's face becoming increasingly ugly, I wanted to give him a bullet and send him to see God.

And that idiot Vodka, I never knew he could be so deceiving.

Looking at Binga standing at the door with his hair curled by his fingers, she closed her eyes again. She couldn't look, she couldn't look. Her body had been separated from him for too long and was no longer under her control.

Binga came over, propped up the bathtub with his arms, and gently touched the cold water with his fingers. Water droplets slid down his slender fingers and landed on Gin's body.

"You are usually very enthusiastic and even whimpering, why are you so indifferent today? Is it because you can't lift the gun or you don't have any bullets loaded?"

The veins between Gin's eyebrows were throbbing. When he thought about the memories that had been forced into his mind and how they were seen by so many people, he wanted to find a piece of tofu to hit himself to death.

In the past, when faced with Binga's provocation, he was treated as a clown and would not provoke his emotions at all. But now...

Gin closed his eyes and rested, thinking of it as an experience for himself.

"Do you want me to help you? I understand you best." Binga whispered into Gin's ear with a charming voice, which was Gin's favorite voice. Her fingers fell on his shoulders and gently circled them.

Not only did Gin not feel disgusted, he was eager to try it and thought he could give it a try. Every time he had this thought, he wanted to slap himself in the face to wake himself up.

After Binga's constant harassment, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He grabbed Binga by the back of the head and dragged him directly into the bathtub, splashing water everywhere...

Binga pushed Gin away, tore off the disguise on his face, stood up from the bathtub like a water ghost, turned on the shower in front of Gin. This time Gin had given up all his thoughts.

Leave the bathroom and solve everything manually.

Binga happened to see this scene when he came out. The moment Gin turned around and saw him, he was so numb that he didn't even need to solve the problem anymore.

"Did I scare you? Go on."

Binga sat next to him with a smile on his face, not hiding his arrogant expression at all.

Sitting on the sofa, he poured himself a glass of wine and muttered in a voice that both of them could hear: "It's over. It seems that I won't be so energetic in the future."

"Get out." Gin gritted his teeth, quickly put on his clothes, took out his cell phone and sent a message to Vodka, asking him to come in.