dream eater

After Jiang Heran came to a country far away from the hemisphere, he patronized diving and surfing, and he didn't get over the jet lag. He was played by Fan Tian last night.After half asleep, it was dawn.At this moment, there was a sudden reaction of acclimatization, general weakness, dizziness and nausea.

Jiang Heran huddled under the quilt lifelessly, pretending not to hear Fan Tian's words.

Fan Tian put the tray containing milk and bread on the bedside cabinet.

After a while, there was a soft knock of the door closing in the room.

Jiang impressively kicked off the quilt, and the angry and sulking person who got up, raised his hand and smashed the still warm sweet milk towards the door.

There was a faint spicy smell of curry in the house, and the host prepared "hometown" food for them in a very hospitable way. Jiang, who was irritated by the smell of spices, had already lost his temper once.

"Go away, don't come back again."

The person who was told to leave still came back.

Fan Tian pushed open the door and did not respond to the shattered glass shards on the ground. The soles of his shoes avoided the milk stains on the ground, and presented the third food of the morning to Jiang Heran.

On the plate is a lighter Chinese breakfast.A small cage of steamed dumplings with vegetarian fillings, delicate and refreshing side dishes, and sweetened soy milk steaming to give off a warm aroma.

Fan Tian changed into a suit of plain and simple exotic clothes, from the loose gown to the trousers, they were all in a pure white color, with lowered eyebrows and restrained eyes, as if enshrining the most devout believers of the gods in the temple.

"Eat something to feel better."

Jiang Heran didn't tell Fan Tian that he was unwell, Fan Tian guessed it carefully - Jiang Heran is not a difficult master, only when he is sick, his temper will be as unpredictable as a single-digit child.

Fan Tian's attention was not out of caring, but with the purpose of knowing himself and the enemy.

After realizing this, Jiang Heran no longer coveted any warmth from him.

Jiang Heran had a smile that Fan Tian couldn't understand, "I feel good and it's not good for you, I'll just say what you want after I die."

The tray containing the bread was overturned on the ground at this time, and Fan Tian put the food in the same place as before.

The man who was planning to resign paused for a moment, and suddenly put his palm on Jiang Heran's forehead.

The audience is not present, and the actors are not in the mood to cooperate with the opposite play.

Jiang Heran's face turned violent, and the leader who was offended quickly grabbed the opponent's arm, without any sign of weakness, and violently twisted Fan Tian's arms and fell on the bed.

Judging from the strength, it seems that he will not die for a while.

The veins on the back of Fan Tian's hands twitched a bit, and he suppressed the urge to fight back. His voice came out from the quilt indistinctly, in a low voice, very similar to his nasal coquettish voice during sleepwalking, "You have a low fever."

Jiang impressively loosened his grip on Fan Tian.

Jiang Heran, who is proud and self-reliant, allowed Fan Tian's arrogance two years ago. Since then, Night Tour is Night Tour. Jiang Heran can accompany Fan Tian in dreams, but he will not accompany him to wake up.

Fan Tian also didn't know why he went to Zhajiang to assassinate him impressively.

It seemed that when he saw the sickly redness on Jiang Heran's face, his subconscious behavior had already touched the other's warm forehead when his conscious reaction came to him.

"Just take a rest and don't bother me."

Jiang Heran's already dizzy mind became even more confused during the scuffle, so that he didn't notice that the open front of his clothes was exposing the scenery on his chest.

Fan Tian, ​​who was used to looking at him from this angle, stared blankly at the traces of indulgence on the other's chest, and the man who was never happy showed his brows together in surprise.

Jiang Heran, who doesn't know how to dress properly, didn't have such glaring marks on his body when he came out of the shower last night. Even if the leader who didn't act according to common sense came up madly to meet his lover in the middle of the night, it shouldn't be because of his body being smothered. Leaving bruised and purple finger marks, looking carefully, the bulging breasts on the tough pectoral muscles are still slightly swollen.

Jiang impressively drank the soy milk, relieved his cramped stomach due to acclimatization, and when the clothes slid off his shoulders, he finally noticed his leaked spring.Fan Tian had already looked away calmly, Jiang Heran casually closed his clothes, and covered himself in the quilt again.

The existence of the finger marks was bizarre enough, and Fan Tian secretly guessed under what circumstances the marks were carved, the consciousness in the back of his mind directly skipped all kinds of conjectures, and felt an inexplicable sense of participation on these bruises.

When the absurd dream and the absurd reality overlap, the conclusions drawn from mutual support, the crazier the closer to the truth.

Those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to madness are demons.Fan Tian looked at the person who was huddled on the bed with his back turned to him, and suddenly a strong beast's most primitive desire to conquer arose in his heart.

The wolves compete for the leader who occupies the apex through a duel. The ambitious adopted son impulsively wants to challenge the authority of the leader.

Jiang Heran, who was on the soft bed, fell into a deep sleep unguardedly under his long silence.

The half face protruding from the quilt had a sleeping face, and a strand of hair was wetly pasted on the forehead he had just touched.The treacherous and impermanent nature of the world is roughly like this—words such as innocent and harmless can one day be used to describe Jiang Heran.

Fan Tian with dark eyes slowly loosened his clenched fist.

A vicious beast that has already reached the pinnacle of the wolf pack will not be satisfied with the morsel of meat in front of it.

The hunter, who was eyeing the entire "dining table", patiently stalked back to the dark place, and slowly exited the room.

Third night of networking dinner.The cups touched lightly, the music was melodious, and when the cups were intertwined, loud explosions suddenly came from all around the banquet hall.

At the same second when the elegant expressions on the faces of the guests were distorted by panic, on the stage of the banquet hall, the most favored little daughter of the host family, surrounded by stars and moon, suddenly let out a sharp cry, and the body on her body The princess dress was then dyed bright red.

Jiang Heran raised his foot lightly, and the blasting remote control under his feet was kicked into the gap of the table far away from his position like a pass by the startled crowd.

Fan Tian, ​​who was in a blind spot of monitoring, fought back and put the bow and crossbow into the wide cuffs of his clothes. In order to prevent being checked by security when he evacuated, he stepped forward to find his "wife", and took the action of embracing the people around him, and took the tools of the crime. Throw it into a leafy green plant pot.

"It's too dark to start, the target is a girl anyway." Jiang Heran slightly raised his eyebrows, if it wasn't for the professional accomplishment of "seeking things in his position" and maintaining the current personality, he might whistle, "And I didn't ask you to shoot yourself in the head, so why did you slap me in the face?"

Under the cover of blasting sounds from all sides, apart from the instigator, even the occupational security personnel hired to strengthen safety protection did not notice where the "cold arrow" shot at the girl a second later came from.

Fan Tianping said, "I'm used to it."

The moment the host saw the crying daughter, his face turned as pale as if he had been bloodletted.However, the male host's buzzing brain realized later that the red mark on the daughter's forehead was only a cherry that burst under the charged shot.

However, the current visual effects and deterrent force have already made this male protagonist who loves his daughter like his life feel that he has died once.

What's more, since the other party can wantonly destroy his banquet and "joke" with his beloved daughter, the joke may also come true.

The killer is just the knife of the employer. He knew who sent the "knife" and the male master didn't even conduct a more detailed investigation of the disruptors in the arena. He didn't even bother to apologize to the guests wholeheartedly. Shoutout's dastardly competitor initiates negotiations.

The "surprise" was successfully signed for, and He Jing and Jiang Heran who came to meet him sat in the back of the car together, and Fan Tian consciously sat in the driver's seat and drove.

The car owner, who is covered with rose-red decorations and has broken diamonds on the seams of the steering wheel airbag, is obviously a woman whose taste and safety awareness need to be improved.The taste of Tsurui, who hooked up with this woman to get this car, is also questionable.

Tsurui, whose taste is questionable, praised Jiang Heran's women's clothing as usual, until Jiang Heran lost his confidence and wanted to kick him out of the car.

Jiang, who was not fully recovered, slanted his body, his sensitive "dog nose" wrinkled, and instructed Fan Tian to spread all kinds of strong-scented flower, fruit, and woody car fragrances in the car along the car window. Throw it into the bay under the bridge.

It can be said that it is very unethical and environmentally friendly.

He Jing handed the cushion on his side to Jiang Heran, and said softly, "Is the chief sick? You don't look well."

Leader Jiang shook his head wearily, "It may be that the body is not used to changing the water and soil."

Jiang Heran went to the doctor in a hurry, "Do you have any medicine for treatment?"

What is the difference between asking for medicine from a professional poisoner and feeding rat poison to a sick mouse?

Tsurui, who walks the rivers and lakes in the image of a doctor, selects a bottle of medicine from the medical kit he carries with him, and smiles with his eyes bent, "Take this, and you will forget about your discomfort in a wonderful illusion."

Jiang Heran really reached out to take it, and casually discussed the efficacy of the medicine with his "attending physician", "What are the side effects? Will it be addiction or heart and limb paralysis?"

The substances that are hallucinogenic to the human body are generally neurotoxins. Tsurui is a poison pharmacist who does not follow common sense. "He vomits blood and dies of organ failure."

When delivering the medicine, Tsurui switched the medicine bottle to another one hidden in the palm of his hand, and poured two pills into Jiang Heran's hand.

Jiang Heran didn't pay much attention to his small movements, and poured the pill into his mouth without looking at it, chewed it and swallowed it.

The slightly citric-sweet pills are as harmless as the bunny-shaped appearance, and they are vitamins prepared by Tsurui, who is often allergic to flowers, to relieve skin allergies.

Chief Jiang who generously "takes the poison" aftertaste the taste, stretched out his paw again, "Two more tablets."

The driver in the front row silently withdrew his gaze from the rearview mirror.

As if responding to the gaze, Tsurui squinted his eyes, and suddenly put out a respectful voice, "To be honest, I always feel flattered and uncomfortable when asked him to drive—it always makes me feel uncomfortable." I want to say hello to him, and replace the driver and passenger with him." He was referring to Fan Tian, ​​but he was speaking to Jiang Heran.

The allusion is the former leader.

When sitting in the back row of the car and looking at the driver in front from the rearview mirror, you can only see the other party's narrow eyes from the narrow mirror.

Looking back in this way, Jiang Heran, who could distinguish the differences in the pupil background and eyes of the two, was a little dazed.

It's so convincing that you've come back from the dead.

It was as if the moonlight in his heart had returned to his side.

So much so that Fan Tian almost became Jiang Heran's full-time driver during the time when he first met.The two aimlessly drove around every street in the city.

As for the fact that he was just a stand-in, Fan Tian knew from the very beginning.

So even though Jiang Heran never treated him harshly, and even treated him unusually well, the thoughtful "substitute" always let him entrust his emotions, but he didn't feel it.Little did they know that long ago, among the preferences given by the other party, he was already the rightful master.

The "stand-in" failed to take over, and no one could replace the position of the second-generation leader in Jiang Heran's heart.

That is the plot of imprinted chicks that will always exist in the trajectory of life along with the old days. It is love and admiration, not love or sexual desire.

His sincerity was regarded as worthless, and to Jiang Heran himself, it was also not worth mentioning.

Love and sexual desire are the most useless things to Jiang Heran.

They are all sober.

People often say that dreams are opposite to reality.

In "Dream" they are the exact opposite.