Hi EB, it was a misunderstanding!

([-]) The difference between A and V

Although he has no intention of falling in love, considering the various unreliable rumors of the IMF recently, Brandt feels that Jane's suggestion is still a bit reliable.

If you have a regular girlfriend, those bastards should restrain themselves, right? Ethan must also naturally understand that 'it was all a misunderstanding'.

With good expectations for future life, Brandt, under Jane's guidance, took off the three-piece suit he often wore, and put on a very flamboyant black T-shirt and tight leather pants prepared by Jane.

Seriously, for a 'civilian', this guy's figure is pretty good, and the curves on his hips and back are simply attractive.

Moreover, when Jane drew eyeliner on him on a whim, she almost screamed in surprise: "Brandt, you have pierced ears."

"On a mission..." Brandt muttered, and then, embarrassed, "doesn't look like a nice guy, does it?"

"No!" Jane said with sparkling eyes, "very sexy."

So she happily took out two small silver earrings and put them through...

Brandt seriously suspects that she has become her 'doll' at this moment, fully satisfying her desire to dress up.

But considering the very difficult mission that Jane had just completed recently, and she almost died, the staff officer didn't mind turning into a clown to amuse her, so he considerately decided to indulge this little hobby of his team members, making her face The smile stays longer.

"If you say go to the rich man now, I will definitely vote for you."

Jane was quite satisfied with her results. While teasing Brandt with a smile, she said with a smile, "How is it? It's a style you've never tried before, right?"

"It's okay...Actually, I used to dress up similarly for missions before, but now I'm older." Brandt also laughed, and his blue eyes looked at Jane inclusively, "Is this all right? It's kind of weird."

Jane's eyes flickered with curiosity about the 'previous tasks' that Brandt said.

But because of the 'principle of mission confidentiality', she obviously couldn't ask the staff officer.

So she suppressed her curiosity, lowered her head and rummaged in her dressing table for a while, and then, holding a black leather collar, she replied, "Add this one, what do you think?"

"No, no, that's too girly." Brandt hurriedly waved his hands, he let out a hoarse laugh, and the roots of his ears were a little red.

Although he condoned his partner's behavior at the beginning, he still dealt with earrings, collars and so on, which always felt too much.

He couldn't help leaning back, dodging Jane's hand, "Hey, Jane, stop making trouble, I'm really an old man. Besides, are you sure that your friend won't be scared to death if I dress up like this?"

"Absolutely not. My friend likes this flavor recently." Jane said with a serious smile, "She was stimulated a few days ago. It is said that she met a gay on a night date to deceive her feelings, and finally came to a conclusion inexplicably. Anyone who says they wear a suit is hypocritical prudence."

'Why does it feel a little familiar? '

Brandt blinked his big blue eyes, a little sympathy for the 'tricked girl'.

But he said in a fair evaluation: "But this is too extreme, not all people in suits are bad guys."

Jane said nonchalantly: "Don't worry about her, she can't adjust for a while. But don't worry, she is a sweet blonde girl, she is very beautiful, and she will not treat you badly."

Brandt smirked at his strange self in the mirror, even though he somehow felt something was wrong.

However, he attributed this feeling of uneasiness to 'unaccustomed to dressing too strangely'.

However, the goddess of luck has never favored this poor staff officer.

When Jane's friend, a blonde, appeared in high heels, the two looked at each other, dumbfounded.

"Sonofbitch! It's you again! Do you think I won't recognize you if you change out of your suit?" The blond girl was furious instantly, glaring: "Don't tell me, you fucking quarreled with your boyfriend again, and then, find someone to plead shield?"

"Uh...it's a small world... hello..." Poor Brandt sat red-faced in his chair, embarrassed as hell.

(Remember Brandt's 'date that was screwed up by Ethan and the Chief'? Well, that poor date, the blonde with no name, and the two bumped into each other again.)

"Between you..." Jane stretched out two index fingers, pointed at the two people respectively, and then touched them lightly. She raised her eyebrows and asked curiously, "Uh... Is there a story?"

"Ha! He asked me out last night, but he ended up kissing with his boyfriend in the car, playing my bastard." The blonde girl glared at her and cursed viciously, "Your boyfriend didn't fuck you Is it? You actually came out to cheat people's feelings again..."

This is really embarrassing.

Brandt just wanted to get under the table.

Jane tried to stop the girl, but she was also scolded, similar to 'pushing friends into the fire pit', 'helping gay honey to cheat people's feelings', this poor female agent had to learn after explaining countless times that she was not accepted Brandt, sitting there obediently, let the girl vent.

After the blonde girl finished scolding and left, Jane carefully glanced at the staff officer's miserable green face, and said, "Uh...Brandt..."

"Shutup! Don't ask me anything." Brandt looked blank.

Jane just sat there in silence.

After a while, Brandt rubbed his temples on his forehead to ease his emotions, "Thank you tonight, Jane. Your friend, I'm really sorry... and I'm sorry for bothering you."

"It's okay." Jane was considerate and didn't ask why. Compared with an ordinary friend, she believed in a companion who shared life and death with her.

Worked all night in vain.

Brandt sent Jane home.

When approaching the door of the house, Jane finally couldn't help turning her head, and said with concern: "Brandt, are you really okay? Today... when I put on makeup for you, your dark circles couldn't be covered... ..."

"It's just normal insomnia." Brandt sighed lowly, and he hung his head in frustration, "Sometimes when I fall asleep, I accidentally dream about that day... You know, Ethan's wife died very quickly Miserable...it's all my fault..."

Jane looked at him sympathetically, then took out a small medicine bottle from her bag, poured out two small white pills, spread them out in her palm, and handed them over, "Ambien, you take them back before going to bed. Eat it, at least tonight, sleep well!"

Brandt took the pills and smiled gently: "Thank you, Jane."

Jane leaned down tenderly and kissed him lightly on the cheek, "Sweet dream, Brandt."

The two said their goodbyes, and Brandt took a taxi home.

The house was empty, and he sat on the sofa for a while, in a daze, not wanting to do anything... He racked his brains, but couldn't figure out why life was so dramatic and unlucky recently...

After a long time, he simply poured a glass of water, swallowed the pills given by Jane, and planned to go back to bed and sleep until dawn without dreams. .

The phone rang untimely.

"Brandt, something happened to Ethan."

Benji's anxious voice sounded on the phone, and he quickly reported an address, asking Brandt to rush to help.

"Damn it." Brandt didn't care that he had just taken sleeping pills, got up from the bed, and rushed to that address.

But the strange thing is, maybe because I was too anxious, I didn't feel tired and sleepy at all on the way, but I was full of energy.

at the same time,

Benji was happily leaving a message on the phone at Ethan's home: Boss, give me a chance to wear a mask next time, I tricked Brandt, who has been avoiding you, to your home.

The beautiful agent Jane is holding two small medicine bottles in a daze. One medicine bottle has a capital A written on it, and the other medicine bottle has a capital V written on it. The two medicine bottles are very similar.

Just the difference is: one is Ambien, one is Viagra.

Ambien: A sleeping pill.

Viagra: Viagra.

PS. Fans who are familiar with JR probably know which stalk I borrowed 2333333333