White lotus boyfriend doesn't want to break up

Because Huo Mingchi had something on his mind, he sat in the living room for a whole day.

Until the night deepens.

His face was tired, his eyes were dull, and he was nestled deep on the sofa, completely devoid of his usual handsome and upright spirit.

But when the door of the speed elevator opened, Huo Mingchi was still closed in his own thoughts and lost in thought, surrounded by nothing but little Gail.

He thought a lot that day, but some appalling conjectures just came to the fore, and he suppressed them by himself.Rather than not daring to think about it, it is better to say that he is avoiding some truths that may have happened.

When the sofa under him suddenly sank, and the faint smell of alcohol surrounded him, Huo Mingchi calmed down the complicated emotions in his eyes, and turned his head to look at the young man who had just sat down.

"You don't seem very happy." The corners of Mudia's lips slightly curved into a half-moon shape, as gentle as running water, and the corners of his eyes and brows were naturally charming.

Compared with the listless man, he looked much more energetic. He even reached for the freezer jug ​​on the table and poured himself a cup of delicious fresh milk.

When Huo Mingchi saw Mudia lowered his head to take a sip, almost every strand of hair was jumping with dazzling light.

The man was so fascinated by the brilliant golden light that he blinked uncontrollably. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyelids for a while, but secretly sighed—Mudia is really as described in the book, no matter when and where, No matter what kind of situation he is in, he can be elegant and noble, and his beauty is eye-catching.

After Mudia drank the whole glass of milk, Huo Mingchi said, "I've thought about it for a long time, since you are the same person, why Gail can't understand things that you can easily see through ?”

After hearing this, Mudia raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Good question." He smiled, put the empty milk glass back on the table lightly, and threw out the answer without much thought, "Sometimes it's not I don’t understand, but the prickly prickly pear thrown by others is too thorny, even though you know it’s a fake handicraft, when you catch it, there’s no shortage of places that should hurt, right?”

Huo Mingchi opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, he just looked at him and waited for the follow-up.

Mudia also turned sideways, put his elbows on the sofa, pouted his head and said lazily, "I used to put love very seriously, and I couldn't tolerate a little sand in my eyes. If we love each other enough, it's okay, then we won't You will become anxious about gains and losses, and you will be in self-comfort and comfort all day long, and anyone can see that this is an endless loop."

He smiled again as he spoke, "But don't worry, the little idiot will find a good reason for you to get off the crime tomorrow morning, and stick back to you spontaneously."

Huo Mingchi looked at Mudia dumbfoundedly. This sentence seemed to be teasing the relationship between the two, but it was actually more like a young man laughing at himself.

They sit face to face on the same sofa, so close that even the sound of each other's breathing can be clearly heard, and even if one of them pokes his head forward a little, he can easily kiss the other's lips .

If there seems to be no smell of alcohol mixed with the fragrance of milk lingering on the noses of the two, it is really like warm wind blowing on the face, making the man a little drunk.

His Adam's apple moved up and down, and his mouth was inexplicably dry.

Realizing that something was wrong, Huo Mingchi quickly looked away, and by stroking his forehead, he tilted his body unobtrusively to the side, successfully opening the distance between the two.

In fact, after hearing what the big bitch Bei said in a tepid way, his previously heavy heart instantly lightened, and he miraculously recovered to his best state. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was resurrected with full blood.

Huo Mingchi suddenly felt that there might be some kind of unknown magical power in Mudia.

"What about you?" Huo Mingchi asked, "When I received those photos..." He suddenly wanted to know Mudia's thoughts, and maybe he could understand the reason for Gail's temper.

Mudia nodded frankly, "Of course I'm angry, but the result of being angry seems to only push my delay further and further? Then there's really no need to be angry, life is still going on, and whether you are angry or not, I can't stop myself from loving you—since the result is the same, why not choose an attitude that makes me and you feel relaxed and happy to look at this matter?"

Huo Mingchi listened to his words, and after a moment of silence, he turned his head and asked, "Why do I think your temper has improved a lot recently?"

Mudia: "Is this not good?"

"It's not good to say it." Huo Mingchi laughed to himself, raised his hand and touched his chin, and said abruptly, "It just sets off my little Gail too badly."

Unexpectedly, Mudia also nodded and agreed, "It's very bad."

Huo Mingchi frowned, and immediately lost the intention of talking further, he put down his hands, stood up and said, "Let's go, let's fulfill your promise last night."

Mudiay sat on the sofa without moving, "I have someone bring him here, and he should be on the way now."

Huo Mingchi walked up to him and asked, "Have you really made up your mind?"

Mudia replied: "Hatred is not a good thing. It can corrupt a person's soul. I hope to use this opportunity to get rid of it completely."

Huo Mingchi nodded secretly, Xin Dao is indeed a reborn hero who is rational first, every decision has his own considerations, and he will never let himself be led by the nose by anyone.

Unless he agrees with that 'anyone'.

Huo Mingchi felt that he happened to meet this 'coincidence', and he really didn't know whether to be lucky or to...

"Darling, what's the matter?" Mudia had been paying attention to the expression on the man's face, so he naturally didn't miss the momentary change in the man's black eyes.

Huo Mingchi laughed, moved his feet and sat back beside the young man again, "I'm wondering when Qin Tianming will arrive."

Mudia opened the watch and pulled it out to look at it, then smiled and said, "It's already here."

Huo Mingchi turned his head to look in the direction of the high-speed elevator. As expected, he heard a ding, and sat up straight, ready to fight.

The orderly pace was accompanied by the friction sound of heavy objects being dragged on the ground, and a row of soldiers carried an unkempt man who was already too thin to be human and came in front of the two of them.

Qin Tianming was lying on the ground, trembling uncontrollably. His hair covered his entire face like weeds, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

Mudia's face was indifferent, he looked at Qin Tianming, who was shaking like chaff, indifferently, as if looking at an irrelevant stranger.

"Qin Tianming, it's time to end all of this..." Mudia sighed softly, and at some point, an X-ray gun was added to his hand.

The X-ray gun kills people invisible without seeing blood. It shoots X-rays at the head of the target until the target falls, leaving only a black spot the size of a pinhole on the forehead. It can be said to give the corpse the greatest integrity. Died very decently.

There used to be a serial killer who admired the aesthetics of the human body. In order not to damage the integrity of the corpse, he only favored the use of X-ray guns as his secret murder weapon.

When the man on the ground waited for that sentence, he relaxed. He stopped shaking, stretched out his bloody hand and drew a simple smiling face on the ground.

Huo Mingchi looked at the three crooked blood lines on the ground, and felt that the position of his heart was very sore. It was because he had read the whole book and had similar nightmares that he could empathize with Qin Tianming. Fear and despair after the catch.

This man is tortured, every day, every hour, every minute, every second is in physical pain, he wants to cry, but he can't; he wants to see what the tool of torture is, but he can't The eyes... there is only endless torture, and lingering darkness.

He would rather die than live, but Mudia wanted him to live and experience the cruelest torture in the world.

Qin Tianming lived like this until the end of the whole book, and was killed by the male protagonist who was determined to let go of the past.

Even the author of "Interstellar Avengers" commented on Qin Tianming - he is the root of all this, and only when he dies can the thread called hatred that was strangled into Mudia's heart be broken and eliminated.

This is also the reason why Huo Mingchi insisted on asking Mudiay to kill him.

Although he had made preparations in his heart beforehand, when the soldier grabbed Qin Tianming's hair and exposed his face hidden between his arms, Huo Mingchi's heart still skipped a beat. Yanlu could not bear to turn his face to the side, and even the hand on his lap involuntarily clenched into a fist.

"Chichi, look at me." Mudia's voice suddenly sounded beside him, making his body tremble reflexively like a thunderbolt.

Even if he turned his head away deliberately, Qin Tianming's current face was still imprinted in his mind—no, it can't be called a face anymore!

Mudia saw that Huo Mingchi's pale lips were instantly pale as paper. Although the man's face was still the same as usual, the whitish knuckles and the fine sweat on his forehead still revealed his state of mind at this time.

He was afraid of him, this fact made Mudiay feel a dull pain in his heart, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Yes, what he did to Qin Tianming was too cruel in the eyes of any 'normal person', and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was inhumane.

"Get him done." Huo Mingchi, who had finally suppressed the discomfort in his heart, turned his face around and said as calmly as possible.

Mudia smartly didn't talk too much nonsense, raised his hand and shot Qin Tianming's tentatively peaceful face.

When the skeleton-like body fell to the ground, Huo Mingchi's tense body relaxed a little.

He habitually touched his trouser pocket, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, bit it between his lips and quickly lit it with a lighter.

Immediately after inhaling and taking a sip, the smoke was lingering, and the nicotine passed over the root of the tongue and entered the throat, burning the lungs and irritatingly.

Huo Mingchi raised his hands to undo the two buttons of his neckline, sat in a slack posture, stretched his right leg slightly, and rested his arm on his left thigh.

"Take the body to the funeral home."

When Mudia said this, the man raised his hand and took the cigarette butt from his lips, and swayed it up and down between his fingers, his deep black eyes drooped in silence.

When the soldiers left, the living room was left with the two of them again.

Qin Tianming didn't leave any marks here, not even a drop of blood on the floor.

But Huo Mingchi still couldn't sit still, he extinguished the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can under the table, stood up and said nonchalantly to Mudia, "Sorry, I want to go back down."

Mudia turned his head to look at him, "I thought you could accept everything about me, but your reaction made me regret bringing him in front of you."

Huo Mingchi's expression still didn't warm up, he stood still with his back facing the young man, his back was as stiff as an iron plate.

Mudia stood up, walked to the side of the man with an unknown attitude and sighed softly, "Ancestor, please don't be afraid of me~"

Huo Mingchi turned his eyes, and it was a pair of blue eyes full of sadness that surprised him in an instant.

At this time, Mudia is soft, reserved, and melancholy, which reminds Huo Mingchi of the melancholy young man he saw in the movie before, holding an accordion, sitting on the field outside Moscow, humming softly. .