On Uncle's Darkness

Mo Que is a person who likes white, but sometimes he has to wear a black suit because there is only one reason, that is, black can cover up the color of blood.

At this time, he was sitting on the bed, looking far away, looking at the beautiful night scene outside the window, but he didn't have the slightest sense of leisure and elegance to appreciate it.

It's a bit silly to like someone for more than ten years, but in the end...in the end, Qin Zhan still won, didn't he?Won his little nephew, won his true love.

Is ten years old?

he asked himself.

In fact, he wanted to divide this period of time into an interval. The time when Qin Zhan was with him was simply too short, and he, like an increasing function in a function, kept rising, whether it was experience or happiness.The days without Qin Zhan have been aimless for a long time. He feels that life is meaningless, just like a decreasing function, and he keeps declining.

When killing people with no expression, when listening to the other party's viscera being pierced and stabbed, when pretending to be smiling brightly.He is really in pain, and sometimes he thinks that maybe it should be terminated, but what to do, this is like a game, once it starts, it will lose, and if it loses, it will end.But he hasn't lost yet...

If he doesn't want to lose, don't end.

When he finally let them go, seeing Qin Zhan's painful expression, he thought, he lost, he lost already, but he didn't want to admit it.

He still remembers the day when he met Qin Zhan. At that time, he wanted to occupy him without any scruples. It was the first time he performed a mission with Qin Zhan. It was the first time he killed someone. He stubbornly wanted to cover up his fragility and fear. .But when he saw Qin Zhan next to him with a nonchalant expression on his face, he thought at that time, if he had this man, would he have the whole world.

Everything was wrong, and later, everything was lost.

Closing his peach-like eyes, he buried his head in his arms helplessly, looking at the darkness in front of him, just as he was about to raise his head, he heard the sound of the door opening.

The voice of the man walking over was very clear, step by step, calm and powerful.

Mo Que didn't want to open his eyes, and was about to pretend not to know and avoid the person who came, when the person approached.

The man sat on the soft bed beside Mo Quin, so close that he could hear each other's breathing.

Mo Qun buried his head even deeper, his shiny black hair was in a mess, and suddenly felt a burst of sadness. He is the mafia boss, the leader of the underworld, and he is afraid of this little bodyguard!

Just as he was about to raise his head, he was hugged. It was a warm and strong hug, mixed with a masculine breath, very refreshing.

Mo Que unconsciously rubbed against the other person's chest, it was really warm and he didn't want to leave.After a while, I heard a mellow chuckle from above,

He said: "Stay with me, I will love you and protect you."

Mo Que rubbed his eyes: "Damn Mu Er, I'm the one who protects you!"

The author has something to say: Mo Que is also a poor person, so why bother to insist on the same sentence?