After being possessed by a boss, I became popular all over the Internet

Meng Wen was caught off guard by the embrace, and he couldn't help but staggered backwards, his back slammed into the wall, making him subconsciously groan.

However, in the next second, he found that he was already trapped in this kiss.

I really don't know what the meaning of this kiss is, whether it is long-lost longing, or the turbulent sweetness of falling in love... The teeth and tongue have turned into weapons for fighting each other, as if they were two dying beasts, As if they couldn't see the sun tomorrow, desperately entangled together, biting, gnawing, aching, obsessed...

Yan Si couldn't help kneading the hard muscles on Meng Wen's chest, waist and hips with his palms, and his five fingers were so hard that he almost pinched out bruises on the good flesh, as if he couldn't vent his surging emotions otherwise.

Just one kiss made him sweat profusely and his eyes were full of tears. Obviously, when he went out to sea on a yacht and hugged left and right, he watched the sunset on the horizon many times and vowed to forget this man. As if he was competing with someone in the dark, he spent his days and nights like crazy, almost doing whatever he wanted.

But now seeing Meng Wen, those days of racing, drinking and carousing are not as exciting as a kiss at this moment.

Yan Si couldn't hold back his tears at all, and bit Meng Wen's lips to create scars one after another. The thick blood bloomed in his mouth, and then he swallowed it mixed with saliva, like some kind of aphrodisiac poison, making the blood vessels There was a buzzing heat wave, but there was an indescribable tearing pain in the heart.

"Bastard..." Yan Si buried his head deeply in Mengwen's neck, his Adam's apple was rolling hard, and he couldn't help sobbing, "You fucking bastard..."

Meng Wen's lips were full of bitten wounds and looked at the blood pouring out. He just listened to Yan Si's sobs and accusations. He didn't speak for a while, but hugged him gently to his chest, as if snow Like Ye Guiren, he leaned on him with the coldness and dust all over his body, and his voice was hoarse, "Don't move..."

"...Let me give you a hug."

However, now is not a good time to confide in their hearts. They just hugged each other quietly for dozens of seconds. Meng Wen suddenly pushed Yan Si out, took off his coat and put it on him, and put the hood on him. Pulling down hard, covered most of Yan Si's face, and took away all the electronic equipment on his body.

Meng Wen stared at Yan Si's face, and gently stroked the tears in the corner of his eyes with his thumb, "The innermost room at the corner on the second floor of No. 118, Qingshi Lane."

"wait for me."

Yan Si's throat was obviously choked, and he obviously wanted to ask, "You..."

"Don't ask now." Meng Wen's dark eyes seemed to contain some resolute power, "I will explain everything to you clearly."

He took Yan Si's hand, led him to run down the stairs quickly, pushed open the door, and pushed him forward, "Run."

Yan Si obviously wanted to look back at him again, but Meng Wen's big hand pinched the back of his neck, not allowing him to look back, "Trust me."

There was no other way, Yan Si could only run out without looking back.

The address in Meng Wen's mouth spanned two full blocks from the scene of the incident. In this era where you can't go anywhere without a mobile phone, Yan Si almost ran out of breath, and finally found the place, and found that it turned out to be a place without a signboard. Black Hotel.

After Yan Si walked in, he told the boss the room number, and the boss threw a key without even looking at him.

He walked along the dilapidated corridor to the end of the second floor. With trembling hands, he opened the door with the key. The moment the door was pushed open, pornographic cards were scattered all over the floor, all of which were advertisements for street girls soliciting business.

The room was small and cramped, with a rotten and musty smell. The mattress hadn't been cleaned for an unknown period of time, and it was full of yellow and damp stains.

Now Yan Si urgently needs a little light to comfort himself, but when the curtain was pulled open, he was shocked in place as if struck by lightning.

Just outside the window of this corner room, there is actually a bustling traffic light facing the Shanghai market, and this road is very familiar to Yan Si, it is the only way he must pass on the way home.

And he is always used to stop at the convenience store on the side of the road when he is drunk, and buy a bowl of chicken soup vermicelli to warm his stomach.

At that moment, Yan Si's eye sockets moistened unconsciously. For countless nights, Meng Wen just sat in the room of the small hotel without sleep all night, just waiting for a figure from his back to go home.

This night was really too thrilling. He lay on the bed cautiously, recalling everything that happened tonight in his brain as if playing a movie. Wen's voice was full of hoarse "Let me hug."

Yan Si didn't realize that he was falling asleep at all, and in his dim consciousness, he suddenly heard a knock on the door, which made him bounce up like a fish resurrected from the dead, and pounced on the door, "Who?"

A familiar deep voice came from outside the door, "Me."

Yan Si first tentatively opened the door a crack, only to see that Meng Wen was indeed outside the door, and his heart sank back into his chest.

He opened the door, and Meng Wen fell into the house wrapped in wet and cold water vapor, and fell on Yan Si as if Mount Tai had toppled over.

"You..." Yan Si's pupils vibrated suddenly, and in the next second, as a doctor, he could smell the blood in the air keenly, "You are injured..."

"Hmm." Meng Wen snorted, took Yan Si's hand, and kissed the palm, "So I came to find a doctor."

With the faint light from the gap in the curtains, Yan Si could see clearly that Meng Wen's face was really not well, and when he touched his forehead, it seemed that he still had a low fever due to wound infection.

He quickly helped Meng Wen to the bed and lay down. At this time, Meng Wen pointed to the cabinet in the corner, "There are medicines and gauze in it."

Yan Si rolled up the clothes on his body, only to see thick gauze soaked with blood on his waist and abdomen, and when he took it apart, there was a deep red and swollen wound. Seeing Meng Wen's dead appearance, he gritted his teeth with hatred. But he couldn't ignore him, turned around and took out the alcohol gauze and suture equipment from the cabinet.

As if to vent his anger, Yan Si pressed the gauze soaked in alcohol on his wound, growled and growled, "What the hell is going on!"

A large amount of alcohol entered the swollen and inflamed wound, and the pain from the nerve conduction made Mengwen's muscles all over his body suddenly tense and stiff, and his neck that was tilted back involved all kinds of blue veins, "You..."

The corners of Yan Si's eyes were red, and he disinfected his hands first, and then treated Mengwen's wound, "Let's start with who you are."

"I..." There was no anesthesia at the scene, Meng Wen secretly endured the pain, but couldn't help breathing in, "It's what you saw..."

"...I used to be CYO's trump card—the vice-captain of Alpha Squad."

Yan Si's brows trembled fiercely, "Then you...and Rong Xiao..."

"The reason why our team is called the trump card is because we specialize in carrying out various assassination missions." Meng Wen looked at Yan Si with a pair of dark eyes, "but when we were performing the last mission..."

He still dare not recall that day. Even when he said these words, the scene of corpses all over the field appeared subconsciously in the depths of his trembling pupils, "...our entire team was wiped out."

Meng Wen's voice sounded suppressed with deep pain, "I was shot in the chest and abdomen, fell into the river, and was washed ashore by the river. When I woke up and struggled to find the past, I found my teammates No one was spared, all were silenced..."

"And my captain..."

As soon as he heard the word "captain", Yan Si's mind suddenly came up with the handsome man with a high ponytail that he had seen on the computer that day.

The feeling in his heart at that moment was really indescribable, because he couldn't forget that the first time he had doubts about Meng Wen's identity, it was because Meng Wen mistook himself for wearing a wig, and was very interested in wearing a tall hair. Ponytail himself called out "captain".

Meng Wen's eyes were already blood red, filled with deep hatred, "He was nailed to the wall by a black knife through his skull, and he died with regret..."

There was a loud bang of thunder, as if a drumstick in the hands of a god slammed into the ground, and the shrill lightning pierced the sky as if it was cracking the sky.

Three years ago, Meng Wen covered the bleeding wound on his chest, struggled forward in the rainstorm, and shouted, "Captain—!"

He only had a pistol with one bullet left in his hand, and he couldn't even defend himself, so he could only shoot himself when facing the enemy.

The pouring rain could not hinder the staggering footsteps, leaving a series of deep and shallow footprints on the ground, filled with blood-stained rainwater, which looked tragic and tragic.

Following the path in memory, we found the mission location. When Mengwen pushed away the last bush that blocked his vision, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky in the night sky to illuminate the world——

Leaning on the tree trunk in front of him was the body of a handsome man. His ponytail, which used to stand up high, was broken in the struggle. His long hair was loose and wet by the rain, clinging to his body, making him even more embarrassed. .

A black dagger pierced through the brain, and blood snaked from his forehead to his cheeks like a snake. The man's eyes were fixed on a point in the void, and his pupils were covered with bloodshot eyes. He could not rest in peace until he died.

The memory in my mind gradually came back. Today, Mengwen's Adam's apple is rolling up and down with difficulty, looking at Yan Si with complicated and indescribable eyes, and clenched his wrist tightly, as if only in this way can he draw the strength to continue speaking Same.

However, just as he opened his lips slightly, there was a sudden and steady knock on the door, breaking all the silence, as if the god of death had announced——

Boom, boom, boom——!