deep invasion

The Buddha said: There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness, death, meeting with hatred and hatred, parting from love, blazing five shades, and not getting what you want.

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When the car stopped, Han Huan woke up from his sleep.

Gu Jing leaned over, entangled with his breathing, and smiled, "Welcome back."

Twilight Quadruple.

Han Huan walked into the living room. The duplex apartment was still decorated as it was when he left. The pot of mint on the window sill had grown a bit, and a corner of the white gauze curtain was gently lifted by the wind.

Dinner is ready, four dishes and one soup, just enough for two grown men.

Eat without speaking and sleep without speaking.

When Han Huan got up to help clear the table, he was suddenly hugged by the man from behind.

Something hard pressed against him with heat.

"Ah Huan, they said that a little farewell is better than a newlywed." Gu Jing's tone was a little aggrieved, but she caught the man's doubts for a few seconds and spoke in time.

"Don't you miss me?"

The candlestick in Han Huan's hand fell in response.

I stumbled all the way upstairs, and finally failed on the soft wool carpet when I entered the bedroom.

Han Huan was pressed down by Gu Jing, watching the man carefully bite his lips, his eyes were like water, and he kissed his brow again reverently.

The buttons of the clothes were unbuttoned, and wet kisses were branded on the wheat-colored skin.

Frankly facing each other, desire faithfully tells the desire for each other.

"Leave it to me, huh?"

it is good.

Gu Jing couldn't speak, all her senses were magnified, touch, smell, vision all worked around only one person.

The unstable body was changed to another position, and he was once again dragged into a new round of storm, with no direction, and could only hand himself over to another person with confidence.

The other half whose soul is so compatible.

"A Huan"

"Ok?"

"I love you."

"I know."

The end has come in the morning.

Han Huan sat up, looked at the person who was still asleep on the bed, and slowly got out of bed, his movements were very light, and the soles of his feet fell on the ground without making any sound.

The clothes on the ground were thrown aside in a mess. He looked at the clothes that were out of shape, his eyes softened a lot.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror next to the closet and removed the bandages on his body one by one.

Since a week ago, he has gone from one injection a day to two injections a day.And just this past day, he only had the injection in the morning, and did not inject again at night.

With one half of the dosage reduced, his body recovered surprisingly quickly, all the injuries on his back have healed, and the slight displacement of internal organs caused by the explosion has basically recovered.

Han Huan looked at the pure black bracelet on his gauze-free wrist, which looked like a second layer of skin, his gaze sank, and he took out a miniature laser knife from an inconspicuous drawer beside him.

This was specially left by the kid for him last time.

[Big ghost, you will need him one day, just because Gu Jing allows you to act without authorization doesn't mean he can allow you to leave again. ]

The kid's words became a prophecy.

When cutting off the bracelet, Han Huan suddenly heard a low moan behind him.

He took a narcotic with dinner, a dose that was of no use to him, but enough to knock a normal person unconscious for twelve hours.

The effect of the medicine seemed a little too strong, the person on the bed moved uncomfortably, and frowned in his sleep.

Han Huan threw the severed bracelet and those torn shirts into the trash can, took a look at the man's pale face, and walked over.

Gu Jing didn't sleep well, muttering something in a low voice.

"Gu Jing? Wake up? What's wrong?"

Gently patted the man's cheek, Han Huan looked at the body that was obviously approaching the heat source, took a deep breath, and tried to let himself ignore the red marks all over his body.

He took out the unused anesthetic, poured some on the towel, returned to Gu Jing, and gently covered the man's mouth and nose.

The silence of the room.

Han Huan's hand stopped one centimeter above the quiet sleeping face, hesitated for a moment, then moved down and tucked back the hand that was outside the quilt for the man, even his fair shoulders were covered by the soft quilt Only then did he withdraw his hand in peace.

There are some things he needs to deal with alone.

Get some sleep, Gu Jing.

"wait me back."

The person who was still sleeping on the bed did not respond as if by default.

Han Huan kissed the man's forehead, went downstairs, and opened the door.

It didn't know when it started to rain outside the door. Someone was holding a black umbrella. The raindrops slid down the umbrella ribs and hit the ground with small splashes.

Han Huan walked straight into the rain without an umbrella.

"Coming?" Colonel He smiled, without any intention of handing over the umbrella.

Han Huan was dressed thinly, and his black shirt was wet from the rain, unreservedly outlining the robustness hidden by the heavy clothes during the day.

Colonel He glanced at the ambiguous red marks on his neck, and there was more playfulness in his eyes, "Yo, this night life is quite rich."

"Yes," Han Huan opened the car door unmoved, and said expressionlessly, "It's much richer than yours."

Colonel He "..."

Come to pick up people in the middle of the night, and be despised for not having a nightlife?What the hell did he do... Closing the door with a gloomy face, Colonel He threw a white medicine bottle from the front seat, which was caught by Han Huan.

"There is water in the back, take the medicine quickly, if you don't take it, the sequelae will get worse and you will really become a bad pen."

After swallowing the pill in his hand, Han Huan looked at the apartment in the distance that turned into a black spot and finally disappeared from sight, and his mood became indescribable.

"The injections that Gu Jing gave me in the past few days are also effective, and it shouldn't matter if I stop the medicine for nine rounds for a short time,"

On the front seat, Colonel He slipped his hand on the tablet and accidentally entered the wrong password, and was photographed by the anti-theft system with a wonderful expression as if he had swallowed a fly.

"The side effects of the medicine that Gu Jing gave you, didn't I tell you? Thanks to him, he figured out how to suppress your sequelae by suppressing your self-healing ability. You fucking agree with this, because you think you are living too much." How long has it been?"

The rain outside the compartment was pattering down, and the wipers drew an incomplete semicircle in front of the window.

Han Huan looked at his empty wrist silently, and every scene after he came out of the hospital came before his eyes.

Even if he didn't tell Gu Jing about the sequelae, I believe that with the ability of the other party, he can easily see his abnormality from the inspection report.

Maybe he didn't find out the ingredients of Jiuju's medicine, so he was worried, so he used such a strong method and forced him to change to another medicine.

The car drove towards the airport, just after two o'clock, the bright lights in front of the car tore the whole night into two halves

Han Huan looked at the increasing rain outside, and was silent for a long time before asking, "How is June?"

"In Dalian, those people haven't brought him to the British yet." Colonel He put down the tablet in his hand and sighed. "A group of ignorant morons dare to rob him when little June is rarely happy."

Han Huan saw He Chong's profile in the rearview mirror.

At this moment, all the frivolity and banter in He Chong's eyes disappeared, and the long-lost chill and gloom were finally revealed.

"Han Huan, bring all of them back, even if there is only one breath, and keep it for me, I want them to finish their daydreams."