deep invasion

For Second Young Master Gu, anxiety is not a good emotion.

It's like there is a fire burning in the bottom of your heart, you can't put it out, and you will feel pain.The wound is bloody and bloody, but at least at this moment, someone can carefully disinfect and bandage you, waiting for you to heal.

What if this person wants to leave?

Feelings swell wildly under the impetus of invisible anxiety.

"Ah Hwan, let's do it."

The bathrobe fell to the ground, and the air was filled with the sweetness of red wine.Gu Jing looked up at Han Huan with water in her eyes.

……

Deliberately created nightly singing and dancing.

Endless demands, the pungent taste of yellow tobacco is shared by two people.

This kind of day has lasted for almost half a month.It's just a simple desire for physical contact, a desire to bring the two of them closer together.

At the moment when the extreme point approached, Gu Jing felt his head went blank, but there was no sound in his ears.As if returning to the car accident on Christmas Eve, he couldn't hear anything, only the most real emotions were left surging in his heart.

After only five years, he was still unwilling to lose this person just like that.

But what can be done.

Han Huan turned off the lights, his eyes turned into darkness, and all his memories disappeared.

"Go to sleep, you have to go to the Military Commission meeting tomorrow."

There was silence for a long time, until Han Huan thought that Gu Jing had fallen asleep, Gu Jing asked in a low voice, "He Chong will come to Beijing in two days, Ah Huan, what is your decision?"

"experiment."

"...I'm sleepy, good night."

In the face of the countdown of life, saying one more word is cruel.

Three days later, in a box in Houhai, Beijing.

After looking at Han Huan from top to bottom several times, Colonel He nodded with satisfaction, "It seems that Gu Jing has raised you very well, I haven't seen you for a few months, and I have gained a lot of weight .”

What the hell kind of evaluation is this.

Han Huan glanced lightly at Colonel He's body in black, and didn't intend to attack his body, which was obviously not as good as five years ago.

Colonel He, who has rarely done missions now: "...Isn't it because you have a few less abdominal muscles than you? Can you stop being so contemptuous in your eyes?"

The child June, who had grown significantly taller, slowly walked in from outside the box, stood by the tea table and hesitated for a few seconds, then sat in Han Huan's arms without hesitation

Colonel He, who only wants to improve his quality three times: "..."

He slapped the table fiercely, before He Chong's vicious tone came out, he met the young man's ignorant blue eyes, and was forced to say softly, "Little June, I have something to talk to you, Uncle Han Huan."

After looking at the person accompanying her to the playground for a while, and then at the person hugging her, June tilted her head and said innocently, "...don't be aggressive."

The tearful Colonel He silently poured a cup of tea.

"Speaking of business, have you and Gu Jing made a decision? Do you want to choose drug control, or do another experiment? If you choose the experiment, you must arrange it as soon as possible, or the sequelae will be in the advanced stage, and even the experiment will be out of control."

The air was quiet for a moment, and the water boiled with a gurgling sound.

Han Huan recalled that the last time he talked with He Chong about the experiment was six years ago. In He Chong's office, he signed the experiment's confidentiality agreement without hesitation.

"He Chong."

It was the first time after many years that the person in front of him called him by his name. He Chong sat up straight, and the laziness and laughter of a moment ago were swept away. He watched Han Huan quietly, waiting for the final answer.

"I choose the experiment."

Although he was prepared in his heart, there was still a bit of surprise in He Chong's eyes.

So peaceful.

Han Huan was making tea, his side face was as stern as ever.

A wisp of white mist curled upwards, boiling water was poured into the teapot, the curled leaves slowly floated up, and the fragrance filled the entire private room.

He Chong took the tea, sniffed it, and put it back on the table.

"Longjing before the rain, good tea, is this also Gu Jing's answer?"

Nodding, Han Huan didn't speak any more.

He Chong raised his eyebrows as if he understood something, "I understand why Second Young Master Gu has been so anxious recently, you two really made the right choice, tsk tsk."

Taking out a stack of documents from his briefcase, He Chong handed them over while explaining, "I have been preparing since half a year ago, and the success rate is barely similar to last time. You can see for yourself."

The documents seemed familiar, but there was a non-disclosure agreement missing in the end.

"This experiment is for you alone. Even if the experimental subjects succeed in the future, they will not be treated like you."

After browsing through the documents quickly, Han Huan raised his head and said "Thank you" in a low voice.

He Chong waved his hand, and there was a smile in his eyes, "You should thank your Second Young Master Gu for me, without him, the matter of Rong Qing might not be cleared up for the rest of his life."

In the year when the Zeng family fell, Fang Rongqing, the former deputy leader of the fourth group, was dismissed from treason charges, and his name was also engraved on the monument inside the Ninth Bureau, becoming an immortal monument.

Han Huan nodded knowingly, let go, and watched June run towards He Chong. The man fondled the top of the boy's head with gentle eyes.

"When do you want to go back to the base?"

"The sooner the better."

He Chong stuffed June into the off-road vehicle, and looked at the young man with resentment on his face as he climbed on the car window and looked at someone, "Then the day after tomorrow, when the time comes, little June and I will wait for you at the Beijing airport."

"Remember to do a good job of comforting the second son of your family, I don't want to see some couples at the airport parting with each other."

The off-road vehicle quickly disappeared into the traffic.

Han Huan was about to take a taxi back to the apartment, but heard someone honking the horn behind him.

The assistant got out of the car and opened the car door respectfully, "Mr. Han, the Second Young Master asked me to pick you up. The Second Young Master has an engagement tonight, so I won't be going back today. Please don't wait."

Han Huan was slightly taken aback, and got into the car. There was an imperceptible scent of sandalwood in the car, which was the scent of men's perfume that Gu Jing often used.

It was almost evening when we returned to the apartment, Han Huan stood at the window, watching Bentley disappear at the end of the road, feeling inexplicably disappointed.

Since the two of them lived together again, the number of times Gu Jing didn't go home was rare, and even on business trips, she returned as early as possible.

Habit is a terrible thing, and it seems that the work of appeasement has to be postponed.

In the dark of night, the last light in the apartment went out.

It was almost three or four o'clock in the morning, the sound of light footsteps came from the corridor, Han Huan woke up from his sleep, stood by the bed and watched the bedroom door being pushed open, a familiar figure appeared in the darkness the door.

"How come..."

Being hugged off guard, Han Huan was taken aback, and subconsciously hugged the man's back.

"Ah Huan" buried his face in the hollow of his neck, Gu Jing called out muffledly, feeling the embrace that was warmer than normal people, the coldness of the night had not had time to seep into his limbs and bones before he was driven away by the heat of this embrace gone.

"I went to your study just now."

The apartment is spacious, and the study rooms of the two are separate. In the spirit of mutual respect, Gu Jing seldom entered the room belonging to Han Huan, but somehow walked in that night.

In that unlocked drawer, he found a diary by accident.

Every page in it has him.

His likes, his schedule, and their details, like a revolving lantern, are recorded scene by scene by the powerful font.

The diary finally stopped at three days ago.

[Gu Jing acquiesced, he was not very happy. ]

[The memory is getting worse and worse. I hope he can find this diary the day I leave. ]

The next page was torn, and what was written was not important at the moment.

Why did you choose to experiment?Wouldn't it be nice to cherish the last five years together?

Already having the answer in her heart, Gu Jing couldn't help but have a sore nose, but her voice was calm.

"when are we leaving?"

"the day after tomorrow."

The answer is simple, because he is Han Huan.

If he was doomed to die, how could he be willing to die in front of the person he loved so much.

Letting go of his embrace, Han Huan stretched out his hand, and was about to take the coat that Gu Jing took off, but his hand was empty.

Tie, shirt, trousers, Gu Jing slowly threw down the clothes on her body, her voice in the dark was soft and intoxicating.

"Ah Huan, you know, I was never ready for you to leave, not now, nor in the future."

"I have a lot of imaginations about you, both obscene and beautiful."

The buttons of the pajamas were unbuttoned one by one, and Gu Jing covered the man's eyes with a smile.

"When I entered the door, I thought I should bully you with your crazy night vision ability, but now I..."

"I just want to bully you."

This may be the last time they will be intimate.