Fierce Love: Dawn Mystery

The gray grid curtains look like a criss-cross chessboard. Kim walked barefoot on the mahogany floor and opened the curtains. The sunlight was not very bright. He raised his hand, and the light blue blood vessels on the back of his hand were faintly visible. He squeezed the flesh on his face. , whistled a little disdainfully.

"Cut, it's just like the real thing."

Suddenly there was a sound of the tongue twitching, Kim turned his head, and Mo Bei walked over from the dark.

"Brother Mo, what do you need from me?" Kim habitually laughed seeing the other party's serious expression.

Mo Bei didn't accommodate him at all: "They said you died in a prison in Los Angeles."

"It's too useless for you to think of me."

If it weren't for Mo Bei's instant gloomy eyes, Kim would have planned to boast a little more.

"A large piece of blood in the prison is your DNA."

Hearing this, Kim slammed the curtains shut. The sudden change of light and darkness in the room darkened the vision of the two of them. Subconsciously estimating each other's position, Kim put on a defensive posture.

But what greeted him was a hug. There was a strong confinement tremor in that hug. The familiar feeling was like a tide. Kim wanted to laugh, but in the end he just twitched the corners of his mouth nervously: "You're scared."

Word by word, the tone is full of firm confidence.

Mo Bei hugged him even tighter, the man's soft hair pressed against his cheek, his warm breath hovered around his ear, and his strong and powerful arms hugged him tightly, as if from now on In the end, I couldn't hold that kind of nostalgia.

"Kim, I thought you were dead."

His eye sockets were hot, his lips were trembling, but the face of the person being hugged was empty: "Almost, I was deceived by you."

Kim broke free from his embrace, and smiled mockingly: "Mr. Mo, you don't have to treat me like this. Put away your three-legged cat acting skills, I don't want to pay the show fee."

Mo Bei's hand froze in the air in embarrassment, and his eyes became indifferent. This unsmiling man regained his composure: "You forgot, there is never need to deceive between us."

Since when did I become a liar full of lies in your eyes.

It was Kim who was stunned at this moment, but the cells in his body were quickly offset by sharp defenses before they could panic. He could ignore Mo Bei's disappointment, and even mocked his disappointment with arrogance and silence.

"Since you are not dead, where have you been for two years?"

"My emergency contact in the U.S. was Webb, who got me out."

"That biological genius, Weber, when did you meet?"

Kim fiddled with his bangs casually as if he had heard something ridiculous, and the smile on his face reappeared: "The relationship between that kid and me can be written in a past and present life, if you are interested, go and look it up yourself. "

"So he helped you with the death certificate, took you to escape from prison in a fair manner, and let a gang leader who smuggled arms go free all over the world, you can do it!" Mo Bei helped his gold-rimmed glasses, expressing his dissatisfaction to the extreme .

"Hey, hey! You figure it out." Kim pushed Mo Bei unceremoniously, "Which bastard am I locked up in the hell place for?"

Mo Bei confessed to the fact that someone had committed the crime. Kim did enter the prison to help him conceal the whereabouts of a batch of arms, but in his impression, the man who was as invincible as a cockroach should be able to survive until he got through all the prisons. It would be right for Fang Guan to bail him out and then grab his collar and throw him over his shoulder.

But the truth is, he received a death certificate so ridiculous that even when he saw the large pool of blood with confirmed DNA, he always thought it was a clever hoax until he went through two years of fruitless searches.He couldn't think of any reason for Kim to hide, and the people he sent out didn't find any clues of his activities, so he gradually accepted the conclusion that Kim was dead.

"Let's talk about it." Kim sat down on the edge of the bed and lay down while talking, "Didn't it just happen to be in time to say happy wedding to Brother Mo?"

Kim's eyes flashed with a teasing light, peeking past.

Mo Bei used his plan to bully him, put his hands on his side, and bent over his body. Kim could see the pectoral muscles hidden under his shirt rising and falling with his breathing, and suddenly looked forward for no reason. He really loved Mo Bei to death. This is the look of an ascetic man.

"Happy newlyweds? Ha, what do you say? With bullets!"

Kim is like this, always knows how to arouse his desire best, let him take off the disguise of a gentleman, and turn back into that outright hooligan, he can't wait to enter this lost and recovered body.

Suddenly, there was a sharp clicking sound, and the two looked out vigilantly through the door panel at the same time. Kim carefully identified it, and said with confidence: "The diameter is two centimeters, and the height is ten centimeters. Why do women always wear this kind of dress that destroys the body and destroys the balance?" stiletto heels."

Mo Bei straightened up, adjusted his unnatural breathing, and was noncommittal about Kim's evaluation.

"I bought it for Lings the day before yesterday."

Kim stood up abruptly, tapped Mo Bei's chest with his index finger, lowered the volume of each word but still said loudly: "You are such a considerate and considerate husband!"

Seeing the cute expression of the person in front of him who was about to go crazy, Mo Bei had no choice but to grab his nimble fingers, and use a deep kiss to seal the mouth of even more unsavory remarks that would pop out in the next second.

The high heels stopped outside the door, Lings knocked on the door a few times and called, "Kim, are you asleep?"

Hearing this voice, Mo Bei's movements froze, and Kim quickly escaped. He reached out and grabbed the other's ready-to-go desire, and responded loudly with a smile: "No, Miss Ling, do you have something to do with me?"

Mo Bei was sure that he saw the strong pleasure of successful revenge in Kim's heart, but his lower body was honestly swollen.

Outside the door, the new wife's inquiries continued: "Then can I come in?"

Kim let go of his hand, leaned his whole body to Mo Bei, put it next to his ear and said with a smile, "What should we do? We're going to be caught."

The only answer to him was a cold highlight on the lens.