Candy cubes crackling

Miura Shinhisa, who fell into a semi-comatose, was lying in the quilt in a cold sweat. The wound on his back had just been stitched up, and he was still under the effects of anesthesia. He was unconsciously choked by the strong smell of disinfectant in the hospital. cough.

At this time, a warm hand gently rubbed his heart, helping him to breathe.Miura Shinjiu fell asleep drowsily, and when he opened his heavy eyelids again, he only saw the spotless plaster ceiling on the ceiling.

"Master, you are awake." The servant Hiroseto stood by the hospital bed respectfully and bowed slightly to him.

"Are you the only one here?" Miura Shinjiu raised his head weakly and looked around, with a sad expression on his face.

Hiroseto hesitated for a moment, lowered his head and told him, "The third son of Marshal Lu's family just left."

"Hmm." Miura Shinji quietly lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered the loneliness in his eyes.

"Master, we have a different position from the Chinese dignitaries. You should keep a distance from him." After thinking over and over again, Hiroseto couldn't help but say what was in his heart.

"Ahu, I want to eat an apple."

Miura Shinjiu turned his face sideways to avoid this topic, not wanting to confront Lu Liuyun head-on.After all, there is only one Hirose household who is dependent on him in China. In reality, it is for his own good that Hirose household went beyond his duty to say these words.

After Hiroseto realized the embarrassment of the little master, he stopped talking, sat on the chair without saying a word, picked out a beautiful apple for him, wiped it with a handkerchief, quickly peeled it and handed it to him .

"By the way, Ahu, the gangster who attacked Lu Liuyun was hiding on the Japanese cargo ship on Folk Street. I saw the family crest of the Miura family on the ship. Help me find out which branch of the family owns the ship."

"What do you mean, master?" Hiroseto heard the implication from his words.

Miura Xinjiu smiled at him with a peeled apple in his hand, "Go and send a telegram to Dad, telling him that a "family member" has touched me."

Hiroseto thought about it for a second, then understood, and immediately packed up his things and went out to handle related matters.Miura Xinjiu left a row of shallow tooth marks on the white flesh with relief. After waiting for so long, he finally got a hole card to turn around.

After a thorough investigation, Marshal Lu found that the bandits hiding on the ship were all desperadoes. They often went to various wharves under the guise of coolies to pick quarrels and make trouble.

The most troublesome thing is that these people are mobs gathered everywhere, they don't know how to handle things with money, and it is impossible to find out who is behind the scenes.After finally catching a fish that slipped through the net from the boat, Marshal Lu sent an adjutant to throw him into a prison, and served him with a cart whip for a long time, but there was very little information that could be obtained.

The "fish that slipped through the net" said that they hardly saw any Japanese on the boat, and most of the time they were under the care of Brother Qing, and everything was done according to Brother Qing's orders.As for "Brother Qing"—that is, the scarred face who jumped into the river to escape, it is said that his status is only one level higher than theirs, and he is essentially a puppet ordered by his superiors.

The people were clean and the boat couldn't run away. Marshal Lu pointed the finger at the Japanese and asked the consulate's administrative staff to come out and "give an account."

And because this matter secretly involved the relationship of the Miura family, of course it was protected by the Japanese consulate.The Japanese government not only strictly sealed the source of the ship, but also turned it down, claiming that the incident originated from the personal struggle of Chinese military officers, and that he himself was an innocent victim. After a lot of arguments, the responsibility was completely cleared. .

Marshal Lu didn't catch the fox and made a fuss. He was very unhappy, and immediately sat on a chair and scolded the "little Japanese" for a long time.

Lu Liuyun returned home and took a full bath.He lay weakly on the edge of the bathtub, and was about to wipe his hair with a dry towel, when he glanced down inadvertently, and found that the clothes he had changed were muddy and bloodstained.So he soaked back in the hot water again, hugged his arms and shivered in disgust.

When he put on his nightgown and walked out sullenly, Zhou Hengxi hadn't left yet, standing in his room, circling the bookshelves with great interest.Lu Liuyun didn't bother to care about him, gathered his nightgown, walked slowly to the table, picked up the porcelain cup and poured a sip of hot coffee into his mouth.

Zhou Hengxi knew that Lu Liuyun was not a person who loves to read a lot, and when he saw him today, he felt that it was more appropriate to describe him as "not fond of reading serious books".

Lu Liuyun's bookshelves are very messy, only a small pile of literary masterpieces thrown in the corner are unopened.Others, ranging from small periodicals and weekly newspapers to large Western magazines, are arranged in a dazzled manner from top to bottom, and there are a few small stalls with bold contents looming in the middle.

Zhou Hengxi locked his eyes on the stack of books on the bottom shelf, and accurately pulled out a fashion magazine that was fashionable at the moment.

He held it in his hand and flipped through two pages, and then came across an explicit article with rich pictures and texts, which showed that the scale of the book was staggering.So he held the magazine in his hand, turned his head and smiled at Lu Liuyun, "Little Sanye, are you always so blatantly hiding at home and playing hooligans?"

Lu Liuyun held the cup and looked back at him inexplicably, and found that his collection had already been in someone else's hands, so he snorted crookedly from his nose without blushing, thinking that Zhou Hengxi was rare and strange.He lowered his head and poured another sip of hot coffee into his mouth. He couldn't help but secretly thought in his heart, how could a person who was so clever when he was young become such a boring gourd when he grows up.

Thinking about this, he said without hesitation, "On the top of the bookshelf, there is a western magazine in the books in the upper left corner. There is a movie star in it who looks almost the same type as you. I want to play hooligans, too. You have to face that book."

"Oh, is that so?" Zhou Hengxi put the magazine in his hand back to its original place, unbuttoned the two buttons on the collar of his shirt, walked up to Lu Liuyun, lowered his head and asked him, "But there is something I don't understand, you want to play hooligans If so, am I not right here?"

Lu Liuyun looked into Zhou Hengxi's collar, glanced at the well-proportioned collarbone, and automatically thought of the strong and powerful abdominal muscles under the hem of this man's clothes.He had a wicked smile on his face, and said with sharp teeth, "Zhou Hengxi, you seem to have a pretty good figure."

"Ok, I know."

Zhou Hengxi was quite calm at this time, and actually took the initiative to catch his words.Lu Liuyun raised his eyebrows, feeling a little unexpected.When this person is serious, he can't help but want to tease him, and occasionally when he frankly reveals his dark belly, it makes him at a loss what to do.

Lu Liuyun was embarrassed to continue playing rascal, and coughed dryly, "I'm just talking casually, you are really brave enough to agree."

Zhou Hengxi looked up at him noncommittally, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you come over and verify it with your own eyes?"