【Leian】Hundred Years of Love

7.

In the bar of the Welles Hotel for a week, a middle-aged foreign male in a black suit walked in, smoking a cigarette.He looked around the crowded bar, twisted the watch on his wrist slightly, exhaled smoke, and walked slowly towards the bar.

Recently, there have been more rumors in the circle. I heard that there is a young wild cat who can't find a partner. Almost every day, he sits at the bar of the Welles bar and quietly gets drunk. He doesn't talk to anyone or go with anyone.

People who have seen this little wild cat in Walt's circle say that he is a stunner, even if he can't take it home, he can still feast his eyes on watching it from a distance.

This kind of thing has always interested Walter. He asked people to inquire about the origin of the little wild cat. He has a very clean foundation. He is a poor little reporter who lost his job because of exposing the secrets of those corrupt politicians.

Every time Walter hears about this kind of thing, he feels it is a pity. After all, the political world is a place full of muddy waters, where only crooked ways are the right way. It is really not suitable for these clean little white cats to mix in.

A man in a white shirt was sitting at the bar, with his head propped up, his chestnut brown hair looked soft and fluffy under the light of the bar, his green pupils were somewhat similar to the mint green liquid used for bartending displayed on the counter, Stare at people as if they would be drunk.

The seat next to An Mixiu was suddenly seated, he turned his head to look, Walter ordered a glass of wine, and looked at An Mixiu while drinking.

The brown-haired, blue-eyed, charming, tall, young and single Omega is indeed a stunner.

Walter suddenly asked, "What do you do?"

An Mixiu was silent for a while, staring blankly at the glass of alcohol in front of him with a slightly drunken face, before replying in frustration after a while: "There is no job."

"Let me guess." Walter narrowed his eyes with interest and raised his voice.

An Mixiu chuckled, and secretly said, "If you can guess it."

"writer?"

An Mixiu shook his head.

"host?"

"No, but close."

"Then a reporter?"

An Mixiu smiled wryly: "It was a week ago."

Walter touched his chin: "What happened?"

"It's just that some things are not as righteous as I imagined, and some people are not as righteous as I imagined." An Mixiu shook his head, turned to look at Walter, "What about you?"

"You can call me a traveler." Walter smiled, "The kind that doesn't lack money."

"Haha, is that right, then I still envy you, at least you don't have to worry about losing your job."

The two slowly opened up the conversation. While drinking, Walter told An Mixiu some anecdotes about himself in various countries, and gradually became a little drunk.An Mixiu listened silently to his chat, nodded from time to time, and did not wave away Walter's arm on his waist intentionally or unintentionally.

Seeing that An Mixiu didn't refuse, Walter stroked his arm more boldly, caressing the soft skin inside his elbow with his fingers, gradually unable to hide the obscenity in his eyes due to drunkenness.He stared at the neckband on An Mixiu's neck, and asked ambiguously, "Since I guessed your occupation correctly, do I have any reward?"

An Mixiu slowly raised his eyes to look at him, and let out a soft hum from his nose.He grabbed Walter's hand and slid it down, letting his hand rest on his thigh. Walter felt that there was a square card in An Mixiu's trousers pocket. The room card of the hotel.

Walter whistled and twirled the room card between his fingers: "They said you were reserved."

An Mixiu blinked innocently: "Then I guess they made a mistake."

Walter pushed An Mixiu into the elevator. To be honest, he liked the sentimental but innocent person in front of him - such a person would taste better.He eagerly held up An Mixiu's face to taste his taste, but the latter grabbed his wrist and put it down slowly, "I don't like being here."

"Okay, it's up to you."

An Mixiu suddenly lowered his head and stared at the watch on Walter's left hand, his eyes widened slightly in surprise: "This watch is a retro model from Patek Philippe six years ago, right? I saw it in a magazine."

Walter held An Mixiu's hand affectionately: "Do you still know watches? It's not bad, but this is not the original one, it has been modified."

"Refit?"

"A miniature camera is added." Walter lowered his head and kissed An Mixiu's fingertips, "For travelers, everything that happens around them is inspiration."

The two walked into the bedroom one after the other, and An Mixiu was pushed on the soft big bed by Walter, and deliberately chuckled while avoiding Walter's embrace and stood up, "Then what happened now you The watch can record it."

"That's right," Walter laughed. "Don't be shy, honey."

"Can you take it off and show me?" An Mixiu pressed against Walter's chest.

Walter obviously didn't drink much, but he felt that he was very drunk, and his brain and sanity were dazzled by the pair of green eyes in front of him.He wrapped his arms around An Mixiu's waist, fiddled with the complex and precise lock on the expression part of the watch behind his back, carefully took off the watch, and handed it to An Mixiu.

An Mixiu reached for it, and Walter raised his hand again, "Be careful, cat, this is not a cheap toy."

An Mixiu took the watch, checked it carefully, and suddenly smiled lightly, put the watch on his wrist vaguely, stood up, said "I'm going to take a shower", and walked into the bathroom.Walter called out to him nervously, asking why he was taking it into the bathroom.An Mixiu leaned against the bathroom door, unbuttoned himself with his fingers, and said slowly, "Don't you want to recall how I bathed in the future?"

The obsession made Walter a little fascinated. He wanted to follow An Mixiu in, but An Mixiu shut the door.Walter didn't care about An Mixiu's tricks before the main event started, he went to the soft bed comfortably, sketching An Mixiu's body curve in his mind, and comfortably imagining the paradise in a few minutes.

Walter saw an unopened box of condoms on the bedside table, reached for it, mishandled it, and dropped it on the floor.Walter bent down to pick it up, and accidentally glanced at the bottom of the bed half covered by the sheet——

There was actually a person under his bed.

Leishi held a soft rope in his hand, and he smiled at Walter who was still terrified, "Good evening."

Leishi stretched out his hand and grabbed Walter's collar, and dragged him off the bed. The rope was wrapped around his neck several times, locking his throat and dragging him into the bottom of the bed.Walter struggled violently, but couldn't make a sound because of the constricted throat, and the suffocation made his face turn red and blue.

Walter's eyes were wide open, his hands and feet were swaying like crazy, and he kicked the bed board with a dull sound.Lei Shi coldly squeezed his throat until Walter slowly lost his strength, rolled his eyes, and died of suffocation.

Hearing the movement outside the door, An Mixiu in the bathroom heaved a sigh of relief, turned off the water and went out.

Lei Shi dragged Walter's body out from under the bed, moved it to the bed and sat down, and looked back at An Mixiu.An Mixiu looked a little embarrassed by him, and looked away.

Lei Shi sneered: "Did you have a good time, pure little reporter?"

"Shut up, Leo."

"'Wouldn't you like to think about my shower in the future?', who taught you to say that?"

"Can you stop talking nonsense?" An Mixiu glared at Lei Shi, then turned his attention to the suffocated corpse of Walter, "Why strangled?"

"Fake it as an accident, remember?"

"Would anyone get strangled to death in a hotel accident?"

Leishi didn't speak, but took out a tablet computer from his bag and put it on Walter's lap, opened the adult pornography that had been prepared in advance, dragged the progress bar to the middle, and turned the lewd voice to the maximum .Thunderlion tied the soft rope around Walter's neck around the playful wooden crossbar at the head of the bed and let Walter's free hand hold the knot.Leo undid Walter's belt and unzipped it, and stuffed Walter's remaining hand into his own underwear.

An Mixiu was stunned: "...Accidental death due to suffocation orgasm?"

"Yes." Lei Shi took off his gloves and threw them into his pockets, "I guess you haven't read the book "Compendium of Accidental Deaths in the World"."

"Do you have this book?"

Lei Shi looked back at Walter's body, "No."

"..."

Lei Shi pressed the tiny earphones in his ears: "Camille, the mission is complete, the watch is here, An Mixiu and I are going out now."

Camille's calm voice came from the earphone: "Okay, Brother Hardworking and Senior An Mixiu."

This time the task was completed very smoothly, and all the secrets stored by Walter in the watch chip were quickly deciphered by the Secret Service and handed over to relevant government personnel.The cause of Walter's death was also judged as an accidental death as Lei Shi and An Mixiu judged.A few days later, the reporter who was rumored to have gotten drunk at the Welles Bar also disappeared from the information network.

An Mixiu and Lei Shi finally got an A+ grade for this mission. An Mixiu breathed a sigh of relief after finishing the report, and prayed in his heart that the Secret Service would quickly replace him with a new partner.

An Mixiu could already feel some discomfort in his body. He felt that he had to tell Sister Qiu that he might have to take an early vacation. Something went wrong.

An Mixiu's mood brightened immediately when he thought that he could go home and rest after handing in the mission report today.

But someone is destined not to make him so happy.

Lei Shi still pushed the door open without knocking, leisurely as if An Mixiu's office was his own.

At the last moment before the vacation, An Mixiu didn't want to quarrel with Lei Shi anymore, so he said in a deep voice, "Lei Shi, have you finished your task report?"

"Is this the first day you know me? When did you see me write that stuff?"

"It's the rule."

"Rules are meant to be broken." Lei Shi laughed, lowered his head and exhaled softly in An Mixiu's ear, "Good baby."

An Mixiu was startled, Lei Shi's lips smeared a little red on his earlobe, and a hot current rippled in his body.An Mixiu subconsciously raised his hand and hit Lei Shi on the chin, but the latter easily dodged it.

Lei Shi narrowed his eyes: "Why are you so irritable? Oh...by the way, the day after tomorrow will be your estrus period, right?"

"...If you have time to memorize my estrus, why don't you write the report properly."

Lei Shi looked at him silently, and suddenly stopped restraining his pheromone.The strong and familiar smell of the sea made An Mixiu's body shudder, and the heels of his legs couldn't help trembling for a moment.

No matter how long it has passed, Leishi's smell always makes him unable to calm down. The wanton tumbling waves, violent tsunami, and deep vortex contained in the smell always make An Mixiu tremble physically and mentally.

This smell reminded him of the days when he was crazy, jolted, and drowned in Leishi's embrace.

However, An Mixiu still looked normal, his eyes were calm, as if he didn't smell anything.He forced himself not to show his flaws, and not to show his tricks in front of Leishi.

Lei Shi also acted like he hadn't done anything, as if the wave of pheromone just now was just an unintentional act, he stared at An Mixiu for a while, then turned and left.

It wasn't until Lei Shi's footsteps disappeared that An Mixiu breathed a sigh of relief.He lay down on the desk tiredly, fine sweat oozes from his forehead, and his breath is convulsive. He stares at the computer screen that has begun to blur due to the moisture in his eyes, and scolds Leishi again and again in his heart. again.

Knowing that his estrus period is coming soon, he still releases pheromones to stimulate him so recklessly - but he can't be blamed.An Mixiu swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva, and his temples were soon wet with sweat. He felt that he might fall into lust in advance because of Leishi's pheromone.

He moved his waist with difficulty, and felt that the place under his body was extremely uncomfortable, and the place that hadn't been comforted for a long time seemed to react spontaneously because of this familiar smell.

An Mixiu quickly packed up his things, sent a message to Qiu, and fled back home in some embarrassment.

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