between men

James closed the door. "If you still know you're here, you should put your arms on! Because you're right, I think you're more useless than ever!"

"Jin Feng!"

"No, James." Feng interrupted him, "You can no longer follow his will, this is a problem with one hand, he can't have only one hand!"

I stood up: "So what do you want me to say? What do you mean? It's me, not you, who is missing now. I don't want to be an emperor, but you look like that eunuch now. You should be busy." Go yourself—what are you doing here?"

Feng ignored me, he stared at James: "He must have a right hand."

"Oh, hehe..." James took the remote control and tried the air conditioner, "I don't think so - he is almost an adult, we can't stop him anymore, otherwise it will make us look annoying - for adolescents, You should have experienced it personally."

Feng was taken aback, obviously understood, he smiled at me and asked James where the toilet was, James told him and he went out.

"I know it's not puberty," James said, stepping aside and sitting down while I stared out the window.

"You can live without a hand, I believe that. And to me, you've been useful...well, not much, but—don't get mad, especially at him. You should -"

"I want to go to school." I suddenly raised my head and said, he blinked: "What?"

I turned my head to look at him, and then said word by word: "I, want, go, study."

He stood up abruptly again, and Feng came back at this time, and James looked at him while scratching his hair.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

I turned around: "I want to go to school, school can make me less useless, I—"

"No, no, you can't go." James said, "If you really want to learn something, I can teach you...I'm good at science..."

Feng spoke at the side: "I...my chemistry and...and...what's that called...biology?? Oh! Yes! It's biology. I'm good at these two. I'm sure I can...can ...can help you."

"What do you want to learn?" James asked, and Feng looked around in embarrassment.I looked up and thought for a while, then calmly said two words: "Theology."

The two of them seem to be sluggish...

"Theology?!" James yelled. "Have you forgotten you're gay?"

"Oh, no, I'm sure he hasn't forgotten." Feng walked over and patted James on the shoulder, "Rebellious adolescence. I'm sure you have a lot more experience than me."

"Is that any different than not?" James ignored him. "I can get you the Bible if you really want to—but I'm sure you'll only be sympathetic to what happened to Cain."

"I've read the Bible," I said to him, "I need a proper method of understanding, and I..."

Feng turned to look at James: "I can call a priest to come here."

"Can't be called a priest," James said. "I hate priests, and so does he—can I get a tutor?"

"I don't think so," Feng said, "The family will hinder your face, he..."

"Stop!" I interrupted hastily, "You look like a couple, should I avoid it?"

Feng's cell phone rang unexpectedly at this time, I picked up a cup on the table and walked to the water dispenser, but there was no water on it.

"Okay, I changed my mind, I..."

"You don't go to school anymore?" James asked happily, Feng walked aside with his mobile phone, I waited until he finished answering the phone and said: "No, I still want to go, but... I want to learn classical Chinese... …you know, it’s a sixth-grade class, and I want to learn it now.”

They both wiped their sweat, and I think there must be such a sentence in their minds: one person is good at teasing, and often laughs to...

"We can't help you with this." Feng said, "You can't go to school, it's too messy there."

James shrugged and walked aside to order takeaway, without considering how far it was from the city.I smiled and looked at Feng. At the beginning, he still looked at me for a while, but after a few tens of seconds, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Don't look at me like that," he said, turning his head to the side. "For God's sake, you can't go to school!"

"I support." James said and put down the microphone in his hand. I glanced at the two of them for a while, but they didn't turn their eyes to me, so I had to walk to the door with the cup, "Obviously you two have to take off Take off your pants and do it once... then I will avoid it first."

James cleared his throat from behind, and I heard him say in a very serious tone: "You have to listen to Jin Feng, he is right, the school is too messy, and..." He came over and held my shoulder, "And You're not useless, you just don't know how to do it. If you really want to learn something..." He lowered his voice suddenly, "I can teach you how to get the belt off with one hand."

Feng coughed from behind, but James ignored him.

"It's not funny, James." I suddenly became a little annoyed, "I'm human, I have my own mind... the last time I said that you yelled at me and shot me in the leg with a gun, So I say it again now - I have the right to decide my own business, I can decide if I need an arm or not. But if you think I am more useless than before, then continue, same as last time, but the bullet is right Some, hit my heart...or lungs."

James lowered his head and thought, he moved his hands away from my shoulders, I could feel his anger welling up slowly, but Feng didn't feel that something was wrong with the atmosphere: "Did he ever shoot you with a gun? Wow Oh...it seems that he is crazier than me, I threw poison at you, he shot you with a gun, it seems that you are really..."

"Did you throw poison at him?" James turned and asked, Feng shrugged, "Yeah, that was outside the prison, he refused to go with me, so..."

"So you threw poison at him?" James said as he walked over. Feeling that the atmosphere was not right, Feng subconsciously put his hand into his pocket, but his eyes indicated that he might not have any medicine with him.

"James?" I called his name, and James stopped. "I'm not going to hit him," he said. "I just need him to answer a few questions."

Feng breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, just ask whatever you want."

"How did you know we were in the hospital when you showed up?"

"What? I..."

"Answer me." James said in a deep voice.He looked directly into Feng's eyes, and Feng thought for a while: "Rachel told me that you took him on a trip, so..."

"When did you know he was in the hospital?"

"I contacted some people," Feng said, "They said you were in the hospital, and you had an accident in a bar, I..."

"Who did you contact?"

"James, you're interrogating," I said, and without looking back, he said to me, "Can you go get my stuff from the car?"

"James..."

"Go!" he snapped, and I had to go out and lean on the wall to eavesdrop.

James is still repeating the question: "Who did you contact?"

"Hey, buddy," Feng smiled, "I'm sure he's out there listening, should I call him in? I'm going to..."

"Who did you contact?!!!" James said loudly, and then pulled Feng over with his hand, Feng didn't react at all, I ran in again, James seemed to know that I would come in: "You just stay here There, Xiaoyuan." He said, "I just need to understand this problem, and then I promise not to touch him again."

I glanced at Feng, he smiled at me, and James held him high.

"I can't say, I... um..."

James threw him on the couch, and he walked over: "Did you contact Kogel Strike?"

"I just want to know..."

"You contacted Strick in order to escape the pursuit of the family, didn't you? This was after Rachel told you that we were in France. You contacted him to use his strength to help you get rid of the pursuit of you. people, but then you found out that the entire Loveant family was here, so you changed your mind, didn't you?"

"James, I just—"

"What the hell are you here for?!"

James lifted him up again as he spoke. I wanted to stop him, but Feng suddenly looked directly at me, which made me stunned, and then I made a move that even I couldn't believe it.

"I'm going to the bathroom..." I said, "I need to get away."

After I finished speaking, I walked out quickly. James seemed to throw him to the ground. I heard the dull sound of heavy objects falling on the ground. There were too many things in this sound. I didn't realize that I just heard it What.

Lunch that day was not pleasant.

The first is the complaint from the delivery guy. He pedaled for more than an hour to get here because his boss didn't tell him how long the journey was.When he got out of the car panting and pressed the doorbell of the villa, James and Feng were in a stalemate in the hall.I stayed outside the whole time, and when the doorbell rang I went over and opened it.

"Your...fast food..." he gasped loudly, "it might be cold, but..."

"It's okay." I said hurriedly, "I'm sorry to make you go so far...Can you come in and have a meeting? I don't have any money with me."

He obviously hesitated, but nodded quickly, and I helped him park the car, although it is impossible here