Rain or shine

35

The morning sun slanted into the house through the window, the blue sea and blue sky, and the breeze blowing through the curtains.Fine dust can be seen floating in the air, the shadow of the cabinet is gradually extended, and the clock on the wall points to twelve o'clock at noon.

The cadre dormitory room in Station is a space they have lived together and are no strangers to.

The arrest warrant was cancelled, so Jason and Julius naturally returned to their respective positions, waiting for the next order from their superiors.

It's hard to breathe.

Mo Shengling groped to push away an arm that was pressing on him, and his chest immediately felt relieved.He got up from the bed, lowered his head and smelled the pullover from yesterday, as if the smell of war was still there.

As soon as he took off halfway and flung off the two sleeves, the arm that was thrown off by him raised up restlessly, put it around his left shoulder, and pulled it down hard.

"Hello!" Mo Shengling fell into the soft bed again. When his eyes could only see the darkness, he hated unexpected actions, so that he suddenly panicked and couldn't maintain the habitual silence.

Just after waking up, the hair of both of them was messed up, especially Mo Shengling's hair was more restless than usual, and there was no shape. Of course, Zuo Yaoqing was not much better, but he couldn't see himself, so he rubbed his hair. He rubbed the head of the person who was a few millimeters away, and smiled lightly.

"Zero." Without washing, his voice was low and hoarse in the morning, agitating the eardrums, which made the scalp itchy, "Morning."

While speaking, he turned over on his back, put his palm on Mo Shengling's back, tilted it up, and pulled the distance closer until his lips were tightly pressed together without any gap.

Mo Shengling's body trembled uncontrollably for a moment. His sensitive reaction undoubtedly violated his calm mind. He moved his hand and hesitated for a while, but it was not a rejection.

"Speaking of which, how about reviewing it?" Zuo Yaoqing's fingertips naturally placed on the glands of Mo Shengling's neck, making him instinctively dodge and dodge visible to the naked eye. "The method of marking." Some of his own pheromones easily teased out the pheromones hidden in Mo Shengling's subcutaneous blood vessels, and even aroused a little reassuring drowsiness.

Snapped.Mo Shengling opened his hand decisively.

"Qing, after that victory, you haven't fulfilled your promise yet."

"Um, your tournament partner?"

"Stop being stupid."

Zuo Yaoqing scratched her ears and cheeks irritably, lost interest, turned her head to one side, and the vigorous smell in the air disappeared: "I see! Answer one of your questions, right?"

"What happened in the past, I want you to tell me in detail." Mo Shengling said, paused, "Don't lie, I've heard other versions, and I can compare them."

Zuo Yaoqing wanted to say that because of Zuo Siyue's [dialysis], he already knew about it, and he didn't plan to lie to him, but the silly boy actually added threats?

He took a deep breath, and began to search for that memory deeply—it was like uncovering a layer of scars, grinning in pain, but if left alone, it would never heal.

He likes curves and lies, while Mo Shengling likes the opposite, he likes to go straight to the point and the truth.

——You see, in fact, they are quite a good match.

Some departments of the Station are very busy at this time. The data obtained by Zuo Siyue is displayed on the computer screen, and the staff members analyze the results non-stop. situation will be threatened.

Create a black hole, what a joke!Hearing Zuo Yaoqing's report for the first time, Zuo Danyun went up against the crime.Once this kind of person is not going his own way, if he can't get what he wants, he can't wait for all the people who are alive and well to be buried with him. !

Thinking of the heroic appearance of his lover, Qi Nuofeng remained calm and intoxicated for a few seconds, and finally lowered his head and coughed to regain his composure, reminding himself not to be distracted.

The suspended train was running along the track. After hearing the news, Qi Nuofeng immediately picked up the windbreaker coat behind the office seat and set off for the headquarters without any delay.

He didn't like to go to the headquarters to meet those stubborn and arrogant old men who regarded money as their life.

The train arrives.it's time.

He hurried, and went straight into the towering beehive-shaped building in front of him. The decoration inside was all in a minimalist style, and it was still very uncomfortable with the overly dull color scheme.

The door of the meeting room is black, while the ground outside is white. Whenever Qi Nuofeng pushes the door and enters, he feels like he is stepping into the quagmire. Only this time, he feels relieved and confident.

At the long oval table, everyone was present, with impatient expressions on their faces, and the screen was lit up, displaying a number of sabotage accidents and news reports related to the station.

These elderly people yelled in their mouths, berating him for "doing not understand strategy and acting too hastily", or "It is really impossible to leave it to your juniors to do things", and so on. The words country, people, and security were repeatedly mentioned in endless chatter.

Qi Nuofeng accepted it calmly, he didn't even sit down to take a sip of water, he silently and calmly swept over every face, waited for the criticism to end, and then bowed: "With all due respect, if the seniors have the heart to supervise, instead of using the tax money If you spend your days and nights, enjoy your body and mind, and become corrupt, then cases will not happen frequently, and criminals will not hide from the sky and create such disasters, endangering the people, so how can you talk about destroying the country."

"What do you mean!" Someone stood up abruptly, smashed his fist on the table, and the water in the glass in front of him splashed out.

"The younger generation's meaning is very simple, hurry up and get off your buttocks from your benches." Qi Nuofeng said, "The station will be separated from your political system and become an independent branch—our young generation is not talented, so let's be clearer. , the world is in chaos, and people need to be safe."

With that, he turned and left, the black door closed, and his feet set foot on the white road.

The alarm went off, and the red lights in the corridor flashed, but no one came to stop him.

Standing at the door were Andre and Rafael. The No. [-] Mafia was powerful, and the team led by them staged a siege of the city; and the prison guards, their electric shock batons were still glowing. .

Qi Nuofeng had been planning this change for a long time. He was not interested in power, but he couldn't violate the justice in his heart.Now that the faith of the saints has declined, the corruption inside the headquarters is serious, the terrorists' indulgent attitude is becoming more and more popular, and people are panicking. He has suppressed it for too long, and he has endured it until now.

A high-ranking person should have a sense of responsibility to the people—he is a soldier, so why doesn't he understand.

Gollum.

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After listening to Zuo Yaoqing's description, two hours had passed since he woke up, Mo Shengling hadn't opened his mouth yet, but his stomach began to protest first, he rubbed his stomach, it was really uncomfortable if it was sunken.

Hey, Zuo Yaoqing was very dissatisfied seeing that he didn't intend to respond to the past that she had exhausted to repeat, and couldn't laugh or cry.

There is no way, I am hungry now, food is more important, Mo Shengling is going to change clothes and go to the cafeteria, so thinking about it, he moves to the side of the bed, his feet step on the floor, his body follows the movement, and he stretches his arms to touch around.

Watching his appearance, Zuo Yaoqing looked up to the sky and sighed, wiped her face, and gritted her teeth: "Ah, you are really going to piss me off." He grabbed Mo Shengling's wrist with one hand, forcing him to stop, and hit him with the other hand. He snapped his fingers, called the little robot, and ordered them to open the closet in Mo Sheng's zero room and pick out some clothes.

After the goods arrived, he hugged him from behind and served him himself.

"Qing." Mo Shengling frowned, stopping his actions, "I'm blind, not useless."

"That's not it." Zuo Yaoqing said sarcastically, "I'm a big living person, I'm right next to you, and I'm still your guide. Would you die if you just ask someone to help you? You don't know which one is more efficient? Sure enough. I’m blind, let’s talk about whether my brain is useless or not.” And you won’t let me help, how can I take advantage of eating tofu, it seems that I still lack education, Zuo Yaoqing slandered.

Mo Shengling no longer resisted Zuo Yaoqing's close-quarters intimacy, the tip of his nose lingered with the breath belonging to the other party, and the sense of familiarity went back ten years ago, which made him feel at ease.

Suddenly, he recalled the conversation when they came out of Qi Ya's space and everyone was happy, and Hernan took the opportunity to drag him to the corner alone.

"That Jason, since your family's medical skills didn't find out where you were injured," Hernan winked, looked left and right, as if there was something unspeakable, hooked his shoulder and whispered in his ear , "Have you ever thought that your blindness is the result of pheromone disturbance?"

Mo Shengling was stunned for a moment, and Hernan continued: "I'm not a hunter. There are often people in the guild who get paid to find guides to get what they need - after all, hunters wander around, and there are not many regular guides. But both pheromones and mental centers need to be replenished and sorted out, otherwise it is easy to weaken the five senses, decrease the resistance, and even go crazy."

"Doesn't the school's health doctor often warn our sentry, if you feel that something is wrong, go to him to check it out. But your mental barrier is as solid as a rock, and you can be called a benchmark, so you only do regular checkups, so naturally you don't take this trivial matter of common sense. Don't worry." Hernan scratched his face with his index finger, and looked away embarrassedly, "Look! I'm not a smart person like Tang Zihao and Fujino, but smart people always like to think complicated things. Well, since it's time to find If you find someone to beat you, you should do more of what you should do, don't hold back, get angry."

"Oh," Mo Shengling swore that if he was not blind, he would definitely give Hernan a meaningful look, but he still did not forget to say a line from a stage play to express his complicated heart, "boy, do you understand it well?" .”

"Hey, it's a small matter, don't be polite to my brother." Hernan puffed up his chest and waved his hands pretending to be humble, feeling that he was really a good roommate.

"Are you blushing?" Zuo Yaoqing pushed back his forehead hair, and put his palm on his forehead, "It's uncomfortable."

His breath hit Mo Shengling's face directly, and Mo Shengling was so startled that he quickly opened his face that was too close with his hand—no, even the sense of touch is too sensitive in the blind state.

"Sunny." Mo Shengling hesitated to speak.

"Ok?"

"Um, let's go eat." He turned his back hastily, and turned his head again, as if waiting for his answer.

This clumsy and embarrassing acting skill needs to be improved.Zuo Yaoqing raised her eyebrows, she responded, and made a note in her heart, he was not in a hurry to know, Ling had a personality that could keep secrets, but she was never good at disguising, Zuo Yaoqing was keen on this kind of guessing game.

Another dormitory.

In the bathroom, water overflowed and wet the tiled floor.

Raphael immersed his whole body in the bathtub, the red blood stained the warm water red, and the wounds all over were slowly healing.

At the door, Andre leaned there, frowning, with a clean bath towel hanging on his arm, he was sulking at himself, with a serious face, and he didn't want to say a word.

"Ann, put the towel on the sink." Raphael's voice was warm and pleasant, smiling. This kind of injury should be the pain of ordinary people, "I chose it myself, no one can blame me."

The center of his spine is engraved with a spiritual brand, a mark that can enhance his strength, but it is not Zuo Danyun's phoenix, but a concise word, Sanskrit, which means pain.This is equivalent to using the mechanism of spiritual power supply instead, so the more pain and damage he suffers, the easier it is for him to stimulate his potential.

"You don't care." Andre retorted viciously, staring at it, his mood became even worse, "I just want to watch."

Raphael's talent value was weak, and he would do anything to become stronger at that time, and now he also likes to play games with injuries in exchange for lives.

The station alarm sounded, the battle horn buzzed, and at that moment, Qingling in the cafeteria was wolfing down his fourth bowl of rice.

"Report! A large number of fleets have appeared above the Southwest Sea!"