NOVEL NEXT Chapter 253 Isn’t this a coincidence?
The sunlight was mostly blocked by the heavy fabric. The man huddled on the soft bed turned over, his eyes were closed tightly, his forehead was messy, but his eyebrows were wrinkled, as if he was very distressed by the fact that he had woken up.
The smooth silk sheets hang down a long length along the mattress, and the silk is covered between the waist and abdomen. The fair skin looks extremely fragile, and even some traces of blood vessels can be seen, but the muscles hidden underneath are growing with the movement. Breathing rises and falls slowly.
"Wow."
The door was pushed open a little, and the man casually brushed back a handful of scattered curly hair. He looked at the dim room with a not-so-gentle smile, "When Zero is keeping vigil for you, will the carpet next to the bed be yours?" beside?"
Tang Muqing opened his eyes, raised his hand and pressed his temples before looking over. He couldn't help but be surprised, "They sent me back. Why is it you this morning? Could it be that..."
The second half of the sentence was not spoken, but instead there was a hint of teasing smile.
Ignoring the quilt that slipped off his body, he leaned carelessly on the bedside and smiled at Matsuda Jinpei, his voice a little hoarse as if he had just woken up, "Ah, you like me? Do you want to throw yourself into my arms?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Matsuda Jinpei rolled his eyes.
He put his hands in his pockets and turned around, snorting coldly, "I sent all your good sisters home last night. They were too wet to go home, so I had to call Hiro to pick me up. "
Oh, let him give it away and have a good rest?
He doesn't want it!
We are all friends, so of course we have to share the joys and sorrows...forget it, let's just share the sorrows.
"Ah?" Tang Muqing's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly became unreliable. He leaned forward and narrowed his eyes, "Hiro? In the middle of the night? Picking you up? How much effort did I put into getting him to have a normal schedule, and then it was all gone? How dare you get rid of his night shift? Is this how you waste my hard work? "
Did you know that Ginjiu asked Zhu Fu Jingguang to use his gun to show off, and each time he had to exchange gold bars for it?
Is that a gun?
That's a janitor!
You have to keep an eye on the mission from before it starts until the end. Although you may not have a chance to shoot, as a sniper... you are highly mentally stressed. Even if you stay in one position, it will have a long-term impact on your mind and body. It's a burden!
Was it just ruined? !
Hearing this, Matsuda Jinpei looked back and said, "Oh, don't worry, he didn't even answer my call. I crawled to you by myself."
If it weren't for his resentment for not answering the phone, why would he be here?
Aren't you going to take revenge by destroying the warm life of three people?
In the end, it was a yawning Zero who opened the door. It is said that Zero locked the two of them in a room when he was tired of covering himself up with the quilt, and forced the resigned assistant to work again.
When he woke up in the morning, Hiro couldn't open the door and was almost late for work.
"Oh." Tang Muqing felt relieved. He stood up and walked towards the bathroom in the bedroom, wondering: "What about another one? Are you off today?"
"There is another guy who did some bad things. He came here to pick up his lunch." Matsuda Jinpei frowned and looked at Tang Muqing with an indescribable look, "Can't you wear some clothes when you sleep?"
"Huh?" Tang Muqing turned his head, met Matsuda Jinpei's gaze, and then looked down at himself.
He is wearing underwear, does he still need to put on three layers inside and three outside when sleeping?
"Then don't look at it?" Tang Muqing let out an inexplicable laugh, stepped on the floor tiles barefoot and turned on the shower, his tone full of joking, "I keep staring at me lustfully, and say I don't wear enough? I still I really can’t believe you didn’t tear off your clothes and run naked to take a shower when you were extremely tired during training at the police academy…”
Matsuda Jinpei:......
That's true, but...
That's a brother, okay?
What is Tang Muqing? !
Tang Muqing is a playboy!
Matsuda Jinpei couldn't hold back, curled his lips and closed the door to the holiday. He wandered casually to the living room and sat down. He opened the drawer under the coffee table without noticing anything and went to look through Tang Muqing's cigarette inventory with a critical look. Pick and choose.
Ten minutes later, Matsuda Jinpei was slapped on the forehead.
Matsuda Jinpei turned his head blankly, still holding a cigarette in his mouth, "Huh?"
What?
Why hit him? !
Can Tang Muqing, a younger brother who is several years younger than himself, still be a little self-conscious!
Tang Muqing raised his hand and looked down at Matsuda Jinpei. After a while, he said, "Children, don't smoke."
When Little Curly smokes, his hands itch, and he wants to kick him down and then slap him wildly.
Matsuda Jinpei:......
"I'm almost thirty and I'm still a child?" Matsuda Jinpei's eyes widened in disbelief, "What the hell are you talking about!"
Tang Muqing sighed softly, put on his pajamas and walked around to sit on the other side, lowering his eyes and lighting a cigarette for himself.
He's like a policeman, with curly hair, he switches between lively and steady like crazy, and occasionally acts a little too radically.
Isn't this a coincidence?
It makes people feel uncomfortable even if they want to take action.
"A child is going crazy with just one sentence. Isn't that a child's temper?" Tang Muqing chuckled, leaning on the sofa and chewing a cigarette, looking at Matsuda Jinpei through the rising smoke.
Hey, I really want the other person to change his hair style, but I feel that if he changes his hair style, he won't look that arrogant anymore.
"If you don't say a few words, I won't get angry." Matsuda Jinpei touched his head and leaned on the back of the sofa.
The door panel made a click, and Matsuda Jinpei looked over eagerly like a dog, "Zero!"
Jianggu Ling:......
Although Tang Muqing knew everyone's identities and friendship, he could at least pretend to do it, right?
Fukitani Rei took a deep look at Matsuda Jinpei, and after meeting those expectant eyes, he sighed helplessly in his heart.
He put what he was carrying on the coffee table and glanced at Tang Muqing, "The housekeeper prepared the stir-fry, and I sent it to Hiro."
"Yeah." Tang Muqing responded. He chewed a cigarette and looked down at his phone. After a while, he said, "Look at the calendar first and tell me... what day is next weekend?"
Jianggu Ling:......
Jianggu Lingfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, "You don't recognize the calendar again?"
"Well, have you ever heard of Capgras Syndrome? People with the disease will think that their relatives and colleagues around them are pretended by others. It can also be called stand-in syndrome?" Tang Muqing turned his head and looked at Jiang Guling with a look on his face. Innocent, "You can temporarily think that I suffer from Capgras syndrome of dates. I feel that all dates are confusing, like a stand-in. I took leave on Monday and was replaced by Tuesday."
Jianggu Ling:......
Why did he suddenly feel that studying psychology too much would make him a little crazy?
"Next Tuesday, March 15th." Fang Gu Ling glanced briefly and said calmly, "What's the matter?"
Tang Muqing glanced at the one-month calendar and jumped back. He put away his phone and opened the thermal bag, "You set aside a day to take Hiro for a physical examination and pick me up after that. I plan to take my Canary on a trip. Then I will meet a little girl with small fangs and dark green eyes. "