Chapter 44 Chapter 44 Desire
When An You woke up the next day, she came out of the room and suddenly smelled a fragrance, like the smell of burning in the kitchen. In addition to being surprised, An You also felt a desire to explore.
It is known that he is not in the kitchen, so now, who is the person who cooks?
When I walked into the kitchen, I found something strange. There was a silver-haired young man standing in the kitchen with a piece of cloth wrapped around his waist, which seemed to be used to cover his body.
Taking another look, I could clearly not recognize this familiar tall figure with a strong back and a black apron.
An You appeared in the kitchen, thinking she had found the wrong person. When she saw the unfamiliar figure, she couldn't help but be shocked and surprised, "Who are you?"
The man turned around, gave him a look that seemed indifferent, and responded, "What do you think?"
An You rubbed her eyes, thinking she had seen it wrongly. "No, brother? Are you cooking?"
When Anyou saw Gin cooking for the first time, she was also amazed. You know, in modern society, most people make a living by ordering takeout, and cooking is rare after all, so it seems particularly precious when you encounter one.
In addition, the number of times Gin cooked was very few.
Gin ignored him. Anyou was surprised and moved closer to observe. Her brother's warm body and breath were so close to her. It seemed that all this was real.
Before he could lean on Gin's shoulder to struggle, he was pinched by the chin and pulled behind his shoulder.
An You, whose cheek was nearly pinched, said, "Ouch, ouch, let go, it hurts."
Gin: "Don't you want to see it?"
An You shook her head, "I don't want to watch it now."
It was useless to resist. He was still dragged along to watch the farce. An You leaned on Gin's shoulder and looked around for a while, as if he suddenly understood something. "Brother, are you going to make breakfast for me?"
The eldest brother didn't answer him. An You's doubts grew stronger and stronger. Staring at the inexplicable black ingredients in his pot, she always felt that the eldest brother wanted to poison her. "Don't call me when the meal is ready. I'm tired of seeing it."
Before I could finish and was about to leave, I was suddenly grabbed by the collar and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Well……"
"Try it."
Is this true? This black thing, which is almost blurred into a mosaic, is it really edible? Damn Gin, please don't hurt me.
If you want to commit suicide, don't take me with you!
"? Don't contact me if you want to get yourself killed. I don't know you well... mmmmmm."
Before he could finish his complaint, the black food was stuffed into his mouth.
Chew chew chew.
It was surprisingly good, except for the appearance, the taste was actually quite good.
An You was surprised, "Brother, you can cook? Why isn't it obvious?"
Gin didn't say anything, and Anyou didn't care. She was very active when it came to eating.
After breakfast, it is bound to be the beginning of a boring day. Looking at the messy table, An You will not clean it up anyway. He has been spoiled by Scotland a long time ago. Being a young master has become natural and he can be free without cleaning.
An You was like a big boss. After eating and drinking his fill, he lay down on the seat. When he heard the puppy barking, he started teasing the dog again.
"Suck, suck, suck, Wangcai, come here."
Looking at the puppy licking the corner of the table excitedly, An You suddenly remembered one thing: the dog had not been fed yet.
An You asked Gin with a guilty look on his face, "Brother, what should the puppy eat?"
Gin: “…”
The cold-blooded man opposite looked at him speechlessly for a while, probably not expecting that he could provide dog-feeding services.
"Dog food."
"Oh, dog food, you need to go out and buy it. Big brother, let me make a deal. Can you lend me your Porsche?"
Gin suddenly shifted his gaze and stared at Anyou. Thinking of the Porsche that he had harmed, Anyou's eyes suddenly lowered and he looked like he was in trouble.
"You can't drive."
An You was stubborn: "So what? I'm not very good at driving, but I'm very brave. Brave, brave my friend~~"
Being brave means driving Gin's Porsche into a ditch.
Gin: "Follow me."
Gin's footsteps were in front, and An You followed him and got into the car. He didn't even feel real. Gin drove the car to the supermarket and bought some dog food for the dog. An You fed the dog food to the puppy.
The dog was obviously adopted by Anyou, but in the end it was Brother Gin who was in charge.
An You didn't really want to admit this.
…
Anyou couldn't understand why Brother Gin was always busy, especially since Brother Gin never called him for work.
It would have been fine if it had been a short time, but as time went on, he became more and more suspicious of Gin's intentions. Could it be that he was worried that he would reveal the organization's information? But what secrets could the organization have?
An You tried to analyze the purpose of the organization and discovered that he really knew nothing about the organization.
It's like playing a game, where players skip the game introduction and only start searching for information all over the world when they need it.
After all, players are special. It is understandable that they don't know the information at the beginning.
What kind of organization is this? And why does Gin never take him with him on missions? What is his intention?
He is the supreme player and the young master of the organization. Is there any information that he cannot know? Of course not. Even if there is a truth that the whole world cannot know, he, Young Master An You, must know it.
So in order to find out why Brother Gin has so many tasks and why he always hides his work details, An You got into Gin's Porsche sports car on a sunny afternoon.
The trunk of the Porsche was pitch black and he couldn't see anything clearly. He didn't know how long he waited before he finally felt the car start.
The rumbling sound of the car horn made An You very excited. Finally, the car started. For him, this was like a sign of victory. He could finally eavesdrop on Brother Gin's secret information, hahahahahahaha.
As long as we know the eldest brother's secret information, it will be easy to control him.
The car engine started, and as time passed, the shaking car body stopped, as if indicating that they had arrived at an unfamiliar place.
First, the eldest brother asked how the mission was going.
Then he heard Bourbon's voice, which was sweet and gentle, probably reporting some case.
An You leaned closer to the back of the car to listen, but only heard a little bit, and it was all useless and had nothing to do with the organization's mission. An You huddled in the small space and wondered if there was anything useful to say.
For example, some more explosive ones, such as betrayal of the organization.
It's effortless for you to speak, but the listeners are almost exhausted.
After listening to them, both of them kept repeating the same old things, about being committed to serving the organization, about the supremacy of the organization, and about not caring about life or death for the mission. It sounded like they had accidentally walked into some kind of pyramid scheme.
The oxygen in the car was thin, and as An You listened, she felt like she was listening to some kind of science program. She gradually felt very sleepy, so she lay down in the trunk and fell asleep.
Not long after, An You noticed something unusual. It seemed that someone had sat in the driver's seat. The roar of the car engine meant that the car had restarted. An You swayed back and forth in the stuffy place. It was always easy to feel sleepy in a small space. An You huddled in the trunk, with his cell phone thrown aside, and he was at a loss.
Suddenly there was a loud rumbling sound in the sky, and An You was awakened by the thunder outside the window. The car seemed to be parked on the side of a busy road, and cars outside the window were speeding past with roars.
Only there is no human voice.
I don't know how long it was before the sound of two leather shoes were heard, one in front and one behind. They should be Vodka and Gin. They always go on missions together. Wherever there is Gin, there is usually Vodka.
He heard the car door being opened and the car being started, but it did not move forward.
It was raining heavily outside the window, and the raindrops hit the car window. The sound of rain covered up some of the movements inside the car. An You moved closer in a daze, and the phone sounded. Gin was calling, another secret message?
Gin's voice was intermittent, and occasionally he could be heard saying "Vermouth", "Binga", "Kil" and so on.
He heard him snort again, "Bourbon, that guy's style of doing things is really unpleasant to watch."
It turns out he was talking bad about Bourbon!
It turns out that there are times when Brother Gin is unhappy with Bourbon.
Fight, fight.
The two of them haven't met yet, but An You, who is looking forward to watching the show, is already making trouble in her heart.
Come to think of it, I don’t know who would win in a fight between Gin and Bourbon.
However, it was only mentioned that Bourbon's style of behavior was weird and mysterious, and no extra information was revealed. An You had been waiting for a suitable opportunity, and when he eavesdropped on the information, he would go out and scare Gin.
The space in the trunk was small, and after curling up for a long time, it was inevitable that the calves would feel numb. An You tried to move her body, but she didn't notice and bumped into the car wall.
"Bang."
Silence is not a good sign. An You touched his aching head in the dark.
Inside the Porsche, Gin, who was originally holding up his phone to talk, fell silent. Vodka looked back in confusion and asked, "What's wrong, brother?"
Gin made a silent gesture: "Shh, there's someone in the car."
Vodka's pupils trembled, and his surprise was beyond words. "Someone got into Big Brother's car. Where is it?"
Gin stood up to check. There was no hiding space in the back seat. There was only one place left. His cold eyes fell on the trunk. Following his eyes, Vodka also understood, and the two got out of the car quietly.
In order not to alert the people in the back car, they walked very lightly. Vodka opened the trunk while Gin loaded the pistol.
The damp and cold air first penetrated An You's nostrils. The fragrance of the trees on the rain-washed streets became even stronger. But why did the trunk suddenly become so cold? An You turned her head and felt a chill on her head. A pitch-black cylindrical object was pressed against her forehead.
An You: ...
It was a familiar feeling, a chill that penetrated deep into his bones. From the times An You had been shot, he had become adept at identifying what was on his head.
Under the dim streetlight, An You and the man holding a gun to their heads looked at each other, and finally An You was the first to say hello, "Hi."
The man was shocked: "Why is it you!"
An You: "Why can't it be me!"
With a gun pointed at his head, he still had the mood to chatter. Gin stared at him for a long time, and his handsome face, which had always been extremely cold and cruel, began to change, probably like ripples on the water.
The tip of the iceberg hit the reef and melted briefly.
If Gin had not investigated his background and knew that he truly had no offensive power, he would not have indulged him for so long.
Facing Gin's gaze that looked like he could rip him apart, An You felt guilty for two seconds.
He thought his eavesdropping plan would fail, but he didn't expect it to be discovered so quickly.
Eavesdropping is fun for a while, but it will lead to death afterwards. He has not yet thought about the consequences.
But he soon recovered on his own.
After regaining his composure, he quietly reached out, placed his claws on Gin's arm, and gently persuaded, "Donor, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right here."
No, rather than gentle persuasion, it sounds more like Buddhist persuasion.
"Don't keep pointing a gun at my head. It's not good. If the gun goes off accidentally, it will be a sin. Amitabha, my Buddha... have mercy on me."
He was hit on the head and the gun casing felt cold, which made him panic and even stutter.
Before the gun was even moved, An You continued to work hard, launching a self-help guide, trying to fill her elder brother with poisonous chicken soup. "Life is like a mirror. When you smile, it smiles back at you. When you are angry, it scowls back at you. From today on, we must be emotionally stable adults."
Gin glanced at him sideways, not caring about the hand on his wrist.
Gin ordered expressionlessly, "Get down and get in the car."
"oh."
An You was about to climb out. The trunk of a car was not a place to hide people. An adult had to curl up to get in. After staying there for too long, his legs and feet became numb and he couldn't move at all in the narrow space. Before he could get out, he bumped into the trunk again. There was a loud bang that hurt.
Vodka took a breath, "Hiss, Master, are you okay?"
Gin was tortured watching his clumsiness.
After his patience ran out, he simply reached out, grabbed An You's collar, and dragged him out.
An You protested, "Don't use violent transportation, I'm not cargo!"
After being lifted up by the arm and lying on Gin's shoulder, Anyou supported his shoulders. He was suddenly lifted up high, feeling unstable and without a foothold, which was not a pleasant feeling. Finally, he grabbed Gin's hair with his panicked hands.
He raised his head and felt the cool and refreshing rain on his face. He murmured, "The rain hasn't stopped yet."
Gin: "When did you come in? Before the rain?"
An You shook her head: "Before the afternoon."
Gin: "..." He probably didn't expect that Anyou, a non-member of the organization, could get into the trunk for such a long time under his strict defense.
After all, Gin is mature and cautious. He can notice any slight change. Even if there is no change, he can still suspect something.
A person with his undercover radar fully activated analyzes and doubts everyone with the same suspicious eye as an undercover agent.
An You had actually strolled in during his inspection. She had strolled in, acting as if she were at home. It was like someone wandering around in the midst of a hail of bullets, seemingly unconcerned, like someone who wasn't even human.
However, Gin hadn't prepared for Anyou, whose attack power was zero. This person, whose IQ was comparable to Vodka's, whose conscience rivaled that of a freshman, Gin felt he could still barely tolerate his presence.
"What did you hear?"
An You: "I heard you say bad things about Bourbon, but don't worry, if you two fight, I will definitely stand by you."
Gin: ...bad words and fighting, how can you say this, where does this conclusion come from.
"Besides this?"
An You: "No, it's raining outside and the raindrops are too loud to hear clearly."
His chin was pinched, and Gin's face became even more sinister and indifferent in the darkness. "What did you originally want to know?"
An You: "I wanted to find out your weaknesses, but I didn't overhear anyone saying bad things about you."
Smoke was curling around Gin's lips, and he blew out a smoke ring, right at Anyou's face.
The light smoke could not harm him, but An You felt like he was inhaling secondhand smoke again.
Gin: "What weakness?"
An You pondered, "For example, if you're not good at sniping or fighting, you'll fall down if you pile up."
After Vodka helped open the car door, he heard their conversation and joined in, "Big Brother doesn't seem to have any shortcomings."
"Big brother's sniping range has reached 700 yards, so he's pretty versatile at least."
An You: ...Okay, okay, stop showing off to me. Hearing too much about other people’s excellence will only make me unrecognizable.
Being crammed into the back seat, An You muttered, "My weaknesses aren't necessarily in my skills; they might be in other areas too."
His voice was very soft, and it was just a complaint. Gin, who was about to leave, had sharp ears and still heard it. He sneered and didn't bother to argue with him about this nonsense.
An You got into the car and suddenly remembered that she hadn't brought her phone with her. "Wait a minute, where's my phone? It seems to be in the trunk."
Vodka was still standing outside the car. When he heard An You's call, he immediately offered his courtesy, "Master, you don't have to come down. It's raining outside. I'll find it for you."
Vodka groped around in the dark car, almost half of his body inside. But he didn't bring a flashlight, so he just searched blindly until his cell phone rang. He then followed the light and found his phone. Vodka handed the phone to An You and asked curiously, "Master, someone called you. The note is "Silver-haired Lady". Who is this?"
An You's mouth twitched. He looked at his nose and eyes, and wondered how he could best explain this to Vodka. Forget it, he'd just wait for him to figure it out.
Vodka looked up and saw the cell phone in Brother Gin's hand. The screen was flashing, indicating that a call was being made to a certain account.
Obviously, the eldest brother would not call suddenly, this call was made to the mobile phone in his hand.
Doesn’t this just match up, silver hair, noble lady, it’s talking about the eldest brother, but where did this noble lady image come from?
Vodka carefully glanced at his brother's expression and saw a cold and ruthless face.
Gin raised the corners of his mouth, his silver hair obscured his profile. No one knew what he was thinking, and they could only judge that he was silent through the scarlet reflection in the car window.
The smoke on the lips drifted in the air and was blown away by the damp and cold air outside the window.
Time ticked by as if it had been paused, and the ringing sound became more noticeable in the small space inside the car.
It was the first time that Vodka felt that a cell phone could be so hot. Hiss, don’t give me this hot potato, don’t give it to me.
The phone slipped in his hand a few times and fell back onto Anyou's legs. Anyou held up the phone, looked back at Gin through the rearview mirror, and said embarrassedly, "I found the phone."
Before he could decide whether to answer the call in person, the call was hung up.
The car was silent for a moment, and Vodka tried his best to reduce his presence.
"drive."
Vodka, "Oh oh."
An You fell on the back seat and fell asleep again with the sound of rain outside the window. When she woke up, she was already in Gin's villa.
The minimalist decoration style of his living room makes people feel like they are in an ice cellar. I don’t know how he survived. The house is spotless and there are very few signs of life. It is like a huge tomb.
An You climbed up from the sofa and saw a broad shoulder. However, this time her elder brother was no longer staring at the computer. Instead, he did nothing and just stayed by her side.
His broad body was like a wall, tightly blocking An You inside the sofa. An You stretched and rubbed her eyes, "Brother? What time is it now?"
Gin turned his head and glanced at Anyou: "It's twelve o'clock."
An You was like a leisurely cat. He first circled around the villa calmly. Since it was a familiar villa, he let down his guard.
He scratched his itchy chin and said in a sleepy voice, "Why are you sitting next to me instead of going to bed at twelve?"
Gin slowly turned his head, his green eyes staring at Anyou, like a cheetah's eyes, sweeping over his red eyes and fair cheeks after he woke up.
"Nothing, just look at you."
An Youren woke up, but his brain was still slow to figure out his brother's intentions. What did he mean?
But his mouth always reacted faster than his brain, "Okay, then you should also get me a bottle of water."
Gin raised his eyebrows, as if he was annoyed by him and laughed, with a hint of danger in his smile, "You are quite arrogant."
Although this threatened An You, she still stepped aside honestly. An You then discovered that there was some mineral water stored in the storage cabinet in the living room.
Well, how should I put it? In this luxurious villa with zero worldly atmosphere, nothing would be strange. Gin must be using the villa as a hotel.
Before he could take the mineral water, he found that the bottle had been unscrewed, with the bottle mouth facing his mouth. Gin held the bottle and water at room temperature was flowing into his mouth.
Before An You could react, she was given a sip of water. Would her brother be so kind as to feed her water?
If he doesn't keep his promise, Gin will murder him!
He must be planning to avenge the incident with the silver-haired noble lady.
But don't do this kind of thing. He was just talking nonsense, and his crime doesn't deserve the death penalty.
An You struggled desperately, the water choked her throat, and her cheeks turned red with pain.
An You's face was pinched, but the hand wearing a black glove showed a different kind of strength at this time, which was so strong that it could not be ignored. An You's little strength was naturally unable to compete with him. She was held down by the jaw and took another gulp of water.
"Mmm, gurgle gurgle. You..."
The water flowed down his chin and into his snow-white neck.
The man, half asleep and wearing loose clothes, had his eyes wide open and was grabbing his collar in resistance. His expression was full of anger and fear, as gorgeous as a painting.
He probably didn't know that the resistance was neither light nor heavy, but a weak enough resistance was like a stimulant for flirting, which only ignited deeper desires.
His struggle was reflected in his cold pupils. It turned out that only those who were in control of the palm of their hands were obedient.
It happened again, and for no apparent reason. Anyou tried desperately to pry Gin's hands apart, trying to get away, but this man was like a solid wall of steel and couldn't be pried apart no matter what she did.
Seeing that he had almost finished drinking, Gin loosened his grip. The water flowed down his chin and wet his gloves. Gin looked down at Anyou condescendingly, "Are you full?"
An You covered her almost broken throat and coughed non-stop, "No, what on earth do you want to do? Why did you suddenly pour water on me? Do you want to murder me?"
Gin had a half-smile on his face as he stared at Anyou, "I just want you to be more awake and not be so confused."
When An You fell silent, he took a nap. As soon as he woke up, she bullied him in various ways and asked him to stay alert. Now they are so harsh to the young master of the organization.
An You was still angry, but the most urgent thing was to lift up his collar to check. His shirt was wet and sticking to his body, which was not comfortable at all.
The mineral water dripped all the way onto the sofa, and now the sofa could no longer be sat on. An You stood up, and before she was ready to complain, something white covered her head.
An You pulled it down from above her head and found that it was the pajamas she had chosen, although it was bought with Gin's card.
When I looked up again, I saw the person who brought me the pajamas, or should I say the culprit, which would be more appropriate.
His cold eyes swept across An You's collarbone, "You're soaked, go change your clothes."
An You: "Of course I know, but you forced me to drink water! It's inexplicable!"
An You turned her back, took off her wet clothes, and shook the water stains off her chest. She was completely unaware that the gaze behind her was not innocent.
The young man's body has not been exposed to wind and sun, the lines of his shoulders and back are relatively delicate, and his skin is relatively moist. The only problem is that he is too thin. He probably doesn't like sports, so the student's youthful aura seems particularly strong.
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