Chapter 294: Face and heart are not in harmony

Qi Zhe put one foot on the table. His eyes, which were always full of anger, were now a little confused. He looked innocent and harmless. Who would have thought that the international criminal who was as cunning as a fox and as arrogant as a wolf would be drunk after drinking one glass of wine?

Now he was fooled by Zhou Zipei and Chu Mian to drink a whole bottle. It is estimated that standing here intact is his limit.

"No, I can't hold it anymore. You continue, don't worry about me." Qi Zhe said vaguely.

Zhou Zipei said okay, and then drank tea instead of wine.

Chu Mian had a half smile on his face, looking harmless. After confirming that Qi Zhe was already drunk and unconscious, he asked tentatively: "Qi Zhe, when did you and Dieyin know each other?"

Qi Zhe leaned on the sofa, without much reaction, as if he was trying to think about the meaning of Chu Mian's words. After he reacted, he counted on his fingers and said: "It seems to be... one, two, three years ago."

Zhou Zipei put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and said: "Three years ago, what did Dieyin do in Country L?"

This question seemed difficult for him to answer. Qi Zhe frowned and thought for a while, and said: "I don't know. Sister Yin didn't tell me. " Tell me."

Zhou Zipei hadn't said anything yet, when she was suddenly startled by Qi Zhe's wailing, "Ahhhhhhhh, why didn't Sister Yin tell me? Why didn't she tell me? Doesn't she trust me?"

As soon as this question popped into his mind, Qi Zhe sat up with shock in his dying illness. He immediately grabbed Zhou Zipei's shoulder and questioned, "Do you think Sister Yin has other brothers outside behind my back, so she kept a secret from me? I want to kill that bitch."

As he said that, he stood up and was about to chop the so-called "bitch" with an imposing manner, like a resentful husband who had lost his favor.

Zhou Zipei narrowed his eyes, looking him up and down, his dark pupils suddenly darkened, and his tone was suspicious and dangerous: "You are to Dieyin..."

Qi Zhe thought he was doubting his feelings for Sister Yin, and said: "I am loyal to Sister Yin, and she is the only one I will obey in my life, so Sister Yin can only have me in this life..."

Zhou Zipei's face became darker and darker as he listened, and he had half of his 40-meter sword drawn.

"Servant." Qi Zhe slowly added the last two words.

Zhou Zipei's body paused, and he half-clenched his fingers into a fist and covered his lips with his hands, coughing twice.

After being interrupted by him, Qi Zhe forgot about going to settle accounts with the "scumbag" and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Zipei smiled and said that it was nothing, poured him a cup of tea, and said calmly: "Drink some hot tea, don't catch a cold."

The drunk Qi Zhe's IQ dropped sharply, and he was no different from a mentally retarded person. Zhou Zipei's tricking him was like a joke.

He took it, took a sip, and said with emotion: "You are a very nice person."

Chu Mian: "..."

He covered half of his face without looking, and then exchanged glances with Zhou Zipei, indicating that he should ask the real business.

Zhou Zipei said: "Who assassinated you this time?"

Qi Zhe's words when he was sober were believed at most 60% to 70%. Even if he did not investigate the mastermind behind the scenes, he would at least have a guess in his heart. However, he directly said that he didn't know, which must be strange.

"I know this," Qi Zhe said complacently, like a primary school student who finally knew the answer, "The Federal Government, it seems there is also 602."

Federal Government!!!

Zhou Zipei and Chu Mian could not hide their surprise. If it was 602, it would be understandable, after all, they were just doing their job, and there might be someone else who wanted to assassinate Qi Zhe.

But it was not surprising that the Federal Government also wanted Qi Zhe dead.

Qi Zhe and Dieyin are good friends, and Dieyin is a powerful major general in the federal government, and is particularly valued by the organization. How could she order the assassination of her friend?

Aren't they afraid that Dieyin, who has a large number of troops, will rebel?

Or maybe... Dieyin doesn't know about this.

Zhou Zipei straightened his expression, without a smile on his face, and looked at Qi Zhe and said, "Does Dieyin know that the federal government assassinated you?" Qi

Zhe drooped his eyelids, listlessly occupying the entire sofa, and said lazily, "Nonsense, of course I know."

Zhou Zipei: "..."

Do you know

what Chu Mian pondered, "Die Yin knew about this, and yet allowed the federal government to do so. It seems that Qi Zhe is well aware of this. Is there a reason for this, or is this guy just a love-brained person?"

Zhou Zipei looked at Chu Mian with a dark face. Chu Mian smiled and surrendered, begging for mercy, "Okay, I made a slip of the tongue. It should be the love-brained person, the master of the servant."

Zhou Zipei then relaxed his expression and looked away. Naturally, he did not see the corners of Chu Mian's mouth that could not help but rise.

"What master and servant?" When Qi Zhe heard the word servant, it was as if a switch mechanism was triggered, and he shouted, "I will always be Sister Yin's most loyal servant."

Zhou Zipei pretended not to hear his nonsense and immediately took the opportunity to ask, "Why does Dieyin want to kill you?"

Qi Zhe's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had a last burst of light, and he shouted angrily, "What the hell are you talking about? Sister Yin will kill you but not me."

Zhou Zipei snorted coldly and sneered, "Don't worry, your sister Yin will never want to kill me."

Unfortunately, Qi Zhe didn't hear him. After cursing, he immediately turned off the phone and lay on the sofa, drunk and unconscious. No matter how he shouted, it was useless.

Chu Mian sighed and said with a smile: "Why are you arguing with a drunkard?"

Zhou Zipei was unmoved: "He is just a corpse. I will bring him back to life first and then we can see what's going on."

"Okay, whatever you say." Chu Mian said: "According to Qi Zhe, Dieyin doesn't want to kill him, but she is trying to kill him. Isn't this contradictory?"

Zhou Zipei's fingers were clean and long, his nails were neatly trimmed, and the tendons on the back of his hands were obvious, like a flawless work of art. At this moment, his fingertips tapped lightly on the table, making a dull "click" sound.

"Maybe there is another possibility..." He paused, his eyes were unfathomably deep, as if he was organizing his words,

"It is the federal government that wants to kill Qi Zhe."

It sounded like nonsense, but Chu Mian instantly understood what he meant and said, "You mean, the federal government does not represent Dieyin's ideas. And Dieyin is not completely obedient to the federal government, at least on the surface they are in the same group."

Zhou Zipei curled her lips and said, "Yes. In other words, either Dieyin has already had the idea of ​​leaving the federal government, and now she is just not in harmony with them, or... she will definitely have this idea in the future."

Qi Zhe turned over unconsciously, sleeping peacefully and sweetly. He didn't know that he had stepped into the trap of his good brothers unconsciously, and just had no logic from himself. In the three words, he was about to reason.

Ayin

is still the sound of Ayin. No matter how many times in the past and present, it will not be angry with the federal government, the kind and cute Lu Yiyin

.

Chu Mian saw the expression on his face and was really happy for his junior brother. He knew very well how his junior brother had survived these years in pain and despair.

Fortunately, all the struggles were worth it. At least now Lu Siyin was still alive. Not only was he alive and well, but they also found him.

It seemed that Lu Siyin's amnesia was not that difficult to accept.

"If so, your success rate in pursuing Dieyin seems to have increased a little."

Zhou Zipei's delicate eyebrows seemed to be drawn with a brush. The tail of his eyes was slightly raised, and the decadence finally dissipated a little. He smiled and said, "My success rate in pursuing her has always been the upper limit."

He has always been 100% sure about this matter. Anyway, there is all the time left.

...

After the conversation ended and the goal was achieved, Chu Mian planned to get up and leave, but Zhou Zipei was worried that Qi Zhe would have an accident, so he stayed with him in the bar.

According to what Chu Mian said before he left, he has a family now, and if he comes home late, he might be scolded. He

showed off in front of Zhou Zipei, who sneered indifferently, but his eyes were like a knife.

After watching Chu Mian leave, he felt a little emotional. He was always one step ahead of his senior brother before, but now the situation is completely opposite. It turns out that you have to pay for what you have done.

Zhou Zipei took a sip of tea and suddenly felt that the bitterness of this tea was so obvious.

Chu Mian hurried home before dark. After finding Lu Jingshu, he moved from the hotel to her apartment. After

unlocking the door with fingerprints, he found that it was pitch black inside, and only the soft moonlight shone through the window without the curtains drawn, so that he could barely see things.

Chu Mian couldn't help but frown. After turning on the light, he looked at the empty living room and finally had to face the fact that Jingshu hadn't come back yet.

The day before yesterday, she told him that she had something important to discuss with Baihu. Chu Mian thought it was about Lu Siyin and needed to mobilize the internal power of 602. It was inconvenient for others to participate, so he didn't ask much.

But now three days have passed, and Chu Mian's mood instantly fell. He raised his hand and pressed his brows, and walked towards the bedroom.

Obviously, Lu Jingshu has come over all these years, but after the reunion, after only two or three days of not seeing each other, I feel empty in my heart and uncomfortable all over.

He took off his coat, unbuttoned his collar, and laughed to himself.

I didn't expect that I would be so hypocritical.

Chu Mian lay flat on the bed, half asleep, and seemed to hear a slight movement, so light that it seemed like an illusion, and he thought he was dreaming.

Until he felt a dent next to him, the quilt on his body was slightly pulled, and there was a light breath beside his ear.

He slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look to the side. It was Lu Jingshu.

Chu Mian woke up immediately, and his eyebrows like fresh snow burst into surprise. The corners of his lips slightly raised, and then he took Lu Jingshu, who was still cool, into his arms.

The sleepiness that had just been brewing in Lu Jingshu was mostly dispelled by this movement. Her body stiffened slightly for a moment, and she turned sideways, moving her left arm slightly away from him.

Chu Mian's voice was still hoarse from just waking up: "When did you come?"

Lu Jingshu was silent for a moment, and said, "Just now."

Chu Mian seemed to laugh softly in her ear, and hummed lazily.

Lu Jingshu thought he would ask her what she had done in the past few days, and she had been thinking about the words in her mind, how to organize the language so that he would not be suspicious.

But she didn't expect Chu Mian to be quiet at this point, as if he realized that she didn't want to say more, and gave her enough respect.

Lu Jingshu was completely relieved, closed her eyes and continued to sleep.

When her consciousness was in chaos, she felt the person behind her hugging her tighter and tighter, and the hot and wet breath sprayed on her neck, heavy and rapid, which seemed ambiguous and extremely sexy in the quiet night.

Lu Jingshu regained consciousness and half-opened her eyes. Her face was still as calm as water, but her ears were gradually reddening.

Chu Mian lowered his head and kissed the skin at the hollow of her neck from time to time, gradually moving up to behind her ears, and chuckled.

The magnetic voice made Lu Jingshu frown, and she suppressed her desire to touch her ears.

"Awake."

Lu Jingshu's eyelashes trembled, and she hummed as a response.

Chu Mian stopped talking again.

The curtains in the bedroom were closed and the lights were off. In the pitch-black darkness, they could only touch each other by feeling. The night was silent, and the eyes could not see, which amplified the hearing and touch.

They could even hear each other's heartbeats, which were fast and regular.

As heavy as drums.

Chu Mian turned Lu Jingshu over, lowered his head and kissed her lips, so he didn't notice that she frowned in discomfort just now, and quickly covered it up.

The rustling sound of clothes rubbing against the quilt, and the occasional involuntary groans, seemed sexy and abrupt in the quiet room. No matter how introverted Lu Jingshu was, she felt her cheeks getting hot at this moment.

I don't know how long it took, Chu Mian leaned against her forehead, panting softly.

The hand holding Lu Jingshu's waist was as hot as a stove, and his fingertips lightly lifted it and sank under the clothes.

Lu Jingshu's eyes were clearer at this time, and she suddenly pressed his hand.

Chu Mian's eyes were filled with lust, his pupils were as black as ink, and seemed to blend into the night. He raised his eyes in confusion,

kissed the corner of her mouth, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Lu Jingshu was concerned about the wound on her left arm, pushed away from his arms a little, and said, "Today... I don't want to."

Chu Mian thought something was wrong, and he breathed a sigh of relief, lay back, pulled her clothes up, and said in the same tone, "Okay."

Regardless of his own uncomfortable body reaction, he once again pulled Lu Jingshu into his arms, face to face, and gently touched her forehead with his lips, "Good night."

There was indeed no other action after that.

Lu Jingshu's heart was warm, but her body felt very cold. Even though she was held by Chu Mian, she still felt cold to the bone.

She said nothing, thinking that it was probably a stress response caused by the wound.

Chu Mian was very sensitive. The next second when Lu Jingshu was not in the right mood, he noticed it.

At this time, he could faintly smell a very light smell of blood on the tip of his nose, "You are injured."

He instantly relaxed his hold on her, fearing that he would touch her wound, and his expression was extremely annoyed.

Chu Mian turned on the bedside lamp, and the room was instantly illuminated by the dim light. He also saw that Lu Jingshu's face was pale at this time, and he was immediately frightened.