"He doesn't deserve to get your hands dirty," Wu Yu clenched Bu Chonghua's hands tightly with both hands, and gasped quickly: "These things...not worth dirtying your hands."
Wu Yu's face was pale, blood snaking from his forehead across his cheeks and nose, the pain of forcible endurance and the messy lighting of the bar gave the facial features a strange tension. Bu Chonghua looked at him, his chest was full of evil fire, and he forcibly pulled out his hand to lift his cold face, trying to make him raise his eyes and look at him: "So you know that this place shouldn't come?! "
"..."
"Do you know how dangerous this is?!"
Wu Yu kept exhaling blood and rusty heat, panting and shaking his head, pushing Bu Chonghua to signal him to go quickly. The fastest update of 999 novels Computer: https://www.999xs.com/
But at this moment, just listen to the audience crash! Wow! With a few cracks and crashes, the seven or eight Vietnamese picked up the full wine bottles and broke them fiercely. For a time, the broken glass splashed all over the sky, jumped onto the ring amidst the screams of the crowd, and yelled at them. come!
Bu Chonghua's brows were almost pressed against his eye sockets, and he quickly glanced down the stage, and saw that all his sight was messy. Everyone was pushing and shoving, and the floor was full of thrown down crowbar stool legs and With the fragments of the wine bottle, the security could not stop this riot-like situation.
He felt a heavy heart, and pushed Wu Yu behind him with his backhand, and folded his shirt cuffs twice: "Liao Gang and the others will immediately bring people for reinforcements, you go!"
Wu Yu finally barely made a hoarse voice: "You shouldn't be here..."
"Then I just watched you die right?!"
"You don't understand," Wu Yu's voice was suppressed and tense, as if forcibly suppressing a certain emotion: "I won't..."
Bu Chonghua’s evil fire instantly rushed to his head. At this time, the leader of a Vietnamese rushed towards him. He slapped his arm before he got even close, and a fiercely over-shoulder threw directly down the half-person tall man. The ring was hit face-down on the hard concrete floor on the spot, and the blood stars splashed with loud noise!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! At the same time, Bu Chonghua's shirt collar was suddenly grabbed, and the Vietnamese boxer's master raised the bottom of the bottle and roared. Then hit him on the head.
With a scream of strong wind, Bu Chonghua leaned his head and turned away, and the heavy wine bottle rubbed his body and smashed it to pieces on the pillar!
The alcohol burst all over the sky and splashed Bu Chonghua's body all over. The Vietnamese master was holding half of the bottle in his hand and wanted to smash it again. Within that thousandth of a second, Wu Yu exhaled exhaustedly, stepped on the blood-stained spring|knife on the ground with one foot, and his toes hooked up. The handle of the knife slammed, and he clasped it tightly in his palm with a slap, and he stabbed his backhand like lightning, chuckles——
The blades were all plunged into the forearms, the Vietnamese master screamed, half of the bottle slammed to the ground, blood spattered like it stopped flowing!
"Killed! Killed!"
"Kill them!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"
Some were yelling, some were running, and even the security guards rushed to the safe corridor. The Vietnamese screamed at the swear words they didn't understand, and rushed up with red eyes like crazy, Wu Yu grabbed Bu Chonghua and retreated from the ring.
In this situation on the verge of losing control, no one noticed that in the corner of the auditorium, Lin Kang put his hand in the inner pocket of his jacket, sensitively raised his head and looked to the ceiling——
A familiar movement was faintly coming from the door of the bar upstairs, and he knew who had come.
Lin Kang sighed, and finally drew the gun from the inner bag and aimed it at the ceiling, pulling the trigger without hesitation, bang!
The crowd paused for a moment, as if the pause button had been pressed, followed by a second sound:
boom! !
There was dead silence all around, and Lin Kang lowered his gun to find out the certificate and said, "No move! Police!"
On the ring, Bu Chonghua kept his open hand to block Wu Yu and jumped his eyelids. Then he only listened to the footsteps in the safe corridor. Liao Gang, Cai Lin and others led a team of about ten. The detective broke in and immediately surrounded the entire underground boxing ring: "Don't move!" "Raise your hand!"
"All squat down! Police!"
Shots and warnings were fired, and the whole scene was under control in an instant. All the gamblers were stunned, and even the red-eyed Vietnamese were given a fixation technique. There were only a few symbolic resistances who were particularly not afraid of death, and then they were kicked down and handcuffed by the wolf-like criminal police, and dragged out like a sack in the desolate cry of pain.
Click! Boss Fat Ding's cell phone dropped to the floor, and it displayed 110 which had just been connected for less than 5 seconds.
"... Your police speed is too unscientific!" The fat man crouched on the ground with a look of despair: "Can't you leave this precious opportunity to surrender to the helpless criminals?!"
"——Step! Little Wu!" Liao Gang strode through the blood stains and broken glass, motioning to the detective to quickly drag the Vietnamese away, while jumping onto the ring: "What happened? Are you okay? !"
"..."
Bu Chonghua didn't answer immediately, but stopped gasping and turned his head back, looking at Wu Yu with sharp eyes like a sword.
Wearing a loose T-shirt and sports shorts, Wu Yu was already embarrassed, and his whole body was stained with blood from his opponent. The rotating colored light above the ring has stopped, and a bunch of lights reflected his face as transparent as white, with messy black hair hanging in front of his eyes, and his slender neck extended into the old and yellowed neckline, showing a strange The thin and slender.
Liao Gang was anxious and didn't know why: "What's the matter with you two, Little Wu?"
Wu Yu sticks to the side of the ring rope, bows his upper body slightly, and covers the wound on the outer thigh tightly with one hand at an inconspicuous angle. This awkward gesture of bowing his head made him avoid all the gazes that were directed at him. Liao Gang couldn't see anything, but Bu Chonghua knew at a glance - he was nervous.
He dared not face his colleagues, perhaps even worse than his unwillingness to face enemies.
"...Your actions tonight have crossed the districts. You need to file with the Municipal Bureau and notify the district bureaus to come and coordinate with the aftermath." Bu Chonghua suddenly said in a low voice, and as expected, Liao Gang's attention was immediately attracted: "That The possibility of boxing in Vietnam may involve the abuse of addictive stimulants. We inform our sub-bureau Old Shao to come over and take him for a drug test."
"Yes!"
Bu Chonghua paused, then turned to ask: "The car is parked outside?"
"Outside, what's wrong?"
Bu Chonghua didn't seem to see Wu Yu's vigilant expression.
"I'm on the lottery." He straightened up and ordered concisely and forcefully: "Let the emergency department come and see it."
after an hour.
"Comrade police, I was wrong. You should be fined and detained, but this is really not my lead. I tried my best to fight and was beaten by the Vietnamese stupid! If you don’t believe me, look at my eyes. Look at my face? Hey, I haven't been beaten so hard since I scored 40 in the third grade math test. Comrade police, I'm really a victim..."
The entire bar was emptied, and there was a cordon around the door. All the troublemakers were handcuffed in batches and taken to the nearby police station. Fat Ding’s face was swollen like a pig’s head, and he couldn’t stand up with more than 200 catties of fat. He could only squat in the corner with his nose and tears and make transcripts with the police, and he would stop and take a breath from time to time. The two crumbling tubes of nosebleeds.
Lin Kang stepped over the piles of broken glass and empty beer cans on the ground, stopped Liao Gang who was passing by, and asked gently, "Excuse me, Deputy Liao, where is Wu Yu?"
"Oh Little Wu, he..."
Liao Gang was about to answer immediately, but somehow he suddenly paused. He said that of course Little Wu was with us, but you are a member of the public security system of other provinces. Why do you just ask Little Wu when you open your mouth?
"I don't know," Liao Gang changed abruptly and said, "Would you like to call and ask?"
"..." Lin Kang looked at Liao Gang quietly for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's okay. Go ahead."
Liao Gang was so ignorant of him that he hurried away.
Two hundred meters away from the Jagged Bar, a police Iveco parked in a quiet corner of the street. The emergency doctor crouched in front of the last row of spacious seats, cut the medical bandage with a click, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't get wet within a week. Take anti-inflammatory drugs on time. If you experience an increase in body temperature or a fever in the wound, you need to have a review in time. It is best to come to the hospital to register for a film tomorrow-don't forget! Look at this swollen back of!"
Wu Yu sat up, his hands and ten fingers were scarred, and he put on his sports shorts with effort and silence.
Bu Chonghua stood in front of his seat and nodded politely: "I see, thank you, and invite your director to dinner another day."
The doctor shattered the equipment into the portable out-patient box, exhorted a few more words, and left uneasy.
Through the late-night car window, the police lights on the street in the distance were faintly visible, and the crowd outside the cordon stopped and watched, taking pictures and talking one after another, and no one noticed the big car quietly parked under the street lights in the back alley.
Bu Chonghua looked back and put his hands in his trouser pockets: "That's how the money in your safe came from?"
"..."
"You may not dare to be so arrogant in Yundian. You haven't been in Jinhai for a long time, but you have saved up to 300,000 juniors. The number of appearances is quite frequent, right?"
Wu Yu still didn't say a word, only lowered his head, showing only the top of his dark messy hair.
"What do you want to say?" Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand to support his cheeks, and lifted his face forcefully: "Do you think this kind of public official who knows the law and breaks the law can be passed by without speaking or speaking?!"
"...I'm no longer a public official, I resigned." Wu Yu was forced to look up into Bu Chonghua's eyes and finally whispered: "If you want to think about it, you can take me to the local police station."
——He said this because he was sure he would not be arrested. And Bu Chonghua knew that this determination was not due to the foolish confidence in the relationship between the two, but Lin Kang.
Lin Kang knows exactly what Wu Yu has done in private, and may not have heard of Song Ping and Yundian, the old minister surnamed Feng. The reason why the Jagged Bar was not dealt with after being reported for two months must be related to this ambiguous acquiescence.
Wu Yu has an extremely thorough grasp of the standpoints of these people and the limits of their tolerance. He knows too well—there are countless people who do not say anything. This may be the instinct formed by his twelve years of walking on the tip of a knife. .
Wu Yu nodded the iron-like hand with force, and his face was thrown aside by inertia, only to hear a light sneer in Bu Chonghua's nose.
"Three times, Wu Yu. Counting the time when Liu Dong's fiscal year was great, Fengyuan Village encountered the cult group. Today is the third time I saved you. Can you tell me what you think?"
Wu Yu said wearily: "I told you I won't..."
"Nothing? No death?" Bu Chonghua interrupted him: "Where did your blind faith come from, because of Lin Kang?"
Wu Yu seemed to give up the explanation and looked at the ground without saying a word. Bu Chonghua's voice was soft and ruthless above his head: "I'm telling you, it's nothing. Lin Kang shot when he heard Liao Gang. After the movement that they brought people in, before that, he sat there and watched you get beaten. The only one in this world who would rush to save you when you were beaten was me!"
Wu Yu's heart seemed to be squeezed tightly, he could not help but raised his head suddenly, and instantly looked at Bu Chonghua, only to hear him gritted his teeth and said: "Except me, no one else!"
In the middle of the night, the street lights were dim, and bright squares were cast on the ground through the windows of the car, except that the entire carriage was sunken in darkness.
"...Really?" Wu Yu said hoarsely after a long time, and there seemed to be a trace of indescribable behind his tone, "Where does your blind confidence come from?"
Bu Chonghua stood on the empty ground between the left and right rows of seats, leaning down and staring at Wu Yu's face at close range. The two were no more than a few inches apart. Every word of his low magnetism and forcible repression made the air slightly vibrate: " From your feelings for me."
This is the first time that they have spread that obscure, tacit word under broad daylight.
Wu Yu froze.
"——I like you too, no different from your feelings for me." Bu Chonghua drew closer, the eyes that had been frozen all the year round flashed with hot light, and said: "Do you know where there is in this world? Are there three things that cannot be hidden no matter what? Poverty, cough, and love."
The next second he probed forward, the two kissed together, and Wu Yu raised his head and was pushed on the back of the seat.
It was like sparks falling on inflammable and explosive materials, the lead ignited to the end in a few seconds, and a raging fire was set ablaze. Bu Chonghua grabbed Wu Yu's blood-stained hand, bit the cold and soft lips, and licked away the blood rust smell in his mouth that had not yet completely faded; he seemed to be wrapped in a heavy and heavy aura that made people unable to resist. Can only be pressed in this square inch of his arms.
The electric flower burst from every inch of Wu Yu's peripheral nerves, crackling straight up to the brain, turning his mind into a blank.
Is this a dream?
It's a dream that will step into the abyss once you miss it.
He had never felt that he was so at a loss. All his senses were caught in a colorful trance. After a few minutes or a few hours, he couldn't distinguish between the numbness and the sensation gradually recovered, but his lips were still uncontrollably trembling slightly. .
"When did you like me, huh?" Bu Chonghua asked in a low voice, "It was the two of us who came back from Fengyuan Village. You ruined the confinement room of the Public Security Bureau and grabbed Song Bureau and forced him to ask him where I was. Is that time?"
Or was it the night of torrential rain, Bu Chonghua picked up Wu Yu, who was soaked in soup, and put hot water in the bath to blow his hair. The two leaned together under the warm light to eat takeout and watch TV?
Or is it from a long time ago, that failed magic, delicious steamed fish, and two boxes of Fuchun Mountain cigarettes pushed around; the whistling of police late at night, the tit-for-tat conflict, and the careful reconciliation of each other?
Wu Yu lowered his gaze, his chest heaving rapidly, without answering.
"When?" Bu Chonghua insisted on pressing his forehead, "Say?"
Wu Yu gritted his teeth and didn't answer, suddenly grabbed Bu Chonghua's shirt, and kissed back more fiercely than before.
"He doesn't deserve to get your hands dirty," Wu Yu clenched Bu Chonghua's hands tightly with both hands, and gasped quickly: "These things...not worth dirtying your hands."
Wu Yu's face was pale, blood snaking from his forehead across his cheeks and nose, the pain of forcible endurance and the messy lighting of the bar gave the facial features a strange tension. Bu Chonghua looked at him, his chest was full of evil fire, and he forcibly pulled out his hand to lift his cold face, trying to make him raise his eyes and look at him: "So you know that this place shouldn't come?! "
"..."
"Do you know how dangerous this is?!"
Wu Yu kept exhaling blood and rusty heat, panting and shaking his head, pushing Bu Chonghua to signal him to go quickly. The fastest update of 999 novels Computer: https://www.999xs.com/
But at this moment, just listen to the audience crash! Wow! With a few cracks and crashes, the seven or eight Vietnamese picked up the full wine bottles and broke them fiercely. For a time, the broken glass splashed all over the sky, jumped onto the ring amidst the screams of the crowd, and yelled at them. come!
Bu Chonghua's brows were almost pressed against his eye sockets, and he quickly glanced down the stage, and saw that all his sight was messy. Everyone was pushing and shoving, and the floor was full of thrown down crowbar stool legs and With the fragments of the wine bottle, the security could not stop this riot-like situation.
He felt a heavy heart, and pushed Wu Yu behind him with his backhand, and folded his shirt cuffs twice: "Liao Gang and the others will immediately bring people for reinforcements, you go!"
Wu Yu finally barely made a hoarse voice: "You shouldn't be here..."
"Then I just watched you die right?!"
"You don't understand," Wu Yu's voice was suppressed and tense, as if forcibly suppressing a certain emotion: "I won't..."
Bu Chonghua’s evil fire instantly rushed to his head. At this time, the leader of a Vietnamese rushed towards him. He slapped his arm before he got even close, and a fiercely over-shoulder threw directly down the half-person tall man. The ring was hit face-down on the hard concrete floor on the spot, and the blood stars splashed with loud noise!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! At the same time, Bu Chonghua's shirt collar was suddenly grabbed, and the Vietnamese boxer's master raised the bottom of the bottle and roared. Then hit him on the head.
With a scream of strong wind, Bu Chonghua leaned his head and turned away, and the heavy wine bottle rubbed his body and smashed it to pieces on the pillar!
The alcohol burst all over the sky and splashed Bu Chonghua's body all over. The Vietnamese master was holding half of the bottle in his hand and wanted to smash it again. Within that thousandth of a second, Wu Yu exhaled exhaustedly, stepped on the blood-stained spring|knife on the ground with one foot, and his toes hooked up. The handle of the knife slammed, and he clasped it tightly in his palm with a slap, and he stabbed his backhand like lightning, chuckles——
The blades were all plunged into the forearms, the Vietnamese master screamed, half of the bottle slammed to the ground, blood spattered like it stopped flowing!
"Killed! Killed!"
"Kill them!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"
Some were yelling, some were running, and even the security guards rushed to the safe corridor. The Vietnamese screamed at the swear words they didn't understand, and rushed up with red eyes like crazy, Wu Yu grabbed Bu Chonghua and retreated from the ring.
In this situation on the verge of losing control, no one noticed that in the corner of the auditorium, Lin Kang put his hand in the inner pocket of his jacket, sensitively raised his head and looked to the ceiling——
A familiar movement was faintly coming from the door of the bar upstairs, and he knew who had come.
Lin Kang sighed, and finally drew the gun from the inner bag and aimed it at the ceiling, pulling the trigger without hesitation, bang!
The crowd paused for a moment, as if the pause button had been pressed, followed by a second sound:
boom! !
There was dead silence all around, and Lin Kang lowered his gun to find out the certificate and said, "No move! Police!"
On the ring, Bu Chonghua kept his open hand to block Wu Yu and jumped his eyelids. Then he only listened to the footsteps in the safe corridor. Liao Gang, Cai Lin and others led a team of about ten. The detective broke in and immediately surrounded the entire underground boxing ring: "Don't move!" "Raise your hand!"
"All squat down! Police!"
Shots and warnings were fired, and the whole scene was under control in an instant. All the gamblers were stunned, and even the red-eyed Vietnamese were given a fixation technique. There were only a few symbolic resistances who were particularly not afraid of death, and then they were kicked down and handcuffed by the wolf-like criminal police, and dragged out like a sack in the desolate cry of pain.
Click! Boss Fat Ding's cell phone dropped to the floor, and it displayed 110 which had just been connected for less than 5 seconds.
"... Your police speed is too unscientific!" The fat man crouched on the ground with a look of despair: "Can't you leave this precious opportunity to surrender to the helpless criminals?!"
"——Step! Little Wu!" Liao Gang strode through the blood stains and broken glass, motioning to the detective to quickly drag the Vietnamese away, while jumping onto the ring: "What happened? Are you okay? !"
"..."
Bu Chonghua didn't answer immediately, but stopped gasping and turned his head back, looking at Wu Yu with sharp eyes like a sword.
Wearing a loose T-shirt and sports shorts, Wu Yu was already embarrassed, and his whole body was stained with blood from his opponent. The rotating colored light above the ring has stopped, and a bunch of lights reflected his face as transparent as white, with messy black hair hanging in front of his eyes, and his slender neck extended into the old and yellowed neckline, showing a strange The thin and slender.
Liao Gang was anxious and didn't know why: "What's the matter with you two, Little Wu?"
Wu Yu sticks to the side of the ring rope, bows his upper body slightly, and covers the wound on the outer thigh tightly with one hand at an inconspicuous angle. This awkward gesture of bowing his head made him avoid all the gazes that were directed at him. Liao Gang couldn't see anything, but Bu Chonghua knew at a glance - he was nervous.
He dared not face his colleagues, perhaps even worse than his unwillingness to face enemies.
"...Your actions tonight have crossed the districts. You need to file with the Municipal Bureau and notify the district bureaus to come and coordinate with the aftermath." Bu Chonghua suddenly said in a low voice, and as expected, Liao Gang's attention was immediately attracted: "That The possibility of boxing in Vietnam may involve the abuse of addictive stimulants. We inform our sub-bureau Old Shao to come over and take him for a drug test."
"Yes!"
Bu Chonghua paused, then turned to ask: "The car is parked outside?"
"Outside, what's wrong?"
Bu Chonghua didn't seem to see Wu Yu's vigilant expression.
"I'm on the lottery." He straightened up and ordered concisely and forcefully: "Let the emergency department come and see it."
after an hour.
"Comrade police, I was wrong. You should be fined and detained, but this is really not my lead. I tried my best to fight and was beaten by the Vietnamese stupid! If you don’t believe me, look at my eyes. Look at my face? Hey, I haven't been beaten so hard since I scored 40 in the third grade math test. Comrade police, I'm really a victim..."
The entire bar was emptied, and there was a cordon around the door. All the troublemakers were handcuffed in batches and taken to the nearby police station. Fat Ding’s face was swollen like a pig’s head, and he couldn’t stand up with more than 200 catties of fat. He could only squat in the corner with his nose and tears and make transcripts with the police, and he would stop and take a breath from time to time. The two crumbling tubes of nosebleeds.
Lin Kang stepped over the piles of broken glass and empty beer cans on the ground, stopped Liao Gang who was passing by, and asked gently, "Excuse me, Deputy Liao, where is Wu Yu?"
"Oh Little Wu, he..."
Liao Gang was about to answer immediately, but somehow he suddenly paused. He said that of course Little Wu was with us, but you are a member of the public security system of other provinces. Why do you just ask Little Wu when you open your mouth?
"I don't know," Liao Gang changed abruptly and said, "Would you like to call and ask?"
"..." Lin Kang looked at Liao Gang quietly for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's okay. Go ahead."
Liao Gang was so ignorant of him that he hurried away.
Two hundred meters away from the Jagged Bar, a police Iveco parked in a quiet corner of the street. The emergency doctor crouched in front of the last row of spacious seats, cut the medical bandage with a click, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't get wet within a week. Take anti-inflammatory drugs on time. If you experience an increase in body temperature or a fever in the wound, you need to have a review in time. It is best to come to the hospital to register for a film tomorrow-don't forget! Look at this swollen back of!"
Wu Yu sat up, his hands and ten fingers were scarred, and he put on his sports shorts with effort and silence.
Bu Chonghua stood in front of his seat and nodded politely: "I see, thank you, and invite your director to dinner another day."
The doctor shattered the equipment into the portable out-patient box, exhorted a few more words, and left uneasy.
Through the late-night car window, the police lights on the street in the distance were faintly visible, and the crowd outside the cordon stopped and watched, taking pictures and talking one after another, and no one noticed the big car quietly parked under the street lights in the back alley.
Bu Chonghua looked back and put his hands in his trouser pockets: "That's how the money in your safe came from?"
"..."
"You may not dare to be so arrogant in Yundian. You haven't been in Jinhai for a long time, but you have saved up to 300,000 juniors. The number of appearances is quite frequent, right?"
Wu Yu still didn't say a word, only lowered his head, showing only the top of his dark messy hair.
"What do you want to say?" Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand to support his cheeks, and lifted his face forcefully: "Do you think this kind of public official who knows the law and breaks the law can be passed by without speaking or speaking?!"
"...I'm no longer a public official, I resigned." Wu Yu was forced to look up into Bu Chonghua's eyes and finally whispered: "If you want to think about it, you can take me to the local police station."
——He said this because he was sure he would not be arrested. And Bu Chonghua knew that this determination was not due to the foolish confidence in the relationship between the two, but Lin Kang.
Lin Kang knows exactly what Wu Yu has done in private, and may not have heard of Song Ping and Yundian, the old minister surnamed Feng. The reason why the Jagged Bar was not dealt with after being reported for two months must be related to this ambiguous acquiescence.
Wu Yu has an extremely thorough grasp of the standpoints of these people and the limits of their tolerance. He knows too well—there are countless people who do not say anything. This may be the instinct formed by his twelve years of walking on the tip of a knife. .
Wu Yu nodded the iron-like hand with force, and his face was thrown aside by inertia, only to hear a light sneer in Bu Chonghua's nose.
"Three times, Wu Yu. Counting the time when Liu Dong's fiscal year was great, Fengyuan Village encountered the cult group. Today is the third time I saved you. Can you tell me what you think?"
Wu Yu said wearily: "I told you I won't..."
"Nothing? No death?" Bu Chonghua interrupted him: "Where did your blind faith come from, because of Lin Kang?"
Wu Yu seemed to give up the explanation and looked at the ground without saying a word. Bu Chonghua's voice was soft and ruthless above his head: "I'm telling you, it's nothing. Lin Kang shot when he heard Liao Gang. After the movement that they brought people in, before that, he sat there and watched you get beaten. The only one in this world who would rush to save you when you were beaten was me!"
Wu Yu's heart seemed to be squeezed tightly, he could not help but raised his head suddenly, and instantly looked at Bu Chonghua, only to hear him gritted his teeth and said: "Except me, no one else!"
In the middle of the night, the street lights were dim, and bright squares were cast on the ground through the windows of the car, except that the entire carriage was sunken in darkness.
"...Really?" Wu Yu said hoarsely after a long time, and there seemed to be a trace of indescribable behind his tone, "Where does your blind confidence come from?"
Bu Chonghua stood on the empty ground between the left and right rows of seats, leaning down and staring at Wu Yu's face at close range. The two were no more than a few inches apart. Every word of his low magnetism and forcible repression made the air slightly vibrate: " From your feelings for me."
This is the first time that they have spread that obscure, tacit word under broad daylight.
Wu Yu froze.
"——I like you too, no different from your feelings for me." Bu Chonghua drew closer, the eyes that had been frozen all the year round flashed with hot light, and said: "Do you know where there is in this world? Are there three things that cannot be hidden no matter what? Poverty, cough, and love."
The next second he probed forward, the two kissed together, and Wu Yu raised his head and was pushed on the back of the seat.
It was like sparks falling on inflammable and explosive materials, the lead ignited to the end in a few seconds, and a raging fire was set ablaze. Bu Chonghua grabbed Wu Yu's blood-stained hand, bit the cold and soft lips, and licked away the blood rust smell in his mouth that had not yet completely faded; he seemed to be wrapped in a heavy and heavy aura that made people unable to resist. Can only be pressed in this square inch of his arms.
The electric flower burst from every inch of Wu Yu's peripheral nerves, crackling straight up to the brain, turning his mind into a blank.
Is this a dream?
It's a dream that will step into the abyss once you miss it.
He had never felt that he was so at a loss. All his senses were caught in a colorful trance. After a few minutes or a few hours, he couldn't distinguish between the numbness and the sensation gradually recovered, but his lips were still uncontrollably trembling slightly. .
"When did you like me, huh?" Bu Chonghua asked in a low voice, "It was the two of us who came back from Fengyuan Village. You ruined the confinement room of the Public Security Bureau and grabbed Song Bureau and forced him to ask him where I was. Is that time?"
Or was it the night of torrential rain, Bu Chonghua picked up Wu Yu, who was soaked in soup, and put hot water in the bath to blow his hair. The two leaned together under the warm light to eat takeout and watch TV?
Or is it from a long time ago, that failed magic, delicious steamed fish, and two boxes of Fuchun Mountain cigarettes pushed around; the whistling of police late at night, the tit-for-tat conflict, and the careful reconciliation of each other?
Wu Yu lowered his gaze, his chest heaving rapidly, without answering.
"When?" Bu Chonghua insisted on pressing his forehead, "Say?"
Wu Yu gritted his teeth and didn't answer, suddenly grabbed Bu Chonghua's shirt, and kissed back more fiercely than before.
