"You explain to me what is going on with that group of people first?!"

Hu Baichuan's eyes looked sharp at He Jiu.

The air in the ward suddenly became serious. He Jiu looked away a little, but he opened his mouth long and said nothing.

The most, the best, what wine...

The family finally got together once, but in such a rigid atmosphere.

Hu Baichuan is waiting for He Jiu's explanation, and Hu Zui is actually expecting He Jiu to explain.

however……

"Father... he just woke up."

When He Jiu was about to explain He Jiu, he interrupted the terrible atmosphere that this question extended.

Hu's voice was dry and deep.

It's not that Hui Baichuan doesn't care about his son, but it's all this time.

He Jiu messed with him to the point where he even dragged him into the water. Hun Baichuan felt sorry for the two children, but he couldn't just let them act like nothing.

"The most..."

He Jiu heard the dryest voice of Hu, I'm afraid that Muta and the others are worried about themselves, and Hu is most worried that he can't sleep because he is worried?

I haven't looked at Hu's most face carefully.

For him, the always hard-boiled Zuzu... Now he also reveals the kind of fatigue that needless to say.

In the end, He Jiu couldn't open his mouth to comfort him.

After all, at this time, he can't even take care of himself, how can he talk about the most distressed?

Hu Baichuan was so helpless that he didn't know what he was thinking when he looked at Hu's head.

It can only be Zhu Baichuan who turned around and left the ward, and in the end he did not start to be aggressive.

Only He Jiu and Hui were left in the ward.

In the rest of his life, the softness of the deepest piece of steel in Hu's heart was finally revealed.

"Don't you ask anything?"

He Jiu looked at Hu's profile, his lips trembling in a low voice.

"..."

Hui closed his eyes most and didn't make a sound and didn't look back at He Jiu.

silence……

It seemed that something was going to collapse before the silence.

He Jiu let this silence lasted for a long, long time, then slowly stretched out his hand and touched the most cheek.

He Jiu's palm was extremely hot, but his fingers unexpectedly got cold.

This gesture of raising one's hand is not too difficult, but it is by no means an easy movement for He Jiu at this time.

He Jiu's lips slowly reddened, and even his cheeks began to show some sickly blushes.

He did not let He Jiu take the initiative to continue for too long.

Then he stretched out his hand to hold the wine and touched his cheek.

The strongest hand of Hu is still so strong and powerful.

He Jiu felt the temperature of Huo's palm and looked at Huo's profile.

As if he felt He Jiu's urgent gaze.

Hu finally turned his face around, and then exchanged his eyes with He Jiu...

When the eyes of Hu Zui and He Jiu were entangled with an inexplicable sentiment.

Unprepared, He Jiu leaned forward and wanted to kiss his lips.

"..."

However, Hui avoided it most subconsciously.

It was just a very subtle little movement, so subtle that when Hu most subconsciously removed his lips...Because he couldn't find his lips, He Jiu followed his head more strongly, and then he kissed Hu most strongly.

He Jiu's kiss is too long.

It's been a long time, and it's obviously a lover who should have been familiar with. But there is always a feeling like a world away...

"The most..."

He Jiu stretched out his tongue to pry open Hu's tightest lips.

However, Hu with his eyes closed frowned the most, and his lips were closed tightly as if he wanted to deliberately conceal the things that had already been exposed.

"The most..."

He Jiu embraced Fu Zuo's neck encouragingly, and couldn't get Fu Zuo's mouth, so He Jiu could only hang on most of Fu Zuo's body.

Then he murmured something as if he was stuck in Hu's ear.

Hu was most afraid that He Jiu would feel uncomfortable holding him like this, and he could only stand up slightly with He Jiu's back in his backhand and wanted to put He Jiu back on the bed.

"The best! ... If you don't let me kiss me again, I'll pull the tube out of my body now!"

When I feel that Hu most wants to lie down and get rid of his intentions by the way.

He Jiu was originally soft and soft because of the pain, but at this moment it finally disappeared.

Holding He Jiu's back, he placed He Jiu on a slightly sloped hospital bed.

Because He Jiu refused to let go, Huo could only be forced to support his hands on both sides of He Jiu's ears and let He Jiu hug his neck.

Frowning slightly, Hu most looked at He Jiu in a condescending posture.

Although He Jiu's face was stained with a little red, it was a little more coordinated.

But He Jiu's haggard face was also more obvious, very sickly.

Hu sighed softly, then slowly lowered his body in He Jiu's displeased eyes.

He Jiu finally got his wish and kissed Hu's mouth.

Hu is always worried about what wine he will accidentally press, so he doesn't know how cautious he moves.

As a protected person, He Jiu was lying on the side where he kissed Hu the most happily while unruly unbuttoning Hu's most rigorous military uniform with his hands.

He Jiu can be called a slender little hand prank like a prank.

Originally, this scene should look **** and hot.

But in fact, for the rest of his life, He Jiu and Zhu are the most concerned.

They are just seeking comfort in the huge panic in such an intimate act.

He Jiu finally touched Hu's body.

Everything about Hu Zong seems to be very strange and familiar.

He Jiu felt as if he had returned to their bedroom when he gently rubbed the scars on his last back.

The most important mansion is really not too small.

But human memory is very strange.

He Jiu closed his eyes and then kissed, relying on the scars on his back and fantasizing that he was in that beautiful bedroom.

The huge windows...the curtains like light gauze and mist...and the solid and soft bed...

He Jiu's hand slowly touched, remembering.

Until he finally touched the new injury that Hu had filled in Jidia...

He Jiu's hand paused on Hu's newly injured shoulder.

The lingering and gentle kiss finally ended slowly.

And He Jiu's soft hand is covering Hu's latest injured shoulder...

Almost no one cares whether the most hurt will lead to pain or death.

Almost everyone thinks that the person who is as cold as steel has no pain.

All the strong are superior.

No one asks about the most painful thing, no one dares, and no one thinks...

Before the lips of Hu's face holding He Jiu the most, he felt the moist drips on He Jiu's face.

"..."

Hui most raised his head and looked at He Jiu who gritted his teeth and wept.

Hu least knows why He Jiu is crying.

But even with uncontrollable tears, He Jiu was unwilling to cry badly like a hysterical weak.

He is not sympathetic to the most.

He is not a Virgin either... He Jiu will not feel the loneliness and pain of all the aloof people for the sake of empathy.

Except for the most...except for the most.

He Jiu, as long as he thinks that this person will spend his whole life to pay for almost all his happiness and indulgence, he is only to fulfill his responsibility and protect this country...

He Jiu felt that he was uncontrollable sadness, uncontrollable distress.

Everyone is afraid of the strong.

They are all afraid of the weapons in the hands of the strong, but all beings are equal in this world. No matter how strong people are, it does not mean that they can eliminate all misfortune and suffering.

He Jiu was holding the most in his arms, there were too many things in his heart, too many feelings to say.

But touching the scar on Hu's most shoulder, He Jiu shook his head and couldn't say anything.

He Jiu also felt that he was terrible.

He is impulsive and loves to get into trouble.

From the first time I met Hu Zui, he swore his power and willfulness with his teeth and claws.

The seemingly indifferent Hu Zong is actually a very gentle person.

Obviously there are a thousand ways to shut yourself up, but you always endure yourself.

Don't discriminate against one's own identity, don't pursue one's own past, even if there is no seemingly inferior surveillance of oneself in private. But even in that case, Hu Zui left enough freedom for He Jiu.

He Jiu had already wanted to understand why he was so irresistible and entangled with him the most during the days when he was absent.

Like a worthy person, choose a worthy relationship.

He Jiu knew that he wasn't worthy of the supreme Zou Zong, and he also knew that he might be separated from Zou Zou one day.

But in these short lives, He Jiu was very thankful that he could do something. Can still love someone... and even do something for the one you love.

What will happen in the future, okay?

He Jiu wanted to do his best to leave something for Hu.

It was to repay the kindness that Hu brought him out of the research institute in the first place, whether it was for the sales contract he signed with him, or... it was just for his pure love for the person.

"I don't ask you anything. Don't cry..."

If you say that there is something most feared by Hu in this world, probably except for the defeat of the imperial army and the country's peril... I am afraid that there will be tears of wine left, right?

Except when He Jiu almost used it strong before, He Jiu used crying to resist.

I didn't really see He Jiu crying after that.

He didn't cry even when he saw his injury...

Why are you crying now?

He thought about it the most, guessing that He Jiu was disturbed by his father's problem.

So he was not as soft-hearted as the leader of the generals, and he used his inertial cold voice to comfort the crying wine.

The best is the kind of person who is fierce and tough no matter how you look at it.

Therefore, whenever Hui is most comforting, there is an unspeakable sense of violation.

If people who don't know the best look at the most comfortable face and listen to the most comforted by the best, I'm afraid that most people will think that the best is just reprimanding people.

He Jiu put his arms around Hu Zuo's neck and he squeezed Hu Zuo to the side of his hospital bed.

Fortunately, the luxurious ward of Hejiu has a large enough bed.

Hu was lying next to He Jiu the most helpless, always afraid that he would crush He Jiu by accident.

As a result, he is cautious on the most side, but He Jiu has a look on his face, ‘I’m in pain if I want to hurt, you are afraid of being an egg! ’Expression.

The most speechless squad can only be a salty pig with scattered military uniforms, who can touch it with his hands.

In the end, He Jiu lay on Hu's strongest chest and drew boring circles...

"Asshole liar."

The tears on He Jiu's face have not yet dried.

In the hug of He Jiu, the nun who automatically hugged He Jiu's waist unknowingly fell asleep with his eyes closed after a while...

Hu hadn't closed his eyes for many days.

The temperature and taste of He Jiu made it possible for the most vigilant Zhu to enter a peaceful dreamland.

He Jiu curled his lips and made a small triumphant expression when he felt that Hu was holding him tightly after he fell asleep the most.

Holding Miao's most face, feeling that no one is left and right, he will kiss him completely faceless and skinless.

The body is still not good, and I don't know if the power of longevity can be used.

He Jiu stared at his face motionless, but in the end he dragged his injured body and rubbed the new wound on his body with a hand that squeezed out the strength of eternal life.

In his sleep, the brow opened most slowly.

The subconscious knows that the person in his arms is still there, so the most still sank safely into the comfort brought by the power of longevity.

He Jiu’s forehead was full of sweat, and he dared to use his abilities before he was fully healthy...

After a while, he slumped like a dead dog on Hu's body and thought, "If Master Muta and Master know about it, I must be dead!" ’

With an unrepentant smirk, He Jiu ‘bommed’ on Hu’s chest for the last moment of the day and then closed his eyes...together fell asleep...