Perhaps it was because the temperature of the air conditioner was too low. That night, An Luo never slept well. He always felt a strange coldness all over his body. No matter how tightly the quilt was wrapped, he couldn't relieve it. He was half asleep and half awake. In between, many strange pictures suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
The woman in the photo has become three-dimensional in the dream, with a gentle and kind smile, smilingly waving to Xiao An Luo, "Xiao Luo Xiao Luo, come and take a picture, this side." The little An Luo in the dream was very reluctant She walked over to him, holding her hand with a face of grievance, pinching her face, touching her head, and taking pictures in various strange poses.
The dream is very messy, and many unfamiliar scenes about the woman are quickly replayed in front of my eyes, the bright sunshine in the suburbs, the fragrant beef on the barbecue, the woman holding Xiao An Luo's warm palm... Finally, the car turned over to the hillside and exploded with a bang. In one scene, he heard that little An Luo screaming hoarsely—mom—mom! !
An Luo suddenly woke up from the dream, sat up straight from the bed, and met a pair of black eyes.
"What's wrong with my brother?" An Ze sat beside the bed, stretched out his hand, and gently touched An Luo's forehead.
"It's alright, it's just a nightmare." An Luo turned his head to avoid his hand, clenched his fingers in the bed and gasped quickly. The terrible dream made his face unnaturally pale, and his clothes were rubbed in a mess. The buttons were all loosened, revealing a large white chest.
An Ze thoughtfully looked at his pale face and gasping for breath, his eyes gradually deepened.
After a while, An Luo finally calmed down, controlled his intense heartbeat, and looked down, only to find that his upper body was messy, almost completely naked, and An Ze's eyes were...
Although they were all men, An Luo was a little embarrassed to be seen so early in the morning, and said with a sullen face, "Please knock on the door before entering my bedroom in the future. This is the most basic courtesy."
An Ze whispered, "I knocked, but you didn't hear it."
"..." An Luo was too lazy to pay attention to him and wanted to turn around and get out of bed, but he gently pulled his arm.
"What's the matter with the injury on the body?" An Ze pointed to the shallow scars on his lower abdomen.
When An Luo just woke up, he was lying in the hospital ward. He had severe whiplashes on his chest and abdomen. He had to clean the wounds and change the dressings every day during the hospitalization. After a period of treatment, the wounds are now It has basically healed, but there is still a clear pale pink scar, which looks very obvious in comparison with the fair complexion.
An Luo looked down at the scar on his abdomen, frowned and said, "I don't remember, it was probably beaten during the kidnapping."
An Ze's pupils shrank slightly, and he was silent for a moment before reaching out and gently touching the wound, "Does it still hurt?"
An Luo said lightly: "If it was you, would you mind this little injury?"
An Ze didn't speak, but the look on his face already gave the answer.
An Luo said, "Neither would I."
As a man, it’s nothing to worry about a little wound on the body. An Luo doesn’t care about this kind of scar at all. In his previous life, he walked on the tip of a knife a lot of time. The injury he suffered was much more terrible than this. He was hit by a bullet in his leg, blood was flowing, he gritted his teeth and tore his shirt to wrap his right leg, took out a gun to kill the killers, and then dragged his injured right leg into the car and escaped smoothly.
Today's whiplash is just a piece of cake for him.
An Luo lowered his head and fastened the buttons of his pajamas. Although An Ze's gaze made him a little uncomfortable, An Luo quickly ignored the discomfort of being watched... He lifted the quilt and sat beside the bed, looking at An Ze. One glance and said, "Take me to the bathroom, I want to wash my face."
Listening to his command-like tone, An Ze couldn't help but slightly raised his lips, stretched out his arms and gently picked him up, put him on the wheelchair he just brought, and pushed him into the bathroom.
An Luo said, "You can go out first."
Anze didn't go out.
An Luo glanced at him, "If you are interested, you can also watch me brushing my teeth."
Anze nodded.
Then he really stood there, watching An Luo brush his teeth with a straight face, as if watching a serious military exercise.
An Luo ignored him, turned around to wash his face and brushed his teeth, and said, "Take me downstairs."
"Okay." An Ze walked over solemnly, leaned down and wanted to hug him, but suddenly stopped when his hand passed under his legs, looked up at him and said, "Brother doesn't seem to mind me hugging you today. Go downstairs?"
An Luo said: "Because I don't want to climb downstairs with my hands like a zombie."
An Ze imagined that scene, and couldn't help but smile, "Brother can tell bad jokes."
An Luo said, "I didn't tell a joke."
"Well, this one is colder."
"..." An Luo was too lazy to refute. An Ze's personality is probably like this, it's useless for you to refute what he believes.
When the two walked out of the bedroom, they saw An Mo who had just woken up. An Ze said to him, "Morning." He ignored him and continued to carry his brother downstairs.
An Mo smiled and said, "Why did my brother get up so early?"
An Luo said: "I was woken up by someone."
An Ze glanced at him and said nothing.
***
On the dining table downstairs, An Yudong was sitting there reading a newspaper. Seeing An Luo being carried downstairs by An Ze, he smiled and said, "An Luo, what are you doing up so early? You can sleep a little longer."
An Luo said, "It's okay, I went to bed early last night."
While talking, breakfast was already on the table. An Yudong put down the newspaper and said, "Then have breakfast with us."
An Luo glanced at the newspaper and found that it was the latest Entertainment Weekly. The headline on it seemed to say Hua An Group. An Luo had already learned something from the process of watching the news every day during the hospitalization. Hua An Group belongs to the An family. The industry is one of the three giants in the entertainment industry today, and has cultivated a large number of first-line stars, including the second brother An Yan.
An Luo asked with some doubts: "Dad, is there something wrong with the company?"
An Yudong smiled and said, "You don't need to worry about this, you just need to recuperate at home with peace of mind."
Although he said that, An Luo felt that since he was reborn into the An family, he couldn't eat and live with them, but he didn't care about anything but a rice bug. But now, I can't help myself, who is inconvenient to move, and I can only talk about it after a while.
An Luo bowed his head and ate breakfast silently. After eating, he said, "By the way, Dad, I want to move the bedroom downstairs."
An Ze said, "Brother can just change with me. My bedroom is on the first floor. You can come and live there."
"No." An Luo rejected him without hesitation, turning to look at An Yudong, "Dad, is there any room downstairs? I want to rearrange a bedroom."
An Yu Dong smiled and said, "There is an unused guest room downstairs, can I use it as your bedroom?"
An Luo nodded: "Okay."
***
After breakfast, An Yudong went to work in the company, An Mo said that he was going to party with friends, and only An Luo and An Ze were left at home.
The quick-witted servant quickly packed a new bedroom, and arranged it exactly as An Luo ordered. The sheets and duvets were all newly purchased. By the time it was finished, it was lunchtime, and An Luo wiped the sweat from his forehead. , sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the new bedroom arranged according to his liking with satisfaction.
Suddenly, An Ze opened the door and walked in, closing the door.
The expression on his face was calm, and he couldn't see any emotions. He only said in a low voice, "Just change it with me, why bother to clean it up again?"
An Luo did not speak.
An Ze looked at him and asked, "Brother hates sleeping in my bedroom?"
An Luo was silent for a while, then raised his head and said, "Anze, come here."
An Ze frowned and walked to An Luo. An Luo beckoned him to get closer, and An Ze got closer, so close that he could feel each other's breath.
The ambiguous distance made the air almost freeze, and after a long while, An Ze finally said suspiciously: "Brother?"
An Luo turned his head slightly, leaned close to his ear, pressed his ear, and said word by word, "I suspect that someone has installed a bug in my bedroom on the third floor."
"… "
Different from the coldness on his face, the breath spitting in his ears was warm and soft, like a feather brushing gently through the bottom of his heart.
An Ze raised his head and met An Luo's calm but serious gaze.
"I don't want you to be eavesdropped, understand?" An Luo said.
An Ze nodded, leaned into his ear, and whispered, "How did your brother find out?"
An Luo said: "Intuition."
An Ze was silent for a moment, "That is to say, my brother is just relying on his intuition, without any evidence?"
An Luo was a little unhappy about being questioned by An Ze, but he couldn't refute An Ze's conclusion.
He really made his judgment based on his intuition. An Luo, who has been walking on the tip of a knife for many years, is almost always on guard that there will be traitors and undercover agents around him, so his senses are also sharper than ordinary people. He had a strange intuition that he must be being watched, otherwise, the An family would not have disappeared for three days and almost died, but the police couldn't find any clues.
When he picked up the photo frame yesterday, An Luo was acutely aware that the photo frame was sandwiched, and it seemed that it had been opened. Moreover, the angle of the photo frame was not from the front. It was obviously moved by someone. If someone put a bug in it. …
An Luo decided to tell An Ze about this doubt, "I found out..."
Unexpectedly, An Ze turned around suddenly.
An Luo, who originally wanted to talk to his ear, didn't have time to brake, and his lips were firmly kissed on his lips.
The author has something to say: take the initiative to kiss the younger brother, cough, this is not good, Xiao Luo
An Luo (blushes embarrassedly): I didn't mean it, who knew he would suddenly come over...
Anze (smiles): It's okay, I don't mind.
An Yan: Not only do you not mind, but you are looking forward to it = =
Anze: ^_^
An Yan: Don't imitate me!