dream eater

Chapter 11 Do You Have Time Tonight?

When Jiang Heran, who controls the "dining table" seats, attends occasions as the leader, he is always surrounded by followers who bend their waists for power and intend to share the profits.

After mourning and offering flowers, the cold-faced leader had no intention of dealing with people, and pushed Tsurui as a "social butterfly" into the crowd, and was about to leave with the rest of his men.

He Jing, who was like a little white lotus in front of Jiang Heran, treated other people without blood, slowly expressing that this is not a place to talk, and if there is anything that can be discussed with him in private.

Jiang impressively released the dose of "insecticide", and the buzzing "flies" flew away decisively.

Those who cherish life have those who are not afraid of death.

Seeing a person go against the general trend and "fly" recklessly to die.

Dressed like a Christmas tree, with yellow hair tattooed on his face, he was the most festive person at the whole funeral.

It is completely impossible to see that the protagonist of this funeral is his own father.

Before the other party could speak, Jiang Heran cut off the other party's greeting, "Swallow your address back."

Ellison tilted his head innocently, "But you are indeed my godfather's wife."

Seeing the face of the dead in the coffin, Jiang Heran said almost kindly out of humanitarian concern: "Marriage is the tomb of love, and he has already entered the tomb. Heavenly Father witnessed that we didn't even exchange rings, let alone Say 'I do' - you might as well go down and ask your godfather yourself - love is blind and impulsive, after thinking for so long that the skull has cooled down, he must be more unwilling than me."

Speaking of the schemer, another character who is often tied up with him will naturally also be pulled out for a walk.

Ellison thoughtfully skipped the topic, looked around among the subordinates brought by Jiang Heran, and asked about Fan Tian.

Ellison's father was a family friend with the late strategist. Fan Tian was the successor before, and his friendship with Ellison's family is only a lot more than Jiang's. Fan Tian has a cold personality, but he knows how to behave in the world. He was meticulous and considerate in receiving people and things, and he deserved to be there.

Jiang Heran was aware of Fan Tian's character, and he didn't think that Fan Tian was angry because he didn't walk with him in the morning, so he guessed reasonably: "Maybe he died somewhere."

Speaking of death.

Ellison, the thunder-stomping madman, has another topic, "The deputy of your organization has been dying a bit lately."

It was originally an assassination organization, but the high-level executives were repeatedly assassinated. The degree of embarrassment was no different from directly reaching out to slap Jiang Heran in the face.

The annoyed Jiang Heran smiled without anger when he heard the words, touched the top of Ellison's head kindly, and said in the tone of a person who has experienced it: "It's not easy for you to live so smoothly."

Two severe death patients were exchanging their illnesses, and a deputy who had been declared dead appeared alive in front of everyone.

Ellison greeted Fan Tian with a warm tone like a New Year's greeting, as if he completely forgot that the other party was here to attend his father's farewell ceremony.

Fortunately, Fan Tian didn't seem to come here specifically to condolences.

Fan Tian lowered his gaze, and called the one who was surrounded by the crowd "leader" first, and then stopped here, as if he came here specially to meet Jiang Heran.

Jiang Heran was dressed in a neat formal attire, and Fan Tian's eyes followed the opponent's wrists that were as white as porcelain against the black clothes to his chest.

The flesh that flashed past in the surveillance screen, when facing him directly, reappeared in Fan Tian's mind—whether the red finger marks from last night bloomed on his chest like the last time, blooming a beautiful scene of cyan and purple.

The adopted son of the wolf's ambition, purely out of curiosity, wanted to strip off the person who raised him.

Jiang Heran took down the white rose pinned to his chest, and Tsurui, who was beside him, smiled and begged Jiang Heran for the flower.

Jiang paused for a moment and didn't give it.

He twirled the rose half a circle on his finger, and beckoned to Fan Tian.

Jiang Heran walked out and explained the reason, "The flowers brought out from the funeral have a bad meaning."

Recently, the internal situation is not peaceful. When his deputy is too dangerous, Jiang is unwilling to give this unlucky thing to Tsurui, and out of the gentleman's cultivation of not littering in the public, he hands the flower to Fan Tian.

Another deputy who received the flowers: "..."

When passing by, Fan Tian called Jiang Heran to stop.

"Father."

Jiang Heran stirred the candy in his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and raised his brows, wondering why this cheap son suddenly behaved so well.

Fan Tian peeled off the stinging thorn on the receptacle, and the belated guests at the funeral pinned the flower to his chest.

"Do you have time tonight? I want to talk to you about some private matters."

The content of the conversation was not simulated well. After all, language cannot reveal the inside story, and camera equipment placed in the dark can.

Jiang Heran's mood was briefly offended, and he was happy for a second because the person he preferred took the initiative to invite him. However, as he himself said, love is impulsive. Enthusiasm was exhausted and turned into ashes, and the spark flickered for a moment, and then it was extinguished.

Jiang Heran said flatly, "No time."

Fan Tian showed moderate sincerity: "I can wait for you anytime late."

This is a sentence with many meanings.

Jiang impressively frowned impetuously between his brows.

Fan Tian withdrew his foot from probing at the opponent's cordon, and explained: "Your opinion is very important to me."

He Jing looked at the traces of hanging around Fan Tian's neck, and felt a bit gossip.

Fan Tian seldom discussed private matters with Jiang Heran, and Jiang Heran didn't refuse any more blindly, instead he said whatever he wanted, "Then just wait slowly."

The leader's lackey should be docile.

Naturally, Fan Tian could afford to wait.

Although the source of all the secrets lies in Jiang Heran, but with Fan Tian's rigor, he should first figure out his own abnormality and interpret the truth step by step, instead of swimming directly to the center of the dangerous vortex.

He was afraid that Jiang might not be able to wait - the time of the current leader is numbered.

Half a day has passed, and the video with a huge amount of information has not been fully digested. Looking at the back of the leader who has gone away, Jiang Heran's humble confession at the beginning of the video echoed again in Fan Tian's mind.

Does Jiang Heran treat him well?

The heartless adopted son asked himself, tentatively, he was treated kindly.

However, compared to the enmity between Jiang Heran and him, this kindness can't make up for anything at all.

Although the schemer who adopted Fan Tian was not as affectionate and righteous as the second-generation leader treated Jiang Heran, he also had the kindness of "feeding meat" to the little wolf cub he recognized.Fan Tian, ​​who found out the real culprit who murdered him, should repay his kindness with the flesh and blood of the enemy.

Jiang Heran took the leadership position through bloodshed and sacrifices, and among those sacrificed were many subordinates who were sincere to Fan Tian.

And Jiang Heran's position in the past should have belonged to Fan Tian.

Even Jiang impressively treated him well, but it was only out of a substitute for his emotions.

Fan Tian held grudges against him for a reason, so he couldn't understand that Jiang Heran would really expect him to remember that bit of kindness.

It's so simple and ridiculous that it doesn't look like Jiang impressively.

So what is the reason?

Fan Tian wanted to find out everything before the dust settled.

The upright leader didn't keep Fan Tian waiting that night.

Jiang Heran took off his suit jacket somewhere, and he rolled up the cuffs of his shirt twice in fear of the heat, but the neckline was fastened to the top button.

On the neckline, there is a new "export" lipstick stamp.

Jiang Heran always has a few days every month that he doesn't want to be Japanese and want to be Japanese.Three days have passed, and the brain-burning desire has cooled down a lot. If it weren't for the appointment with Fan Tian, ​​he would vent his declining sexual thoughts in a normal way tonight.

As impulsive as love is sexual desire, and when alone with the person in front of me, there are signs of resurgence, and the burning is not in the right place.

"Say what you want to say quickly." Jiang Heran took a sip of the wine with ice, and said irritably, "Don't delay my rest."

Fan Tian stared at the lipstick mark for two seconds.

"The first elder summoned me in private, and through my investigations during this period, I learned that their people have different intentions." Fan Tian narrated in a template-like tone: "I hope father can be careful."

"Really, that's all you want to say?" Jiang stared into the other's eyes, "I thought you came to ask how your neck was strangled like that—or do you know how?"

Fan Tian opened his mouth and came, "I sometimes sleepwalk after I fall asleep, probably because I inadvertently talked about it, so I didn't disturb you."

"I didn't notice this, maybe I slept too deeply." Jiang Heran added wine to the glass, more casually than Fan Tian, ​​"Usually when you sleep with me, you are very good."

Good son: "..."

"That's good." Fan Tian, ​​who once again took the opportunity to bury the monitoring equipment, retreated strategically, "Let's not disturb your rest for now. Good night, leader."

Before the refund was complete, Fan Tian, ​​who had set up the camera in the living room of Jiang Heran's private house due to the violent wind and rain outside, took it for granted to stay in the guest room of the "target"'s house.

Fan Tian, ​​who used to be a driver in the past, often stayed here overnight, and soon fell asleep due to his deliberate emptiness of thoughts.

However, when I was about to fall asleep, the "pornography" was inserted in my mind like a viral pop-up advertisement.

Fan Tian sat up startled in his dying dream, and locked the door of his room.

Thinking of exploring the facts, Fan Tian silently opened the lock again.

He was so entangled so repeatedly that the lock was about to be broken by him. The man whose traumatized spirit hadn't returned to the normal channel finally decided to have a peaceful night, locked the door and window, and lay back on the bed.

A night of lightning and thunder is doomed to be restless.

Fan Tian's consciousness flickered, and he felt something was wrong.

He was already lying on the bed, as if caught in a certain cycle, he was making the movement of lying down the moment he opened his eyes.

The feeling that something was wrong was confirmed when he felt the water on the waistline of his underwear.

The door locked by him was already unlocked.

Fan Tian looked at the dial of the fluorescent clock. When he closed his eyes and opened them, the hour hand moved two ticks, but for him it was just a half-asleep and half-awake shaking of his mind—his self-examination was once again impossible. situation out of control.

Fan Tian connected the receiver of the camera to the mobile screen to trace back the lost time.

Before the spider builds a web, it hooks an extended fixed silk thread. It didn't expect to be able to stick to the prey. It just placed a camera from the perspective of observing the development of the situation.

The real-time monitoring on the screen showed that the lights outside the living room had been turned off.

Fan Tian adjusted the progress bar to the front, and saw that after he entered the room, Jiang Heran was still sitting there alone drinking leisurely.

Jiang Heran raised the glass high, looked through the glass at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, shook the wine in the glass, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly towards the overflowing light.

In the room surrounded by darkness, the smile lit up on the screen is just like the light and shadow reflected on his face, with the light that can dispel the darkness.

Fan Tian looked at the meaningless content in the picture at a normal speed.

Watching Jiang impressively drank a bottle of wine, smoked half a cigarette, ate a piece of candy, relied on the serum prepared at home, and went to fish for the brightest poison in the snake box. Afterwards, he successfully held the snake in his hand and coiled it for a while, until a phone call came, and the poor little one who had been played with was put back.

Tsurui was very concerned about his boss's private life, and actively inquired about the conversation between "father and son".

Jiang Heran, who was perfunctory by Fan Tian, ​​went back to Hejing even more perfunctorily, and walked towards the master bedroom while answering the phone. At this moment, Fan Tian saw himself in the picture.

Jiang Heran put away his phone, pushed away the man who came up to him silently, he was more puzzled than Fan Tian in front of the screen, "Why are you sleepwalking again?"

Fan Tian in front of the screen was even more speechless than Jiang Heran.

His lock is mainly to prevent someone who is shameless from "seducing" him and getting together again.Although his body didn't resist him, his waking mind couldn't accept it.

However, in front of him, he took the initiative to walk towards this person, and he hugged Jiang impressively in his arms desperately as if he was overwhelmed by the hug he didn't get when he was tied up last time.

From Jiang's unexpected question, Fan Tian ruled out for the time being that his abnormal sleepwalking state was due to the possibility of the other party's tricks.

Fan Tian hugged him silently for a while, then suddenly opened his mouth and bit Jiang Heran's neck.

Right in front of that lipstick mark.

Jiang who escaped the poisonous snake but not the "mad dog" hissed loudly, "Are you looking for a beating?"

Jiang, who was able to do his best to be unreasonable, didn't hit anyone, but pinched the man's cheek, "There are too many sleepwalking people walking around, sleepwalking chasing and biting people, what kind of swimming are you doing?"

Fan Tian's facial expression was paralyzed, it was obvious that the signal was poorly received, and he was not in the service area.

Jiang Heran patted the other person's face lightly, "Look at it with a smile."

Under Jiang Heran's repeated teasing, the well-trained "pet dog" immediately obediently obeyed on the condition that he wanted to kiss.

"Beast Tamer" was very satisfied, and took the initiative to lick the other party's lips.

Kissing and kissing, the "beast" driven by instinct is not satisfied with this.

Fan Tian, ​​who was already familiar with the man in his arms, accurately sucked Jiang Heran's nipples through his shirt, and chewed them moistly.

The adopted son, who wanted to strip him naked during the day, had his wish come true at night. He tore open the front of the leader's shirt and pushed him down on the sofa.

"Answer my question first." Jiang Heran gasped for breath, "What is your real purpose for coming to Jiang Heran today?"

After a long silence, Fan Tian heard himself on the screen answer sincerely: "I want to get to know you."

Fan Tian in front of the screen fell silent for a long time.

One day, he was betrayed by himself.