The Secret of Misfortune and Love

Every step the man took was heavy. He walked through the long corridor and turned into a huge basement. The decoration was quite luxurious, and the lights illuminated the underground world very brightly. Made of bulletproof glass, a person lying on a hospital bed inside is connected to various instruments, wearing an oxygen mask, and holding a heart rate monitor on his finger.

Nangong Minghuang glanced at the distraught man beside him and snorted coldly, "You should be very happy to see him like this now!"

The man didn't speak, his fingertips were trembling.

Nangong Minghuang continued with a sneer, "After more than 20 hours of craniotomy, I was lucky to save my life, but it is a pity that it is almost dead, and has become a vegetable."

"Can you tell me what happened when he was injured?"

"Hehe, what, you want to avenge him? It's a pity that the assassin who assassinated him has already died of poison. You don't need to think about it. It's the hands of Mafia's internal high-level officials who want to seize power. How cautious and ruthless my brother is usually It's a pity that since meeting you again, he has almost lost his soul."

"Where's Estee?"

"It should be dead. It fell into the sea, but the body was not found. It must have been fed to the sharks."

"Could it be that he escaped?"

"Shot in the heart, I can't live."

"Is it also the hands of those killers?"

"Timothy's hand!"

The man was stunned, lying on the glass and staring at the person on the bed inside without blinking. The person just lay there quietly, never uttering vicious words or smiling at him again.

"Why are you being so hypocritical now? Aren't you getting together with our little brother Luo Ding when you leave him alone again and again? It's really a good knife." Nangong smiled coldly.

Wolfblade clenched his lips and did not speak. He knew that he had no right to judge Timothy and Estee together. If it wasn't for that man's plan for Timothy, Timothy would have fallen into the hands of that damn pervert. , if it wasn't like that, I'm afraid the ending would be even more miserable, right?As for being with Wei Bing, it must have broken Timothy's heart. When he met him more than ten years ago, he said that Wei Bing was everything to him.

"If you want to stay here with him, you can do so." After speaking, Nangong left indifferently.

He lit a cigarette and smoked it. Recently, his addiction to cigarettes has been very heavy, and his temper has become more and more violent.

"Young master, Churchill and his henchmen have been taken down, and they are being locked up at the No. [-] dungeon point. What should we do?" the subordinate reported.

"Chop him up for me and send his head to his old buddy Judas."

Back in the study, he took a deep breath of the last cigarette and then squeezed out the cigarette butt with his index finger and thumb, as if he was a criminal waiting for the sentence.

"Young Master." A man dressed in black came in, holding the box containing the ashes in his hand.

As if he had aged a lot in an instant, Nangong Han got up from his seat, took the box, "Go out."

Only himself and the burning incense were left in the room, no, and that person.

"Jing Ke, I've brought you back."

"Stay by my side from now on and don't go anywhere."

He pressed his face against the box, the pain in his eyes became clearer.

The turbulent Italy was cleared up in just two months. Because Timothy had become a vegetable, and those high-level officials who had betrayed Mafia were all cleaned up by Nangong Hades, he became the new godfather of Mafia, a A more intimidating ruler than Timothy.

"Thank you Mr. Pei for your help!"

"Congratulations on being honored as the Godfather of Mafia."

The Italian media would naturally report on this matter. In the picture, Nangong Hades walked into the building surrounded by everyone in a well-trimmed suit, and held an urn in his arms.

"Excuse me, Mr. Pross, is this the urn of the previous godfather? I heard that the previous godfather was assassinated and died."

His own name is Nangonghan, but he took Timothy's family name, Emperor of the Underworld-Pross.

He had all the reporters kicked out, and then participated in a series of activities.

Afterwards, no matter where he attended activities, he always carried that urn, as if it had become a symbol of him. Although many people commented that it was too unlucky, no one dared to say anything.

The sun shines on the bed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the person on it seems to be covered with a layer of golden light. The man habitually touches his short hair, walks to the bed with a smile, kisses the sleeping person on the face, and begins Talk to him, "Hey Sweet, it's a new day, the weather is very nice today, and the flowers outside are blooming beautifully."

The people on the bed were quiet, and the hair that was shaved off due to the operation has now grown back.

The man lifted the quilt and began to massage his calf, then his thigh, and his forearm. This is a daily compulsory course. Of course, after the massage, he would wipe his body and start to tell some news and interesting stories.

It's been like this for more than two months.

Another day passed like this, the sun was shining at dusk, and the beauty outside was heartbreaking.

"Sweet, we two are such a tragedy, aren't we?"

"Whether you can hear it or not, I... really love you."

"Is this the punishment you gave me?"

"It's good like this. You don't have to listen to those hurtful things you say, and you don't have to worry about your killing me. It's good to lie obediently beside me like this."

"I'm kissing you!"

"Hey, it still feels so fucking good to kiss you, it's just... not getting a response is terrible."

"Timothy...I miss you so much, I'm so lonely, can you open your eyes and scold me?" He got into bed, and then lifted the man up against his chest.

The door was opened, and Nangong Han walked in.

Wolf Blade felt that the man's hostility was getting heavier and heavier.

"How long do you plan to stay here?" Nangong Han asked.

"If you want me to take Timothy away, I won't hang around here." Wolf Blade pouted.

"You should give up on this idea! You can live here if you want, but just now the insider came from Canada, the master of the night told you to go back and do the task."

Wolf Blade frowned, "You won't stop me from seeing Timothy when I come back from the mission, will you?"

"Of course, in this way, we can exchange benefits with Yekai again, can't we?"

"Hmph, what a vicious man, you deserve the pain you are in now." Lang Renya replied with a bad taste, wanting to take advantage of his knife mouth and wait for the next life.

Sure enough, Nangong Han froze for a moment, his face became more gloomy, "Who are you calling suffering?"

"Tsk tsk, look, the urn is so pitiful that you don't even want to put it down for eating and sleeping! One! Don't get me wrong, I don't mean you when I say pitiful, but the person lying in it. Circle it, you can't rest in peace even if you die!"

As if being hit by a heavy hammer, Nangong Han felt his fingers stiffen, "Do you want to die?"

"I want to!" Wolf Blade suddenly said seriously, and then looked affectionately at the person in his arms, "Looking at him like this, and I can't do anything, I really want to die, and I want to be with him."

Nangong Han's body froze, as if the same resonance was coming from deep in his heart, he kept touching the box in his arms, as if he could understand the feeling Lang Ren said.

"Go away, if you want to come back to accompany my brother, I won't stop you, you can come here anytime." After speaking, he turned his head and left.

Wolf Blade's eyes lit up, "Thank you!"

Then he got up, put the man on the bed, kissed his forehead and lips again and again, stroked his hair like a treasure, "sweet, I'm leaving, but I'll be back soon , if possible, I want to hold you for the rest of my life, and I don’t want to leave you even a single step, I love you!"

The man left, the room was darkened in the afterglow of dusk, and the person on the bed seemed to have moved his fingers...

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As soon as Wolf Blade walked to the door, a figure rushed over, bumped into a man in his arms, touched his nose, and knew who the person in his arms was without looking.

"You've been gone for a long time!" Wei Bing said, rubbing against his arms.

Qiufeng held the notebook, "Hey, you're back!"

Hunqian also greeted, but looked sadly into the boy's eyes.

"How is Timothy's situation?" Han Ling asked, Nangong Xue also came over and stood still, "Brother Langren, Nangonghan didn't suspect that fake urn, did he?"

Wolf Blade shook his head, "He has become a vegetable, your brother is not suspicious."

Pushing away the child in his arms, Wolf Blade walked to the sofa and sat down, "What is the task of calling me back?"

Nangongxue was a little embarrassed, and looked at Wei Bing who was standing there next to Wolfblade, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wolfblade, I don't have any tasks."

Qiufeng laughed loudly, "What else can it be? If you don't come back, your little daughter-in-law will probably go to Mafia alone, hahahaha!"

Wei Bing glared at him fiercely, then looked at Wolf Blade affectionately, and turned his head to wink at Hunqian from time to time. During that trip in China, the two established a deep friendship, and Hunqian, who is knowledgeable and talented, The man who is excellent at cooking and also cares about him very much. Compared with that childish Nangong Xue, he thinks that Hunqian is more suitable for the word "brother" in his mind.

And after getting acquainted with Hunqian, he is no longer always cold and indifferent, and usually goes to ask Hunqian about anything that is on his mind or that he doesn't understand.

And besides smiling wryly, what else can Hunqian do?

Wolf Blade looked at the child standing there, apologetic, pinched his forehead, he looked a little tired.

At dinner in the evening, everyone happily clinked glasses, but the boss has spoken, and today only a small taste is allowed, and no drunk is allowed!

And Wei Bing seems to be allergic to alcohol, so he can only drink fruit juice and yogurt.

Just as I was having fun, suddenly, the lights in the hall went out, and the room was suddenly dark.

"It is estimated that the switch tripped, and the security guard went to check." Han Ling said.

"Hey, it's such an ambiguous moment! I want to steal the speed in front of everyone in the dark!" Qiu Feng whistled and roared.

Sitting there, Wei Bing moved towards the position where the wolf blade was before the lights went out, trying to lean on that person, but suddenly his shoulder was pressed, and he paused, only feeling two soft patches on his lips, but only lightly. He pecked at it and then left again, he didn't know why, the next second the light came on, he opened his eyes and saw the wolf blade in front of him, looking at him with a smile, "Why, you're scared, brat."

His face didn't feel ashamed, and he didn't care about everyone watching the joke. He stood on tiptoe, wrapped his arms around Wolf Blade's neck, and kissed the other party's lips passionately.