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Wen Xiaohui felt that he had touched a hot potato and threw the gun back into the box.

Luo Yi smiled: "Do you regret it?"

Wen Xiaohui couldn't believe it: "Why did he give you such a thing?"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Luo Yi's lips: "He thinks his son should remain a wolf." Luo Yi closed the lid and said, "Don't tell anyone."

"Of course, this is illegal!"

Luo Yi threw the box aside and changed the subject: "Come on, let me see your gift."

Wen Xiaohui didn't want to ruin his carefully prepared birthday, so he decided not to ask any more questions. He picked up the gift box, looked at Luo Yi expectantly, and motioned for him to open it with his eyes.

Luo Yi opened the box and saw the running shoes inside.

Wen Xiaohui said with a smile: "I don't know what you are missing at the moment. Anyway, you run and exercise every day, so you always need shoes."

Luo Yi said seriously: "I like it very much, thank you."

The smile on Wen Xiaohui's face grew bigger and bigger: "There is another gift, here." He pointed to the strawberry cake on the table, "I made it myself after learning from my mother. I originally wanted to make a table dish, but

I don’t know how, the meals are all ordered from the hotel.”

The two of them sat at the table, and Luo Yi smiled lightly and said, "This is really the first time someone has prepared so much for my birthday."

Wen Xiaohui sounded a little sad. In the past, even when his family's conditions were not very good, he would always have new clothes and delicious food for his birthday every year. His parents were very strong people, so even if they were not rich, they should give them to him.

There was nothing missing, but it was Luo Yi... Every time he thought of Luo Yi growing up alone, he was filled with sympathy and pity. He raised his glass: "Here, I wish you a happy birthday."

The two clinked glasses gently.

Wen Xiaohui said proudly: "It doesn't matter if you haven't done it before. Brother Xiaohui will do it with you from now on."

Luo Yi propped up his chin and looked at him: "Brother Xiaohui, I want another gift."

"Oh, what gift?"

Luo Yi suddenly stood up, crossed his upper body over the table, and stuck his head over.

Wen Xiaohui suddenly felt stiff all over, his blood was flowing backwards, and his body was unable to move as if a immobilizing spell had been cast on him. He could only follow Luo Yi's chin with his eyes, and watched as Luo Yi came over and kissed him on the forehead.

It was a kiss as gentle as the brush of a feather, but Wen Xiaohui felt that the place where he had been touched was burning. The heat instantly filled his entire face and even his neck.

When Luo Yi sat back, Wen Xiaohui couldn't tell how he felt in his heart. He thought Luo Yi would kiss him... When he thought of this, Wen Xiaohui kicked himself hard.

Luo Yi said with a smile: "I will remember these three gifts for the rest of my life."

Wen Xiaohui's face was so hot that he felt like he was about to burn up. He didn't even have the courage to ask Luo Yi why he did such an ambiguous thing. What if Luo Yi had no other ideas at all, wouldn't it mean that his thoughts were too dirty.

Luo Yi lowered his head and cut the steak: "Let's eat."

Wen Xiaohui calmed down and said, "Let's eat. This restaurant was recommended by my mother. Anyway, if you want to eat something delicious, it's right to ask him."

After the meal, Wen Xiaohui cut the cake and watched Luo Yi eat it hopefully, nodding in praise. He put his hands on his hips and laughed, and immediately sent a text message to Luo Rui.

The last entertainment item was playing games. The two of them leaned barefoot on the sofa in the living room and played King of Fighters, laughing and making noise until midnight.

Wen Xiaohui had been busy all day, drank again, and fell asleep on the sofa while Luo Yi went to the toilet.

Luo Yi gently patted Wen Xiaohui's face: "Brother Xiaohui, go to bed, it's time to catch a cold."

Wen Xiaohui was so sleepy that he barely opened his eyes a crack: "Well, wait a minute." After saying that, he became confused again.

"Brother Xiaohui, get up and go upstairs. Are you going to take off your makeup?"

Hearing the word "makeup removal", Wen Xiaohui opened his eyes again and looked at Luo Yi sadly, his eyes full of struggle.

Luo Yi put his hands across his armpits and knees and hugged him directly.

Wen Xiaohui was startled and woke up from his sleepiness, but it would be too embarrassing for him to wake up at this time, so he simply continued to pretend to be asleep and fell into Luo Yi's not very generous chest.

Luo Yi looked at his trembling eyelids and couldn't help but smile, then he carried him upstairs and put him on the bed.

When Wen Xiaohui was debating whether to get up to remove her makeup, Luo Yi had already come over with makeup remover and cotton towels, and said softly: "Just lie down and I will help you remove it."

Wen Xiaohui was so moved, how could there be such a good child? If he wasn't so young, if he wasn't Yaya's son... Wen Xiaohui didn't dare to think about so many what-ifs anymore. If these were heavy chains, they would only be given to him.

Increase the burden invisibly.

A soft cotton towel was wiped on his face.

Wen Xiaohui half-squinted his eyes, looking at Luo Yi's handsome and focused profile and his eyelashes as thick and curled as a fan, and quietly grabbed the quilt with both hands.

"Close your eyes and go to sleep. After taking off your makeup, I will help you wash your face and apply something for you."

Wen Xiaohui closed his eyes. Would anyone else be tempted by Luo Yi's gentleness, Luo Yi's carefulness, and Luo Yi's perfection?

After finishing treating Wen Xiaohui's face, the others were completely asleep.

Luo Yi packed up his things, quietly closed the door and walked out of the living room.

He took out the gun from the carton. It was a Yalikin gun used by Russian active police. It had a hard trigger, heavy material, large caliber, and powerful power. It was in line with the racial characteristics of the Russian people.

He took the gun and the box upstairs. Instead of going back to the room, he went to the fourth floor, the room that was always locked. Wen Xiaohui always thought that this was another grocery warehouse for him. In fact, it was indeed a warehouse, but it only stored

Something that is inconvenient for people to see.

He opened the combination lock and walked into the room.

The room is large, but there is no window. There are some fitness equipment, books, and handicrafts piled inside. In the center of one wall of the room, a large photo of a middle-aged man hangs. This man has sharp eyebrows, thin lips, and a straight nose.

He looks like a blade, and he looks like a ruthless character at first glance. There are many holes in the photo, which makes him look a bit scary.

Luo Yi casually picked up the mechanical bow clamped on the bow stand, stringed the bow, and with a sinister coldness flashing in his eyes, he shot out an arrow, hitting the man between the eyebrows!

He put down his bow, pulled out the arrow with an expressionless expression, then opened the foam target with the photo on it, found a button inside, and pressed it.

A bookshelf opened to both sides, revealing a hidden compartment that occupied most of the wall. There were more than a dozen controlled weapons hanging there! Sabers, spurs, bows, crossbows, swords, and the most exaggerated thing was that there was one

□□! Luo Yi put the handful of Yalikin in and closed the secret compartment.

When he returned to the room, Wen Xiaohui was sleeping sprawled out, defenseless, and snoring.

Luo Yi lay down next to him, supporting his head with his hands, tracing the outline of Wen Xiaohui's face with his fingers. His pupils were deep, like two bottomless springs. His fingers slid from his forehead to the tip of his nose, and then from the tip of his nose to his lips.

He gently pressed the lips, which were as soft as he imagined.

An impulse arose in his heart, driving Luo Yi to lower his head. Just when he was about to make contact, Wen Xiaohui yawned and turned over, mumbling incomprehensible words in his sleep.

Luo Yi woke up from a dream, his eyes instantly calmed down...

When Wen Xiaohui woke up the next day, Luo Yi had already cleaned up all the mess from yesterday and prepared a hot breakfast.

Wen Xiaohui stretched his waist, then lowered his head and saw the shoes on Luo Yi's feet: "Wow, you wore them for a run today."

Luo Yi smiled and said: "The arches of the feet are evenly stressed and shock-absorbing. They are very easy to wear and look good."

"Of course, it depends on my taste." Wen Xiaohui was extremely happy.

"Come for dinner. Are you working late tonight?"

"Well, there's no rush." ​​Just as Wen Xiaohui sat down, he suddenly remembered something and looked around the living room, but still refrained from asking.

Luo Yi said: "You want to ask where the gun went?"

Wen Xiaohui bit his chopsticks: "It turns out I wasn't dreaming."

"Put it away. Just think it's a dream. It's just a decoration anyway."

Wen Xiaohui actually had a lot of questions that he wanted to ask, but he had to hold them back. Now he was sure of at least one thing, that is, Luo Yi's father was definitely not a good man and a believer. No normal rich man could easily get a gun.

, who dared to give it as a birthday gift to his underage son, that person must be a dangerous person. Thinking of this, he began to worry.

Luo Yi took two mouthfuls of porridge and looked up at him: "Brother Xiaohui, everything you think is really written on your face."

Wen Xiaohui couldn't help but touch his face: "Besides beauty, is there so much else on my face?"

Luo Yi smiled lightly and said: "Don't think about it. There are some things that you might as well not know. Don't worry, you are safe."

Wen Xiaohui said sheepishly: "I'm not worried about my own safety."

"I'm safe too, don't worry."

Wen Xiaohui nodded.

"By the way, thank mom for me. The cake is delicious."

Wen Xiaohui smiled and said: "No problem, let's have dinner together another day, and he will introduce me to my boyfriend."

Luo Yi's hand holding the vegetables paused: "He wants to introduce you to your boyfriend?"

"Yes, he said that there is a friend of a friend who is suitable. Let's go meet him then."

"Well, get in touch more and don't judge people by their appearance."

Wen Xiaohui said helplessly: "No, I control my appearance."

Luo Yi smiled and said: "It's not that you shouldn't like good-looking people, but you should pay more attention to their character."

"Of course, I learned a lesson when I first fell in love, okay? That idiot's only advantage is his face. Don't worry, I can still read people."

"Do you really know how to read people?"

"Yes." Wen Xiaohui said firmly.
Chapter completed!