Only then did Raymond become afraid. Murong Rong's marksmanship was a true inheritance from the president of the Dongrong Society. Regardless of speed and accuracy, it was extremely abnormal.
He raised his hands and walked out of bed obediently, "Calm down! Calm down! We are all adults. Don't play with guns. Playing with guns is very dangerous and can easily teach children bad things..."
The new apartment is very close to the city center, just a ten-minute walk to Huanyan.
There are four rooms and one living room in total. In addition to one room for each person, the other room is set as a studio.
Murong Rong chose a brighter room.
All the furniture and electrical appliances that should be in the room are complete, so there is no need to add anything else.
Murong Rong put down her suitcase and turned back to the living room, where she saw some uncleaned garbage on the ground.
I walked into the studio and after a while, I came out with a piece of paper.
Called Raymond out of the room, "Look, here is the daily cleaning schedule. Anyone who doesn't follow it will have to move out."
Raymond took it over and looked at it. It said:
Single day: Raymond
Doubleday:Twain
Responsibilities: Cleaning the living room, kitchen, bathroom, taking out the trash, and all other daily tasks.
The final right of interpretation of this agreement belongs to Helen.
Raymond saw something was wrong: "Dear, I'm on an odd day, Tang En is on an even day, what about you?"
"Of course I am responsible for the heaviest, hardest and most tiring work."
"What kind of job is that?"
"Supervision! My daily task is to supervise whether you are doing things according to the agreement and make corresponding decisions. Do you have any opinions?"
Raymond shouted: "Of course I have an opinion, you are a woman, it is your job to do the housework!"
Murong Rong said: "I don't accept your opinion and reject it!"
"Why?"
Murong Rong pointed to the line at the bottom of the agreement, "Did you see it? This line states that the final right of interpretation belongs to me. I can interpret it however I want. No matter what my interpretation is, it is correct."
Raymond was extremely angry, this was clearly a bandit treaty!
He ran to Tang En's room and said, "Tang En, we have wiped out all the past grudges. Now, at the critical moment, we must unite and don't let a woman ride on our heads and run wild. We must fight for the interests of men!"
"
Tang En glanced at the content on the paper and said calmly: "I don't have any objections."
Raymond was almost so surprised that his jaw dropped, "Hey, let me ask, are you a man?"
Murong Rong leaned against the door and asked the man inside leisurely: "Are you okay with it? If you are okay with it, today is the odd day. Raymond, please clean up the garbage in the living room."
"Honey, can you please hire a part-time worker?"
"If you now assure the headquarters that the secret has been leaked and you take full responsibility, I have no objection."
Raymond looked sad, feeling like he had been on a pirate ship.
At night, Tang En was in the studio sorting out the details of tomorrow's discussion with Huanyan.
Raymond was mopping the floor, leaving water everywhere.
Murong Rong sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, lit a cigarette, and smoked slowly.
I remembered the time I met Yin Zai during the day.
He didn't seem to have changed at all, he was still the same person she was familiar with.
My heart was no less shocked by him than it was seven years ago.
Murong Rong sighed slightly, it had been such a long time and he still couldn't forget one person.
As soon as you close your eyes, all that appears in front of you is his face. The more you want to forget it, the harder it is to forget it.
I picked up the phone and selected a familiar number, but I could only look at it and couldn't dial it.
It's been almost a month since I returned to Yicheng. I wonder how Mu'er and Yuan'er are doing.
According to the rules of the organization, you are not allowed to contact your relatives every time you perform a task. Once you violate the rules, you will be treated as a mission failure and receive severe punishment.
The cigarette between the fingers slowly disappears, and the longing for loved ones is like this faint smoke. Although it looks light, it fills the nose and lingers.
Yuan'er...
Murong Rong thought of Yin Zai again.
The older Yuan'er grows, the more he looks like Yinzai, especially his back and calm look.
Heredity is really a strange thing. Father and son have never met, but they can be so similar.
Murong Rong looked at Tang En who was busy in the studio.
Fortunately, in the past two years, in order to protect Yuan'er, she moved to another place and prevented him from interacting with anyone in the organization.
In the past two years, Tang En has rarely been with Yuan'er. Otherwise, based on his intelligence, he would have easily guessed who Yuan'er's father was.
And Mu'er...
She could definitely support him and Yuan'er, so why didn't he listen to her advice and insist on joining the Dongrong Society? Could it be that he also wanted to be a killer and a spy, and would never see the light of day?
well--
A touch of sadness escaped from his lips.
Light another cigarette, inhale into your mouth, and exhale slowly.
She rarely inhales cigarettes, preferring to take a puff and slowly exhale smoke rings one after another.
Watching the smoke ring slowly fade and disappear, and then blow out another one, playing this game endlessly.
Every year, more than half of the year is spent away from home on missions. During this time, she cannot have even a single word of contact with her relatives, and can only miss them endlessly.
Whenever she couldn't control herself, she learned to smoke.
By smoking one cigarette after another, the thoughts that have corroded into the bone marrow are transferred.
If she had a choice, she would rather drink. When she was drunk, she didn't have to think about anything.
But no, wine can charm the mind, and keeping calm is what every spy must do.
Except for socializing during the mission, she could not drink without drinking.
The most difficult and unbearable part of the mission is not the hail of bullets, but the mental torture.
The sofa next to him was pushed down heavily. Raymond, who had finally finished cleaning, jumped on the sofa and lay down in a big posture, too tired to move.
For him, cleaning is ten times more tiring than killing and robbing.
After resting for a while, Raymond tilted his head and watched Murong Rong's red lips slightly open, blowing out a string of smoke rings like nine rings.
She even did some stunts when playing with cigarettes.
Raymond leaned over and stared at the cigarette and lips for a long time, then said in a hoarse voice: "My dear, I like the way you smoke."
Murong Rong turned her head slightly and looked at him, with a question mark in her beautiful eyes.
Raymond's low voice revealed endless sexiness, "Every time I see you smoking, I imagine that I am the cigarette between your lips. You hold it gently with your red lips, curl your uvula around me, and inhale hard.
Oh my gosh! I’m numb!”
Murong Rong shivered all over, and goosebumps covered her arms thickly.
Without thinking, he stubbed out the cigarette in his hand.