Mommy is 17 years old: a genius son with a black belly

"No, it has nothing to do with him." Nolan said, "I only found out that he was the person I was looking for after halfway through the investigation and the person who caught him."

"Bastard!" Michael cursed, pointing at Nolan. "Are you confused? Don't you know who he is? What kind of place is this? Is this your home? Who are you? You're a counterterrorism officer, You are entangled with Trump’s leader, do you want to destroy yourself? If you let the people above know, can you still stay in the anti-terrorism? They will throw you in prison, do you know it. "

"I know." Nolan said.

"You know you're still so confused?"

"I'm not confused, I know what I'm doing." Major Nolan said lightly, he met Michael's eyes, "It took me a long time to know him, it took me a long time to meet him, I don't want to spoil it."

"Does he know?"

"He has forgotten everything from the past, and I am the only one who remembers it." Nolan smiled wryly, but the smile on his face was not sad, but rather helpless.

"Bastard!" Michael felt very uncomfortable.

His younger brother is so good, he doesn't need anyone to worry about him since he was a child, and he is the best in everything he does.

No one, he felt, was worthy of his brother.

He likes men, all right, that's it.

In the end, the person I fell in love with turned out to be such a person, a villain, a terrorist.

What kind of evil fate is this.

Such an excellent brother of his has been thinking about one person for so many years, but that person has completely forgotten him.

He is the only one struggling to hold on to the memory, why bother?

"Nolan, you clearly know that there is no result. You and him will have no result." Michael said, "Why can't you understand."

"I know."

"Now that you know it, is it worth it?"

Major Nolan said lightly, "There is no value or not, only willing or not, I am willing, so I think it is worth it."

"You are such a fool." Michael felt sorry for Nolan, and scolded all eighteen generations of Lu Zhen's ancestors in his heart.

"Brother, there are some things that I can't explain clearly. I'm used to protecting him." Major Nolan said, "I don't want him to be wronged or hurt. I hope everything goes well for him."

Protecting him is already an instinct.

"It's different today. Do you know that you and him are enemies. If you want to see him on the battlefield, he can point his gun at you. Can you? Can you put your life in his hands?"

"I can." Nolan looked at the night outside. There were only tall trees standing alone, just like him in the past, standing in the flames of war, stubbornly waiting for little Lu Zhen to come back. I can't come back either.

"Brother, he is my life."

Nolan's voice was very soft, very soft, like fragile glass. The light cast blurred colors on his face. Michael rubbed his forehead helplessly, "Nolan, why can't you live a more realistic life."

"Brother, I have been living a very realistic life, except for this matter." Major Nolan said, looking at his brother indifferently, "Don't touch him, you can do whatever you want, but he, you can't move."

"Nolan!" Michael yelled.

Nolan lowered his posture, this is his brother after all, "Please, brother."

Michael rubbed his hair irritably. In this house, there are Lu Zhen's fingerprints and many traces of Lu Zhen. As long as you have the heart, it's not difficult to check...