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Knocking on the door of Mo Yancheng's room, he was immediately hugged into his arms. Mo He was slightly annoyed, and forcefully opened the hand around his waist, pushed him away heavily, and growled: "Mo Yancheng, you are the one who is at night, Did you call me here for fun?"

The light in the room was not turned on, and with the help of the faint moonlight coming in from the window, Mo He could only see Mo Yancheng swaying and falling to the ground, he touched the light switch on the wall and pressed it.

The moment the light came on, he squinted his eyes and looked at Mo Yancheng on the ground. He squatted down and found that Mo Yancheng's face was abnormally red. Mo He raised his hand and touched his forehead. Although it was a little hot, it didn't look like he had a fever. Asked: "What's wrong with you? Is there any discomfort?"

Mo Yancheng grabbed Mo He's hand and squeezed it tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, he bit his cheek tightly: "Mo Wentao brought the dinner."

"Dinner sent by Mo Wentao?" Mo He was stunned for a moment, remembering that it was indeed sent by him, saying that the hotel gave him all the rooms, but Mo He didn't feel uncomfortable, "He Did you put something in your dinner? What did you put in? What's wrong with you?"

Mo Yancheng stared at Mo He blankly, his eyes seemed to want to bite him, after a long silence, he leaned towards Mo He, put his head on his shoulder, turned his head and whispered in his ear: "I suspect that he added his own standing medicine."

"Stand-by medicine?" Mo He was puzzled, and reached Mo Yancheng's armpit with both hands, lifting him up, "What standing medicine? Tsk, make it clear."

When Mo Yancheng stood up, he pressed Mo He against the wall, squeezed his right leg between his legs, bent slightly, his head was still buried in his neck, put his arms around his waist, Pushing against his arms, he bit his collarbone, gasped and said, "Viagra."

The feeling of being forced to feel the changes in Mo Yancheng's body was a bit subtle. Mo He put his hands on his shoulders, trying to tear him off, but Mo Yancheng was very stubborn. The right leg between his legs was still slightly lifted, and he rubbed it with his knee.

Mo He felt astonished as if he had been struck by lightning from the sky. He froze his body, and the hand resting on Mo Yancheng's shoulder turned to grab the clothes on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and tried his best to suppress the rising strange feeling. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes, hugged Mo Yancheng's head with both hands, moved him away from his neck, and stared into his eyes: "Since you took the wrong medicine, you should seek medical attention in time."

"Seek medical attention?" Mo Yancheng watched Mo He's eyeballs gradually move down, and his eyes drifted to his thin red lips, and he couldn't turn away anymore, muttering, "You are my antidote, why bother?" Go to the hospital."

Slapping Mo Yancheng on the head hard, Mo He said angrily: "I don't want to be an antidote for you, there are two ways for you to choose, either go to the hospital for treatment, or you can solve it yourself!"

Mo Yancheng didn't answer, and silently used his hands again to force Mo He up, stepped to the side of the bed with a few strides, and pressed him on the bed. Mo He was thrown and pressed so hard that his head hit the mattress unexpectedly , a little dizzy for a while.

Shaking his head to recover, Mo Yancheng had already taken off his shirt, Mo He subconsciously slapped him, both of them were stunned, Mo He turned his eyes away and said calmly: "Mo Yancheng, Do you have to make me angry?"

"Ahe, it's been said that slapping is a woman's move. After so many years, you still use it." Mo Yancheng's words carried a sense of grievance.

"To deal with bastards, there is no distinction between men and women." Mo He still didn't look at him, staring at a small flower on the curtain.

After a long silence, Mo Yancheng sighed, climbed off Mo He, lay down beside him, stretched out his hand on his waist to prevent him from getting up, and his breath was still disordered: "I don't want to go to the hospital, ma'am Disgraceful!"

"Then you just hold back like this, self-reliance is a good choice." Mo He said, turning his back, planning to get out of bed and go back to the room.

However, Mo Yancheng followed closely to his back, and refused to let go of the hand lying on his body. When he spoke, there was a little pleading: "Don't go, help me."

Feeling the pressure on his lower back, Mo He didn't move. He was about to say something, but Mo Yancheng covered his mouth: "Ahe, I don't want to do anything to you, right? You just Lying by my side, I can be self-reliant."

Mo He didn't open his mouth, feeling helpless, but he didn't struggle to leave.

Mo Yancheng chuckled, leaned over to turn off the light, and started to move behind him.

In the darkness, Mo Yancheng's heavy breathing fell into Mo He's ears clearly. His movements were not loud, but Mo He seemed to be able to see his every move with his eyes closed.

Really, stupefied...

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Yancheng let out a low gasp, and then Mo He heard the sound of him drawing paper, thinking that it was time for him to finish, Mo He got up and planned to go back to his room to sleep.

Unexpectedly, seeing that he was about to leave, Mo Yancheng grabbed him abruptly and said hastily, "Hey, don't leave!"

Mo Yancheng hadn't wiped his hands yet, so he grabbed Mo He's wrist, sticking his hand stickily, he patted Mo Yancheng's hand away, walked into the bathroom with a frown, Mo Yancheng followed in the next second, bared his teeth Smiling, he saw that Mo He rubbed his wrists red under the water, and said with a smile: "Ahe, stay tonight."

"No." Mo He refused without hesitation.

That night, Mo He did not stay in Mo Yancheng's room, but Mo Yancheng insisted on following Mo He into his room, and happily hugged him and slept all night.

Being entangled by such a person, Mo He is really helpless.

Dead and white, shameless and skinless, alas...

The next day, I ran into Mo Wentao in the hotel restaurant. The guy turned around and ran away when he saw Mo Yancheng for the first time. In Mo He's eyes, this blatant guilty conscience was completely ironclad evidence of a crime. Call yourself.

Seeing that Mo Yancheng didn't rush to catch him, but instead acted indifferent, Mo He was a little confused. Could it be Mo Yancheng who got hurt and swallowed in his stomach?

"Why didn't you arrest him?" Mo He asked after taking a sip of soy milk.

"Why am I catching that idiot?" Mo Yancheng shrugged, "He looks like an overindulgent man, but he can run faster than a rabbit."

Mo He put down the soy milk, took a bite out of a steamed bun, and said, "He has the guts to drug you, you don't intend to teach him to be a man?"

"Hey," Mo Yancheng raised an eyebrow at Mo He, raised his hand to wipe off the ketchup on the corner of his mouth, and licked it with his tongue, "I think he took the medicine very hard."

Mo He swallowed the steamed bun, slapped him sharply, and snorted coldly: "Yo, you enjoy the relationship, or I'll go to him to get the secret recipe later, and I'll feed you every day, how about it?"

Mo Yancheng cast a big wink at Mo He, and said pointedly: "It can't achieve the miraculous effect of refreshing the body and mind with a meal, and it needs the cooperation of General Manager Mo. You... um. ..”

Before Mo Yancheng uttered more explicit words, Mo He quickly stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth, blocked his mouth at the right time, glanced at him coolly, and said, "If you don't want to be demoted to become a security guard , Just keep your mouth shut."

Mo Yancheng blinked, and while chewing the steamed buns, smiled and nodded.

After breakfast, Mohe contacted the person in charge sent by country J, and went to the street where the hot spring hotel was located to inspect and negotiate.

After negotiating roughly, it was already evening, and I saw many people wearing traditional costumes flocking to one place in twos and threes. Mo Yancheng looked in the direction of the flow of people, and he could see a neat and bright light.

"Today happens to be a temple fair. Manager Mo and Assistant Mo can go shopping. It's very lively." The person in charge explained with a smile.

"Temple fair?" Mo Yancheng suddenly became interested.

"Yes, there will be a fireworks display until nine o'clock." The person in charge pointed to the river embankment not far away, "It will be an excellent viewing point."

In the past, because Mo Jingqi worked in country J, Mo He had been here many times, and naturally he had visited many temple fairs with his parents. He originally planned to have a meal with the person in charge and then go back to the hotel to rest, but seeing Mo Yancheng's expression Looking excited, he thought for a while, then turned to the person in charge and said: "Then, let's find time to discuss the next thing. It just happens to happen, so let's go to the temple fair."

The person in charge waved his hands with a smile and said, "You guys go, I'm at this age, and I don't have the energy to go to the temple fair, so I'm sorry."

Saying goodbye to the person in charge, Mo He glanced at the stone steps leading halfway up the mountain, and said, "Let's go, let's go shopping."

Mo Yancheng smiled, walked slowly to Mo He's side, exchanged glances with him, and took his hand very naturally.

Mo He looked down at the hands of the two intertwined fingers, he was stunned for a moment, and an unusually comfortable feeling came from Mo Yancheng's palm, with warm temperature, through the tightly clasped hands, along the The palms and arms meandered all the way up, reaching the softest corner of Mo He's heart, breaking through the encirclement in an instant, wrapping it up irresistibly.

This kind of strength, this kind of domineering, this kind of peace of mind is really irresistible.

Mo He sighed secretly, looked away, looked at the sporadic lights that spread all the way to the mountainside, and said softly: "Let's go."

Otherwise, indulge once, but not the next time.

Mo Yancheng's brows and eyes were full of tenderness and a smile, he nodded: "Well, let's go."

When he returned to the hotel, it was past twelve o'clock, and Mo He saw a note pasted on the door of his room, which was left by Mo Wentao, and there was only one sentence on it: My mother asked me to go home.

Mo Yancheng walked over and was delighted when he saw the note: "This guy is still not weaned, is he?"

Mo He shook his head helplessly, tore off the note from the door, and said to Mo Yancheng: "Rest early, try to finish the matter tomorrow, and return home as soon as possible."

Just laying down on the bed, Mo He's cell phone rang again, he rubbed his temples, and connected the phone: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"Ahe, my plan is gone." Mo Yancheng's voice was full of uncontrollable anger.