My Two Dads

Han Shiyu was stunned for a while, then rolled out obediently, and looked back at the three teammates in the room. They were silent, watching him with the banners in their eyes.

Yang Mo didn't say a word, walking in front, Han Shiyu followed behind, and said in a voice like an ant gnat: "Brother..."

Yang Mo didn't stop until he went downstairs and reached the lake.There are many students chatting and laughing by the waste bed lake, leisurely doing activities during the break time.

Yang Mo sat on the stone bench, pointed his chin at the crowded place, and said, "Aren't you an expert in striking up conversations?"

"Go," Yang Mo said coldly, "Let me pay my respects."

Han Shiyu: "..."

He didn't expect Yang Mo to come to him suddenly, this was the first time.Normally, this candy is enough for Han Shiyu to sip for a day.But he has no time to be happy, Han Shiyu is pitiful and helpless now, he bit his lip and said, "Are you willing?"

Yang Mo was indifferent.

Han Shiyu broke the jar and said, "Then I'll go."

Just took two steps, as expected, a voice came from behind: "You dare."

Han Shiyu's mouth was pursed into a line, and he quietly retreated to Yang Mo's side, saying, "Don't dare."

The two sat like this, watching groups of people passing by by the lake, their playfulness wafting from their ears, and finally had a moment of silence.

Yang Mo glanced at Han Shiyu beside him.He always felt that after meeting this person, his behavior and emotions became younger.

He didn't want to spend time with him to generate anger. He was better at solving problems directly, so he sighed and got straight to the point: "Are you free tonight?"

Han Shiyu turned to look at him and said, "Yes."

"Go to the barbecue stand at the entrance of the East School," Yang Mo said, "have a drink."

Yang Mo said: "Go to bed after drinking."

Hearing this, it took Han Shiyu a long time to remember how to blink, and his Adam's apple twitched round.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yang Mo wondered, "Why, can't you drink it?"

"Yes, of course I can..." Han Shiyu used a smile to hide his beating heart, and he immediately smiled and said, "To tell you the truth, I am a person who never pours out a thousand cups, and is known as the little white dragon in the waves of wine, and I am still seeking defeat alone. "

Yang Mo doesn't like to argue with children: "...Oh."

……

Yang Mo knew that Han Shiyu's nonsense was unbelievable.

He had never touched alcohol before, and he thought it tasted mediocre at first taste.Just like that, the little white dragon in the waves vomited.

Yang Mo thanked the proprietress for her kindness in finding someone to take the two back, and called a taxi.

Drivers generally don't like to drive these drunks, especially drunks like Han Shiyu whose language nerves are stimulated by alcohol and who talk endlessly.

The old master frowned, and said to Yang Mo: "Take care of him, if you want to vomit, take a bag."

Han Shiyu said confidently: "I'm not drunk, how could I vomit."

Yang Mo shut him up physically, and said back to the driver, "Okay."

On the way of driving, Han Shiyu leaned forward, snuggled in the gap between the two driver's seats, and chatted with the driver.

Han Shiyu: "Uncle, do you have a date?"

The master said, "My daughter is already in college."

Han Shiyu, who was delirious, couldn't figure out the side expression, and said, "That's not it."

Yang Mo: "."

The old master laughed out loud, and could only coax him: "Yes, yes, no."

Han Shiyu proudly said: "I have."

He pointed to himself, held his head high and said, "Your ones are definitely not as pretty as mine."

Teacher: "Didn't you just say that I don't have any..."

Yang Mo hurriedly pulled this embarrassing thing over, and said, "Sit down."

Han Shiyu smiled, and planted his alcohol-smelling head on Yang Mo's shoulder, unable to get up.

The old master glanced at the rear through the rearview mirror and asked, "You are studying at the First University."

"Yes." Yang Mo replied.

Give Han Shiyu a shoulder to sleep on, and he will be quiet.

The master smiled and said, "This is your classmate."

"Huh?!" Han Shiyu suddenly stood up and bumped Yang Mo's jaw, shouting, "This is me..."

"Tsk," Yang Mo grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him onto the seat, saying, "Shut up!"

Han Shiyu buried his face on the pillow in the back seat, and mumbled a vague sentence: "...boyfriend."

……

After arguing for a long time, this guy fell asleep when he arrived at the hotel. Yang Mo spent a lot of energy carrying him to the room and throwing him on the bed.

He sat messily on the edge of the bed.

What was planned to be done, was impossible to do.

If someone had told Yang Mo before that your sex life would experience difficulties and twists and turns-this would definitely be taught by Yang Mo.

But now he discovered that there is only one condition for this proposition to be valid: the person you are talking about is an idiot.

Helpless, Yang Mo had no choice but to get up and take a shower by himself.

When he came back, Han Shiyu was still lying on his back in the original posture. Yang Mo walked over and could hear his soft breathing.

Perhaps because of the alcohol's stamina, Yang Mo's blood flowed quickly, and he could feel the force of his heart hitting his chest.

He waited for the sleeping young master to undress.

Han Shiyu was only wearing a white shirt, and when the buttons were about to be unbuttoned to the end, Yang Mo's fingers touched his waist and abdomen - it was a strong and orderly muscle.

Yang Mo pinched it, recalling the cowardly appearance of this man, and commented: "It's just a show."

Han Shiyu felt the cold and groaned.

Without even opening his eyes, he said to himself, "Senior..."

Yang Mo: "What are you doing?"

Han Shiyu smacked his lips and said, "Either it's called...Yang Han, or Han Yang...let's draw lots...."

Yang Mo didn't understand his drunken babbling, and asked in confusion, "What."

Han Shiyu said, "The child's... name."

Yang Mo: "..."

He said, "Where did the child come from?"

"That's right... where did it come from?" Han Shiyu was also confused, and frowned, "...can you give birth?"

Yang Mo: "Get lost."

Han Shiyu laughed a few times.

"I hate your hard work, so I don't want it anymore." Han Shi

Yu murmured, "I really like you."

Yang Mo hadn't reached the point where he wanted to argue with a drunk fool, but he just rubbed his hair, and his lips curved slightly.

When staring at Han Shiyu, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated for a moment, and his eyes suddenly couldn't move away.

Han Shiyu's lips were still murmuring messily.Yang Mo leaned over and silenced the chatter in his mouth with a kiss.

Originally it was just a simple touch of lips, until Han Shiyu slowly opened his teeth, the entanglement became out of control.

This kiss messed up Yang Mo's neat line of reason, and he reached out to undo all the remaining buttons of this man.

He seemed to feel the scorching gaze, and slowly opened his eyes, only to find that Han Shiyu had been staring at him intently.

With lips and teeth separated, Yang Mo asked, "Are you awake?"

Han Shiyu snorted, pressed his head down in dissatisfaction, and continued to kiss.

Yang Mo proceeded to the next step instinctively. While panting for breath, he searched for T in the bedside table and said, "If it hurts, tell..."

Before he finished speaking, Han Shiyu bit his lower lip in pursuit, and turned over by the way, turning his back on the guest.

Yang Mo found that he was not sober, and his energy was not proper at all, like a wolf cub eating meat, he gnawed hard from his ear to his Adam's apple.

Yang Mo clicked his tongue, trying to break free, but found that he couldn't move.

He couldn't use his strength, and the strength of his hands was abnormally strong.

Yang Mo shouted: "Han Shiyu!"

The trembling Adam's apple was gently swallowed with some saliva, the culprit turned a deaf ear to it, but took the T from his hand and untied it.

Han Shiyu said: "Brother...I want to fuck you."

Yang Mo: "..."

He broke free with one hand, supported Han Shiyu's chest and pushed him away, his ears were ripe red, he frowned and said, "Did you misunderstand something..."

Han Shiyu hugged his waist tightly, buried his head in the hollow of his neck, and said in a soft voice, "Let me go...well, bro..."

He yelled over and over again, with a childlike grievance in his voice: "Mo, senior, brother... I want to go to..."

Yang Mo: "."

……

Following Han Shiyu's statement and warning, the trending searches went viral after another round, and then slowly dropped.

Han Shiyu himself didn't cherish feathers so much.The investigation and control is very strict only in the private affairs of my own family, and the speeches that violate privacy in this regard will be cleaned up and limited.

People gradually forgot about this matter, and rushed to the rest of the fresh melon fields.

The actress responded very appropriately, and there were no major problems in short.

But when Han Shiyu wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, an unexpected guest came to the house.

When Han Shiyu opened the door, he was taken aback for a moment, and then called, "Dad?"

It was Lao Yang standing at the door, carrying big bags and small bags. After Han Shiyu yelled, he quickly bent over to carry them.

He asked: "You want to come and tell us, so I can pick you up."

Lao Yang nodded, changed into the slippers Han Shiyu brought, and walked into the room.

He saw large, shiny letters facing him.

Lao Yang: "..."

He said: "...Your calligraphy is pretty good."

Yang Mo heard the voice and came out. When he saw Lao Yang, he was also a little surprised, and said, "Why did you come here suddenly? What's the matter at home?"

Lao Yang frowned, staring at Yang Mo with extremely complicated eyes.

Yang Mo: "?"

He used to experience this kind of look so often that it gave him the illusion that Lao Yang would blurt out "a piece of shit that doesn't live up to expectations".

Lao Yang said, "It's all right."

He asked, "Where's Yang Han?"

Yang Mo: "She goes to school today."

Lao Yang: "Oh."

Yang Mo said: "Let's stay here for a few days, the weekend is coming, and Yang Han will be back."

Lao Yang thought for a while, and said, "Okay."

Han Shiyu was packing up the things that Lao Yang brought, and Lao Yang said, "Yu, come here, don't just busy yourself, let Yang Mo do it."

Han Shiyu laughed and said, "Harm, how can I give up."

His intuition told Yang Mo that Lao Yang seemed to have something to tell Han Shiyu, and he guessed it would be the hot-spotted scandal, so he asked, "Dad, did you read the gossip news?"

Lao Yang frowned and said, "Tsk, go and finish the work first, you don't have any vision."

Yang Mo shrugged and had no choice but to move the things to the kitchen, leaving room for Lao Yang and Han Shiyu.

While boiling water for tea, Han Shiyu set out the cups and asked carefully, "Dad...what's the matter?"

Lao Yang didn't say anything, but chatted with him for a long time, until Yang Mo finished the meal and was about to serve it, then Lao Yang slowly cut to the chase.

Old Yang said: "Your... that fun place, you did a good job."

Han Shiyu smiled and said, "It's so so..."

Han Shiyu knew too well that Lao Yang's temperament was carved out of the same mold as Yang Mo. He knew that he must pay attention to the social developments about them all the time, and he must have watched that speech.

Lao Yang used to chat with Han Shiyu for two hours because of the secret relationship between the two for many years.This time, I probably spoke to the goal of a few hours.

Han Shiyu also thought it was a scandal, so he first explained: "The trending search is a misunderstanding, the paparazzi secretly photographed the rumor, and it has been resolved..."

Lao Yang shook his head and said, "I know it's a misunderstanding."

Han Shiyu: "Then you..."

Lao Yang continued his topic, and said, "Don't you guys... have an article column?"

Lao Yang: "I have also read some of the articles in it."

Han Shiyu: "."

He thought that Lao Yang was paying attention to them, but he never expected that he would also go to see fanrenwen.

Han Shiyu suddenly had a very bad premonition, and slowly climbed up from behind.

Sure enough, Lao Yang's expression became serious, and he pushed the phone with the text "Rain Star" on the screen.

"Tell me the truth."

Lao Yang, who had always firmly believed that his son was the attacker, frowned and asked, "You and Yang Mo, who is above and who is below."