I heard you don't know Mary Sue? [Transmigration Book]

early morning.

Feng Mo curled up in the quilt and turned over. When one foot was stretched out, there was a faint sound of bells. He frowned in a daze, stretched out his hand to pull the quilt below his neck, and woke up rubbing his eyes. .

The curtains in the room were all drawn, and it was dark. He subconsciously reached out to touch his side, but found nothing. He half propped up his body and looked around, and sure enough, Feng Wulin was not there.

Pulling back the quilt, sat up and moved towards the bed, unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, he heard the sound of clanging metal and small bells, Feng Mo blinked dully, and paused for a few seconds before lowering his head to look at his own body. hands and feet.

The two red ropes that were originally worn on each of the white wrists were still tied properly, and the bell that Yan Qingqing gave him was still on the left hand, but there was an extra wrist on the right hand...a handcuff.

The design of the handcuffs looked very light, almost weightless when worn, every part was polished extremely smooth, it would not hurt the skin at all, and it was carefully wrapped with a transparent material, he reached out and touched it , feels like cloth, and automatically emits warmth.

There is a thin chain connected to the handcuffs, which feels like a metal material and is also extremely light.

Feng Mo stared blankly at this thing, and subconsciously wanted to take it off, but the size of the thing was designed extremely precisely, only giving his wrist room to move, and it was absolutely impossible to take it off.

Feng Mo crawled towards the bed in a daze, but heard the thin bell sound again, he stopped and touched his ankle suspiciously, on which he was still wearing two longevity locks, one brought by Feng Wulin from his previous life the locator.He tried to move his feet again, and the voice came again, his own lock could not be called, so the one called now was given to him by Feng Wulin, and it seemed that he had replaced it with a new one.

Feng Mo sat on the bed silently for a while, still a little dazed, then he got out of the bed, slowly closed the chain with one hand, trying to find out where the other end of the chain was.

After pulling for a long time, the chain was finally taut. He led the chain and walked out until he reached the half-open door.

Open the door and continue to walk downstairs, when you reach the last floor of the stairs, you stop, Feng Mo has no expression on his face.

The beautifully designed metal chain extends all the way to the hand of the person pouring milk standing at the dining table in the dining room. Feng Mo clearly saw an identical handcuff on the other hand.

"Feng Wulin." He stood on the steps and called softly, his voice was as low as a murmur.

However, the person not far away quickly raised his head to look over, and then came over with a gentle expression and held his shoulder, looked down at him, and Feng Wulin reprimanded in a low voice: "Why did you come down without wearing shoes? You put a pair of cotton slippers by the bed?"

Feng Mo Na Na replied: "I forgot."

"Remember next time. Have you brushed your teeth and washed your face?" Feng Wulin leaned over and held Feng Mo's buttocks with a smile on his face like a child, and picked him up easily, seeing Feng Mo subconsciously shaking his head and reaching out Hugging his own neck, Feng Wulin chuckled lightly, lightly weighed his hands to lift him up, turned around and went to the bathroom.

Feng Mo stood in front of the sink and brushed his teeth, in the mirror he could see Feng Wulin standing behind him looking at him tenderly.

Feng Mo lowered his eyes, he had just discovered that the chain would shrink and shorten on its own as he approached.Ye Zhi mentioned such a thing when chatting with him before, it was invented by Feng Wulin in the early years to catch traitors, it is said to be very effective, but since Feng Wulin took the position of the patriarch of the Feng clan, he never used it again Yes, Ye Zhi guessed with him at that time that Feng Wulin had already thrown this thing away.

I didn't expect to run on him at this moment.

Feng Mo only felt that his mind was in a mess, and after quietly washing, Feng Wulin leaned over and carried him to the dining room as before.

"Let's eat Amo's favorite steamed buns and potato cakes today." Feng Wulin took two buns for him, and put another glass of milk in front of him.

Feng Moshi ate without taste, imitating the other party to grab a bun or poached egg from time to time, and when he was almost done eating, he clasped his hands around the milk cup, looked up at Feng Wulin, and asked slowly: "This place...is where?"

Feng Wulin paused for a moment while taking the wet wipes, then took another one and held the back of his head with one hand and wiped his lips with the other. Finally, he sat back, patted his head lovingly, and said in a low voice: "Amo is really smart. This is the lost city of Feng's Holiday Island. How do you know that this place is not from Chongming? The internal structure and decoration of this villa are not different from that of Feng's owner's villa."

"The breath is different." Feng Mo said slowly, "This place... looks exactly the same as Feng's house, but it's not Feng's house. The maids and bodyguards are also gone."

"The maid Consul and Gu Xi will be here today, so don't worry, A Mo."

"Feng Wulin." Feng Mo suddenly raised his head to look into the deep blue eyes of the other party, "You said... you wouldn't lock me up." Feng Mo looked puzzled and hurt. "Handcuffs... are for detaining prisoners, I am not."

"Of course you are not." Feng Wulin looked at Feng Mo seriously, and suddenly smiled, "Amo is my treasure, how could he be a prisoner. This thing is just to protect you."

"There are many ways to protect..." Feng Mo bowed his head and stood up, "It doesn't have to be this. Feng Wulin, you know...my personality disorder...is dependent, I won't be angry. He paused, turned around and walked out the door, "But, I don't like this."

Feng Wulin sat in the high-backed chair and quietly watched Feng Mo's back. Even though he was wearing a somewhat fluffy sweater, the other party still looked very thin.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his deep blue peach blossom eyes were dull, and after a while he curled his lips and smiled self-deprecatingly, "If you don't like it, why should I?"

The hoarse voice was low and inaudible, and it dissipated in the air instantly as soon as it came out.He took out his hand in his pocket, spread it out and wiped the blood on his palm with a paper towel, packed up the red-stained paper towel, and followed Feng Mo in the direction where Feng Mo left.

Feng Mo sat on the swing in the garden all morning, and Feng Wulin also watched him all morning.Neither of them spoke.

Feng Mo just stared at the dense grove not far away as usual, while Feng Wulin leaned against the vine wall in the garden with his hands in his pockets, silently watching his back, staring at the boy with deep eyes, blinking. don't blink.

It wasn't until noon that Feng Wulin approached Feng Mo to pick him up and walked into the house.

"After lunch, go to sleep for a while. When you wake up, don't be in a daze anymore. You can go to the study to read books and do the exercises. All your toys have been brought over and put in the storage room next to the study."

"Okay." Feng Mo nodded obediently, hugged Feng Wulin's neck tightly with both hands, and buried his face into the other's neck.

afternoon.

Feng Wulin carefully carried Feng Mo, who had just drank the blood and fell asleep, onto the bed, took off his clothes and shoes, and stuffed them under the quilt.Standing above Feng Mo and staring down at his sleeping face, he reached out his hand carefully to touch his eyes, leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, then moved his thin lips to his eyes, nose, and finally lip.

His kiss was extremely restrained, his back was tense, but his eyes were so dark that he couldn't see a trace of light.

He lowered his head to touch Feng Mo's forehead, rubbed gently, and closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep.

After a long time, a deep and hoarse voice sounded in the quiet room, carrying extremely depressed emotions.

"Amo, I feel like I'm going to lose you."

Feng Wulin half-closed his eyes, his expression was calm, but his eyes were full of depression and struggle, his body was tense, his eyes were crazy like a trapped animal, anyone who saw his face at this moment would be frightened by his intense pain and horror.

Feng Mo moved as if he felt something, his brows frowned slightly, Feng Wulin closed his eyes, restrained all his emotions, and kissed his brows soothingly, seeing that he had fallen asleep peacefully, he helped Feng Mo Pulling up the quilt, straightened up, turned and left the room.

study.

Feng Wulin propped his hands on the table, touching his fingertips, staring at the laptop screen in front of him indifferently.

The voices belonging to Yang Jin, Fu Yu and Ye Zhi crossed from the notebook from time to time, but he never responded.

"What the hell are you doing?! Lock Mo Mo up so well, and handcuffs, Feng Wulin! Do you think this is the arrest of a mole back then? Is it true that Mo Mo is not a human being at all?" See? Is he a toy? You can deal with it as you want?! Feel your conscience and think about whether you are really perverted by doing this? What the hell are you..." The eyes of the person on the other side of the screen were red with anger, panting like an angry lion.

"Ye Zhi, calm down! This is the president, not your group of brats." Yang Jin sternly stopped Ye Zhi, who was extremely irritable, and prevented him from continuing to say excessive words. He turned around and stopped talking, then turned to look at Feng Wulin on the screen.

"...President, to be honest, we really don't understand why you want to lock Feng Mo up. Let's not say that he is still a minor and needs to study, but that the child has never been to such a far and strange place as the Lost City. , you take him there, he has no friends and no one to communicate with, how can he grow up healthy? He still needs to take the college entrance examination, and his illness needs to be treated. No matter how beautiful the scenery and environment are in that place, it can’t hide the fact that it is almost isolated from the world , Mo Shao is completely separated from social life, how will he be independent in the future?"

"Xiao Jin, let me tell you."

Fu Yu patted Yang Jin on the back, looked at Feng Wulin, and paused for a while before asking: "President, what do you think of Young Master Mo? Ye Zhi did speak too much, but you Behavior, to be honest, is indeed contrary to common sense.

No matter how strong your desire to control and possess is, the method of imprisoning in handcuffs is still very excessive, and this method is unfair to Fengmo.

I know he has dependent personality disorder, and I won't argue with you about it, but it doesn't mean he doesn't have human rights!Even if he chooses to compromise because he cannot leave you, he will not be happy!

What the hell are you thinking?Wasn't it fine before?If you are jealous because Young Master Mo saved Yu Ning, then you can tell him, that child is so obedient, even if you tell him not to contact Yu Ning again, he won't have any objections. He takes you very seriously, aren't you afraid of hurting him? "

Feng Wulin quietly listened to the three small words, without saying a word, his expression was cold, a red string was hung between the fingers of his two hands, and what was tied to it was the Hefeng Mo hand that Yan Qingqing had given him before. A jade pendant with matching bells.

After a long time, when the people on the other side of the screen were quiet, he looked up at the screen and said in a hoarse voice: "Amo, he is more important than me. My feelings for him do not contain any uncertain factors."

"I'm not a god. How many times has Amo almost disappeared? Tell me, what if I don't catch up with... him next time? That thing staring at him every day is killing him. Apart from following him, what can I do?" what to do?"

Feng Wulin's eyes were slightly closed, his dark blue peach blossom eyes could not see any emotion at the moment, he was so calm that it was shocking.

"Is it difficult for me to control my emotions? As long as I want, Amo can live his whole life without knowing what desires and feelings I have for him. But I can control myself, but I can't teach him."

Feng Wulin smiled self-deprecatingly.

"He doesn't know what self-protection is. He doesn't hesitate when he sees others in distress. Even if he almost loses his life, he doesn't think too much about it. He doesn't think about how I will feel when he dies. How can I teach it well? "

"Amo, I don't know what love is at all. I don't know how to love someone, and I don't know how to love myself. I'm not much better than him, but I won't allow it."

"If nothing works, why not be tied to this island forever?"

Feng Wulin evoked a smile, he was so handsome.

"Even if he is going to die, he has to be with me."