I want to be your white moonlight

"Lin, maybe we need to talk."

Joey's usual dandy smile faded away, he walked up to Lin Xiang and sat down, sitting upright, very serious.

Lin Xiang stared at him thoughtfully, with meaningful eyes. After a long silence, he slowly got up.

"I hope you won't betray my trust, but..." Lin Xiang laughed at himself, "Why should the son of the count listen to me?"

"I remember the first time I saw you, it was skydiving in New Zealand..." Joey slowed down his voice following the lazy atmosphere deliberately created by Lin Xiang.

His voice has a natural hoarseness, like warm and fine sand, shining with stars under the sunlight and flowing water.

If he speaks English, this voice will emit a very sexy and elegant British accent.

Joyce himself is dazzling.

While in London, they were on good terms.

Those who didn't know it thought it was Lin Xiang who took the initiative to curry favor with Joey, but that was not the case, it was Joey who insisted on being Lin Xiang's follower.

Lin Xiang didn't bother to talk to anyone at all, he had been living in his own world, guarding against death, and preventing outsiders from stepping in.

"Don't lay the groundwork." Lin Xiang interrupted bluntly: "Say what you have to say."

Joey made a bold move, Lin Xiang quickly dodged sideways, Joey pinched his waist instead, and grabbed Lin Xiang's throat with his other hand, tearing half of his clothes with force.

The cloth burst and screamed piercingly.

Lin Xiangping lay on the bed, looking at him expressionlessly.

"I thought I could bear it for a long time, oh, you shouldn't like him, honey." Joey smiled.

"These things have nothing to do with you, right?" Lin Xiang raised his eyebrows lightly.

A cold touch came from the upper body, and then the hot and slippery touch flew along the nerve endings into the brain.

Lin Xiang couldn't move.

Huo Sirong controlled him, always maintaining three points of strength, because he was afraid of leaving marks on Lin Xiang's body too hard.

As for Joyce, he is more like a scourge hiding under the surface of a calm lake. He seems gentle and unruly, but in fact he is both bandit and hostile.He has really been on the road.

Joey pinched Lin Xiang's throat with a little more force, and Lin Er was about to go underground to accompany Chen Rong.

He stared at the ceiling, dazzled by the intricate patterns on the wallpaper.

Joey left a bloody tooth mark where Huo Sirong pressed the red mark.

"You've been running away." Joey looked up at him.

Lin Xiang's eyes wandered in all directions, as if the body was here, but the soul no longer knew where to fly.

"You evade my feelings for you, you know that, don't you. I didn't expect that I was fascinated by your evasion."

Joey's voice was low and hoarse. He leaned in front of Lin Xiang, bent his eyes and smiled lightly: "Trust me while running away, my dear, you are really interesting."

"I don't know." Lin Xiang finally spoke out, breaking Joey's monologue, and he emphasized again: "If you think this way, I should keep a distance from you."

"It's late." Joey jokingly smiled, leaned over and kissed Lin Xiang's eyelids, leaving wet marks.

"Didn't you always wonder who is shorting the Huo family's stock?" Joey revealed the answer: "It's me, as I said, I will help you destroy him."

"Joy, I asked you for help because I hope you can help me get rid of Lynch Mountain." Lin Xiang closed her eyes and frowned slightly: "I was wrong."

"If you didn't send yourself to him as soon as you returned home," Joey gritted his teeth and smiled: "I don't have to bother."

Lin Xiang raised his head slightly, and as the air flowed thinner and thinner, the suffocation feeling that could have been ignored increased, and his face faintly turned pale.

"I didn't know he would recognize me." Lin Xiang replied tremblingly.

"Why can't you see through it? You can't bear him, so even if you use someone else's identity, you want to go back and have a look."

Joey continued with a smile: "I didn't expect that he not only recognized you, but also locked you up. I'm so angry, Lin, he treated you so well. When I rescued you, you saw him stepping into the police car, but the nostalgia in his eyes disappeared. There are so many coming out."

"Is the basement that Lynch Hill built for you too useless, or is there something wrong with you?" Joey asked softly.

Lin Xiang closed his eyes tightly, turned his head to face the window, and saw a bright red in the direction of the light coming.

"Some scenery can only be seen once in a lifetime." Lin Xiang's voice was hoarse.

It took a lot of effort for Joey to control himself from keeping his palms together, Lin Xiang was almost out of breath.

Joey let him go slowly.

Cold air suddenly poured into his lungs, Lin Xiang turned over and tried to get up from the bed, he clutched his chest and kept coughing, it was because he was choking.

"You're right." Joey smiled. "I'm sorry, but you can't like others."

"Men or women, neither."

Joey stood up, his face with three-dimensional features fell into obscurity that couldn't be seen by the light, he lowered his eyes and glanced at Lin Xiang who was lying on the bed coughing, and smiled narrowly: "What's so good about you, why do you like you?"

But seeing him like a little white rabbit makes people feel very sadistic, which is true.

Joey confiscated Lin Xiang's cell phone and threw him two martial arts novels: "I'm different from Huo, I won't lock you up. Lin, let's take our time."

Lin Xiang hugged the martial arts novel without raising her eyelids, flipping through the book calmly and indifferently.

·

Huo Sirong knelt for a day and a night, but never let go.

Huo Chengde's ruthless temper when he was young came up, he picked up his stick and beat him, each stick almost penetrated into the marrow of the bone.

When Huo Chengde threw away the stick, Huo Sirong's back was already covered in blood, and one-third of his life was lost.

Mr. Huo snapped: "Are you getting married or not!"

Huo Sirong was bleeding all the time, dizzy, his straight back bent down unbearably, with his palms on the ground, he said in a hoarse voice: "No."

——"No." The child looked at him so desperately.

The past will eventually pass, and one day, those things that make us embarrassed, helpless, and painful will dissipate in the torrent of time.

This vast abyss in the world of mortals is a paradise for strangers and a catastrophe for lovers.

If one day, you can hold him in your arms again, you must say to him well, I'm sorry, I like you.

If there is such a day...

Thirst, hunger, exhaustion and pain took away the man's sanity, he missed his appearance, and then let his consciousness fall into fainting and darkness.

Huo Sirong had a terrible dream.

He held the young Lin Xiang's hand, and together they saw the flowers, walked through the clouds, passed by the top of the bustling city, and the mountains and rivers beckoned to them.

Lin Xiang turned her head to look at Huo Sirong, but turned into a dead bone, her eyes were staring at him with black holes, the rotten skeleton was extremely cold, and it smiled strangely at him.

"Lin Er!" Huo Sirong woke up startled.

The warm sunshine at dusk fell on the bed, a pot of hanging baskets was placed on the high table in the corner, golden light shone on the carved window lattice, and tiny dust floated in the air.

Huo Sirong's whole body was drenched in cold sweat, and the wound on his back was aching.

Wen Yao scratched the back of his head and handed him a glass of warm water.Huo Sirong refused his help, and got up from the bed by himself, and Wen Yao put a soft pillow for him.

Huo Sirong's wheat-colored face turned blue, his lips were pale, but his eyes were extremely sharp. He looked at Wen Yao with his eyes like torches, and asked in a deep voice, "Where did Lin Xiang go?"

"The mobile phone signal was disconnected this afternoon, so I couldn't track him. But I received a short video...it was from the British guy." Wen Yao said hesitantly.

Huo Sirong frowned: "Bring it."

"If you don't want to, don't read it." Wen Yao explained hesitantly: "I think Lin Er is really with each other."

"Bring it here!" Huo Sirong roared angrily.

Wen Yao shuddered, hurriedly took out his phone, clicked on the video and handed it to Huo Srong.

Huo Sirong snatched it away, and he recognized Lin Xiang immediately.There was an inconspicuous red mole on the bottom of Lin Xiang's chin, when he stroked him, he would deliberately pass over there.

There is Lin Xiang's sensitive point.

Huo Sirong seemed to be able to hear the sound of the kissing water, his mouth was flowing, his limbs were weak, Lin Xiang was held down by Joey, and he was forced to raise his fair neck.

Words under the video, Chinese "We love each other", English "Helovesme."

With a growl, Huo Sirong smashed the phone, and the miserable device was instantly torn apart.

Wen Yao's scalp was numb, and he stood in front of the bed, trying his best to dissuade Huo Sirong, who was about to get out of bed: "The old man's convulsions have hurt your muscles and bones, and you need to rest. Besides, sir, the situation outside is chaotic right now. Think twice!"

The furious man stood up suddenly, like a wild beast whose territory had been violated, his muscles tensed up, and a dangerous silhouette was exposed under his shirt. From that look, he was clearly going to fight Joey desperately.

Huo Sirong's agitation caused the wound on his back to open again, and blood flowed horizontally, staining his clothes red.

Mr. Huo pushed the door open and entered, followed by four strong bodyguards who were ready to suppress Huo Sirong by force at any time.

"When are you going to make a fuss!" Huo Chengde angrily shouted in his dantian.

Wen Yao put his hands aside and pushed aside, Huo Sirong precariously supported the mahogany table, raised his heavy eyelids, eyes full of anger, and stared at Huo Chengde.

"I didn't treat him well." Huo Si endured the severe pain and yelled bitterly: "I must find him back!"

"You're looking for a fart!" Huo Chengde swears: "Didn't you watch the video?! If he likes you, can he still hang out with other men? Our Huo family can't afford this kind of scumbag, you should hurry up Cut off contact with him!"

Huo Sirong shook his drowsy head and glanced at Wen Yao.

The silent Assistant Wen really didn't want to participate in the battle between grandparents and grandchildren, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and explain: "The old man wants to watch this video, so I have to show him..."

Huo Sirong kicked the stool over.

Wen Yao immediately shut up.

"I asked someone to ask." Huo Chengde took a deep breath, sank slowly, and said to his grandson in a slow tone: "I have a friend in England who knows the Englishman. He said that Lin Xiang had indeed Got mixed up with Joey, and the two were almost inseparable."

"Understood?" Mr. Huo asked resentfully.

Lin Xiang is not Lin Yan. Wen Yao has already reported this matter to the old man in detail.

Huo Sirong slammed his fist on the table and let out a suppressed and suffocated roar.

After a while, a gray-haired old lady came in from the door. She was plainly dressed, but she was very energetic. She stared at Huo Sirong brightly with her two small eyes.

The old lady gave Huo Chengde a hard push and rebuked him: "Didn't you see your grandson like this? Chengde, you are cruel and discounted your grandson. Where are you going to pay me?"

Mr. Huo is a strict wife, and when the old woman spoke, he had no choice but to put away the chatterbox, shook his head, and sighed heavily.

Mrs. Huo drove away the idlers and others, and also drove away Wen Yao and Mr. Huo.She and Huo Sirong were left in the room.

The old lady is usually better at dancing in the square. Recently, she is learning hip-hop dancing with a group of young people for the elderly. She is much more open-minded than Mr. Huo.

Mrs. Huo was busy with work when she was young, and neglected to discipline her children. Later, her son grew crooked, and she couldn't help it.

Until the birth of Huo Sirong, who was neither loved by his father nor his mother, the old lady loved the cub so much that she took him by her side to raise him.With her protection, the young Huo Sirong was able to grow up safely.

"Sit back." The old lady said sternly.

Huo Sirong reluctantly sat back on the edge of the bed.

The old lady's expression slowed down, she hurried to sit down beside him, took her grandson's hand and sighed: "Your grandfather and I are both in our [-]s and [-]s, and I still have to worry about you. Si Rong, look at what you have done Son?"

Huo Sirong remained sullen and did not answer.

The old lady said softly, "That child, Lin Xiang, right? How old is it?"

"23." Huo Sirong grunted.

"Oh... it's young, much younger than you." The old lady changed the subject: "You like him that much? That's a boy."

"I was married to him before." Huo Sirong said.

The old lady's face changed slightly: "He'an doesn't know about this, did you secretly marry him?"

"Well, he doesn't want anyone to know."

"Hey..." The old lady sighed: "But I look at it, that child doesn't seem to like you. A twisted melon is not sweet."

"I just..." Huo Sirong choked up, and said with red eyes: "I want to make up for him. He has suffered a lot. He should be happier."

"But you said this happiness, can you give it to him? If you give it, does he want it?" The old lady asked worriedly.

Huo Sirong shook his head, and said tearfully, "I don't know."

Huo Sirong grew up, and the old lady saw it and felt pain in her heart.

He can hide things carefully, he doesn't talk much, and has even fewer emotions. He is usually calm and quiet, like a quiet ice sculpture.

So that when Huo Sirong stepped into the entertainment circle, the old lady was both surprised and relieved. She stayed up all night watching TV movies with her grandson, wiped away her tears and said to Huo Chengde, "I can finally laugh and cry."

At that time, it was only in the play that he looked like a normal person, full of ups and downs, sorrows, joys and joys.

In reality, Huo Sirong's EQ is still appallingly low. Mr. Huo is serious and unreasonable, with a paralyzed face, making the surrounding people furious.

But such a heartless and loveless person actually hides a white moonlight in his heart, and because of such a white moonlight who can't figure out the shadow, he is crazy about love and love.

Even today, men in their thirties, who have never seen such a big storm, are crying like a child who has lost something he loves.

Mrs. Huo hugged her grandson, and comforted her distressedly: "Baby, what can't be done. If he doesn't like you, let him go. There is a saying in the lyrics, there is a kind of love called letting go."

"I've been waiting for him for two years." Huo Sirong choked up, "I've been thinking about him for two years. But in his heart, I'm nothing anymore."

How long the night is, the night is not young.

He remembered that on snowy nights in winter, he sat on the open-air balcony without turning on the air conditioner or heating, and let the humid and cold air in the south penetrate into his bone marrow like ice knives.

He used an extremely masochistic method to miss and regret day and night for 720 days.

Dreamed of him, woke up, called Lin Er, but no one answered.

Huo Sirong thought to himself mockingly, I have an old friend, and I still refuse to return.

It's clearly planned, when he comes back, treat him very well, spoil that child to heaven, and make up for him well.

However, Lin Xiang had already given up, he didn't want anything, he just wanted to leave him.

Huo Sirong was so angry that he became dizzy, and locked him with shackles, but in exchange for deeper hatred.

"I want to tell him, I'm sorry." Huo Sirong closed his eyes, raised his head, facing the void, tears rolled down his emaciated cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Lin Xiang." He said.

If the matter has come to this point, it is irreversible, the only option is to give up...

The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who cast [Mine]: Tutu is not afraid of you;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

Cangli 63 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!