Man's "wife" crisis

When Han Hansheng woke up early the next morning, the two of them were already naked and lying on the bed, and Han Xiaomo was still sleeping soundly in his arms.

Han Hansheng was startled, and he got up almost stiffly, leaning on the bed board, and pulled off the quilt covering his body.

Naturally, nothing is worn underneath!

sky!What are you doing!

He clutched his forehead, trying hard to recall what happened last night.

Han Xiaoqin said that he wanted him to do something drastic to see her off so that she would remember his feelings for her.

Hearing what she said, the passion hidden in his heart burst out uncontrollably.

He hugged her and kissed her, but he didn't know when she sneaked away!

Could it be... exactly at 12 o'clock?After that, the one who continued to fight fiercely with him... who was it?

Han Hansheng turned his head to the side, looked at the young man who was still sleeping beside him, and was hit hard in his heart!

He got out of bed immediately, put on his clothes and rushed out the door, and washed his face well with cold water.

I feel very guilty, as if I just made a big case!

That's right, he did commit a crime, he took over the body of a boy in a muddle... Although there is no clear regulation in the law, he has already confirmed his guilt in his heart!

He didn't know how to face Han Xiaomo's accusation, let alone how to ask the other party and Han Xiaomo's parents for forgiveness!

Just when Han Hansheng was flustered, Han Xiaomo's call came from the room, "Uncle?"

This sound completely shocked Han Hansheng. Before he was fully prepared, he couldn't face Han Xiaomo at all.

"I, I'm going to work!" Han Hansheng was coping, putting on his shoes and knocking out the door, before he even had time to brush his teeth...

In fact, Han Hansheng didn't have to go to work at all today, and Li Fusheng had already given them a year's leave. If there was no serious case, they would not be allowed to return to the criminal police brigade.

So when he saw Han Hansheng coming to work in a daze, Li Fusheng was very surprised, and patted Han Hansheng on the shoulder very sadly, "Hansheng, go back and rest, I'm afraid you won't be able to take it when you look like this."

"Captain Li, I committed a crime..." Han Hansheng said with a bitter face, "I have committed a serious crime."

Li Fusheng was taken aback for a moment, and then he burst out laughing, "Crime? You can commit crimes with your virtue? Stop thinking about it. What happened yesterday is really not your fault. Don't take it to heart."

"But I..." Han Hansheng clenched his fists, but he couldn't speak. Countless unbearable words flashed through his mind, making him ashamed to speak, and he couldn't say anything.

"Okay, I understand how you feel, go back and have a good rest, call home when you have time, don't come to the team to make trouble." Li Fusheng shook his head, turned to deal with the documents just delivered, and stopped looking at him.

Han Hansheng sighed helplessly, turned and walked out of the office and out of the police station.

Call home?Han Hansheng recalled Li Fusheng's proposal just now, and wondered if he should confess to his old lady first, even if it would make her angry, he would have to explain to Xiaomo and Uncle Sang in the future?

But this kind of thing, let him a big man how to say it!What face will he have to return to the village in the future?

I don't know if it's the mother-child connection, or if there is some kind of connection in the dark, just when Han Hansheng was hesitating whether to call his uncle's house, his old mother-in-law's phone came through unexpectedly.

"Han Sheng? How are you doing now? Are you getting along with Xiaomo?" As soon as Qi Po opened her mouth, questions came out like cannon balls.

"This..." Han Hansheng stopped talking in shame, looked around, saw that no one was paying attention to him, and walked dejectedly into a remote alley with few people.

"What's the matter?" Qi Po keenly sensed that something was wrong with her son, and hurriedly asked.

"Mom, I..." Han Hansheng scratched his hair embarrassingly, "I saw Xiaoqin's ghost."

"Ah! Then you... you already know?"

Huh?The old lady is not surprised at all that he ran into a ghost?Han Hansheng thought to himself.

"Well... I know everything about her, I'm so useless, Mom!"

"It's no wonder you. We didn't expect this kind of thing to happen. The child couldn't think about it. It was originally agreed to let her be your wife, alas..." Qi Po sighed regretfully, and she could hear her Originally, I was really optimistic about the girl Han Xiaoqin.

"Xiaoqin's ghost has already left, but before she left, she came to me and said goodbye to me...then...then..." Han Hansheng scratched the bridge of his nose, sweating profusely, but searched in his head Can't find a word that works.

"Oh, you know it too, Mom, I like her, I like her!" He paced back and forth in the alley, avoiding the strange eyes of passers-by, and said in a low voice, "So I couldn't hold back, so I ...that's all, you know?"

"What's the matter?" The old lady was startled on the other end of the phone, "You mean, what did you do with a female ghost? Ouch! Why are you so confused! The female ghost is so sinister , Doing that kind of thing will kill you sooner or later!"

"Mom!" Han Hansheng was almost pissed off by his own mother. Why did this old lady care so much about it?

Why does she seem to think that the appearance of Han Xiaoqin's ghost is a very normal thing?Is it because the master danced too much?

"Huh?" At this time, Qi Po seemed to have suddenly come to her senses, and asked nervously, "Son, you...can you see ghosts, can you touch ghosts?"

"No way, it was Xiaomo who lent her her body..." In order to explain, Han Hansheng told the truth without hesitation, but he didn't realize that he had unknowingly revealed the shameful truth.

"Oh, Xiaomo, hehe... That's good, that's a good thing." On the other end of the phone, the old lady smiled strangely, and Han Hansheng was taken aback for a moment before realizing what he had just said.

"Ah, no, actually that..." He blushed and wanted to quibble, but his wife interrupted him with a smile, "Okay, don't be sloppy, I don't know what's in your belly, your mother ?"

"Mom, I... I was so confused that I did such a thing. I thought it was Xiaoqin." Han Hansheng was annoyed, but Qi Po didn't blame him, but smiled and said, "If it's with Xiaomo , how can it be considered a foolish thing...why, hasn't Xiaomo told you yet?"

"what?"

"It's just...he came to you to..."

Half an hour later, Han Hansheng returned home.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard the sound of the washing machine, as if something big was being washed, and Han Hansheng naturally guessed what it was.

Perhaps the washing machine was too loud, and Han Xiaomo didn't notice the sound of Han Hansheng opening the door.

While guarding the washing machine, he was cleaning the glass windows, his movements were careful and slow, obviously not as sharp as usual, and his face was also slightly pale.

Corn circled around him, making a lazy "meow" from time to time.

"Xiaomo!" Han Hansheng saw that the young man was so weak, and the anger that had just been suppressed in his stomach was much lessened.

However, he still couldn't understand Seventh Wife, let alone the nephew in front of him who had no blood relationship in name, but was actually a little guy who was sent to be his wife!

Which normal boy would accept such an arrangement?Even if this is the order of the parents, isn't it too absurd?

"Uncle?" Han Xiaomo didn't expect Han Hansheng to appear at home at this time, and almost fell from the window.

"Be careful!" Han Hansheng hurriedly supported him, only then did he realize how slender the boy's arms were.

"Why are you back?" Han Xiaomo broke away from Han Hansheng's hand and leaned on the washing machine with his back, a little flustered, not daring to look at Han Hansheng's face.

"I have something to ask you. Xiaomo, tell uncle honestly, why did you come to me from the village?" Han Hansheng didn't allow Han Xiaomo to escape, pulled him out of the corner, and forced him to sit on the sofa.

Han Xiaomo swallowed his saliva with difficulty, holding the rag tightly in his hands, not daring to speak casually, but only used his eyes to inquire about Han Hansheng's intentions.

"My mother called me just now and asked you to marry Xiaoqin into my house?" It was rare for Han Hansheng to talk to Han Xiaomo so loudly. He just couldn't understand how the idea of ​​letting a man marry him came about!

"Uncle, I... can't I?" Han Xiaomo asked cautiously, pitifully.

"Xiaomo, are you making a mistake? You are a boy! You don't need to listen to what those three aunts and six wives say!" Han Hansheng really wanted to hit the wall. He had tried his best to deal with his old lady just now, but he didn't know My mother took some wrong medicine, or something, as if she was determined to want him to be with Han Xiaomo.

Isn't Han Xiaomo a man in their eyes?Or in their eyes, he is not a man?

"Uncle, I am voluntary."

"That's right, who would volunteer... what?" Han Hansheng was taken aback, looking at Han Xiaomo dully.

"Being a substitute for my sister is actually just an excuse. Uncle... I... Actually I..." Han Xiaomo's face flushed slightly, he pinched the corner of his clothes nervously, and his eyes were also dodging, "Actually, I have always liked You, my favorite..."

"Nonsense! How old were you when I left the village?" Han Hansheng couldn't believe it at all. Can a seven or eight-year-old child understand what liking and affection are?

"I don't know what's going on with me. I was still young at that time, and I only knew how to pester you. In the years after you left, I always thought of you and dreamed of you... Uncle, I dreamed of you... ...You treat me...to me..." Han Xiaomo's face was as red as a persimmon, and that shy expression made Han Hansheng immediately think of various shy possibilities.

"Enough! Don't...don't say it!" Han Hansheng wanted to knock himself out with a punch. He couldn't figure out how he, who was about to become a middle-aged uncle, could become the fantasy object of an adolescent boy.

And this adolescent boy is still such a well-behaved and sensible Han Xiaomo!

His innocent and ascetic appearance, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like such a haughty person!

However, if he was really that innocent, what happened last night would not have happened, right?

Thinking of what he and Han Xiaomo did last night, Han Hansheng suddenly broke out in cold sweat, because he still clearly remembered the ecstasy and pleasure brought to him by the hot body of the other party when their bodies overlapped. excitement...

Maybe I really underestimated this guy named Han Xiaomo!

"Uncle, I'm just talking casually, don't take it seriously." Seeing that Han Hansheng seemed a little annoyed, Han Xiaomo said aggrievedly, then stood up and walked towards the balcony as if evading, "I'm going to hang up the sheets."

But today, his back was sore and his legs were weak, so he trembled suddenly and almost fell down.

Fortunately, he quickly grasped the armrest of the sofa, and then just knelt down on the ground, without losing that thin layer of shame.

In fact, maybe I didn't have such dignity from the beginning, right?

Han Xiaomo thought to himself, his heart ached a little, and the tears of grievance were held in his eyes and couldn't flow out.

Suddenly, a pair of big hands reached out from behind him and helped him up.

Under Han Xiaomo's surprised gaze, Han Hansheng had already snatched the laundry basket from Han Xiaomo's hand, and ordered in a low voice with some embarrassment: "Go to the room and lie down to rest. Leave everything to me today!"

Then, Han Hansheng walked to the washing machine, pulled out the dried sheets and clothes, and threw them into the basket, as if he didn't want Han Xiaomo to interfere at all.

Seeing Han Xiaomo's weak appearance, his anger just now was completely extinguished.

He scolded himself in his heart, Han Hansheng, are you still a fucking man?

What happened last night was not caused by Han Xiaomo alone. Now, it seems that he is shirking responsibility and passing the blame on him alone.

Han Hansheng, manly man, you can't be so ashamed!

Han Xiaomo was stunned for a moment, the pain on his face gradually faded, and another expression of helplessness was replaced.

This person is indeed a bad guy!

That's why I like him so much...

Han Xiaomo walked up to Han Hansheng's back and gently leaned his forehead on Han Hansheng's back.

When he was a child, he liked to let him run all over the mountains and plains on his back, so he will never forget what it feels like to lean on this generous shoulder.

Reassuring and comfortable... It seems that as long as this person is around, he will not be afraid of any danger.

If it was for him, he would give up his face, dignity, and even his life without hesitation.

However, I betrayed his trust and killed so many people, so that he has been unable to solve the case...

"Xiaomo?" Han Hansheng felt a warmth on his back, and turned his head in surprise, only to see Han Xiaomo with his head down, close to him.

"Uncle... just like this, don't move, let me... let me lean for a while, just for a while..."

Han Xiaomo said in an almost begging tone, Han Hansheng couldn't bear to refuse, so he could only stand there stupidly, letting the other party treat him as a wall he could rely on...

But I did this only because I wanted to give my nephew a little bit of support, definitely not because of anything else!

absolutely not...

But, why, the heart is pounding and pounding nervously?