i only like your face

Mo Ming stroked Han Shaoying's two black sword eyebrows, like comforting a large dog that was about to move.

"Don't do this next time, Brother Yun, it's not good to be found out." Mo Ming frowned, and although his words seemed to be complaining, the movements of his hands were extraordinarily gentle. Pressed his palm lightly on his face.

Han Shaoyun didn't even think about it, and said with a smile: "What influence will it have, whether you can't see people or I can't see people."

Mo Ming didn't know whether the man in front of him really didn't understand or pretended not to understand, he let out a sigh of relief.

This man is getting more and more pushy... never before, annoying.

Mo Ming tiptoed lightly, kissed Han Shaoyu on the face again, and said softly: "Then I'll clean up as soon as possible, and go back with Brother Rong."

"Going out now, it's not easy for your colleagues to bump into you." Han Shaoyun stared at Mo Ming's ruddy lips, and said with a low smile, "Why don't you just let me kiss here until your colleagues leave."

In such a small space, each other's breaths are closely entangled, but in this sense of oppression that may be discovered at any time, Han Shaoyu feels irritated.

In fact, he really wanted to say something to Mo Ming, just what he saw on the set just now, or a few words of exclamation or praise, but now he is really facing Mo Ming, and he feels that any love words are not as good as a simple and rude expression of intimacy direct.

"Brother Rong, don't make things difficult for my assistant. He's much more nervous outside than I am now." Mo Ming smiled and bit Han Shaoyun's Adam's apple, wrapped his hands around his neck, and gently moved to his ear, "The bathtub at home can be used, let's go back quickly, shall we?"

Han Shaoying's blood rushed to his brain, his Adam's apple wriggled, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

"Then Brother Xun wait for me here for a while, I'll clean it up as soon as possible." After a pause, Mo Ming added softly, "Shut up, or Brother Xong and I will become a joke on the set tomorrow."

At this moment, Han Shaoying's mind is full of the bathtub, and he nodded subconsciously: "Okay."

Mo Ming quickly changed his clothes, opened half of the curtain slightly and walked out.

Xiao Song still looked messy at this moment, he looked at Mo Ming, and then at the curtain door behind Mo Ming, his heart was full of question marks.

"Don't let anyone find out." Mo Ming whispered to Xiao Song.

Xiao Song nodded his head like a pounding garlic, took a stool and sat down firmly in front of the curtained door, as if he was not guarding the curtained door, but his brother Mo's integrity and reputation.

One cloth away, there was chatting and laughing, Han Shaoyun looked at the cloth curtain hanging in front of his eyes, then looked up at the bald ceiling, and suddenly felt like a shameless adulterer.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, Han Shaolong didn't come here to have an affair, did he need to be so sneaky?

Thinking of this, Han Shaoyun had an urge to lift the curtain and go out, but in an instant, he felt that his way of appearing on the stage was really embarrassing. Even if he wanted to appear in front of Mo Ming's colleagues, he shouldn't come from this shabby place Come out, otherwise it doesn't look stupid. Forceful, very inexplicable?

Han Shaoyong leaned against the wall with his arms folded, staring at the simple dull gray cloth in front of him with a calm face, and gradually thought of the bathtub at home, and thought that there would be opportunities to toss Mo Ming when he went back at night, and he finally got a little balance in his heart.

"See you later, Mo Ming..."

The last colleague greeted Mo Ming and left. Xiao Song quickly got up and locked the door behind him. Then he let out a breath of relief. Just when he was about to ask Mo Ming who was hiding in the dressing room, the curtain door was blocked. When it was opened, Han Shaoyun came out with a sullen expression.

Xiao Song stared at Han Shaoying's profound and stern face, feeling extremely familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"You, look outside." Han Shaoying said to Xiao Song.

Xiao Song was startled: "Huh? Oh...oh."

Seeing that Mo Ming didn't say anything, Xiao Song opened the door and walked out. When he turned around and closed the door gently, he saw through the crack of the door that the man put Mo Ming in front of a dressing table and kissed him, pressing his hands hard on Mo Ming. Ming's flexible and thin waist, the strength and posture, seemed to want to rub Mo Ming into his own flesh and blood, and Mo Ming grabbed the man's neck, closing his eyes to meet him.

Xiao Song blushed and his heart beat when he saw it, he hurriedly closed the door tightly. He followed Mo Ming for a year, and he was used to Mo Ming's gentleness and tranquility, but he had never seen such a passionate and indulgent Mo Ming.

Calm down, Xiao Song's brain is also moving fast, he carefully analyzed... that man is obviously an outsider, and the relationship with Mo Ming is now close, presumably they have been together for a long time, and Mo Ming has been hiding this relationship from the outside, and even My personal assistant doesn't know anything about it, it seems...

If Mo Ming is popular in the traffic, he is taboo about his relationship being exposed, so it's fine to hide it, but Mo Ming has no ambitions in the entertainment industry, and his love is so low-key and hidden under such a loose mentality, then there is only one possibility.

The relationship between Mo Ming and that man is not justified...

The more Xiao Song thought about it, the more frightened he became. He remembered that the man was wearing a high-quality slim-fit suit, and the mechanical watches on his wrist seemed to be Patek Philippes with millions of dollars... He was more willing to believe that it was Mo Ming than the speculation that Mo Ming was taken care of. Ming is low-key by nature, so love only engages in underground love affairs.

"Are you angry?" Mo Ming looked at the corner of Han Shaoyong's silent mouth, reached out and tapped Han Shaoyong's lips, "Are you really angry?"

"Hiding for so long like an adulterer, what do you think?" Han Shaoyun said, and couldn't help but open his mouth and bite Mo Ming's fingertips, "Do you know what I'm thinking inside?"

Mo Ming pursed his lips, lowered his head, and wrapped his fingers around the striped tie at the bottom of Han Shaoying's neck: "Do you want a bathtub at home?"

"...You wait." It would be a waste of time to say one more sentence at this moment, Han Shaoyun's breathing was heavy and hot, "Wait back and see how I treat you."

Mo Ming was not afraid, and smiled at Han Shaoyun, like a docile and lazy kitten.

The actors of the crew have almost left, and some of the remaining staff are cleaning up the set. Liu Hekun is still in front of the camera with the assistant director, watching the scenes of the night scenes over and over again.

Out of politeness, Han Shaoyu greeted Liu Hekun before leaving, and Mo Ming left the set first.

Xiao Song followed Mo Ming all the way without saying a word, and finally seized the opportunity of Mo Ming to place orders, but as Mo Ming's assistant, he was not very good at asking about Mo Ming's private life, so he just tentatively said: "Brother Mo, that, that one What do you call a man?" At least we will see each other next time, and we will know how to greet him.

"His surname is Han, you don't have to worry too much about his existence."

Xiao Song remembered the note on Mo Ming's phone named "Brother Z", and subconsciously said, "My surname is Han, I thought my surname was Zhou or Zheng."

Mo Ming didn't speak, the night wind ruffled the broken hair on his forehead and involuntarily closed those dark eyes.

"Brother Mo, you...are you in a relationship?" Xiao Song still couldn't hold back.

"in love?"

"That's right, with that Mr. Han."

Mo Ming frowned slightly, seemed to be thinking about it seriously, and then nodded slightly: "Well, it's in love."

That kind of confused and illusory spiritual comfort is just like a love separated by time and space. He is also really greedy for that illusion, sometimes sinking and sometimes sober...

Seeing that Mo Ming admitted without hesitation, Xiao Song immediately lost his scruples, and said with a smile: "Brother Mo is too tight to hide, I didn't see it at all, but that Mr. Han is quite tall, rich and handsome, although Just now it was a bit... But that's because Brother Mo is too charming."

Mo Ming was amused by Xiao Song's words: "He is quite good."

Xiao Song looked at the warm smile in Mo Ming's eyes, and was in a great mood: "Mr. Han must love Brother Mo very much..."

"Lovely."

"Then Brother Mo must love Mr. Han very much."

"En." Mo Ming's gentle voice was as light as the evening breeze, "I love you very much."

Xiao Song didn't hold back any more, and asked curiously with his head tilted: "Then brother and this Mr. Han will make an official announcement? Or continue to engage in underground affairs?"

"It's not announced... that's it, it's pretty good."

Xiao Song nodded thoughtfully: "That's right, if an artist is in love, it's better to keep a low profile and be safe."

Mo Ming got into Han Shaoying's private car, while Xiao Song drove back alone. He was about to start the car, when he saw through the car window that Mr. Han also came out of the set, and went straight to the place where Mo Ming was sitting. The high-hanging street lights of that Maybach brightly reflected on his three-dimensional face, Xiao Song stared blankly, and felt more and more familiar.

Driving away, Xiao Song searched for the source of that familiarity in his mind all the way.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Song suddenly felt a jolt in his head, and immediately pulled the car to the side of the road, and hastily took out his mobile phone to search for a name.

Seeing the photos and news about people popping up one after another, Xiao Song felt a thunderous explosion in his head.

This, isn't this the young master of the Shengda Group who pursued top superstars back then, Han Shaoying?

The children of rich and famous families, the more prominent their family background, the more low-key and mysterious, and a wealthy family like the Han family is even more powerful among the powerful. To the public, it is a mysterious mountain shrouded in mist. It is too huge to talk about without a clear concept.

But Han Shaoyu is an exception.

In order to pursue a top star in the entertainment industry, he forcibly pursued himself as the favorite of the paparazzi gossip club. He had never made his debut, but netizens had a large number of fans. At that time, people may not know that Han Shaoying was famous The grandson of Han Changzong, but he must know that he is infatuated with the most popular and top-ranking dictionaries, and has been chasing after him for several years.

The last piece of lace gossip about Han Shaoying on the Internet is a video stolen by a paparazzi. Han Shaoying was very drunk, and when he was carried out of the nightclub by his friends, he yelled drunkenly: I will not give up, I will wait, I have to wait for Wenci to get divorced...

After Wen Ci got married and retired from the circle, this powerful man completely faded out of the public's sight, but that period of unprecedented love history has always been remembered by the Internet. Although the entertainment circle has never lacked gossip and lace of the second generation of wealthy families pursuing popular traffic, But it is far from being as amazing as Han Shaoyong's years of pursuing literary diction. Some people even commented on related entertainment news: No matter how rich you are, you are not as rich as the Han family, and no matter how affectionate you are, you are not as deep as Han Shaoyong.

Xiao Song's brain was about to shut down again. If he was killed, he would never have thought that the person who was with his brother Mo was this big boss. However, it was rumored on the Internet that Han Shaoyu was still single and was still waiting for Wenci to turn around.

Xiao Song flipped through the related gossip about Han Shaoying on his mobile phone, most of which were from three years ago, and he casually clicked on a photo from the media news. It was at an awards ceremony many years ago, and Han Shaoying personally gave the award as a guest of honor Two people in black and white suits stood together on the stage, one tall and straight, handsome, the other elegant, handsome and dignified, really pleasing to the eye...

Xiao Song's eyes finally focused on Wen Ci on the photo, and he couldn't help frowning as he looked at it. He put two fingers against the phone screen to slightly enlarge Wen Ci's face.

After a few seconds, Xiao Song froze.

"Fuck."

With a rough □□, Xiao Song felt his heart sinking... The eyebrows and eyes of this word actually have a slight resemblance to Mo Ming.

Then this Han Shaoyun and Mo Ming are together because...

...

As soon as he returned to the apartment, Han Shaoyong couldn't wait to fill the bathtub with warm water. He was in a particularly good mood and kept humming a song, "On the Small Road".

This is what Mo Ming likes to listen to. The lyrics are simple and the music played briskly. Mo Ming used it as an alarm clock and let it go off in the car a few times. Han Shaolong learned it by accident.

Mo Ming leaned against the door frame, looked tenderly at Han Shaoying who was testing the water temperature in front of the bathtub, and quietly listened to the familiar melody.

Time seemed to return to that afternoon, the man was holding the guitar and sitting leaning in front of the window sill, plucking the strings of the guitar with his slender fingers, and the sun was covering his body, coating him with a layer of warmth and warmth. Unreal light and shadow.

"Does it sound good..." He raised his head and asked with a smile.

When he lost his mind, the mobile phone in Mo Ming's pocket rang, followed by one, two, three... as if being bombarded by information.

Mo Ming took out his phone suspiciously to check, and found that it was Xiao Song who sent him the message.

[Xiao Song]: Brother Mo, that Han Shaoying doesn't like you at all!

[Xiao Song]: He is with you because you resemble his Bai Yueguang diction!

[Xiao Song]: Fake!all fake!What he really likes is diction!

[Xiao Song]: He treats you as a substitute, as a substitute for words!

[Xiao Song]: You can talk about anything, don't talk about feelings!

[Xiao Song]: Don't fall in love with him, Brother Mo, don't! !

Xiao Song's news came out like a machine gun.

At the end of the day, press and hold the vertical button on the side of the phone until the phone turns off automatically.

"What's wrong?" Han Shaoyong also heard the rapid-fire notification tone, and subconsciously turned around and asked Mo Ming, "What's the matter?"

"Someone in the production team gave out red envelopes." Mo Ming smiled, stepped forward and put his arms around Han Shaoying's neck, his voice sounded like a nasal voice after a cold, "I'm so unlucky, I didn't get any."

Han Shaoyun hugged him by the waist, and without taking off his clothes, he stepped into the bathtub filled with warm water.

The built-in sunken large bathtub is twice as big as the original one, and Han Shaoyun pressed him against the white and smooth side wall and kissed him.

"I want a red envelope, Brother Ming Errong will give you a big one." Han Shaorong said vaguely.

Mo Ming smiled and held Han Shaoying's face: "Stop first, I want to tell you something..."

Han Shaoyu's eyes were full of desire and dissatisfaction, and he hugged Mo Ming under the water and rubbed and rubbed: "What?"

"Don't go to my production team, I'm going to finish filming in a few days." Mo Ming said softly, "Brother Tong is not doing well today..."

Han Shaoyun was stunned for a moment, frowned slightly, and in a trance, he heard a little disgust. He bit Mo Ming's chin, squinted his eyes: "Then tell me, what's wrong?"

"I'll be distracted." Mo Ming looked at the face close at hand, and gently pinched the two thin lips with his fingertips, "I still want to make a good impression on Director Liu."

Han Shaoying's eyes widened with a smile: "It's just a small matter, okay, then I'll wait for you to finish it."