i only like your face

Mo Ming focused on driving, and the neon light outside the car window cast an ethereal halo on his clear side profile.

It's heart-poundingly beautiful.

The aftermath of the alcohol came on, Han Shaoyu's mind was muddled, and he reached out to caress Mo Ming's face, but Mo Ming immediately reminded him softly, "Brother Rong, I'm driving."

Han Shaoyun put down his hand and smacked his mouth: "I haven't seen you in a month, it's strange."

Mo Ming smiled, and silently glanced at Han Shaoying through the looking glass.

Following the street full of neon lights, the car finally drove into the underground garage of a high-end residential area.

Mo Ming helped Han Shaoyong into the elevator, Han Shaoyong hugged Mo Ming's waist tightly while rubbing his face against Mo Ming's soft hair.

Finally back at the apartment, before Mo Ming could change his shoes, Han Shaoyun reached out and grabbed his chin, kissing him against the entrance cabinet.

The strong smell of alcohol instantly enveloped Mo Ming.

With Mo Ming, Han Shaoying never restrained himself.

Probably because of drinking, and because he hasn't seen each other for a month, Han Shaoying is a bit insignificant this time.

It was useless for Mo Ming to beg for mercy, he held Han Shaoying's head buried between his neck with all his strength, forcing him to raise his head.

"I have a magazine to shoot tomorrow." Mo Ming panted, "Don't bite your neck."

Han Shaoyun smiled: "Then I bite my thigh?"

"..."

Han Shaoying didn't have any eccentricities in bed, but his physical strength was too terrifying. He tossed and tossed until after two o'clock in the morning.

I haven't done it for a month, it's weird.

He is very rare for his little lover, he looks good and has a good figure, and his personality is like a little sheep, sensible and docile, and he doesn't seem to lose his temper when he is with him.

After coming out of the bathroom, Mo Ming fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed. He was so tired that even his brows were furrowed in his dream, and Han Shaoyun habitually stretched out his hand to smooth it out.

Han Shaolong didn't feel sleepy at all, if it wasn't for Mo Ming's body being overwhelmed, he felt that he would be able to toss until dawn.

Han Shaoyun got up and went to the open-air balcony outside the French window, lit a cigarette and smoked, picked up his phone and found that Zhao Cheng had sent him a few messages a few hours ago.

[Zhao Cheng]: Lao Han, do you think I am dazzled? Why do I feel that you, a little lover, look a bit like that [smirk]

【Zhao Cheng】: [I understand you·jpg]

[Zhao Cheng]: To be honest, it is almost beyond the original [thumbs up]

[Zhao Cheng]: When you come back to drink next time, you must remember to bring Xiao Moming with you [hehe laughing]

Han Shaoyun: "..."

He has never mentioned the existence of Mo Ming to his friends. First, he thinks it is unnecessary. After all, this kind of relationship can be broken at any time, and it is not worth mentioning. Amuse him.

I didn't catch up with the person I liked, so I found someone who was somewhat similar to the person I liked as a substitute. This matter was quite worthless, but Han Shaoyu knew how his life was going.

Tonight, he calmly introduced Mo Ming to Qin You and Jiang He, but he felt that it didn't matter, whether Mo Ming was a stand-in or a lover, anyway, he felt comfortable, and he was at an age where he was extremely energetic in all aspects. , It is also necessary to personally relieve the needs and pressures, whether it is physical or spiritual...

Han Shaoyun took two puffs of cigarettes, and replied to Zhao Cheng: [He will go to your place to spend later, and charge it to my account. 】Zhao Cheng runs the night show, and has always been out at night, and he received Han Shaoying's message quickly.

[Zhao Cheng]: No problem, I will entertain him with the highest standard in the shop, Lao Han, wait for the bleeding [hehe laughing]

【Han Shaoyun】: yes

[Zhao Cheng]: One more compliment, this little Mo Ming is very long [thumbs] [like]

【Han Shaoying】: Don't make any decisions about him

【Zhao Cheng】:……

[Zhao Cheng]: Fuck you!I'm not gay, thank you! [Smile]

Han Shaoying didn't reply anymore, and the other end also stopped. When he finished smoking and was about to return to the room, Zhao Cheng sent another message.

[Zhao Cheng]: Old Han, don't worry about Wenci, Wenci and his wife are living happily, and they won't divorce.

Han Shaoyun: "..."

Han Shaoyu ignored it and switched his phone to Do Not Disturb mode.

Mo Ming didn't like the smell of cigarettes, so Han Shaoyun went to brush his teeth specially. He was not afraid of Mo Ming getting angry, on the contrary, Mo Ming would never be angry with him, but when he was unhappy, Mo Ming would frown and his whole face would be dispirited. Also do not like to talk.

He couldn't bear to see Mo Ming's expression, he always felt like he had done something extremely immoral.

Returning to the bed, Han Shaolong sat sideways on the bed, stretched out his hand and gently brushed away the few strands of hair drooping in front of Mo Ming's forehead.

Under the dim light of the warm-colored desk, Mo Ming fell asleep, with a clear and peaceful face.

It's a bit similar, but it doesn't seem to be the same. When he saw Mo Ming for the first time, Han Shaoyun felt that Mo Ming and Wenci were at least [-]% similar, but I don't know when it started, this similarity became weaker and weaker...

In fact, he hadn't thought about this issue for a long time, and Zhao Cheng, this idiot made a fuss tonight, and unconsciously brought up many previous things in his mind.

Speaking of the acquaintance with Mo Ming, it was three years ago.

Just a few days after Wenci got married, he was alone in the nightclub and got drunk. From time to time, someone would come to strike up a conversation. He was in a bad mood, and whoever approached would stare at him.

He was the one who saw Mo Ming first, and he was sitting in a prominent position directly in front of his line of sight. He was alone, wearing a loose knitted sweater and jeans. Teach people to see clearly.

Han Shaolong's gaze was drawn to it almost instantly, he almost thought it was Wen Ci, not only the two similarities between the brows, but also the two flaxen fake sweaters worn by the young man, which he had seen Wen Ci wear before.

If that face only gave Han Shaoying one or two points of phantom, then the additional clothing instantly increased the similarity to eight points.

The young man seemed to raise his head inadvertently, and after meeting Han Shaorong's gaze, he smiled at Han Shaorong subtly.

Han Shaoyu was stunned for a moment, and in the next second he walked over in a strange way.

There was a glass of blue Hawaii on the table, and the crushed ice was crystal clear like waves in the blue liquid. The young man looked beautiful and gentle, and said softly to Han Shaoyun, "Hello."

Han Shaoying is not romantic by nature, and he is impatient. He obviously took the initiative to strike up a conversation, but when he opened his mouth like an interrogator: "Where is it? It looks quite small."

"Students of C University, nineteen years old this year."

"What is your name?"

"Mo Ming, the end of the doomsday, the Ming of the Ming River."

He spoke softly, not at all like the kind of person who can have fun, but Han Shaoyun felt that his eyes looked at him, like twinkling stars falling into the deep sea, sinking quickly.

He concluded intuitively that this Mo Ming was interested in him, whether it was because he was interested in his identity, or just fell in love with him at first sight, at least it meant that as long as he wanted, this guy could get closer to him.

Later, when Han Shaolong recalled that day, he felt that he and Mo Ming had no special speculative conversations, but when he was about to leave after drinking, before he could say anything, Mo Ming reached out and lightly grabbed his clothes: "Yes, Can I trouble you to take me back?"

His cheeks were flushed, and there was a light gleam in his eyes. He didn't know whether it was because of the alcohol or because he was embarrassed by this unsolicited invitation.

"Then let's go." Han Shaoying didn't hesitate.

After getting in the car, Mo Ming told Han Shaoyong the address of his rental house, but Han Shaoyong told the driver the name of a hotel, and quietly observed the people beside him...

Mo Ming pursed his lips and didn't ask anything.

After getting off the car at the entrance of the hotel, Han Shaoying walked in front, and when he reached the revolving door, he looked back, and Mo Ming silently followed behind him, never leaving. He stretched out his right hand towards Mo Ming, and Mo Ming looked at him, hesitating Put a hand in his palm in two seconds.

As soon as Han Shaoyong retracted his arms, Mo Ming directly crashed into Han Shaoyong's arms.

Mo Ming is not short, but compared with Han Shaoyong whose shoelaces and hair add up to 1.9 meters, he is still not small. He raised his head slightly to look at Han Shaoyong, and called softly: "Brother Yun..."

As soon as he entered the suite, Han Shaoyong pushed Mo Ming against the door.

What he kept calling out was diction, and he was almost tossing fiercely...

The person in his arms called him Brother Yong, and from time to time raised his head and tried to kiss his face.

The next morning, Han Shaoyong got up very early. Before he left, he took off the expensive watch from his wrist and put it on the bedside.

In the few days after that, Han Shaoyun would always think of Mo Ming that night from time to time, his waist was really narrow, he could grasp it with both hands, and it was just right to hold it in his arms...

It may be the sequelae left by the taste of meat for the first time. Later, when Han Shaoyong was thinking about the words, Mo Ming's figure would flash in his mind, and he would think of Mo Ming when his body caught fire at night for no reason.

After a week, he came to that bar again, with a little weird expectation in his heart, and when he entered, he saw Mo Ming sitting in front of the bar.

Mo Ming leaned against the bar counter, his eyes wandered quietly in the hall, as if he was looking for something, with a glass of blue Hawaii in his hand, his slender figure was pleasing to the eye.

Han Shaoyun walked up to Mo Ming, put his hand on the bar and said to the bartender, "Same as him."

Mo Ming turned to look at Han Shaoying.

Han Shaoyun clearly saw that the moment Mo Ming's eyes met his own, that ray of light rising from his eyes was more brilliant than a shooting star.

Han Shaoyun chuckled lightly: "Could it be that you are waiting for me?"

Mo Ming looked at Han Shaoyong, his face flushed slightly, his skin was fair, and every color on his face could be seen clearly, he was really not someone who could hide his thoughts.

Mo Ming took out the watch from his pocket, handed it to Han Shaoying, and said softly, "You left this behind at the hotel last time."

Han Shaolong thought later whether Mo Ming was just looking for others, or he was just fishing for big fish with a long line, but he didn't bother to think about it in a second, and he was hooked even if the other party was fishing.

After 10 minutes, Han Shaoyong left the bar, just like last time, Mo Ming followed behind him.

The next morning, Han Shaoyun didn't leave early, he waited for Mo Ming to wake up, and then told him about the future...

Han Shaoyun didn't use the word "support and support", he said that he lacked a companion, and asked Mo Ming if he would like to spend some time with him, if he didn't want to, he would go to the hospital for a physical examination, and if there was no problem, he would move to his place , he will regularly transfer 60 to Mo Ming's account every month.

"I will try my best to satisfy you whatever you want." Han Shaoyun said, "But I hope you know in your heart that our relationship is not a couple, and I will not be responsible for any of your feelings, understand?"

Han Shaoyun made a lot of requests. It was his first time doing this kind of thing outside, so he didn't want to worry too much. If the other party cried, made trouble with him and hanged himself when they broke up in the future, he would be annoyed to death.

At that time, Mo Ming complied with all his requests without hesitation, nodding seriously.

Mo Ming did indeed make Han Shaoyong feel at ease. In the past three years, he has been docile and sensible in front of Han Shaoyong, like a virtuous little daughter-in-law who manages the house. He bought two suites and three cars, and later learned that Mo Ming studied acting in university, and wanted to enter the entertainment industry, so he called the senior executives of Xing Ci and directly asked Xing Ci Entertainment to sign Mo Ming.

In fact, he felt from the bottom of his heart that Mo Ming's character was not suitable for the entertainment industry.

Too gentle, a little weak, and doesn't seem to be smart enough. At first glance, I don't understand the viciousness of Vanity Fair. Without his secret protection, this little white flower will be ruined sooner or later. Forcing others to only be their own canaries, since he is Han Shaoying's person now, then he just needs to protect him.

Before dawn, Han Shaoyong was woken up by the sound of a phone call.

Dazedly touching the phone and leaning it against his ear, Mr. Han's deep and sullen voice came from the other end: "I went to Chuanhai yesterday, and you don't even know to go home?"

Han Shaoyun frowned, but didn't even open his eyes: "Understood, I'll go back today."

"I asked the kitchen to make your breakfast, come back to me now."

"I'm not hungry, I'll wait at noon..."

Before Han Shaoyun finished speaking, Han Changzong on the other end had already hung up the phone.

Han Shaoyong frowned, dropped the phone casually, hugged the person in his arms and rubbed against him, and then got up and got out of bed with an uncomfortable expression on his face.

Mo Ming also woke up, sat up from the bed with difficulty, looked at Han Shaoying with sleepy eyes: "Brother Rong, do you want to go, then I'll make you breakfast."

"No, I'll go back and eat."

Han Shaoyun packed up, was just about to leave and then remembered something, turned around and went back to the bedroom.

Mo Ming was also about to get up, but right now his whole body seemed to be stretched and he was leaning against the head of the bed to relax.

"Almost forgot about that."

Han Shaoyun strode to the head of the bed, holding a small black and gold gift box the size of a palm in his hand and handing it to Mo Ming.

"I bought it by chance when I was doing business in Nanyang. It's a bunch of multi-treasure coral bracelets. It's very beautiful."

Mo Ming took the gift box from Han Shaorong with both hands, just like every time he received a gift in the past, with a gentle smile in his eyes: "Thank you, Brother Rong."

Han Shaoyun pinched Mo Ming's chin, leaned over and kissed: "Open it yourself to see if you like it, I'll go back first."

Mo Ming nodded: "Brother Yong, pay attention to safety on the road."

Soon, there was a sound of the apartment door opening and closing outside the bedroom.

Mo Ming changed hands and threw the gift box in his hand on the lamp cabinet next to the bed, pressed his hands on his sore waist, and slowly got out of bed to wash up.