i only like your face

What surprised Han Shaoyun the most was probably that Mo Ming called her husband too smoothly.

He seemed to be able to taste a lot of things from this sound, sweet and beautiful, swelling in his chest... This guy really knows how to please himself more and more.

They all called out the word husband, what do you mean, implying that he proposed to him?

It's a bold idea, little guy...

Han Shaolong immediately put down the shopping bag in his hand, bent down and picked up Mo Ming by the wall, and after entering the door, he quickly hooked the door, and hugged Mo Ming on the sofa in the living room.

"You left...the food...outside the door...Dinner hasn't...uh..."

Mo Ming was almost confused by the overwhelming kisses, and he was still thinking about the two bags of things that were forgotten outside the door.

It was not too late, and he still wanted to make dinner quickly.

Han Shaohong couldn't hear what the people under him said clearly. He was on a business trip for more than a week, and he kept thinking about his beautiful little lover at home. At the end of the day, his husband's voice really set his heart on fire. hot.

After making out for three years, Han Shaoyong knew Mo Ming from head to toe like the back of his hand, he knew too well how to break through Mo Ming's defense line, he kissed people like marshmallows that were about to melt in a short while, no matter how much he kissed and bitten Parry.

The mobile phone rang at an untimely time, just as Han Shaoying was kneeling on the sofa with one leg, lowering his head and eagerly trying to untie his trousers belt.

Picking up the phone impatiently, he found that it was Zhao Cheng, and Han Shaoyun became even more irritable.

Now when he thinks of Zhao Cheng, in his mind is this guy pretending to be a big-tailed wolf in front of him, jumping repeatedly on the edge of his anger in the name of doing his best.

It must not be a good thing, Han Shaolong looked down at Mo Ming again.

Mo Ming's cheeks were flushed, the end of his eyes gleamed with light water, and the broken hair on his forehead was messy. At this moment, his eyes were half-opened, and he was panting in embarrassment.

Han Shaoyun's breath was sparkling, he felt that Mo Ming was writing to him all over his face at this moment: Come and play with me, husband...

Under the bright light in the living room, being stared at by Han Shaoyong so unabashedly, Mo Ming's face became slightly hot unconsciously, he touched a pillow to cover his face, and reminded in a low voice: "Pick up the phone first, Brother Rong , nothing important..."

With the noisy mobile phone vibrating still in his ears, Han Shaoyun had no choice but to answer the call.

"what's up?"

Zhao Cheng on the other end was stunned for two seconds by Han Shaoying's impatience and his strange panting sound, and said with a smile: "This panting man, where is he working out?"

"It's okay, I'm hanging up."

"Hey, wait, I just want to ask you out for a drink, and I'll tell you something by the way."

"I don't have time tonight." Han Shaoying tilted his head, held the phone between his shoulders, and continued to unbuckle his belt with his hands under his body, "Let's talk about what's up on the phone."

"There is a game on Sunday night, some friends get together, do you have time?" Zhao Cheng said.

"Not necessarily." Han Shaoyun said, "Let's see when the time comes, Lao Qin and the others will all go?"

"If you come, Brother Qin and the others will definitely come here to save your face. Old Han, you'd better come here. This round is of great significance to you."

"What do you mean?"

"This is a bureau for the Wenci group." Zhao Cheng said with a smile, "It is said that it is a dinner with friends, but it is actually a cleansing for Wenci."

Han Shaoyong's hands slightly froze on the unbuttoned belt: "Wen, Wen Ci is coming back this week?"

"I knew it, you must have not read the news in the group." Zhao Cheng said, "I pulled Wenci back into the group last night, and everyone is welcoming him, discussing that we will get together on Sunday."

"I've been busy these days." Han Shaoyong frowned, "And I blocked that group of messages 800 years ago, who knows what you posted."

"I guessed it, otherwise how could you hold back and not speak."

"..."

That group has been there for several years, and the most active person in it is Zhao Cheng. Wenci Zeng was also in this group, but he left three years ago.

Wenci was "forced" out of the group by Han Shaoyong. After knowing that Wenci was with Gao Chen, Han Shaoyong became jealous and kept secretly competing with Wenci.

In fact, it’s not black material at all, not a single stone hammer is just a spectacle, and no one knows where Han Shaorong found it from the corner of the Internet, so he posted it in the group if he had nothing to do, and there are some generals Gao Chen on the Internet. The photo deliberately sharpened the picture of P ugly. During that time, no one in the group dared to speak.

Later, Wenci quietly left the group, probably because he knew that Wenci was angry, and Han Shaoyun felt remorse in his heart, so he quietly pulled Wenci back into the group, and within ten seconds, Wenci withdrew again.

After that, Han Shaoyong basically disappeared from that group.

The name of the group is Chuanhai, and there are about a dozen people in it, most of whom are the second-generation sons of Chuanhai. Although they are familiar with each other, friendship is just that. He usually blocks the news. He has another small group of five or six people with Zhao Cheng and Qinyou. The daily gatherings are in this group. The leader of the group is Jiang He. Without management authority, group members cannot pull people into the group, so when Zhao Cheng said let Wenci enter the group, he was obviously referring to the Chuanhai group with more than ten people.

"That Sunday, I will come here as Old Han. You are here. Maybe there will be more people here." Zhao Cheng took the initiative to organize the dinner in the group, and he didn't want to What kind of limelight is there, mainly because he wants to bring people to his venue after the dinner, let the gang of Chuanhai princes all recharge their cards at their own bar, and get him a million at a time.

Whoever earns the money is not earning it.

"Let's talk about it, see if I'm free on Sunday?"

"Old Han, are you nervous, aren't you ready to meet Wen Ci?" Zhao Cheng smiled, "Sunday is just a meal together, to be honest, Lao Han, I think you can definitely impress Wen Ci now. , you don't have to feel guilty."

"Do you know me well? You're still guilty. Why am I guilty?"

"This is not what you said back then. You said that Wenci is a fairy, and you are an ordinary man, so in front of Wenci, you..."

"Stop." Han Shaoyun quickly interrupted, and said in a deep voice, "Zhao Cheng, I ask you not to make clever analyzes and get involved in the affairs between me and Wenci."

Feeling that Han Shaoyong was really angry, Zhao Cheng accepted his unscrupulous tone, and after a few seconds of silence, he said: "Then if you don't come this Sunday, it's actually a meal with friends. To be honest, if you don't come, On the contrary, it seems to be deliberately hiding..."

"I'll tell you if I'm free." Han Shaoyun said, "It's not only Wednesday."

"Okay, then I'll wait for your news." After a pause, Zhao Cheng said in a subdued voice, "You should have broken up with Xiao Mo."

Han Shaoyu was about to laugh angrily: "What do you think?"

"Oh, then I'm relieved."

"..." He suspected that Zhao Cheng had misunderstood it.

"Don't worry, Lao Han, Wenci has been with Gao Chen before, and you have slept with Xiao Moming, you two are even, so you are both innocent, so you don't have to feel when you meet..."

Han Shaoyun hung up the phone without waiting for Zhao Cheng to finish, and he decided to only communicate with this guy in the future.

At this moment, Han Shaoying was the only one left on the sofa.

Mo Ming got up and left the sofa in the middle of Han Shaoyong's phone call, first went to carry the two bags of goods that had been forgotten outside the door, took out the daily necessities inside, and then carried the rest into the kitchen.

Han Shaoyong got up and buckled his belt and went to the kitchen. Mo Ming was standing in front of the refrigerator at this moment, carefully putting the fresh fruits and vegetables in the shopping bag back into the refrigerator.

There are two boxes of milk in the refrigerator that expired today, and Mo Ming frowned slightly looking at the expiration date on them, wondering whether to give Han Shaoyun a drink tonight or just throw it away.

He doesn't like to waste much.

Han Shaoyun walked up behind Mo Ming and hugged him, resting his chin on Mo Ming's shoulder, intentionally rubbing his body against him, and said with a low smile, "I haven't kissed enough yet, what are you running for?"

Mo Ming put the milk back in the refrigerator, turned his head and rubbed Han Shaoying's face on his shoulder with his cheek, and said softly: "I'll cook first, and after dinner... Well, Brother Rong let go first, the dishes haven't been washed yet."

"Hmm, what do you mean?" Han Shaoyu smiled and hugged him tighter, "What's next after dinner? Tell me clearly."

Mo Ming's cheeks flushed slightly, and Han Shaoyun could almost feel the heat from Mo Ming's ears.

"Brother Yun, don't do this."

"What kind?" Han Shaoyun teased the person in his arms maliciously, "Who called my husband just now, and now I'm still shy."

Mo Ming protested in a low voice: "...you asked me to call you."

"Did I ask you to call me husband? I just want to hear you call me good brother."

"..."

Isn't this more disgusting than calling her husband?

"Well, call again and listen." Han Shaoyun kissed Mo Ming's soft and hot ear tip, and said in a low, half-coaxing, half-threatening voice, "I'll let you go after calling, or I'll just put you on the bed and have dinner. Don't even want to eat it."

Mo Ming growled hungry, and resolutely compromised: "Then what do you want to hear?"

Han Shaoyun fluttered and said anxiously: "It's all right, hurry up, the better it sounds, the more I will follow you tonight."

"Then..." Mo Ming said in a low voice, obediently, "...good husband?"

"... "

Han Shaoyun took a deep breath, and the arms around Mo Ming's waist tightened even more, his voice suppressed the dry and annoyed scorching thoughts: "Where did you learn this, who taught you? No?"

"Ah?" Mo Ming was stunned, "No, no."

Mo Ming forcefully turned around in Han Shaoyu's arms, looked at the man in front of him who was breathing heavily and had something wrong in his eyes, and carefully asked, "Are you angry?"

Han Shaoyun didn't speak, but his breathing was trembling almost imperceptibly.

Of course he wasn't angry, he was just about to be dazed by the scorching heat in his body.

Why is this guy so...

Mo Ming put his hands around Han Shaorong's waist, and hugged him quietly, his fair face was leaning on the bottom of Han Shaorong's neck, his eyes glistened like water, and he sincerely admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, if Brother Rong doesn't like it, then, then May I change it? Husband...good brother, husband..."

One after another, like a kitten pleasing to humans, the cat in question is completely unaware of how terrifying the impact of this cry is on its patron, and is gentle and sincere on the verge of collapse of its self-control. Stretch out and try.

One foot, two feet, three feet...

The light rain that stopped in the evening turned into a thunderstorm in the evening, and the rain was fierce, crackling on the window sill, and it didn't stop all night.

At four o'clock in the morning, Han Shaoyun got up in a daze and went to the bathroom to drain the water. When he came back, he got into bed and continued to hold him tightly to his chest, but he soon felt that the temperature in his arms was not right.

Han Shaoyun subconsciously pressed his lips to Mo Ming's forehead, and the scorching heat woke him up instantly.

Like a frightened bird, Han Shaoyong sat up from the bed, reached out and patted the lamp beside the bed.

Under the light, Mo Ming in his sleep frowned tightly, his face was abnormally red, the hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, but he shrunk his shoulders as if it was cold.

Han Shaoyu checked the temperature of Mo Ming's body again, and confirmed that Mo Ming had a high fever, so he lifted the quilt and got out of bed to get dressed.

"Mo Ming." Han Shaoyong hurriedly dressed and shouted, "Wake up, can you hear me?"

Mo Ming's eyes opened a crack in a daze, but they closed again in an instant, and murmured vaguely: "It's hard, it's hard..."

Looking at Mo Ming's haggard little face, Han Shaoyong's heart shrank into a ball, he hurriedly dressed Mo Ming, and finally wrapped him in a thick coat of his own, picked him up and went to the hospital.

The city has not yet woken up at four o'clock in the morning, and the streets under the neon lights have been washed by the torrential rain all night, damp and deserted.

Han Shaoyun drove all the way to the hospital, and rushed into the emergency room with Mo Ming on his back, calling people anxiously.

"Come on! Doctor! Quick! Quick!"

When the nurse on duty saw Han Shaoyun's anxious look, she almost thought that the person on his back was going to die, so she hurried forward with her colleagues to take over in fright.

It's okay, it's just a fever.

Han Shaoying still had slippers on his feet, and a thin champagne-colored silk pajamas, which probably only served as a cover in the cold and rainy early morning of late autumn. In a burst of gray and decadent breath.

Seeing that Han Shaoyun seemed to have lost his soul, the nurse who put on the drip for Mo Ming couldn't help comforting him: "It's okay, sir, it will be fine when the fever subsides, don't be nervous."

She has never seen an adult who has a fever and can scare people like this...

"...Yeah." Han Shaoying replied, still sitting there motionless.

To be more precise, the moment was more of fear.

He didn't know why he was so frightened, his clothes were soaked in sweat, and his legs were trembling unconsciously while driving on the road.

It was the first time he felt that he was such an asshole. He obviously cried a few times last night, but he was still excited like a fool who had taken drugs.

The little guy kept cooperating with him, and he didn't get angry until the end, but he relied on the little guy's liking for him, so he got people into the hospital without seriousness.

What a jerk.

After dripping a bottle of medicinal liquid, Mo Ming's high fever subsided a lot, and he woke up in a trance at around [-] o'clock in the morning.

Mo Ming looked weak, looked at Han Shaoying beside the bed, and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother Rong wears so little, isn't it cold?"

Han Shaoyun leaned down, kissed Mo Ming's cheeks and lips that were still warm from a high fever, his heart was like lemon juice sprinkled after he had just been hacked seventeen or eight times, and said in a low voice: "Not cold, my husband is not cold .”

Mo Ming's face became even hotter, he frowned and reminded in a low voice: "Brother Yun, this is a hospital..."

Han Shaoyong smiled, and he pinched Mo Ming's face dotingly: "You're hungry, what do you want to eat, bro, go out and buy it."

Last night without making dinner, he was hugged and tossed in bed for most of the night. The little guy is probably starving right now.

"My head still hurts, I want to sleep for a while." Mo Ming said warmly, "Brother Tong, aren't you going to work?"

"I'm not going anywhere today, I'll just stay here with you."

"I'm fine, I can go back by myself after I wake up from sleep." Mo Ming said with a low smile.

It's just a fever, and it's fine if you don't come to the hospital to take two antipyretics, but Han Shaoying's sad and miserable appearance makes Mo Ming feel that his life is not long.

Han Shaoyong got up and closed the curtains, went to bed and lay down under the quilt. It was a bit difficult for two adult men to squeeze into the 1.5-meter small bed. Han Shaoyong carefully squeezed Mo Ming's body into his arms.

"It just so happens that I also catch up on sleep." Han Shaoying's face was pressed against his mottled hair, and his heart, which had been constricted for several hours, finally relaxed slowly.

Mo Ming was dishonest, and moved his body upwards until his gaze was on the pillow, level with Han Shaoying.

Gazing close at hand, Mo Ming's black and shining eyes still reflected his Han Shaohong's face, but Han Shaotong's eyes flickered: "Why, what's wrong?"

Mo Ming smiled slightly, and said softly, "Brother Rong is so kind to me."

Han Shaoyun laughed: "You still say I'm good after being made like this by me?"

"Well, I want to be by Brother Rong..." Mo Ming raised his hand, his slender and warm fingertips stretched from Han Shaoyun's sharp brow bone to the corner of his thin mouth gently, "...stay longer, one more day That's fine too."

Han Shaoyun smiled: "That depends on your performance. If you don't perform well, you might be thrown out by me this week."

Mo Ming's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he had thought of something, he took a deep look at the face in front of him, a trace of disappointment floated in his weak eyes.

Seeing that Mo Ming seemed aggrieved, Han Shaoyun regretted it again. The little guy was still sick, so he frightened him by refusing to give him reassurance. "

"Anyway..." Mo Ming moved his body, hugged Han Shaoyong's waist, buried his cheek between Han Shaoyong's neck, and said sullenly, "Anyway, I won't take the initiative to leave..."

Han Shaoyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry in his heart: "Oh, it depends on me, right?"

Mo Ming didn't speak, the low fever was still there, dizzy and dizzy, and he fell asleep quickly by leaning against Han Shaohong.

In the afternoon, I took another bottle of intravenous drip, and the fever was almost gone until the end of the evening, but I didn't look energetic, my face was sullen, and my eyelashes were drooping.

As a patient whose physical strength has not yet recovered, when he returned to the apartment, after taking a hot bath, Mo Ming lay on the sofa wrapped in a blanket and watched TV. Han Shaoyun brought him yogurt snacks from the refrigerator.

The dishes from the previous night hadn't been cooked yet, and the meat, meat, and vegetarian dishes were placed on the kitchen counter as they were. Han Shaolong rolled up his cuffs and tied his apron.

Halfway through the work, the phone rang.

Han Shaoyun wiped his hands and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

It's the old man calling.

"Grandpa." Han Shaoyong said.

"I heard from your driver that you lived in the ** community most of the time in Chuanhai, didn't you?" Han Changzong's deep and slow voice came.

"Yeah, it's convenient here, and I'm used to it." Han Shaoying turned on the speakerphone and put it aside, continuing to crack eggs into the bowl.

"Also at this moment?"

"Well, I'm making dinner." Han Shaoyun said, "What's the matter, Grandpa, I'm busy with my hands."

"Exactly. I just came back from * city. I wanted to go home directly. The driver said that I would pass by your neighborhood later." The old man said calmly, "Then I'll stop by to see if you're not cooking dinner. Well, speaking of it, I don’t seem to have tasted your craft.”

"Ah?" Han Shaoyun froze when stirring the egg liquid.

"Ah what, I'll be there soon, which apartment do you live in?"

"It's not grandpa. You came here too suddenly. You should at least tell me in advance."

"You're quite big now, I have to greet you in advance when I go to your place, return your grandson to my grandson!"

"... "

"Be there in five minutes."

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