i only like your face

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Han Shaoyun pulled open the balcony curtains and put on a gesture of reckoning, but he didn't see Mo Ming's figure.

Nobody on the balcony.

The evening breeze poured in from the half-open French windows and doors, gently flapping the beige curtains.

Han Shaoyun couldn't help frowning... If he didn't hide here, then the conversation he had with the old man just now didn't help.

Han Shaoying tightly closed the windows and doors connecting to the balcony, turned around and looked for other rooms, study room, guest room, bathroom storage room...

Seeing the two large suitcases leaning against the corner of the storage room, Han Shaoying subconsciously glanced more, but didn't think much about it.

In the bedroom, Han Shaoyun heard a muffled sound coming from the cloakroom.

His and Mo Ming's cloakrooms are separate, and the sound came from Han Shaoying's cloakroom.

Han Shaoyong gently opened the door and walked in quietly. In front of a log-colored cabinet door that was emitting crackling and chewing sounds, he chuckled lightly, stretched out his hand and slammed the cabinet door aside.

Mo Ming, who was crouching in the closet with his knees bent, holding a bowl of cherries, was taken aback. He swallowed the fruit in his mouth forcefully, and asked cautiously, "Is your grandpa gone?"

Han Shaoying stared at the people in the closet expressionlessly: "Let's go."

Mo Ming breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good..."

"Is it comfortable to hide here?"

Mo Ming looked at the dark cloud-like face in front of him, shrunk his neck, shook his head, and whispered, "It's uncomfortable, my waist, my waist still hurts."

"I think you're quite comfortable. Why don't you give me a seat and I'll squeeze in to accompany you?"

"No, no need, don't be angry, Brother Yun, I'll come out right away."

Mo Ming quickly came out of the closet with a bowl in his hand, stood barefoot in front of Han Shaoyong, raised his eyes carefully to observe Han Shaoyong's face, saw that he seemed very angry, and his guilty voice became lower and lower: "I'm sorry, Brother Long ,I was wrong."

"You come out with me."

After Han Shaoyong finished speaking in a deep voice, he turned around and left. At the end of the day, he realized his mistake and admitted his mistake, and followed Han Shaoyong silently with his head down.

In the living room, Han Shaoyun sat down on the sofa, pointed to the open space in front of the coffee table, and just asked Mo Ming to stand over and listen to his lecture, but when he looked down, he saw Mo Ming's feet on the floor, without socks, with snow-white toes His head curled up from the cold floor.

Han Shaoyu held back his chest in a smoldering rage: "Go and put on your shoes!"

Mo Ming turned his head and ran to put on the cotton slippers, and then obediently stood in front of Han Shaoying as he requested, with both hands digging at the hem of his pajamas, the corners of his mouth pursed, and his eyelids drooping slightly, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Han Shaoyun couldn't stand Mo Ming's expression the most, as if if he said one more word, it would be his fault.

But Mo Ming's pitiful look just caught him, Han Shaoyong, and he circled eighteen turns of the mountain road full of anger in his chest, and he couldn't bear to let it out, almost making Han Shaoyong reflect on himself.

Han Shaoyun seriously suspected that the guy in front of him was trying to PUA himself.

"Why are you wronged?" Han Shaoying took a deep breath and said coldly, "Look up and look at me."

Mo Ming raised his head slowly, his lips were pursed tightly, and his bright eyes flickered faintly.

"Why are you hiding when my grandpa comes? Didn't I tell you to wait in the room? What do you mean by shrinking in that closet?"

"I'm nervous." Mo Ming whispered, "But I know I'm wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"The mistake is that I shouldn't listen to Brother Rong." After a pause, Mo Ming said, "I will definitely listen to Brother Rong in the future."

"You said the same thing last time, and it's still the same now."

Mo Ming stepped forward, stretched out his hand to hug Han Shaoying's arm and sat aside, and said earnestly, "I won't do it anymore, really..."

"If you do this again, I really don't want you anymore." Han Shaoyun said intentionally.

He felt that he had indulged Mo Ming too much in the past few years, especially in the days after he returned to Chuanhai. The beloved Mo Ming didn't feel any sense of crisis by his side, and he dared to give him the most important moment at the critical moment just now. off the chain.

The days to come are still long, and he has to get him right as soon as possible.

Mo Ming rested his chin lightly on Han Shaoying's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "I will definitely not make Brother Rong angry in the future, okay..."

Han Shaoyun closed his eyes, his mouth was silent, and his face was cold.

Mo Ming leaned over, kissed Han Shaorong's face, and said softly, "Brother Rong, don't be angry with me, okay?"

Han Shaoyun raised his arm to push Mo Ming away intentionally, his body turned slightly to the other side, and he kept a cold face and did not speak.

Mo Ming frowned, got up and sat down on the left side of Han Shaoyong, continued to hug Han Shaoyong intimately, and kissed Han Shaoyong as if comforting, his voice humming weakly like a kitten: "I really know I was wrong, really..."

Only then did Han Shaoyun raise his eyelids and look at the disturbed person next to him, and raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

Mo Ming nodded vigorously, and raised a hand: "I swear, next time I want to make Brother Rong angry again, I'll just... just..."

"Just what?"

Mo Ming whispered, "Just... haven't thought about it yet."

"I'll think about it for you, if you do this again, I'll throw you out of here." Han Shaoying's expression finally recovered, and he pinched Mo Ming's face with a narrow smile, "Do you hear me clearly?"

Mo Ming looked at Han Shaoyong, his gaze slowly lowered, he hugged Han Shaoyong's arm tightly, and said in a low voice: "I still...don't want to leave, Brother Rong, don't throw me away."

The smile in Han Shaoying's eyes deepened: "Are you scared?"

Mo Ming's face was sullen, lost and sad, and finally nodded slightly.

Han Shaoyun stopped talking nonsense, pressed him on the sofa, kissed and gnawed.

He lost his temper a long time ago, but being coaxed by Mo Ming unilaterally like this, he felt extremely satisfied in his heart.

He clearly felt that Mo Ming was afraid that he would be angry, and also afraid of losing him...

He now feels that Mo Ming is like a kitten with the back of his neck pinched by him, he is tightly controlled by Han Shaoying from the inside to the outside, and this absolute control also gives him a sense of security that he has never had before. .

He never liked to hear Zhao Cheng beeping his love talk in front of him, but now he thought of a sentence Zhao Cheng said, which made sense.

As long as you hold the initiative of a relationship in your hands, you can determine the development direction and even the outcome of the entire relationship.

He felt that he could become a teacher with Mo Ming...

Mo Ming was confused by the kiss, but Han Shaoyong, although excited, knew in his heart that Mo Ming's body hadn't recovered.

It's just that kissing so eagerly, it's hard to stop for a while, my heart is full of energy, even if I hold back, I want to let the little guy under me feel good.

...

Mo Ming's whole body tensed up suddenly, and he grabbed the pillow and covered his face forcefully, suppressing the voice that leaked from between his lips.

When Han Shaoyun raised his head and stretched out his hand to take away the pillow, he realized that Mo Ming's eyes were wet, glowing with rosy water, his face was flushed at the moment, and he was panting for breath.

Han Shaoyong chuckled, leaning over maliciously to kiss Mo Ming, Mo Ming was so frightened that he quickly covered his face with a pillow again.

"Go and rinse your mouth, hurry up." Mo Mingxu ordered in a voice.

Han Shaoyu was in a good mood, pinched Mo Ming's waist lightly, turned and left the sofa to go to the bathroom.

Mo Ming hurriedly got up and put on his pants, his ears were red as if they were about to bleed, and when Han Shaoyun came out of the bathroom, he turned his face away and ignored him.

Han Shaolong was not angry either, he turned around contentedly and went to the kitchen to serve the dishes. When he came out, he saw Mo Ming squatting in front of the few gift boxes by the wall, looking at them curiously.

"My grandfather just dropped by and brought it over, and it was given to him by someone else, who said it was some tonic." Han Shaoying smiled at Mo Ming, "It's just for your body."

Mo Ming's eyes lit up, and he asked cautiously: "If it's delicious, can I eat more?"

Han Shaoyun chuckled: "It's all yours. The old man doesn't look down on these processed products every day. Every recycled one is put in the warehouse. If you like it, I'll ask Ade to send some over tomorrow."

Mo Ming heard the words, picked up those few gift boxes to the sofa, and opened them one by one to have a look.

The two boxes are pastries from Children's Ranch. The production date is still this morning. I took a small bite at the end of the day. It was soft, sweet and delicious.

There are also two small wooden boxes embedded in a box, in which are placed two large plump black and white truffles, with a little soil on them, and a flat black square box, inlaid with eight small truffles filled with brown liquid. The glass jar, according to the description on the box, seems to be some extremely precious medicinal ingredients boiled into a soup. Mo Ming unscrewed a jar and took a sip. I thought it would be a bit bitter. The fragrance of tea is delicious.

Han Shaoyun put the dishes on the table, walked to the sofa, looked at Mo Ming licking his lips as if he was very satisfied, and couldn't help laughing, "I like it so much, why don't I take you to my warehouse another day as a pick for you?" Blind box, take it as you please."

Mo Ming shook his head, and said seriously: "You belong to your grandfather."

Han Shaoyun sat down on the sofa, took out a small soup can from the gift box, unscrewed the lid and handed it to Mo Ming, and smiled meaningfully: "If I tell the old man that we are in a relationship, the old man can directly put the warehouse Move it here and give it to you, believe it or not?"

"But Brother Yun and I will never fall in love..."

Mo Ming smiled softly and said, he stretched out his hand to take the small soup pot handed over by Han Shaoyun, put it to his mouth, took a sip, licked his lips and gulped down the whole pot.

It's so delicious, it warms my stomach.

Mo Ming still wanted to drink another can, and when he pursed his lips and was about to take it out of the gift box again, the outstretched hand was suddenly grabbed by the person opposite.

Mo Ming was stunned for a moment, raised his head and looked at Han Shaoyong for no apparent reason, only to find that Han Shaoyong had put away his smiling face at some point, and was frowning tightly, looking at himself with a troubled expression.

"Why, what's the matter?" Mo Ming felt a little guilty after being stared at by Han Shaoyong, and asked cautiously, "Is there no drink?"

Han Shaoying seemed to be suppressing something, his face was very ugly, he hesitated to speak, finally let go of his hand, got up and left the sofa, and his voice could not hear any emotion: "Stop drinking, come and eat."

Feeling that the atmosphere was not quite right, Mo Ming got up obediently and went to the dining table.

"It's delicious." Mo Ming chewed on a mushroom, and flattered him without hesitation, "It's really delicious, better than anything I've ever made before. Brother Xun's skills have improved a lot."

"I didn't do it." Han Shaoying's eyes darkened, "The old man's bodyguard did it just now."

"..."

After flattering and slapping the horse's hooves, Mo Ming stopped talking completely, and lowered his head to silently pick up the rice.

Han Shaoyun stared at the person who was eating Zhengxiang across the table, his expression became more and more ugly.

What did this guy mean by that sentence just now?

Could it be that his heightened sense of crisis has made this guy afraid to think about himself?

The author has something to say:

I just like writing about the interaction between Gong Shou and Gong Shou so much, I can’t stop once I write it, let’s go to the plot in the next chapter~

ps: Gao Chen is not a bad person, his diction is not pitiful

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