i only like your face

Han Shaoyun returned to the apartment in a hurry, only to see Mo Ming squatting alone on the sofa in the living room, with blood on his hands and nose.

A few drops of blood fell on the chest of the pajamas, and the smearing on the snow-white silk was shocking. Han Shaolong took a deep breath and felt his heart tremble. : "Why is there a sudden nosebleed?"

Mo Ming whispered: "Because Brother Yun attacked me..."

"... "

In the previous "lesson", he didn't say a bad word to this guy at all. His attitude was a bit cold, but his tone was not at all "fierce".

Besides, is there a causal relationship between the nosebleed and this?

"Go change your clothes, I'll take you to the hospital." He didn't bother to talk nonsense, seeing the pile of blood-wiping paper on the table made his heart tighten.

"It's okay, the bleeding has stopped." Mo Ming smiled obediently at Han Shaoyu again, "Because Brother Rong is back, he's already healed."

"..."

Mo Ming stretched out his arms to hug Han Shaoyong who was standing in front of him. He sat on the sofa with his face buried in Han Shaoyong's belly: "Brother Yun, don't be angry with me..."

Looking at the head held under him, Han Shaoyun raised his head and took a deep breath.

"Get dressed and go to the hospital."

"It's really not necessary, brother Xing, I..."

"obedient."

Mo Ming raised his small face, looked at the serious and handsome face on top, pursed his lips, and gently opened the person in his arms, got up and obediently went to the bedroom to get dressed.

In the car, the driver concentrated on the steering wheel.

In the back seat, Mo Ming hugged Han Shaorong's arm, his chin lightly rested on Han Shaorong's shoulder, and looked at Han Shaorong softly, while Han Shaorong turned his head and looked out the car window expressionlessly, the corners of his mouth were silent, and his stern face A hard line.

Mo Ming leaned closer to Han Shaorong again, his soft lips almost touched Han Shaorong's sharp jawline, and whispered, "Don't Brother Rong look at me?"

Han Shaolong still didn't respond.

Mo Ming closed his eyelashes in frustration, leaned his head on Han Shaoying's shoulder, and stopped talking.

Only then did Han Shaoyun calmly turn his head and look at the person on his shoulder. The corner of the little thing's mouth was pursed, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed in the middle, as if he was aggrieved.

At night, there are not many items that the hospital can do.

After a limited test, the doctor asked again carefully, and it was barely possible to judge that the nosebleed was due to excessive tonic.

Han Shaoyun suddenly remembered the bowl of soup that he gave Mo Ming in the morning. He didn't know how to make the supplements sent from home, so he just wanted to nourish Mo Ming's body, so he simply stewed those messy things into a bowl of soup .

Could it be his fault?

When he came out of the hospital, Han Shaoying acted like a serious patriarch, and ordered with a deadpan expression: "Come back tomorrow morning to complete the tests, and tell me if there is no problem."

Han Shaoyu spoke coldly, and he didn't intend to wait for two steps. Mo Ming couldn't speed up his pace to keep up. When he wanted to hold Han Shaoyu's hand hanging by his side, Han Shaoyu raised his hand to avoid it, and took even bigger steps.

Mo Ming simply stretched out his hand and grabbed the hem of Han Shaoyong's clothes, followed Han Shaoyong every step with a sullen head.

Han Shaoyun slammed on the brakes, and Mo Ming bumped into it directly. He rubbed his forehead, raised his head to meet Han Shaoying's gloomy gaze, and quickly pursed his lips and lowered his head.

"Do you think that if I send you to the hospital, what happened tonight will be over." Han Shaoying said in a deep voice with a straight face, "You haven't reflected on what you did wrong until now?"

Mo Ming was silent for a few seconds: "Is it because I didn't give Brother Yong any face?"

Han Shaolong was stunned.

He didn't think of these at all... Those second generation ancestors have a fart face.

"No." Han Shaoyun said.

Only then did Mo Ming slowly raise his head, frowned and thought for a few seconds, and then said, "I, shouldn't have talked to Mr. Wen like that... I will pay attention to it in the future."

"Is there only someone else in your eyes?"

"...Ah?" Mo Ming was at a loss, "No, isn't it because of this?"

The cold wind blows from all sides.

Han Shaoyun looked at the thin clothes on Mo Ming's body, hesitated to speak, turned and walked towards the car.

Mo Ming hurriedly followed.

This time, Han Shaoyu sat directly in the passenger seat, leaving Mo Ming alone in the back seat.

When the car started, Mo Ming poked his head out from between the driver's seat and wanted to get close to Han Shaoyong who was sitting in the passenger seat. Han Shaoyong pressed his head angrily, and said angrily, "Don't die, sit down."

Mo Ming was really honest now, sat obediently in the back seat, took a deep look at the man in the co-driver, lowered his head, stared at the toes in a daze... If the energy consumed to maintain this relationship is already greater than that of the relationship What is the point of continuing to be together?

This man has been so kind to me these past few years, if it really bothers him, I'm really sorry.

Mo Ming raised his head, relaxed his body slightly, and was about to open his mouth to say something, when Han Shaorong's cell phone rang suddenly.

Mo Ming silently shut her mouth...

When Han Shaoyun answered the phone, it was Zhao Cheng who called.

Zhao Cheng gained a lot tonight. Although he, Han Shaoying, withdrew temporarily, he still brought a table of people to his shop after the wine game. The second generation ancestor almost always recharged the card in his store generously, and it was not in vain for him to take the trouble to organize this dinner.

At this moment, the nightlife has just started, and a group of people are still drinking in his shop.

However, Zhao Cheng told Han Shaoyong that Wenci also went back directly after the banquet in Zuijulou, and did not go to his shop with everyone to continue entertaining.

"You suddenly lost your temper and left tonight. It took me a lot of effort to ease the situation...Speaking of which, do you want to call Wenci? I don't care how you feel about him now. At least we are still friends. , otherwise it will be embarrassing when we meet next time."

"I'll figure it out myself."

"Then when Brother Qin and the others come back, shall we still call Shang Wenci to get together? It's just us, not even that idiot Xiao Yang."

"No need, talk about it later."

"Old Han..." Zhao Cheng was silent for a few seconds before asking again, "Are you really still with Xiao Moming now?"

"I told you very clearly in the restaurant, don't give me blind ideas in the future, I'm sober, I don't need it."

"Then I'll treat you as enlightened. To be honest, men should be like this. I despise dog licking the most."

"..."

"Speaking of which, Xiao Moming should be angry tonight, oh yes, you said he wouldn't be angry with you." Zhao Cheng said with a smile, "Then he should be secretly sad these days, he didn't cry with you ?"

Han Shaoyun frowned, and quietly glanced at Mo Ming in the rear seat through the rearview mirror... The little thing was lowering his head to pick his fingers, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"What is he to be sad about?"

"Old Han, you really do, think about it, Xiao Moming loves you so much, but tonight I ran into you having dinner with your former sweetheart, what kind of mood do you think he was treated as a lover by you, I guess he didn't have the courage to question him What are you, don't you just hold back your sadness in your heart?"

"..."

"And you didn't see Xiao Moming standing in front of Wenci tonight. My God, I've never seen Xiao Moming like that. Seeing a rival in love, the whole person is on edge."

"...!!"

These words were enlightening, and Han Shaoying felt the depression that had been clogged in his chest for half the night disappeared in an instant!

No wonder, no wonder!

He didn't expect such a simple answer. No wonder Mo Ming was so indifferent to him at that time... He may have been heartbroken that night, but he didn't complain in front of him. He didn't do anything wrong at all, he just ate it sourly It's just vinegar.

Han Shaoying's complexion suddenly became extremely complicated, and he looked at Mo Ming in the rearview mirror again... he was looking out the window, his expression was gloomy and lost.

He was actually angry at him, and even said the word "break up".

"Hey Lao Han, are you listening to me?"

"Zhao Cheng." Han Shaoyong sighed solemnly, "Your mouth is really useful."

"what?"

Han Shaoyun didn't chat with Zhao Cheng for too long, and soon hung up the phone.

Mo Ming in the back seat was about to say something, but Han Shaoyun stepped forward and said to him: "You don't need to say anything, I know everything."

Mo Ming: "..."

"To tell you the truth, tonight I'm mainly angry at you for playing with your phone when you go to bed, and you don't even call me to say hello." Han Shaoying said.

Mo Ming opened his mouth, took a long time to recover, and explained in a low voice: "I thought Brother Rong fell asleep..."

"Well, since this matter is justifiable, I don't bother to argue with you." Han Shaoyun said, "Just pay attention next time."

Mo Ming couldn't believe it, and carefully looked at the corners of Han Shaoyong's lips that seemed to be rising, "Aren't you angry with me?"

"Then you learned your lesson?"

Mo Ming nodded quickly.

"Then this matter will be changed."

Back at the apartment, just as the door was closed, Mo Ming turned around and hugged Han Shaoying's waist.

With a head on the bottom of his neck, Han Shaoyun had to tilt his chin slightly. With his hands in his trousers pockets, he stood there calmly and let Mo Ming hug him, and said with a smile: "Why, I was scared tonight. ?”

Mo Ming raised his face slightly, his dark eyes were bright and touching, he didn't answer Han Shaoying's question directly, but said softly, "Brother Rong, I want to kiss you..."

Han Shaoyu's Adam's apple slipped, and with a chuckle, he walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, beckoning to Mo Ming: "Come on, come to Brother Rong."

Mo Ming trots over obediently.

Han Shaoyun leaned lazily on the sofa, and patted his thigh: "Come up, kiss as you like, as much as you want."

Mo Ming's beautiful eyes were full of smiles, he knelt directly on the sofa, and sat down facing Han Shaoying with his legs apart, so that his body was still a bit taller than Han Shaoying.

Han Shaolong never expected Mo Ming to be like this at all... He was just prepared for Mo Ming to sit sideways in his arms obediently.

Han Shaoyong leaned back on the sofa, looked at the face above that was against the light, but was still extremely handsome, his breath was slightly suffocated, and his hands were lightly clasped on Mo Ming's waist.

Mo Ming carefully looked at this face that was close at hand under the light, and his cold and slender fingertips caressed from the deep eyebrows to the sharp jawline. It was just the deep affection in his eyes that made people feel distressed. Laughing: "I dare you to belong to the Appearance Association, the essence is that you have taken a fancy to my face, right?"

Mo Ming didn't speak, but just stared at this face gently. From such a commanding angle, he could see it more clearly than any other moment... He still didn't understand why it was so similar.

If I miss this man, I'm afraid I won't be able to find someone more like this in the future...

Han Shaoyun was almost heated up by Mo Ming's silent and long gaze, and he patted Mo Ming's waist: "Didn't you say you want to kiss, kiss quickly, it's all yours, kiss whatever you want."

Mo Ming closed his eyes and bowed his head, his forehead, eyebrows, and the end of his eyes... inch by inch, as if he was touching his lips gently to the extreme.

He knows that the next day may be the last day he will be with this man. In fact, he doesn't have any regrets, he just... wants to feel it hard.

Sobriety and intoxication are only one step away, but the feeling is very different. In fact, he is really satisfied with these three years.

He is sincerely grateful to Han Shaoyong, sincerely...

"I bought some clothes for Brother Rong before, but I haven't tried them on." Mo Ming raised his head, "Brother Rong, do you want to try it now?"

"Did you buy me clothes?" Han Shaoyun narrowed his eyes slightly, "You want to take everything from me."

Mo Ming cautiously solicited: "Is it okay, Brother Long, I want...to see what you wear."

"Okay, just try."

A pure black turtleneck sweater, with a khaki long windbreaker jacket on top. The last size of the dress was bought according to Han Shaoyu, so Han Shaoyu was wearing it just right.

Under the light, the tall and handsome man changed from his previous dashing and uninhibited manner, adding a bit of elegant and intellectual temperament, and even his sharp face seemed warm and reserved.

Mo Ming couldn't move his eyes away, staring blankly at the familiar figure in front of him, he clasped his hands tightly to his chest, his eyes were shocked.

Han Shaoyun doesn't like wearing high collars very much, and the neck feels uncomfortable. He raised his hand and grabbed the collar and pulled it out. The next second, he noticed Mo Ming in front of him, and his eyes almost collapsed on him like mountains and seas.

He froze for a moment, then involuntarily let go of his hand.

Han Shaoyun looked down at the clothes, then looked up at Mo Ming, and couldn't help frowning: "So pretty?"

Mo Ming nodded, his eyes were slightly moist, but he still smiled: "It looks good, Brother Yun looks the best in this suit."

Satisfied by the praise, Han Shaoyun turned around and sat down on the sofa again. Before he could speak, Mo Ming had already sat up, in the same posture as before.

"So enthusiastic." Han Shaoyun said with a smile, "Then tonight..."

"Brother Yun, don't talk." Mo Ming held his face, kissed him and interrupted him, as if coaxing and whispered, "Don't make any noise tonight, okay, not at all."

"then you…"

"I move."

Han Shaoying choked for breath, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Okay."

……

Han Shaoying barely took off his upper body clothes, he leaned on the sofa and enjoyed the ultimate pleasure that he hadn't experienced in the past three years.

After the end, Mo Ming was exhausted, and when Han Shaoyong hugged him to the bed and coaxed him to continue, he was wrapped in the quilt and refused, and finally nosebleeds came down suddenly, and Han Shaoyong was so scared that he fainted on the spot.

After stopping the bleeding, he took the person to the bathroom to wash himself off. Han Shaoyun said angrily, "Let you drink those tonics from soup cans as water."

Mo Ming was tired and sleepy, and stuck to Han Shaoyong's arms, retorting in a low voice: "Those are delicious..."

Han Shaoyu recalled the concentrated bowl of tonic soup he made in the morning, and sighed deeply: "Forget it, control your intake in the future."

The night fell silent.

The person in his arms was sleeping soundly, while Han Shaoyun was still reminiscing about the passion he had on the sofa earlier, that kind of fate really killed him.

Mo Ming's anomaly tonight also shows that the appearance of diction has indeed brought him an unprecedented sense of crisis, especially when he said something similar to breaking up with him tonight.

She tried her best to please her, but she wanted to stay by her side.

But although he enjoyed Mo Ming's enthusiasm for him because of this uneasiness, but seeing the little guy trying so hard to please him, he also felt an indescribable distress.

If he is constantly in this sense of urgency that he is afraid of being abandoned by himself, life will not be easy.

"Little boy..." Han Shaoyong gently called the person in his arms, and now he was relaxed all over, and he regarded the little guy in his arms as a treasure.

Mo Ming muttered, like whispering in a dream,

"Today is Zhao Cheng's team. Let's clean up Wenci with my old friends." Han Shaoying lowered his head, pinched Mo Ming's face lightly, and watched him open his eyes in a state of distress, "We all played together back then, just ordinary friends." just a party."

Mo Ming gave a soft "hmm", and was about to lower his head and bury his face back in Han Shaoyong's chest, when Han Shaoyong pinched his white pointed chin and raised his face.

"Are you angry that I didn't rescue you in the restaurant?" Han Shaoyun asked seriously.

In fact, he didn't know what happened at the time, and Zhao Cheng and Zhao Cheng rushed to the scene from the small terrace. On the scene, it seemed that Wen Ci and Mo Ming were "tit for tat". In such a scene, no one would feel that Mo Ming was being bullied.

Of course, he also went back to the box later, guessing from the conversations of those few people, it was indeed Shen Xixi and the siblings who were bullying others.

Mo Ming looked at Han Shaoying, with a sleepy smile that was extraordinarily gentle: "I've never been angry with Brother Rong..."

"Really?"

"Well, I'm very content with Brother Yun. If I'm angry, I don't know what's good and what's wrong."

"... "

Han Shaoying's expression was complicated.

He didn't expect that this love had already made Mo Ming so humble in front of him, he couldn't imagine what Mo Ming would be like in despair when the day they really parted.

For three years, he had just casually become Mo Ming's everything.

early morning…

Outside the window, the light rain fell intermittently.

Han Shaoyu was in a good mood, standing in front of the bathroom mirror humming a tune to shave his beard, the buzzing sound of the electric shaver lingered in his ears, which did not affect his appreciation of his face in the mirror at all.

He really doesn't pay much attention to his face in daily life, and every time he just cleans up a little before important social gatherings... But Mo Ming seems to have a special liking for his face, and he has to kiss it every time he makes out. The whole night is even more inseparable from the kiss, it seems that he prefers to kiss his face to convey a kind of burning affection than making love itself. Anyway, Mo Ming is so beautiful, her eyesight is definitely not bad.

His face is inherited from his mother, but his grandfather once said that his face is actually more like his mother's brother, that is, the uncle who died in the same accident as his parents, especially when he is an adult. But Han Shaoyun didn't think so, he had heard from his grandfather that his uncle was very romantic back then, and it was said that after he passed away, his grandfather still hoped that his uncle would leave some illegitimate children outside.

But his face is not romantic at all, it still looks like his mother, who is a peerless beauty and loves him very much.

In the morning, Han Shaoyong didn't go to the company, and took Mo Ming to the hospital for a physical examination, and did a detailed examination on the cause of the nosebleed.

The conclusion is still that the supplement is too much.

In the corridor of the hospital, with one hand in his pocket and the test report rolled up in the other, Han Shaoyong tapped Mo Ming on the shoulder and told him to stop drinking the ginseng soup and medicine pots in the remaining half of the room at home, or drink them for a day. drink a can.

Mo Ming tried to explain: "It's delicious, and it's okay to have a nosebleed once in a while."

"Any more nosebleeds, all will be confiscated, and no snacks will be eaten."

Mo Ming frowned, and after a while he said in a low voice, "Brother Yun can't be so domineering."

Han Shaoyu let out a snort, "The protest is invalid."

Back at the apartment, Han Shaoyun simply found out the key to the room where the tonic and snacks were kept.

Holding the key in his hand, Han Shaoyun said to Mo Ming: "Go and get today's portion, one can, I've locked the door."

Mo Ming entered the door, directly picked up a vermilion packing box half a person's height, turned around and walked out sullenly, Han Shaoyun stretched out his hand to grab the box in his hand, and Mo Ming slipped away quickly.

Han Shaoyong went directly to the bedroom, Mo Ming put the box on his chest like a pillow, Han Shaoyong rolled up his sleeves to grab it, the two of them had two rounds on the bed, Han Shaoyong grabbed Mo Ming and put his hands on top of his head, suppressing it with an absolute posture with him.

"It's just you, a three-legged cat, who still fights with me, huh?" Han Shaoyun chuckled, "I can pick several of you like this ten years ago."

Unconvinced, Mo Ming turned his head to look elsewhere: "Whoever relies on brute force now relies on brains."

"You're still not convinced." Han Shaoyong bowed his head, kissed the corner of Mo Ming's mouth, and said with a smile, "Look at your stupid appearance, you have the nerve to say such things to me, do you have the brains?"

Mo Ming couldn't break free from the strength in Han Shaoying's hand, so he simply didn't move: "Brother Rong bullied me..."

"Are you accusing or requesting? If it is a request, I will take off my pants now."

"Brother Rong, you are shameless."

"... "

In the afternoon, the rain stopped.

Han Shaoyu went to the company, and was going to participate in a charity auction in Linshi at night, so he didn't come back at night.

When I woke up from my lunch break at the end of the day, my phone received a photo of the puppy from the owner of the pet shop last night.

Xiaohan was washed clean, and the wound on his body was bandaged. The proprietress told Mo Ming that this was a little golden retriever.

At the end of the day, he zoomed in on that photo... Well, it's still ugly, with a listless head, not as energetic as when he picked it up last night.

The pet shop is just outside the community, so Mo Ming simply went there.

As soon as Xiaohan in the cage saw Mo Ming, he broke out in joy, stretched his whole body and howled at Mo Ming, his tail frantically wagging.

"This little boy is like this to Mo Ming and you alone." The proprietress said with a smile, "When my girlfriend hugged him to take a bath, he collapsed into a piece of dog cake, without any energy."

"..." Mo Ming looked surprised, "You, if you recognize me?"

He had obviously been wearing a mask since last night.

"I recognized it last night. I saw you when you came out to buy breakfast several times before. I also recognized your eyes when you were wearing a mask." The boss was filling the bowl of a schnauzer in the cage. Dog food, without looking back, said, "My girlfriend used to chase that costume drama you acted in the store, and I also watched it. Let me tell you, my eyes are poisonous. A big girl like you Celebrities, as long as I have seen them, no matter how tightly they are wrapped, I can tell at a glance, there are many celebrities living in our neighborhood, and I have seen quite a few of them besides you."

The proprietress acted like she was used to it.

Speaking of this, Mo Ming gently tore off the mask and smiled slightly: "I'm not a big star."

The proprietress turned around and looked at Mo Ming: "He's a pretty handsome guy, he's much more handsome than he looks on TV. He's not now, and he will definitely be in the future."

"Thank you for your kind words."

"But I know that a real superstar has moved into our neighborhood." The proprietress said, "I bought dog food in my store last time, wearing a hat, mask and scarf, but I recognized it at a glance, it was Gao Chen."

Mo Ming was standing in front of the cage poking Xiaohan's nose, when he heard this, he turned to look at the proprietress: "Gao Chen?"

"Yeah, that's the singer."