i only like your face

Han Shaoyun couldn't help Mo Ming like this, and couldn't tell whether he was doing it on purpose or not, like a restless kitten, always poking him with the tip of its soft tail.

But he is also a good-for-nothing, so he is quite reluctant to use this trick.

Mo Ming was pressed against the door, his waist was held up arbitrarily, and his lips were painfully kissed by the man in front of him.

"First... stop for a moment."

Finally holding the head in front of him, Mo Ming gasped and said, "Brother Yun, didn't you socialize tonight?"

Han Shaohong's eyes could hardly be separated from Mo Ming's bright red lips: "No, but I'll be free for these two days."

"Then you haven't had dinner yet." Mo Ming said softly, "I'll go to the kitchen to make some."

"No, go out to eat." Han Shaoyong took out his hand from the hem of Mo Ming's clothes, "It's rare that I have time to accompany you."

Mo Ming nodded with a smile: "Brother Long, wait for me, I'll take a shower, I'm sweating today."

"Go ahead, don't rush."

Mo Ming took his clothes and went to the bathroom, and Han Shaoyun went to the cloakroom to change into dark casual clothes.

Walking past the bed, Han Shaoyun suddenly noticed the small black and gold gift box on the lamp cabinet, which was his gift to Mo Ming this morning.

The outer packaging of the small gift box is intact, and it has not been opened...

Is... don't you like it?

Han Shaoyun thought that after he left this morning, Mo Ming would eagerly take it apart to have a look.

Han Shaoyun suddenly remembered that in the past, he always brought some gadgets back to Mo Ming from time to time, such as pendant rings, watches, bracelets, etc. Although they were bought casually, they were never cheap, but Mo Ming never seemed to be with him. I have worn it before.

Even when I received the gift, I looked very happy.

Han Shaoyun seldom thinks about Mo Ming's thoughts. Mo Ming is a simple and well-behaved person, and his thoughts are written on his face, so he doesn't need to guess specially.

Thinking about it briefly, there doesn't seem to be any complicated reason for this. After Mo Ming has been by his side for three years, he is no longer planning for these external things.

He has already seen this kind of thing...

In fact, it's not a good thing to be truly in love with a little lover who I raised with money. Any transaction with clear money and deeds will easily cause a lot of trouble if emotions are involved.

However, in the past few years, he has unexpectedly enjoyed this kind of life, and has no intention of abandoning this relationship for the time being, so he feels that it doesn't matter.

Han Shaolong quickly opened the gift box, and took out the multi-treasure coral bracelet from inside.

Precious beads of various materials are strung together, and the color sense under the light is rich and harmonious, very delicate.

When I bought it, I just thought it was beautiful, and the beautiful things matched his beautiful little love, Han Shaoying, just right.

After Mo Ming took a shower and was blowing his hair, Han Shaolong walked in and put the multi-treasure bracelet on Mo Ming's thin wrist. The smooth and translucent luster of the beads reflected on the fair skin, making the round wrist bones All lined with extra sexy.

Mo Ming was still holding a hair dryer in his other hand, his half-dry short hair was messy, and a few strands of hair on his forehead covered his eyes, and he looked blankly.

Han Shaoyun couldn't help but put his arms around Mo Ming's waist again, lowered his head and buried his face in Mo Ming's hot neck and sniffed.

"Fragrant." Han Shaoyong rubbed his hands vigorously, "It's really fragrant..."

Mo Ming felt itchy, and giggled lowly: "They all use the same body wash, and I smell the same as brother Xing."

Han Shaoyun's heart was numb and he was very satisfied: "Don't be like me, if you dare to taste other things, do you think I can still want you?"

Seeing that Han Shaoyong was in a good mood at the moment, Mo Ming leaned into his arms.

"Brother Rong, next Wednesday is my birthday..." Mo Ming slightly raised his face, and said softly, "Can you accompany me?"

Mo Ming seldom has any demands on Han Shaoyong, that is, he always wants Han Shaoyong to accompany him on his birthday every year, but he won't stalk him. Basically, if Han Shaoyong doesn't respond, he won't ask again.

"We'll see when the time comes." Han Shaoyong pinched Mo Ming's face, "If you're not busy, I'll accompany you."

In the past two years, Han Shaoying only accompanied him once, and that time he just came back from a business trip and stayed here overnight at Mo Ming. Mo Ming made a sumptuous dinner, and after the meal, he took him to watch the fireworks together. That day coincided with the annual Chuanhai At the Fireworks Festival, the square near the river, at eight o'clock in the evening, the bright fireworks seem to light up the entire hemisphere.

But he didn't go there at that time. He flew to Chuanhai in the evening and had to catch the earliest flight the next morning. How could he have the energy to cooperate with these empty-headed romantic rituals? Ask an assistant to send a car over as a birthday present.

But now he is considering looking for an opportunity to formally introduce Mo Ming to his friends, next Wednesday if he has time, it would be a chance.

It's not a problem to hide it anymore, after all, there will be a long time to come.

The night after autumn is very cool.

On the way to the restaurant, the car stopped at a red light at an intersection, and Mo Ming's eyes were attracted by the shopping mall not far from the car window.

On the outer wall of the shopping mall, several workers were dismantling a huge celebrity poster with a high ladder. The high-spirited male star on the poster is Sun Chao, who is currently in the whirlpool of public opinion.

The huge poster fell to the ground with a clatter, and two cleaners stepped forward, crumpled the poster into a ball, and threw it directly into a small garbage truck.

When the green light came on, Mo Ming withdrew his gaze, and the corner of his lips reflected the soft light and shadow outside the window...

The recording of the variety show will have to wait until the beginning of next month. Before that, Xi Nan wanted to arrange a few commercial activities for Mo Ming, but Mo Ming didn't think much about it, and refused as usual.

Xi Nan is Xing Ci's very courageous female agent. She is shrewd and capable, and she is best at creating traffic artists.

At the beginning of Mo Ming's signing into Xingci, Xi Nan was optimistic about Mo Ming's development from the bottom of his heart, and even had a marketing strategy in his heart when he saw Mo Ming's face, but Mo Ming didn't want to make progress, so he signed the star. After two years of resignation, he only participated in two dramas at leisure.

Xi Nan hates potential top-notch seedlings to cover up the dust the most...

office.

Relying on the heat accumulated in the previous drama, several production crews have actively offered an olive branch to Mo Ming.

Xi Nan found two high-quality scripts for Mo Ming to choose from. The start-up time was after the recording of the variety show. She hoped that Mo Ming could use the next free time to study the script and join the group directly after recording the variety show.

Xi Nan's slender fingers supported Xia Han gracefully. She looked at the little actor who had no reaction in front of her, and said earnestly, "Sun Chao has an accident, and the residual heat from your last play will mostly be left on you. This is a chance to rise up." good chance."

"I'm sorry, Sister Nan." Mo Ming said gently, "I have no intention of filming again."

Xi Nan showed a somewhat unreasonable expression: "Are you going to waste the enthusiasm given to you by the previous drama? Mo Ming, even if you come to the showbiz to experience life, you should pursue something."

"Sister Nan, you may not understand what I mean." Mo Ming smiled slightly, "You don't need to accept scripts for me anymore. After the recording of variety shows, I probably won't stay in the showbiz anymore..."

Xi Nan was stunned.

"Retire...retire from the circle? But it's only been a year since you signed with Xingci."

"I have other arrangements. I will seriously negotiate with the company when the time comes. It's just a matter of work. Sister Nan doesn't have to worry about me anymore."

"... "

Xi Nan pinched her brows, thinking that Ming probably came to the showbiz to experience life at the end of the day.

"Mo Ming, to be honest, at first I wanted to train you into a second Wenci." Xi Nan smiled a little helplessly, she leaned on the office chair, "You know Wenci, right?"

"I know." Mo Ming nodded slightly.

"Has anyone told you that? You and Wenci, um, are somewhat similar." Wenci was in Xingci back then, that is, she was an artist under Xi Nan's hands. Xi Nan was as familiar with Wenci as anyone else. He felt it the first time he saw Mo Ming.

Of course, Mo Ming is no match for Wenci. Wenci was able to rise to the top position back then. Apart from her marketing methods of Xi Nan, it was more due to the grandson of the chairman of Shengda Group and the largest shareholder behind Xingci at that time, Han Shaoyu. The continuous bombardment of S-level resources in film and television business, such admiration, directly pushed the rhetoric at that time to an unimaginable height.

However, in Xi Nan's view, although Mo Ming does not have the strong backing of the words, Mo Ming's image acting skills are not inferior to the words, and the resemblance is an excellent marketing gimmick.

Mo Ming smiled calmly: "I know."

Seeing Mo Ming's refusal to enter, Xi Nan suddenly lost the desire to continue, and sighed: "Forget it."

She can't support an artist without ambition.

After only two days of rest, successive entertainments came.

Han Shaoyun has long been used to this pace of life, and he also has his own ambitions and self-esteem in his heart.

Nothing attracts him now except his career.

At the business reception where celebrities gathered, Han Shaoying attracted countless attentions as soon as he appeared.

He is tall, with straight legs, and a tall suit with a straight body, and he can easily present a stable and deep elite style.

Han Shaoying seldom participated in this kind of reception. He was too wild in his early years, and he didn't want to be hypocritical, and he couldn't and didn't want to show the style that the old man asked for. Most of the people who represented Shengda Group for a long time were professional managers trained by Mr. Han , although it is also the focus of making friends with businessmen and celebrities from all over the world every time, but after all, it is not as good as Han Shaoying's name.

A well-dressed couple and Han Shaoyong finished warmly and left. Qin You came over and joked to Han Shaoyong: "I'll be busy in the future."

Han Shaoyun would not put on an air to his friends for many years, and said with a smile: "It's also to give the old man a few more decades of life."

Qin You chuckled: "But no matter how busy you are, you can't neglect your old acquaintances."

Han Shaoyun didn't understand Qin You's meaning, just about to ask something, when he turned around, he saw Qin You smiling and looking ahead with a special meaning.

He followed Qin You's gaze and frowned.

When Wen Zhongchong and Shen Peiling approached with a toast, they didn't act as respectful and reserved as the others. They treated Han Shaoyong as if they met their own people, and they smiled and called Han Shaoyong Xiao Han, and they were no strangers to Qin You.

At first, they had been waiting for Han Shaoying to take the initiative to greet them. In the past, Han Shaoying called them uncle and aunt, but whenever they were in public, they were always greeted and treated preferentially by Han Shaoying.

It's just that people came forward to talk to Han Shaoying one after another, and seeing that most of the time for the reception had passed, they didn't hold back their airs and continued to wait.

"I haven't seen you for a few years, Xiao Han has changed a lot." Shen Peiling smiled, "When I saw you coming in, your uncle and I almost didn't recognize him."

"I used to think Xiao Han looked like a child, but now I think he looks like Mr. Han." Wen Zhongchong smiled kindly. If he hadn't been held by his wife with one arm and wine in the other hand, he would have stepped forward to pat him. Han Shaoying lifted his shoulders to show his relief.

Wen Zhongchong and Shen Peiling were well-known art creators in their early years, and they were quite prestigious in the industry. Later, they started a business. Pure businessman.

Han Shaoying raised the wine in his hand, nodded with a smile, "Mr. Wen, Mr. Shen."

The smiles on Wen Zhongchong and Shen Peiling's faces froze, but soon returned to normal, and they smiled and asked Mr. Han Shaoying how he was.

Although Han Shaoying responded patiently, he always kept a polite distance from Wen Zhongchong and Shen Peiling during his conversation, which was not much different from his previous attitude towards other people. passionate.

In the past, Wen Chongzhong and Shen Peiling looked down on Han Shaoyun, thinking that he had no self-cultivation or high-level taste and talent. It is a well-known wealthy family. When they were not short of money and fame, they never wanted to let go of their nobility and accept Han Shaoying. They just smiled and perfunctory.

Of course, this was what they thought before they lost the help of Han Shaoying...Teaching people is always realistic. After becoming a real businessman, they realized how thick the Han family is. Go with the wind.

"Uncle's family will move back to Chuanhai next month, and we will see each other often." Wen Chongzhong said with a smile, "Wen Ci told me a few days ago that he couldn't wait to see his old friends."

Shen Peiling also laughed and said, "Yeah, speaking of which, maybe Xiao Han and Wenci haven't seen each other for a long time."

Han Shaoyun twitched the corner of his mouth, his eyes showed no emotion: "Well, it's been a long time."

Seeing that Han Shaoyong didn't intend to ask more questions, Shen Peiling said again: "Wenci has been busy with the divorce from Gao Chen recently, and he is not in a good mood. Otherwise, it would be a pity to let him come over tonight's reception. You could have seen each other earlier. of."

Hearing the word "divorce", Han Shaoying was taken aback.

Shen Peiling caught the strangeness in Han Shaoying's eyes, and said with a smile: "But it's okay, I'll go back next month, and it won't be too late for you to get together again by then."

Han Shaoyu didn't know what he was thinking, and he was a little absent-minded. Shen Peiling chatted briefly, and left gracefully with her husband on her arm.

"Wen Ci and Gao Chen are going to divorce..." Qin You was very surprised, "I can't believe it, I heard Zhao Cheng say that Wen Ci and Gao Chen have a very good relationship before."

"Shen Peiling said it herself, there should be no falsehood."

After Han Shaoyun finished speaking, he put the wine glass in his hand on the wine holder of a waiter, and walked out with a solemn expression.

"Where are you going?" Qin You asked.

"Make a call."

Shen Peiling saw Han Shaoyun who was striding out, and gently nudged her husband at the side with her elbow.

"Look, I'll just say it's still the same as before." Shen Peiling smiled lightly, "I won't be calm when I hear that we are going to divorce."

Han Shaoyong went to the corridor outside the reception hall, went to the French window at the end of the empty corridor, and called the old man.

When he heard Shen Peiling say that Wenci was going to get a divorce, the first thought that popped into his mind was that the old man really did some wicked tricks in private to force Wen Zhongchong and his wife to divorce their son...

"You promised me to bring me a grandson-in-law within a year, why would I do such immoral things." On the other end of the phone, the old man said in a deep voice.

Han Shaolong breathed a sigh of relief...

As long as the old man knows this is immoral.

"Any thoughts?" Han Shaoyong returned to the hall, and Qin You asked with a smile, "Wen Ci's divorce, Ms. Shen doesn't seem to have revealed it unintentionally."

"I don't know." Han Shaoyun said, "I don't even bother to think about it."

As for emotional matters, he has long been used to letting things take their course, thinking deliberately will only annoy him.

Han Shaoying stayed in City K for two days, and returned to Chuanhai in the evening of the third day.

The apartment was deserted and deserted, and Mo Ming hadn't come back yet.

Han Shaoyun was a little unhappy, he was still used to being able to meet Mo Ming's warm and cute little face as soon as he opened the door, and then he hugged his neck on tiptoe and kissed him.

Han Shaolong took out his mobile phone and called Mo Ming, thinking that he should contact the company again, so as not to arrange night work for Mo Ming in the future.

When they are separated in the future, he will give Mo Ming a lot of resources to compensate, so as not to delay his rise in the entertainment industry.

"Where are you?" As soon as the call was made, Han Shaolong asked, "Have you not left work yet?"

There was a lot of voices from that end, but Mo Ming's voice was as gentle as ever: "Brother Yun, I'm having dinner with my friends."

Han Shaoyun said displeasedly, "I haven't eaten yet... Forget it, where are you now?"

Mo Ming reported the name of a hot pot restaurant, and just wanted to ask Han Shaoyun if he was coming, but the phone was hung up.

"What's the matter, Mo Ming, is your friend coming over?"

Mo Ming put down his phone, and Qi Yue, who was sitting opposite him, asked him curiously.

"I don't know, he probably...wouldn't come over." Mo Ming frowned, his relationship with Han Shaoying had always been hidden, and it was just an accident to see Han Shaoying's friend at the nightclub last time.

In the past three years together, neither of them will take the initiative to intervene in each other's social circle.

"Just come here, let the waiter serve another set of cutlery."

Xia Xiaotang, who was sitting next to Qi Yue, said with a smile that she is Qi Yue's girlfriend, has a beautiful baby face, and is an actress in the same drama troupe as Qi Yue.

"Is it a friend in the circle?" Qi Yue asked.

"No, he...is in business." Mo Ming moved the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "We met by chance, so we don't have much friendship."

In less than half an hour, Han Shaoyong entered the hot pot restaurant where Mo Ming was.

The interior of the store is decorated like a retro and elegant inn. A row of hot pot tables by the window are partitioned by vermilion carved wooden windows. In order to hide, Mo Ming and his friends specially chose the table in the innermost corner.

Han Shaohong was also quick to find, he knew that Mo Ming was keeping a low profile, so he would definitely find a place to eat.

As soon as Han Shaoying appeared, Mo Ming was stunned for a long time.

He didn't expect this man to really come...

Mo Ming slowly stood up from his seat: "Brother Yong, you are here...Let me introduce to you, these are my friends, Qi Yue and Xia Xiaotang."

Qi Yue and Xia Xiaotang stood up, knowing that the man in front of them was Mo Ming's friend, so they were not too restrained, and greeted Han Shaoyun with a smile.

"Qi Yue Xiaotang, this is Brother Yun." Mo Ming said.

Han Shaoyun: "..."

This introduction is too simple.

Han Shaolong didn't think too much, so he simply greeted Qi Yue and Xia Xiaotang. He was very hungry at the moment, and the aroma of the butter hot pot made him want to eat it right away, but he was just about to sit down next to Mo Ming. Mo Ming lightly tugged on one of his arms and pulled him aside.

"Brother Rong, let's go to another place to eat later." Mo Ming said in a warm voice, "Go out and wait for me, I will tell my friend and find you."

"No, I really want to eat hot pot."

"That pot is leftover from my friends and I."

"Then change the bottom of the pot. Let them go when they are full. Let's continue."

After Han Shaoyun finished speaking, he wanted to go to the table, but his arm was held by Mo Ming.

Qi Yue and Xia Xiaotang at the table cast doubtful glances in this direction, and Mo Ming took Han Shaolong's arm and dragged him to the side where no one was around.

"I haven't been with my friends for a long time, they...they still don't know about my relationship with Brother Yong." Mo Ming looked at Han Shaoyun, "So...how about avoiding it?"

Han Shaoyu was stunned, he looked at Mo Ming's serious and sincere eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "So you don't want them to know my relationship with you."

Mo Ming nodded slightly.

Han Shaoyun almost laughed angrily: "I don't mind if you have any worries, so I tell them that I am your boyfriend, can I give you enough face?"

"No need." Mo Ming pulled Han Shaoying back, "Just say we are friends."

"... "

Han Shaoyun didn't know if he felt wrong, but Mo Ming seemed to...dislike him?

This guy likes himself so much, shouldn't he want to reveal their relationship to everyone.

Han Shaoyun stared at Mo Ming for a long time, but Mo Ming was still the same, pursing his lips, as if he was afraid that he would get angry, frowned, his eyes were full of innocence, as if he was the one who was disgusted at the moment.

"Brother Rong..." Feeling that Han Shaorong's mood was not right, Mo Ming gently tugged on Han Shaorong's cuff, "I'm sorry Brother Rong, I just don't want to cause you trouble, so..."

"Go and eat with your friends." Han Shaoyong pushed Mo Ming's hand away, "I'm too lazy to know them."

After Han Shaoyun finished speaking, he turned and left.

Having completely lost his appetite, Han Shaoyun drove back directly, with a mess of emotions in his chest, so depressed that he had a heart attack.

Recalling Mo Ming's way of deliberately pulling him to avoid his friends, Han Shaoyun suddenly felt humiliated. He just wanted to have a meal with that guy, and he didn't care whether he had friends or not.

After taking a shower and going to bed, Han Shaoying watched the time on his phone and waited for Mo Ming to come back.

He wanted to send a message to remind him, but he held back.

I can't lose my share for this little love.

I don't know how long it has passed, and before Mo Ming came back, Han Shaolong felt even more uncomfortable. When he left the hot pot, the four characters "I'm very angry" were clearly written on his face. Should be right back.

It was almost ten o'clock, and there was a sound of the door opening and closing outside the bedroom.

Han Shaoyun put down his phone and wrapped the quilt up.

Mo Ming pushed open the bedroom door first, glanced at Han Shaoyun who seemed to be sleeping soundly on the bed, and called out "Brother Rong" cautiously.

Han Shaoyun closed his eyes and ignored him.

Mo Ming took a shower, put on a thin ice silk pajamas, got into bed, and slipped directly into Han Shaohong's arms.

"Brother Rong..." Like a kitten meowing, Mo Ming hugged Han Shaorong's waist tightly, and whispered, "Are you angry?"

Han Shaolong was unmoved, but being hugged and rubbed so intimately by Mo Ming, most of the nameless anger in his heart faded away.

Mo Ming rubbed his lips against Han Shaoying's Adam's apple, and said in a low voice: "Brother Rong, I really know I was wrong, really..."

Only then did Han Shaoyun slowly open his eyes, and the head in his arms also looked up, looking at him pitifully.

"What's wrong?" Han Shaoyun asked with a straight face, restraining the hand that wanted to hug the slender waist.

"It's all wrong..." Mo Ming pursed his lips, "Why don't you punish me by brother Xing?"

"..."

When Mo Ming drew the first circle on Han Shaoying's lower abdomen with his fingers, Han Shaoying turned over and pressed on it.

The remaining smoldering anger was vented directly with actions.

Han Shaoyong pressed Mo Ming, his actions were a bit arrogant, he didn't care how Mo Ming cried, he held back his energy and wanted to teach Mo Ming a lesson.

Mo Ming burst into tears, his whole body was almost broken by Han Shaoyong, and he was still trying to kiss Han Shaoyong.

At three o'clock in the morning, Han Shaoying came out of the bathroom with Mo Ming in his arms.

Mo Ming was exhausted, but subconsciously burrowed into Han Shaoying's arms. Han Shaorong pressed Mo Ming's head with one hand, and kissed him fiercely, causing the dazed Mo Ming to turn over with a whimper.

Han Shaoyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he gave up and planned to set the alarm clock on his phone before falling asleep, but when he picked up his phone, he found that Zhao Cheng had sent him a message three hours ago.

[Zhao Cheng]: Lao Han, Wen Ci asked me for your private number, and I gave it to me.