i only like your face

He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. In the bathroom, Han Shaoying sat on the toilet with a sullen face.

This was already the only place he could find, the only place he could sit down.

After smoking half a cigarette, Han Shaotong almost calmed down. He resisted the urge to call and scold Mo Ming, because he remembered that he had indeed told Mo Ming to let him remove everything related to him in this apartment. Walk.

But he really didn't expect that that idiot would actually do it...

So Mo Ming really evacuated the place because of his words?

There's nothing left, don't you plan to come back again...

The sharp outline was blurred by the curling smoke, Han Shaotong narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly thought that Mo Ming had spent the night with him in Champagne Mountain.

...Is it because he knew that he would live in Champagne Hill with him in the future, so he "bloodbathed" the apartment without any worries?

Could it be that he deliberately did this to scare himself?

Han Shaoying tried his best to rationally analyze and review in his brain... The first time he proposed to break up, Mo Ming didn't leave the apartment, and the second time he broke up, Mo Ming packed two suitcases and moved out of the apartment.

This third time...

Obviously, it was because of the precedents of the previous two reunions that he dared to make such an advance. He could imagine that if there was a fourth time in the future, that guy might be able to demolish the house in Champagne Hill on the spot.

His originally docile and considerate little boy has been spoiled by Han Shaoyun in his bones.

After the analysis was almost done, Han Shaoying got up and threw the cigarette butt into the toilet.

Watching the circle of water sweep away the cigarette butts, Han Shaoying gritted his teeth... When Mo Ming came to get back with him, he must train the guy to reflect on himself from the depths of his soul.

It was already late at night, and the deserted apartment seemed as cold as the outside.

Obviously there is no way to stay overnight here, so we can only temporarily change to a nearby hotel.

Before leaving, Han Shaoyong turned his head to look at the empty apartment again, and a feeling of emptiness suddenly came to his chest, making him feel restless and irritable for no reason.

When this apartment was first bought, it was almost like this, and Mo Ming added a lot of it one after another, and he was already used to everything Mo Ming arranged.

but now…

The huge apartment seemed to have been washed by water, and he could no longer see the slightest trace related to Doom in it.

Everything seemed to go back to three years ago.

On the way to the hotel, Han Shaoyong looked at the neon road scene fading out of the window, his deep eyes showed a bit of confusion.

Did Mo Ming do it on purpose...

Although he had a self-righteous analysis, Han Shaolong felt in a daze that, with what he knew, he didn't have the guts to quarrel with him in such a way that almost left no room for maneuver.

It was like being suddenly cut off by Mo Ming unilaterally.

all…

Late at night, in the hotel suite.

Han Shaoyu couldn't sleep, got up and went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, took out his mobile phone and looked through the chat records with Mo Ming again.

Thinking of the previous strong demand for Mo Ming to apologize to Wen Ci, Han Shaoyun couldn't help but have complicated eyes, and it was precisely because of this that they "broke up" this time.

Being asked by someone he likes to apologize to his rival, this kind of thing seems to be extremely hurtful, no matter right or wrong. As Mo Ming's boyfriend, maybe he really should support Mo Ming unconditionally.

Is the moment at the end of the day the same as I was looking forward to...

After the anger settled overnight, all that was filtered by various conjectures was only restlessness.

The sky cleared up in the morning, but the air was colder than when it rained.

It seems to be back to the state when we broke up last time, absent-minded all day long, looking at the phone from time to time, anxiously waiting for Mo Ming's call.

However, for two days in a row, Han Shaoyong almost wiped out the chat page with Mo Ming with his thumb, and still didn't receive even a message from Mo Ming.

Obviously it has been four days...

That night, Han Shaoyun suddenly thought of sending a message to the housekeeper of Champagne Hill.

Mo Ming definitely won't go back to the apartment. If he wants to apologize to him, he can either call him or go directly to Champagne Hill to wait for him.

He took Mo Ming to the house in Champagne Hill once, and Mo Ming should be able to figure out the way.

[Han Shaoying]: If Mo Ming goes there to find me, first keep him, then send me a message and pause, then Han Shaoying adds another one.

[Han Shaoying]: Tell him that I am very angry recently, and don't say that I asked you to keep him.

At two o'clock in the morning, Han Shaoying fell into a dream in a daze.

In the dream, he seemed to be back when he met Mo Ming for the first time. In the bar with noisy voices and dim lights, Mo Ming was sitting in a conspicuous position directly in front of his line of sight. The clothes that were the same as Wenci's, and the eight-point appearance, caught Han Shaoying's attention almost instantly.

When Mo Ming looked at him with a smile, he woke up from the dream.

Han Shaoying stared sleepily at the ceiling, looking back at everything in his dream, and suddenly remembered that he never seemed to confess to Mo Ming that he used him as a literary substitute.

Although this matter is tacit, but with the current relationship, if it is not open and honest, it is easy for Mo Ming to fall into a knot.

Xiaodong's heart is soft and sensitive, especially this time he lost his temper with him because of the diction...

The sky outside the window was still cloudy, Han Shaoyun sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, picked up the cell phone that was still not moving by the pillow.

Opening the chat page with Mo Ming, Han Shaoyong's face was complicated and tangled for a moment, and he opened the input box below.

Tomorrow is his birthday, and the cold war must not continue.

It's been five days, that guy should have learned enough lessons.

After careful consideration of every word, a piece of news was revised several times, and finally a piece of content that he, Han Shaoying, felt unemotional was edited.

After the lesson of this time is over, he will find another opportunity to explain to Mo Ming that he was used as a literary substitute in the first place.

It's been three years, and now he doesn't mind saying something to Mo Ming: The person I, Han Shaoying, really likes now is you, Mo Ming...

Although it might make this little guy ecstasy again, but...but thinking about how he happily stood on tiptoe and kissed his face, his heart still felt hot.

[Han Shaoyong]: I'm celebrating my birthday at Zhao Cheng's bar. You'd better not come here empty-handed tomorrow night. The implication is already obvious. You can come to see Han Shaoyong with any gift.

After clicking send, Han Shaoying felt a little sour in his heart.

Unexpectedly, he was the one who took the initiative to contact Mo Ming first.

however…

At the front of the message that was sent out, there was a bright red exclamation mark? !

Han Shaoyu was stunned for a while... Failed to send? !

The hints below are particularly glaring.

[The other party has turned on friend verification, you are not their friend, please apply again, you can chat only after verification is passed]

Han Shaohong's head buzzed.

Mo Ming actually deleted him? !

In just a few seconds, Han Shaoying's expression was blank, and the shock was more intense than when he saw his apartment was swept away that night.

Mo Ming deleted him? !

when? !

why?

Han Shaoying almost lost his grip on the phone, he didn't care about thinking at all, and quickly sent two question marks in the past, but the red exclamation mark hung brightly on the front, clearly indicating the fact that he was deleted.

The sleepiness was gone, and the corner of Han Shaoying's mouth twitched suddenly.

Are you kidding me?

What the hell is that idiot doing?

Han Shaoyun opened the address book, found Mo Ming's number and dialed it directly.

In the air-conditioned room with a pleasant temperature, cold sweat continued to seep from his back. Han Shaoyun sat on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed, his fingers clapping anxiously on his legs.

It's less than six o'clock in the morning in winter, and the whole city is still half asleep.

The phone was connected, and Mo Ming on the other end obviously just woke up, his voice was sleepy, with a soft nasal voice: "Hello, who is it?"

Han Shaoyun choked when he was about to blurt out a reprimand.

Which one?

Why does this guy say that?

Han Shaoying subconsciously put down the phone next to his ear and glanced at it.

He has two numbers for work and personal, and he has been in contact with Mo Ming for a long time, so he naturally uses the private number.

There was no mistake, he used his private number to call Mo Ming at this moment.

It's been this number for three years, how could this guy not know who it is.

how come…

Suddenly there was a feeling of weightlessness falling into the sky, Han Shaoyun moved his lips, his voice was very soft, but like frost on the window glass: "Did you delete my phone number..."

Only this possibility.

He has seen the note Mo Ming wrote to himself on the phone, Brother Z.

Only when he disappeared in Mo Ming's address book, would his call to Mo Ming be an "unknown call" without a note.

The other end of the phone was silent for two seconds, and it seemed that he heard the voice, and asked suspiciously, "Brother Han?"

After a pause, Mo Ming realized something again, and immediately changed his words: "No, Han, Mr. Han..."

Mo Ming sat up slowly from the bed, looked at the gray sky outside, his sleepy eyelids drooped and he couldn't open them, he stayed up late last night and watched two movies directed by Liu Hekun in his early years, he was so engrossed until the early morning just sleep...

I'm so sleepy right now.

Mo Ming rubbed his eyes in a daze, "Brother Han... is Mr. Han doing anything?"

There was no response, only the fainter and heavier gasping sound from the other end.

"Hello?" Mo Ming was at a loss, "Mr. Han? Mr. Han? Can you hear me say..."

Before he could finish speaking, the other end had already hung up the phone.

Mo Ming frowned, put the phone back beside the pillow, and continued to sleep wrapped in the quilt.

The sky was twilight, and only a faint white light appeared on the horizon...

Han Shaoyu didn't ask the driver to drive, and drove alone to the place where Mo Ming lived... He still remembered where the two apartments he sent Mo Ming to were at the beginning.

After half an hour...

In front of an apartment door, Han Shaoying's frosty eyes seemed to be filled with a storm. He didn't ring the doorbell, but directly beat the door with his fist.

That idiot actually deleted him!

Actually deleted him!

Hey!

The door of the apartment was opened, and a middle-aged bald man showed his face and looked at the people outside impatiently: "Who is it? What are you knocking for?"

Han Shaoyun was startled, and quickly squeezed through the door.

A young man and a woman are eating at the dining table, a middle-aged woman has just come out of the kitchen with a plate of fried dumplings, and there are two children making a fuss in the living room... A group of people stared blankly at Han Shaoying who barged in.

The bald man grabbed Han Shaoyun's arm and said angrily, "Who are you to break in? I'm calling the police."

Han Shaoyun came back to his senses: "Where is the owner?"

"What homeowner? My family bought this house two years ago." The young man eating at the dining table stood up and said, "My wife and I are the homeowners."

Han Shaolong was stunned.

two years ago?

This apartment was given to Mo Ming by him two years ago... So he just gave it away, and the guy on the back sold it?