i only like your face

It was nearly three o'clock in the morning, and the store was already clearing the place to close. The staff went into the office to clean up, but found that the boss hadn't left yet.

Zhao Cheng sat on the office chair and looked at his mobile phone with a solemn expression, as if he was paying attention to some shocking gossip.

Seeing the employees coming in, Zhao Chengcai came back to his senses, raised his head and asked thoughtfully, "If you find that the person next to you is just using you as a substitute for someone else, what would you do?"

The employee was obviously stunned for a while, but seeing his boss's serious expression, he replied seriously: "Then break up."

"The premise is that you have been together for three years." Zhao Cheng's face was complicated, "And emotionally, you have already fallen into it unilaterally."

"Three years..." The employee substituted himself, and immediately said angrily, "If I say what I say, I can't untie this knot for the rest of my life. I will definitely settle the score with her."

"A... account?"

Zhao Cheng's heart suddenly trembled, he immediately got up, picked up his coat and ran out quickly.

It has been a while since he made that phone call to Han Shaoyun.

After going out, Zhao Cheng called Han Shaoying, but no one answered.

After getting in the car, Zhao Cheng called Mo Ming again.

At three o'clock in the morning in Chuanhai, even the wind is silent.

When Mo Ming was awakened by the sound of the phone, he was so sleepy that he didn't even open his eyelids, and when he touched the phone to his ear, he heard Zhao Cheng on the other end asking hurriedly: "Xiao Mo Ming, did Lao Han look for you? "

"...Brother Zhao?" Mo Ming was still confused, "What happened?"

As soon as Zhao Cheng heard the voice, he knew that Mo Ming had just woken up, he was slightly relieved, and said again: "Xiao Mo Ming, what is your relationship with the singer Zhou Xu who died three years ago? Now it is uploaded on the Internet that you two used to be Lover, really?"

In the darkness, Mo Ming slowly opened his eyes.

"When you were with Lao Han, it must be because Lao Han has a face similar to Zhou Xu?" Zhao Cheng paused, and then said, "Whether it is or not, anyway, when Lao Han asks you, you must Say no, the faces of the predecessor and the current one may also be caused by personal aesthetics, right..."

Outside the bedroom, the apartment doorbell suddenly rang.

Xiao Han in the living room was startled awake, barking twice.

Mo Ming sat up and glanced at the electronic display clock on the lamp table.

[-]:[-] a.m.…

"Why did I hear the doorbell?" Zhao Cheng said on the phone, "Did someone ring the doorbell?"

Mo Ming turned on the light, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked out of the bedroom and came to the door of the apartment.

Inside the cat's eye, Han Shaoyun was wearing a black windbreaker, with thick eyebrows like swords, standing outside the door without any expression.

Mo Ming closed his eyes and said, "He's outside the door."

"Outside the door? Who, Lao Han?" Zhao Cheng's voice exploded, "Where do you live, Xiao Moming? I'll go there now."

The door of the apartment opened, and the cold wind from the corridor rushed in.

A knife-like chill hit his face, Mo Ming was wearing thin light-colored pajamas, and his jet-black hair was soft and messy. He calmly looked at the man at the door: "You can call and talk about anything."

Han Shaoyun raised his foot and walked in, with no emotion in his voice: "I'm worried that I won't be able to tell clearly on the phone."

Mo Ming only opened the door, and when he turned around, he saw Han Shaoying standing behind him, not going to the living room.

A pair of eyes close at hand, dark and cold, as if not even the light can shine through.

"I want to see your ID card." Han Shaoying's voice was surprisingly peaceful, "On the Internet, it said that your birthday is next month, but I remember that your birthday passed two months ago."

Mo Ming was going to bypass Han Shaoying: "I'm going to put on a coat first."

Han Shaoying sideways stopped him at the entrance, his eyes were bent down with a strange gentleness: "Or tell me directly, when is your birthday?"

Mo Ming lowered his gaze, and saw the man's hands tightened by his side. He was silent for a few seconds, and said, "No. 19 next month."

"...Then, who was the birthday two months ago for?"

"Zhou Xu."

Han Shaoying's pupils were stunned, he didn't expect Mo Ming to say this person's name so calmly and without hesitation.

The gloom hanging over his chest suddenly froze, and he began to fall unexpectedly, Han Shaoying's voice was wrapped in an uneasy voice: "Then why did you let me accompany you...to celebrate Zhou Xu's birthday?"

"..."

Han Shaoyun stretched out his hands to hold Mo Ming's slightly lowered head, forcing him to raise his face to face himself, and continued: "I still remember that you said to me that day, happy birthday..."

Mo Ming didn't speak, her jet-black eyes were as pale as a lake under the moon.

Han Shaoying's thin lips trembled: "It's not me, nor the fireworks that you like, but Zhou Xu who watched the fireworks with you?"

The group photo of Mo Ming and Zhou Xu under the fireworks was like a poisonous thorn in Han Shaoying's head at this moment, and his breathing caused a severe dizziness.

Mo Ming's lips twitched, but he didn't deny it.

The strength of Han Shaoying's fingertips suddenly seemed to crush Mo Ming's bones, and he leaned closer to Mo Ming's face, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes: "So you walked with me back then, because I look like Zhou Xu?"

Mo Ming slowly closed his eyes: "...Yes."

The hand slipped off his face, Mo Ming slowly opened his eyes, and saw Han Shaoying standing motionless in front of him, tall but like a dead tree, exuding a breath of exhaustion.

"Three years, you have played tricks on me for three years..." Han Shaoying's face was ashen, "How dare you lie to me like that..."

Self-indulgent, self-righteous, and... self-defeating.

A slap came from the air, like a red-hot iron plate greeted Han Shaoying's face, and a sharp tingling sensation burned all over his body.

In a daze, I remembered that Mo Ming liked his face so much...

He would gently place a kiss between his brows and eyes, hold his face, carefully and inch by inch, and softly call his name like a kitten...

And all this is because of his face, like Zhou Xu.

Zhou Xu...

Mo Ming turned around and entered the living room, put a coat on the sofa over his body, and said calmly: "In the past three years, each other has met each other's needs. I don't think it's cheating."

Han Shaoyun looked at the slim figure, and his self-indulgent dream dissipated, as if he had never known this man before.

I thought that I was the one who dominated the relationship in the past three years, but I didn't know that I was played by the other party from the very beginning, so he was a clown for three years...

Full, three years.

Suddenly thought, kill him.

Han Shaoying clenched his palm tremblingly...

Grabbing his thin neck, it was like crushing a helpless kitten.

yes, kill him...

Mo Ming felt a chill run down his spine from Han Shaoyong's bottomless, animal-like gaze, and he said again: "Our relationship is over, I have made it very clear before, it was you who unilaterally kept ..."

"End?" A ferocious smile appeared in Han Shaoyong's eyes, and he walked slowly towards Mo Ming, "I'm using you as a substitute for other men, and I will give you a humanoid massage. Great, it has given you three years of spiritual and physical strength." Nutrients, a naive and selfless fool like me, shouldn't you continue to use it, why did you stop it suddenly out of mercy?"

"You feel cheated because you were emotionally moved..." Mo Ming's eyes showed alertness, and he backed away slowly, "But you were the one who said back then that our relationship is not a couple, and we don't need to be responsible for each other's feelings."

Mo Ming retreated to the wall, unable to retreat, his cheek was easily pinched by Han Shaoyun who walked in front of him.

The face was forced to look up.

Mo Ming frowned, wanted to fight back but held back... At least in terms of skill, he couldn't be this man's opponent.

"You remember it very clearly..." Han Shaoyong's sharp eyes approached, his voice was gravel, "It's because of this that you play with me with peace of mind, right? What do you think I am, Han Shaoyong? I don't only want your affection for me Be responsible, and now you are even more responsible for my humiliated personality..."

Every tenderness that touched him, every tenderness that made him fall into it like an idiot, now became a great mockery.

Mo Ming never loved him, he was just a substitute, a medium to convey Mo Ming's love for another man, his feelings for Mo Ming became a complete joke.

What he has always believed in has never existed.

Mo Ming felt that Han Shaoyun's two fingers were about to crush the bones of his cheeks, his head was forced back against the cold wall, his upper body could hardly move, and he could almost see the countdown to the explosion from Han Shaoyun Wusha's eyes .

"Do you want to do it..." Mo Ming asked.

Han Shaoyun smiled suddenly, his eyes were vain and distorted, he let go of his fingers, and lightly patted Mo Ming's face: "Beating you is just taking advantage of you..."

Mo Xiaohan, who was curled up in the nest, was so frightened by the loud noise in the living room that he almost jumped out of the nest.

When I rushed out of the nest, I saw the coffee table that had been kicked over on the ground. On the table, a set of tea sets and a pot of hydroponic copper money plants were scattered all over the floor.

A leather shoe crushed the green grass in the water mark, followed by another loud bang, and the [-]-inch TV set on the living room wall was smashed from the middle, with a spider web-shaped crack.

"Wow woof woof...!!"

Mo Xiaohan straightened his back and barked furiously at Han Shaoyun, who was holding a dining chair.

Han Shaoying turned his face slowly, the lack of warmth in his eyes made Mo Xiaohan's head squirm, but he still stretched his neck in the next second: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooow!!"

Han Shaoying raised his foot and walked towards Xiaohan.

Mo Ming took a quick step towards Han Shaoyong, picked up Xiaohan on the ground, gently wrapped Xiaohan's head with his slender five fingers, and pressed its head between his arms.

Mo Xiaohan, who lost his vision, quickly settled down.

...

Zhao Cheng called Han Shaoying and Mo Ming several times along the way, but no one answered, guessing that something might have happened.

He knows Han Shaoying better than anyone else.

This man is probably going crazy.

According to the address given by Mo Ming, Zhao Cheng traveled fast all the way.

When he arrived at the door, he found that the door of the apartment was still ajar, so Zhao Cheng pushed the door open and rushed in.

"Old Han, you have to be cold..."

Before the word jing was spoken, Zhao Chengcheng was dumbfounded. The mess he saw made him feel like he was parachuted into the scene of the hurricane disaster.

The entire apartment was completely destroyed, and even the chandelier on the ceiling was smashed in some unknown way. Wreckage of various materials was scattered all over the floor, and it was almost impossible to stay.

Han Shaoyun was standing in the middle of the living room, holding a smashed chair in his hand. At this moment, there was only an H-shaped wooden stump left in his hand.

Mo Ming was wearing light-colored cotton pajamas and a black jacket over his shoulders, holding Xiaohan in his arms and standing quietly in the corner, as if he had carved out a separate space, looking at the ground expressionlessly.

The corner of Zhao Cheng's mouth twitched and he opened his mouth, his voice stuck in his throat.

Han Shaoyun turned around and saw Zhao Cheng, and threw away the disabled chair: "Oh, you're here."

Zhao Cheng:"……"

As if nothing had happened, Han Shaoying put his hands in his pockets, raised his feet and walked over the messy ground towards the door, saying, "It just so happens that I'm done too, so let's do this for now, let's go."