i only like your face

Mo Ming made emergency preparations, but did not wait for the troublemaker to appear, but a strange man walked up to him halfway, and said to him in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "The trouble has been solved for you , please enjoy this banquet with peace of mind."

After speaking, the man left silently, without giving Mo Ming a chance to ask.

Mo Ming frowned. He tried to find Shen Peiling in the lobby, and finally learned from a staff member that Shen Peiling's family had left the hotel 10 minutes ago.

This matter has been unknowingly closed.

The next morning, Mo Ming received a phone call, and then drove for several hours to a mental hospital in the suburbs of Lin City in a low-key manner.

There, Mo Ming saw his biological father, who hadn't seen him for many years, and the feeling of disgust remained undiminished.

Father Qiu, who was leaning on the bed, saw Mo Ming, and it took him a while to realize that it was his son. He opened his mouth excitedly at Mo Ming, yelled, trying to sit up, but Below the waist, it is difficult to move an inch.

The dean led the way, and he told Mo Ming that this man's vocal cords were severely damaged, and his lumbar spine was necrotic, so he would be speechless and paralyzed for the rest of his life.

The man burst into tears, and stretched out his hand towards Mo Ming as if asking for help. He looked like a mental patient.

Mo Ming just stood quietly at the head of the bed, looking at him expressionlessly.

There is a window in the room, but the outside is the outer wall of another building, so the sunlight can't even come in. The small room of a few square meters is very humid, and there is a faint musty smell in the air. There is a bowl of gruel and Stiff buns...

The information recorded on the man's record is another name, with a clear account history, which makes it impossible to see the slightest trace of forgery.

When leaving the room, the staff will also take a key and lock the door from the outside.

The huge hospital is surrounded by high walls, and it is easy to imprison a disabled person who is half paralyzed until he dies of old age, let alone a "patient" who is under special care.

When Mo Ming asked who brought the person in, the dean didn't answer.

Mo Ming didn't stay for long, and soon left the hospital.

Han Shaoying stood at the window of the dean's office, watching Mo Ming walking towards the hospital gate.

"We didn't say anything, and Mr. Mo didn't ask..." the dean said cautiously.

"Yeah." Han Shaoyun watched Mo Ming's figure disappear at the door, and said, "There's no need to let him know..."

He purposely asked Mo Ming to come over for a walk, just to tell Mo Ming that the indeterminate bomb had been dismantled, and he could continue his work and life in the future with peace of mind.

Since he already knew that Mo Ming would never like him, why did he appear in this matter on his own initiative.

Take another look today and let it go... Anyway, it is impossible for him to be liked by this man in this life.

The car parked outside the hospital, Han Shaoyong made a brief explanation to the dean, and took Ade and his assistant out of the hospital, but just as he left the gate, he heard someone calling him from the side.

"Boss Han."

It was his very familiar voice, Han Shaoying.

"Mo... Mo Ming?" Han Shaoyu asked in a daze.

Mo Ming stood by the sycamore tree not far from the gate and looked towards this side, and he was already waiting there.

Walking up to Han Shaoyun, Mo Ming looked at him without blinking.

Han Shaoying dodged his eyes for half a second, then pretended to be calm and greeted him, and blurted out: "Zhao Cheng is injured, I'll come and have a look."

"... "

Mo Ming frowned, turned his head to confirm the name of the eye hospital, ***Psychiatric Hospital.

Han Shaoyun knew he had said something wrong, but the more he explained, the more guilty he became. He simply looked down at the time on his watch and said, "I still have work. If there is nothing else, I will go to work."

Mo Ming then said, "Thank you."

Han Shaoyun raised his eyes again, facing Shang Moming's dark and bright eyes, there was a light layer of watery light, very gentle.

Han Shaoyun scratched his eyebrows, but there was not much expression on his face: "I don't understand what you mean, I just came to see a friend."

"En." Mo Ming nodded and said, "Thank you."

"... "

The corners of Han Shaoying's lips were tight, and in the end he didn't say anything, turned around and strode towards the place where he parked.

"Look back." Han Shaoying reminded Ade in a low voice, "Is he still standing there?"

Ade turned his head and said, "Yes."

Han Shaoying slowed down, and asked again after a few seconds, "What about now?"

"Yes." Ade replied truthfully.

Han Shaoyun clenched his palms, and suddenly turned around and returned to Mo Ming.

Mo Ming blinked, looking at the person in front of him for no reason.

"There is no one thanking you like you..." Han Shaoyun said, "At least you should treat me to a meal."

Han Shaoying did help him a lot, and Mo Ming certainly would not be stingy with the price of a meal, he nodded: "Then you will have time someday..."

"I have time now."

"It's only four o'clock in the afternoon."

"I'm hungry." Han Shaoyun said, "Take my car and go to a restaurant in the city... You won't be reluctant."

Mo Ming seriously shook his head: "I'm willing, but you just said that you have a job and you have to work on it."

"Suddenly not busy now."

"... "

After getting into Han Shaoyong's private car, Mo Ming and Han Shaoyong sat in the back seat together.

Han Shaoyun looked out of the car window all the way, his indifferent and profound face was like a sculpture, unchanged from the beginning to the end, as if the next job was to be performed, an ordinary itinerary in his whole day.

Mo Ming An quietly lowered his head and picked his fingers. After an unknown amount of time, he finally heard the person beside him asking casually, "What are you going to eat later?"

"Anything is fine." Mo Ming said softly.

"What's your preference?"

"I like them all."

"What taboo?"

"No."

"..."

Assistant Sun, the co-pilot, subconsciously glanced at the two people behind him through the rearview mirror... He couldn't tell which of the two people was going to treat him. They had lived together for three years, but now they looked like they just met each other. of.

At this moment, Han Shaoying's cell phone rang suddenly.

It's Grandpa Han Changzong's call.

Han Changzong mentioned to Han Shaoyong about the car accident a few days ago. Because Han Shaoyong didn't escape in the car, Zhao Cheng almost died in that accident. Hired someone to do the research.

At present, it can be confirmed that the driver's family has collected money...

"I see...Grandpa, I understand...Well, okay..."

After hanging up the phone, Han Shaoyun put away his phone, subconsciously glanced at the person next to him... still rubbing his fingertips with his head down.

After looking carefully, I found that the little guy's nails had some barbs due to drying.

Han Shaoyun continued to look out of the window, and after a while, the corner of his eye moved away little by little.

With a swish, Han Shaoyun opened a slotted box at hand, and took out a nail clipper from it.

"Give it to me." Han Shaoyong stretched out a hand towards Mo Ming.

Mo Ming raised his head and said in a daze, "What?"

"Give me your hand."

Mo Ming saw the nail clippers in Han Shaoyun's hand and said, "I can do it myself."

Han Shaoyun directly held Mo Ming's fingers and pulled him in front of him, saying, "You don't need to be pretentious with me. After knowing your past and what you think in your heart, I won't be passionate about you in the future. You don't have to If you are troubled by my behavior because there is no deep meaning in it, if you try to avoid me like this, then you are being sentimental."

Mo Ming looked at Han Shaoying's serious side face, was silent for a moment, and said, "I believe it..."

"Just believe it."

Han Shaoyun almost pinched Mo Ming's fingers to his chest.

He lowered his head, and carefully cut off the barbs with the sharp edge of the nail clippers... The white fingers were obediently held by him, the phalanges were long and small, the smooth nails were covered with powder, and the pads were soft. He didn't dare to press too hard between his fingers.

He really didn't think about anything else at first, he just wanted to trim the edges of this guy's nails, but now looking at these beautiful fingers, he couldn't help but think of those nights when he was gently held by this hand, he moved clumsily and tortured him again Painful and refreshing...

but…

He knew that he could only hold it with his own hands in the future.