i only like your face

Thinking about it, Han Shaoyun couldn't help recalling the three years when he was used as a stand-in.

Even if he knew about Mo Ming's past, even if he had a deep understanding of Mo Ming's feelings for Zhou Xu, he still felt aggrieved, and it still didn't prevent him from occasionally feeling that the guy next to him was hateful.

"Hiss——" Mo Ming suddenly flinched in pain.

"What's wrong?" Han Shaoyun subconsciously asked, "Have you cut the meat?"

Mo Ming pursed his lips tightly and nodded: "It hurts."

Seeing Mo Ming frowned, looking very aggrieved, Han Shaoyun frowned and remained silent for a moment, then lowered his head and continued cutting: "I'm not your boyfriend, don't show me that expression, it's useless."

"... "

Looking for a high-end restaurant in the city to sit down, Han Shaoying didn't order immediately, thinking it was too early, so he asked the waiter to serve two pots of tea first.

The two chose a seat by the window. It was less than five o'clock in the afternoon, and only their table was seated in the huge restaurant.

Before, he always wanted to settle the ledger with Mo Ming face to face after finding out everything, but when everything became clear, Han Shaoyun suddenly felt that it was meaningless to calculate anything.

It's just that he was used as a substitute. Since this man never took him seriously, how could he empathize with his psychology? .

Han Shaoyu flipped through the menu distractedly, raising his eyelids to glance at the person opposite him from time to time.

Holding the teacup in his hands, Mo Ming lowered his head to gently blow the hot air around the tea, his slender and thick eyelashes fluttered.

"I haven't moved the money in your card." Han Shaoyun said, flipping through the menu indifferently, "Go to the bank to report the loss and make up for it."

Mo Ming raised his head: "Why?"

Han Shaolong didn't even raise his head: "That's against my principle of doing things. Although some things annoy me, it's your fault that you are immoral, and I can't be unethical with you."

Mo Ming: "..."

Han Shaoyun put down the menu and picked up the tea on the table: "I will never forget this incident for the rest of my life. No matter how many reasons you have, I can't get over this anger."

The teacup was close to his mouth, Han Shaoying raised his eyes and secretly glanced at Mo Ming... Mo Ming lowered his head slightly, staring at the teacup in his hand without showing any emotion.

"Of course, I know whether I'm angry or not doesn't have any effect on you, and I won't do anything to you just because I'm angry." Han Shaoyun continued, "So let it be, I don't have any thoughts about you now, I just treat you like you It's the only rabbit that bit me...I don't care about anything with a rabbit."

Mo Ming: "..."

"You have nothing to say?" Han Shaoyong asked.

Mo Ming was silent for a moment: "What do you mean?"

Han Shaoyun put down his teacup and leaned against the back of the sofa chair. After taking off his down jacket, the guy opposite him was wearing a loose white sweater, which looked like a tender egg that had just been peeled off its shell. His eyes were darker and glowed with peace. .

Han Shaoyu looked at Mo Ming quietly, and said after a long time, "In the past three years, have you looked at me carefully and understood me?"

Mo Ming was stunned for a moment, and just about to speak, Han Shaoyun said immediately, "Forget it, I don't want to know, it's pointless."

Mo Ming obediently remained silent.

Ten seconds later, I heard the man on the opposite side say irritably: "I have been sharing the same bed for three years, so I don't have any place in your heart."

"I…"

"Forget it." Han Shaoyun immediately interrupted, "I don't want to hear it."

"... "

After some time, Mo Ming saw that the man across from him was about to ask something after all kinds of entanglements, he predicted and said first: "You are a good man."

"... "

The two left the restaurant after eating. It was almost dark after six o'clock, and it was raining heavily.

It would take at least two or three hours to go back to Chuanhai. Mo Ming didn't want to go back in the dark in the heavy rain. He planned to stay in a nearby hotel for one night and go back when the rain stopped tomorrow morning.

Han Shaolong had the same idea as Mo Ming, the car drove directly to the entrance of the five-star hotel in the city and stopped, and asked Mo Ming to pay him the room fee in a serious manner at the service desk.

Mo Ming felt that Han Shaoying seemed to be angry... It started when he said that he was a good person in the restaurant.

While waiting for the elevator at the elevator entrance, Han Shaoyun suddenly said again: "I smashed your apartment in a fit of anger before, and I have already compensated you for your loss."

Mo Ming frowned, he didn't understand why this man said this suddenly.

"So..." Han Shaoyun said, "You can't be prejudiced against me just because of this kind of thing."

"... "

Mo Ming was silent for a few seconds, and murmured: "You broke my flowers..."

The voice was very low, but Han Shaolong listened.

Han Shaoyun said coldly: "Otherwise, will it ruin you?"

"... "

Mo Ming pursed his lips and chose not to speak. Seeing his stubborn appearance, Han Shaoyun wanted to reach out and pinch his face, and it was better to pinch him and cry.

The elevator reached the first floor, and the door slowly opened.

Han Shaoyun was about to go in, but he was startled, looked at the people in the elevator, and smiled for a moment: "Uncle, what a coincidence."

Pang Yuanqing walked out of the elevator, behind the thin lenses, those long eyes were only slightly startled, and then he also smiled and said: "It's Xiao Han, I didn't expect to meet here?"

Mo Ming's gaze fell directly on this man, who was as tall as Han Shaoying, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with neatly trimmed hair and eyebrows, and wearing gold-rimmed eyes. He looked about 40 or [-] years old, with a straight nose and thin lips. He has a gentle temperament and a chiseled oriental face.

He knows this man...

Pang Yuanqing, Han Shaolong's unrelated uncle, the president of Dingsheng Group.

"I have some private matters here, where is Uncle?"

"On a business trip, I'm going to see a client." Pang Yuanqing's eyes fell on Mo Ming who was beside Han Shaoying, "Xiao Han, is this your friend?"

Han Shaolong was about to introduce, but Mo Ming said politely first: "Hi, Mr. Pang, I'm Mo Ming."

After a pause for a second, Mo Ming stared into Pang Yuanqing's eyes and said softly, "It's Zhou Xu's friend."

Pang Yuanqing nodded slightly: "Well, I remember that he was a very popular singer, so Mr. Mo is also from the entertainment industry?"

"Yes." Mo Ming said modestly, "I heard Zhou Xu mention President Pang, and it's really an honor to meet you today."

Pang Yuanqing smiled slightly, but didn't say anything, but turned his head to look at Han Shaoying: "Xiao Han, your grandfather's condition has worsened, and he has been thinking about you. If you have time, go and have a look."

"Well, I have plans for these two days."

Pang Yuanqing didn't chat with Han Shaoying for too long, and after a few simple words, he turned around with his assistant and left, his retracted gaze inadvertently stayed on Mo Ming's face for half a second longer.

The person has gone far away, but Mo Ming is still watching thoughtfully.

"It's rare to see you being so active towards someone." Han Shaoyun said, "Besides, Zhou Xu is not my uncle's idol, so what's the use of you saying you are his friend."

At the end of the day, he turned his head and looked at Han Shaoyun with bewilderment: "Huh?"

Han Shaoyu let out a cold snort, and stepped into the elevator, followed by Mo Ming.

"Is President Pang usually busy?" Mo Ming asked.

"He is carrying Dingsheng now, so he is naturally busy."

"I remember that Hongyi is a company under Dingsheng. Does Mr. Pang care about the development of Hongyi's artists?"

"He won't be able to worry about such trivial matters. If he sleeps with some little artist, he might give it a thumbs up." After Han Shaoyong finished speaking, he frowned and looked at Mo Ming who was beside him, "Why are you asking these questions?"

"...just curiosity."

Han Shaoyun leaned closer to Mo Ming's face, Mo Ming pursed his lips, and blinked his eyes lightly.

"Have you taken a fancy to my uncle?" Han Shaoyun asked abruptly.

Mo Ming immediately shook his head.

"You just said that Zhou Xu mentioned my uncle to you before." Han Shaoyong asked, "Does he know my uncle?"

"...I just said it casually."

Zhou Xu didn't mention Pang Yuanqing to him, but Pang Yuanqing's reaction just now made him feel that he knew Zhou Xu.

Han Shaoyun narrowed his eyes slightly: "There is something wrong with you..."

"... "

Han Shaoyun straightened up, turned around and looked at the elevator door: "It has nothing to do with me if something is wrong."

Mo Ming's room was on the 33rd floor. He remembered that when he and Han Shaoying were waiting for the elevator at the bottom of the building, the elevator carrying Pang Yuanqing came down from the 33rd floor.

In other words, that Pang Yuanqing was on the same floor as him.

There are many rooms in the long corridor, and it is impossible to directly judge which one Pang Yuanqing lives in.

After taking a shower in the room, Mo Ming went downstairs to the service desk, claiming that the 2000 yuan cash left in the room disappeared while he was taking a shower, and asked to check the surveillance to see if anyone had entered his room while he was taking a shower.

The hotel was also very cooperative, and immediately led him to the monitoring room and called up the corridor monitoring on his floor.

The staff adjusted the recording progress little by little, and Mo Ming soon saw the room where Pang Yuanqing came out, which was next to him.

"Surveillance shows that no one else entered your room except you."

"Okay, sorry to bother you." Mo Ming said, "Maybe I put the money in other places, and I'll go back and look for it."

Back in the room, Mo Ming was lying on the bed, staring at the snow-white ceiling with a serious expression, and after a few minutes, he suddenly got up and went to the small open-air balcony.

At a height of more than 30 floors, the wind is biting, and the figures of the vehicles below are like small moving stones.

Mo Ming held on to the guardrail with his hands, tilted his head and poked half of his body out, struggling to look at the small balcony in the next room. The distance between the two sides was not too far, and there was a stone statue of birds embedded in the middle wall. If you successfully climbed over the stone statue, you would be able to Looking at the balcony.

Mo Ming frowned, his eyes wandered up and down the stone statue...there is a support point, it is not too heavy, and climbing up it is not a problem.

Han Shaoying suspected that Mo Ming had taken a fancy to the giant eagle stone statue, so he went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, but when he looked up, he saw Mo Ming standing on the upper balcony, staring at the stone statue and studying something, with his hands still separated. He gestured inexplicably in the air.

"Are you planning to take down the stone statue?" Han Shaoyun suddenly said.

Mo Ming was taken aback for a moment, and then he noticed Han Shaorong downstairs. He found that Han Shaorong's room was just directly below Pang Yuanqing.

"No..." Mo Ming laid his arms on the guardrail, blinked and looked down at Han Shaoyun below, "I'll just take a look."

Mo Ming was wearing a loose white nightgown. From the special angle from bottom to top, Han Shaoying could clearly see the two dazzling white legs. From the slender ankles to the top, the bottom of the nightgown barely covered his knees. , when the evening wind blows and lifts up half of the hem, it is a daydream...

Han Shaoyun looked away and took a deep breath on his cigarette.

fuck.

In a trance in his mind, he remembered that Mo Ming always liked to lay on the bed and deliberately poke him with his feet, curled his toes against his chest, even scratched his neck, and then giggled, and he would take the opportunity to catch him. No matter how much he retracted his ankle, he would not let it go, and then he kissed and bit his calf all the way up, until he was bullied and trembling from crying.

But this guy never learns from his lesson. He has trampled on his long legs for countless times, but it happens every time. He will dare to do it next time.

Han Shaolong raised his head again, and in the cold wind, he saw that Mo Ming seemed to be cold. He raised one foot, rubbed the calf of the other leg with the instep, and observed the stone statue next to him thoughtfully.

"Go back and put on your pants." Han Shaoying said in a deep voice.

Even if he can't touch it in the future, he can't just watch those legs being cold on this guy's body. Before that, he would definitely rush up and rub him to keep him warm.

Can't freeze...