i only like your face

There is only one step between desperation and reluctance. People who cherish their lives and care about them will never do such a risky thing.

Although Han Shaolong had lingering fears about Mo Ming's behavior, he didn't feel that Mo Ming had any deep understanding of this matter, he only felt Mo Ming's desperate energy to do things again.

The last time he had this feeling was when he inquired about Mo Ming's past in that small county town.

For those who have nothing to worry about, they can live with all their strength, and they can also risk their lives without hesitation. He doesn't know what is worth taking such a risk in the end, but he confirms that there is no reason for doing this kind of thing in the end. Leave a way out for himself, unlike the group he dealt with before Shen, he is risking his life tonight.

If one slipped on one foot and fell down, death would be death, and there would not even be a cry for help...

Feeling the cold air at the side, Mo Ming shrank his neck and hid half of his face in the water.

Han Shaoyong got up and left the bathroom, walking too fast, Mo Ming didn't see Han Shaoyong's expression clearly, only looked at his back and felt that he was angry.

It seems to be very angry...

"Just now, thank you..."

Mo Ming said softly to the back of Han Shaorong who was about to go out.

Han Shaolong ignored him, and when he left, he took out Mo Ming's clothes, leaving no underpants behind.

After a while, Mo Ming came out of the bath, with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist, his tight upper body was naked, and the misty heat came out, like a piece of freshly baked snow-white glutinous rice. The man in front of the bedside table clenched his hands in front of his chest with no place to rest, and asked in a low voice, "Where are my clothes..."

"Come here." Han Shaoying said blankly, "Answer the question."

Mo Ming stood there without moving, pursing his lips: "Then, why should I listen to you..."

"Because I helped you out just now." Han Shaoyun said, "Why, you are used to treating me as a tool person, you can use me as a matter of course, and then ignore me confidently."

"... "

With two cold star-like gazes, Mo Ming walked to the other side of the bed sullenly, his naked body was obviously embarrassing, but he couldn't hold his clothes, so Mo Ming simply wrapped the thin blanket on the bed around his body, and sat cross-legged with only his head exposed. At the head of the bed, with his back to Han Shaoying.

Seeing Mo Ming's reluctance, Han Shaoyong snorted coldly: "You don't trust me so much, what are you doing in my room?"

Mo Ming: "..."

"Come on, what are you doing in my uncle's room?" Han Shaoyun said, "You can just say straight out that Pang Yuanqing is not my uncle, and I don't have the same heart with him, or I wouldn't have rescued you in front of him just now."

Mo Ming was silent for a while before whispering: "It's my own private matter..."

"It's related to Zhou Xu, isn't it?" Han Shaoyong said.

Mo Ming was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Han Shaoyun.

"Last night at the elevator entrance, your initiative towards Pang Yuanqing was very strange, and you even mentioned Zhou Xu inexplicably." Han Shaoyun said, "As for the things that make you want to die, apart from those related to Zhou Xu, I also Can't think of anything else."

Mo Ming lowered his head again, and said softly, "This matter has nothing to do with you..."

"So you're not going to say it?"

"... "

Mo Ming turned around and sat facing Han Shaoying. He pursed his lips slightly, his dark eyes were thoughtful, and finally said: "I can talk, and if you want, I want to ask you for help."

Han Shaolong narrowed his eyes slightly.

Mo Ming immediately went on to say, "It's not from the white gang. I'll exchange an important piece of information with you. It's related to your safety. It must be considered an exchange of equal value."

"Oh, what is it?"

Mo Ming asked cautiously, "Then did you agree?"

Han Shaoyun sneered: "Then if I don't agree, you won't reveal a single word of this so-called information about my safety."

Mo Ming lowered his eyes: "If you don't agree, you will say it."

Han Shaoyun looked at Mo Ming: "Why?"

"Because you're a good..."

"Shut up."

"... "

Of course Han Shaoyu agreed in the end, and then Mo Ming took it for granted that he told all what he had heard under Pang Yuanqing's bed.

To Mo Ming's surprise, Han Shaolong didn't react too much, but raised his eyebrows slightly, and then said: "I see, now I can talk about you."

Only then did Mo Ming mention Zhou Xu...

According to what Cheng Jing said that day, at least one possibility was known. The plan to frame Zhou Xu back then was an idea provided by an assistant close to Pang Yuanqing.

The high-ranking disputes and hype among the artists, let an assistant next to the president of the group come down to participate in the planning. This is an exaggeration. The other matters that Hongyi hadn't done before were obviously targeted.

That is to act on orders, and as Pang Yuanqing's assistant, naturally it is most likely to be under Pang Yuanqing's orders.

This is only a one-sided speculation, so I want to check Pang Yuanqing's mobile phone for verification. With Pang Yuanqing's status, he has no chance to contact him in other fields except for finding clues in this clumsy way.

"Do you think that Zhou Xu's matter is not just as simple as the controversy on the Internet?" Han Shaoyong asked.

While investigating Mo Ming before, he naturally checked Zhou Xu briefly, so he was also very clear about the fact that Zhou Xu was pursued by the whole network back then. There were no more than two kinds of controversy on the Internet. Framed Zhou Xu for the superior.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Han Shaoyong did believe in the latter.

The man who redeemed Mo Ming and became a ray of light in Mo Ming's heart would certainly not be able to do that kind of thing...and return him as the prototype of his substitute.

"It's not only about Brother Zhou being framed, but also the accident..." Mo Ming said, "But I just know a little bit and check it out."

"Your search method is to climb the balcony on the 30th floor"

Mo Ming lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Next time, I won't climb..."

Han Shaoyun looked at the person who was wrapped like a rice dumpling, with his head bowed, and the wet hair tips drooping on his forehead, and said: "I'll go home at dawn, and I'll go to see my grandfather tomorrow afternoon, you and I'll go together."

Mo Ming raised his head: "Huh?"

"Based on the information you gave me, I'm willing to take you to understand Pang Yuanqing." Han Shaoying paused, turned his head to look out the window, and said in a deep voice, "Take it as cooperation."

"Thank you." Mo Ming said immediately.

Han Shaoyun turned his head slowly, and saw Mo Ming's eyes glowing with joy, looking at him without blinking.

Turning his head to look elsewhere again, Han Shaoying said without emotion: "Pang Yuanqing regards you as my lover, so don't reveal your secrets when the time comes."

Mo Ming nodded obediently.

After daybreak, the two returned to Chuanhai. In order to facilitate planning to go to Pang's house together tomorrow afternoon, Mo Ming sat in Han Shaoying's car, and his own car was driven back by Han Shaoying's assistant.

After chatting about business and nothing personal to talk about, the two looked at the car windows on their respective sides and didn't speak any more. After a while, Mo Ming leaned on the car seat and fell asleep.

He didn't sleep all night last night...

Han Shaoyun saw Mo Ming squinting his eyes and his body was on the verge of falling, he laughed at himself a few times, but his body moved over silently.

Glancing at the furry head resting on his shoulder, Han Shaoyong frowned and turned his head to look out the window again... He still has demeanor without feelings, he, Han Shaoyong, is not so stingy.

Han Shaoying's driver first drove the car to the vicinity of Mo Ming's apartment.

Mo Ming opened the car door, one leg had already stepped on the ground, and as if remembering something, he turned his head to look at Han Shaotong.

"What I said is true, you should bring more bodyguards when you go out..." Mo Ming said, "Your uncle is very dangerous."

"Okay." The corners of Han Shaoying's lips floated, "Thank you for reminding me again."

Mo Ming got out of the car, and Han Shaoying watched him walk into the community through the car window.

He saw that at the corner that was about to disappear after entering the door, Mo Ming seemed to turn his head back.

It's a pity that the distance is too far, he can't see Mo Ming's expression clearly...

In the evening, it began to snow again.

Before going to sleep at night, Mo Ming was watching a video on his phone when a reminder popped up on his phone.

[Han Shaolong sent you a message]

Mo Ming was stunned for a moment, and gently opened his fingers, but...

[Han Shaohong retracted a message]

Mo Ming: "..."

The next afternoon, Han Shaoyun took Mo Ming to Pang's house.

Pang Mingshun's health is not as good as before, and because he witnessed the death of his son, daughter and son-in-law in the hospital back then, he was extremely against the hospital. I don't want to hang my life in a place like a hospital.

The private doctor told Han Shaoyong that he would not survive for three months at most, which was still an optimistic prediction.

The night before, he was seriously ill, and his physical condition was even worse. The next day, he still returned to his manor to recuperate. However, although he knew that his life was not long, his mentality was not bad. Get ready.

Mo Ming squatted in front of Pang Mingshun's wheelchair, with one hand held by Pang Mingshun.

Pang Mingshun's eyes were tired but full of kindness. He took off a green jade wrench on his thumb and stuffed it into Mo Ming's palm, and said softly: "To be honest, I've always been worried that Xiao Han would be like his deceased uncle. No shape, don't worry now, I can feel that you are a steady child...

Finally, Pang Mingshun raised his head and said to Han Shaoyun who was standing aside: "Treat Xiao Moming well, just like your mother treats your father. Don't learn from your uncle who keeps a lot of mistresses outside."

As the sun sets, Pang Mingshun prefers to talk about his two sons and daughters who passed away in his early years, which seems to be a regret that he can't digest in his life.

Mo Ming stood up, Han Shaorong stretched out his hand to wrap around his waist naturally, Mo Ming's body also slightly moved towards Han Shaorong's chest, Pang Mingshun was very pleased to see this.

Being too close, Han Shaoyun could smell the fragrance of Mo Ming's neckline, which seemed to be the breath he had held in his arms for countless nights, his arms tightened subconsciously, and Mo Ming turned his head to look at him blankly.

Han Shaoying explained in a low voice: "This is more like..."

Before dinner, the servant pushed Pang Mingshun to take medicine, and Pang Yuanqing was on his way back.

Han Shaoying took Mo Ming upstairs to get acquainted, and the two went up the stairs. The long stairs wound upwards around the blue-gray wall. Mo Ming was attracted by an oil painting hanging on the wall. In the painting, there were three people, the elder The man is sitting on the chair in the middle, a young woman is standing behind him, with her hands on his shoulders, and a young man is sitting next to him on the ground, leaning on the handle of the chair with his elbows, and resting his head, in a loose posture.

Mo Ming stared at the young man in the painting, then turned his head and asked Han Shaoyun, "Is this your father?"

"No, my uncle." Han Shaoyun couldn't help laughing, "I look a lot like me, right?"

Mo Ming nodded: "The eyebrows and eyes are very similar."

"This grandpa, this is my mother." Han Shaoyong pointed to the other two people in the painting, "After my mother and uncle passed away, my grandfather asked an artist to paint this painting based on a photo. Not born."

Mo Ming leaned closer to the painting, staring at Uncle Han's half-bracelet protruding from his cuff, slightly distracted... a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Oil paintings are always no better than photos, and the details are not refined enough to be studied at all.

"Where is the picture of this painting?" Mo Ming said warmly, "Can I have a look?"

"Yes." Han Shaoyun said, "Upstairs in my grandfather's study, I'll take you..."

"What are you looking at..."

A low and clear voice came from below.

Pang Yuanqing came back at some time, standing at the bottom of the stairs, with a light gray suit jacket on his forearm, he looked up slightly at the person above, the bright light in the hall was refracted on the thin lens, which made people see I don't know the eyes in the back.

"So it's my uncle who's back." Han Shaoying put one hand around Mo Ming's waist again.

Mo Ming understood, and bowed slightly to Pang Yuanqing who was below: "Hello, Uncle."

Pang Yuanqing nodded slightly, with a faint smile on his lips: "Come down first, dinner is about to start."