i only like your face

Pang Mingshun lived in this manor mansion on weekdays. Pang Yuanqing seldom came back due to his busy work schedule.

Pang Yuanqing is respectful and filial to his adoptive father, which is obvious to all the servants in the mansion, so even if Han Shaoying finds the butler to have a private chat with him, there is nothing unusual about it.

If there were no huge inheritance disputes, Han Shaolong knew that Pang Yuanqing would be a perfect uncle.

Dinner was very enjoyable.

After dinner, Han Shaoyu played chess with Pang Mingshun, while Mo Ming watched quietly with a teacup in his hand, while Pang Yuanqing kept calling outside.

After a while, Mo Ming made an excuse to go to the bathroom, and met Pang Yuanqing on the corridor under the veranda.

Pang Yuanqing also happened to have just finished the phone call, and Mo Ming took the initiative to greet him, but no matter how he led the topic to Zhou Xu's temptation, Pang Yuanqing could always answer the question in a few simple words and perfunctory, with a faint smile in his eyes, and his attitude was always very friendly.

He knew that with Pang Yuanqing's wisdom, he would definitely guess that he was the one who sneaked into his room that night, and naturally he also knew that he must have heard something he shouldn't have heard. With such a natural face at this moment, he didn't know that he had raised his eyebrows at him in the bottom of his heart. What a deep security.

It is obviously impossible to have a positive interview...

Late at night, Han Shaoyun took Mo Ming to stay here overnight. When he went upstairs, Mo Ming looked at the oil painting on the wall again.

After returning to the room, Han Shaoyong let go of Mo Ming's waist. After taking a shower, he held a pillow in his hand and threw a thin blanket on the ground beside the bed, saying, "You sleep on the bed, I sleep on the bed." on the ground."

There was a thick layer of light gray carpet on the floor beside the bed, and the room was always cleaned by servants, so the carpet was always spotless, so it didn't hurt to sleep all night.

"I'll sleep on the floor." Mo Ming said, "This is your grandfather's house."

"I don't sleep well. I'll roll down and hurt you in the middle of the night. My size is no joke." Han Shaolong lay down on the carpet, with his back turned to Mo Ming, covered with a thin blanket until Ear, said, "There's nothing to argue about, it's just for one night, just be careful when you get up at night, don't step on me."

At midnight, moonlight shines in through the thin window screens.

Mo Ming turned over, leaned against the bed and whispered to the person on the ground: "Are you cold?"

The air conditioner was turned on in the room, so it was warm and pleasant. Han Shaoyun closed his eyes and replied, "It's very cold."

"Come up and sleep." Mo Ming said softly, "The bed is very big, I'll move to the side."

Han Shaolong slowly opened his eyes, turned his head and met Mo Ming's gaze in the dim light, neither of them could see the other's expression clearly, but they both knew that the other was looking at him.

"Are you sure?" Han Shaoyong asked.

Mo Ming nodded: "It's still snowing outside, you can easily catch cold like this."

"If I'm sleepy." Han Shaoyun smiled meaningfully, "I'll definitely hug you, kiss you, and rub you subconsciously. You don't mind?"

This is not to tease this guy, it is a habit developed in the past three years of sleeping, as long as Mo Ming is by his side, it is impossible for him, Han Shaolong, to watch.

"... "

Mo Ming was silent for a long time, then shrank his head lying on the bedside, and Han Shaolong didn't wait for any movement for a long time.

Looks like I've dropped the invitation...

Han Shaoyun suddenly regretted his cheap mouth... He has indeed not shared the same bed with Mo Ming for a long, long time.

Hearing the sound of Mo Ming's breathing after a deep sleep seems to be a luxury.

Suddenly feeling restless, tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep, Han Shaoyun got up and went to the bathroom.

In the middle of the night, Han Shaoyong found himself reacting unexpectedly.

still strong...

Fuck, he shouldn't be thinking nonsense.

He flushed in the bathroom by himself, but it hurt and it didn't work, so he went back to lie on the carpet next to the bed, Han Shaoying frowned, bent over and continued to fuck under the quilt.

Just when the heat was in full swing, he was suddenly patted on the back of the shoulder, and there was a faint sound.

"Brother Han..."

Han Shaoyun trembled in fright, turned his head suddenly, and was almost frightened immediately. Mo Ming got out of bed at some point, and squatted behind him, his face against the moonlight was dark, facing himself.

"Brother Han." Mo Ming said softly, "You haven't shown me the prototype photo of that oil painting yet."

Han Shaoyun stroked his chest, his voice trembling: "You, why are you scaring me to death?"

Mo Ming put his hands on his knees, and tilted his head blankly: "Brother Han, what are you doing, why are you so scared?"

Xu was guilty, Han Shaoyun quickly came back to his senses, took out his hands, and automatically ignored the question: "Do you want to see that photo?"

"Ah."

"It's very late, or tomorrow."

"I suddenly thought of something, and I want to confirm it." Mo Ming gently pushed Han Shaoying's shoulder again, earnestly pleading, "Can you, Brother Han?"

Han Shaoyun had no choice but to sit up: "Well, that's fine, the study is just on this floor, not far away."

It just so happened that he didn't feel sleepy right now.

It was past one o'clock in the middle of the night, and the mansion was quiet inside and out.

The sensor lights in the corridor turned on, and Mo Ming silently followed Han Shaoyun all the way to the study.

There is more than one study room in the villa. This one was used by Han Shaoying's deceased uncle, and most of the things related to Han Shaoyun are stored. Han Shaoying has always been free to enter and exit.

Han Shaolong found the photo album and handed it to Mo Ming.

Mo Ming sat at the desk and quietly flipped through the photo albums, while Han Shaoyun sat on the table with one leg propped up, arms folded across his chest, waiting quietly.

Before he could find the photo prototype of the oil painting, Mo Ming had already seen clearly the string of bracelets on Uncle Han's wrist in other photos, which were pure gold and had strange patterns engraved on them.

Exactly as he thought.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Mo Ming frowning, Han Shaoyun subconsciously asked.

Mo Ming pointed to the bracelet on Uncle Han's wrist in the photo, raised his head and said to Han Shaoyun, "Is this bracelet very common?"

Han Shaoyun shook his head: "Of course not, my uncle and my mother are twins. On the day they were born, my grandfather was so happy that he specially ordered these two bracelets, with a hollow in the middle and engraved with Sanskrit characters meaning health and safety. The workmanship seems to be very delicate. , I guess there are only these two strings in the whole world."

Mo Ming frowned more and more tightly: "Then where are these two bracelets now?"

"I don't know. I saw it at my mother's place in the early years. After she passed away, this bracelet was also lost." Han Shaoyun rubbed his chin, thinking back, "As for my uncle's, I don't even remember it, but it's just him. With that temperament, it is possible to give it to any mistress... What's the matter? Have you seen this bracelet?"

"I've seen it before." Mo Ming said, "I've seen it at Brother Zhou's."

Han Shaoyu was taken aback: "You mean Zhou Xu?"

"Yes."

"you sure?"

"I'm sure." He won't remember such a unique workmanship and engraving.

During the brief silence, a strange and creepy feeling pervaded the two of them.

At this moment, the sound of the doorknob being turned suddenly came from outside the door, both of them were startled.

The door was locked from the inside and could not be opened from the outside, and soon there was a knock on the door: "Who is inside?"

It was Pang Yuanqing's voice.

Han Shaoyong and Mo Ming looked at each other, Han Shaoyong immediately picked up the photo album and put it back to its original place. At this moment, Pang Yuanqing outside seemed to be saying to the servant next to him: "Go get the key."

Han Shaoyun held Mo Ming's hand, dragged him to the bookshelf, Mo Ming was at a loss, and whispered, "Let's just read here..."

"Whoever comes here to read in the middle of the night, do you think Pang Yuanqing is stupid." Han Shaoyun said, "And what you just said, if it is true, let him know."

The space in the room is limited, and Mo Ming didn't realize that there is a safe place to hide here.

Han Shaoying pulled Mo Ming to the corner of the wall covered by stacks of bookshelves, took off his pure cotton pajama top, and said to Mo Ming: "What are you doing in a daze, you still don't take off your clothes."

Mo Ming quickly reacted, unbuttoned the chest of the pajamas, opened the front and pulled it down a little.

"Is this okay?" Mo Ming asked sincerely.

There was the sound of a key opening the door of the study, Han Shaoyun hugged Mo Ming tightly, leaned against the wall and kissed him forcefully.

Mo Ming hugged Han Shaorong's neck tightly, and one foot directly hooked Han Shaorong's calf, his breathing was light and heavy at times.

Han Shaoying's body froze as if he had been electrified... Fuck, is this the acting skills of a professional actor?

Pang Yuanqing brought people in, and soon found the two people in the corner of the wall.

Mo Ming hid in Han Shaoyong's chest in shame, while Han Shaoyong hurriedly picked up his clothes to cover himself, hugged the person in his arms tightly, turned his head and said angrily to the two servants beside Pang Yuan: "What are you looking at? Don't go out yet! "

The two servants quickly left the study.

"Don't look at it, Uncle." Han Shaoying said with an ugly face, "I'm ashamed to get dressed like you are."

The corners of Pang Yuanqing's lips were gentle, but the meaning in his eyes was unclear: "It's too outrageous, Xiao Han, this is your uncle's study room when he was alive."

Han Shaoyu smiled wryly: "Just looking for excitement, don't tell my grandpa, uncle."

Pang Yuanqing's gaze moved to Mo Ming.

Mo Ming's body was tightly blocked by Han Shaoyong, and he cautiously exposed his eyes on Han Shaoyong's shoulders. Seeing Pang Yuanqing staring at him, he retracted his head again.

Han Shaoyun directly put his chin on Mo Ming's hair, and hugged him even tighter.

"I almost thought there was a thief in the house." Pang Yuan said calmly, "Go back to the room if you have something to do."

It wasn't until the sound of closing the door that Pang Yuanqing left, that Han Shaoying let go of Mo Ming.

Mo Ming picked up his trousers and lowered his head to button them, only to see someone reacting violently somewhere.

"Too, I'm too into the drama..." Han Shaoyun coughed twice, turned his back to Mo Ming and quickly put on his clothes, and said, "My acting skills are not bad."

Mo Ming agreed: "Very good." Immersive acting.

The lights in the study room were too bright, and there was nowhere to hide the abnormalities in his body. Han Shaolong didn't dare to turn around: "I'm sweating a little, first, go back and take a shower."

After finishing speaking, Han Shaoyong left quickly.