i only like your face

Han Shaolong went into the bathroom to take a shower after returning to the room, the touch and temperature of holding someone in his arms a moment ago still remained in his arms, and even the bursts of body breath still remained in his nose.

—Hands on the wall—hands punching, Han Shaoyun felt pain in his heart, there is probably no one in this world who is more worthless than him.

It was close to two o'clock in the morning, Mo Ming hesitated for a moment, and still called Zhou Yixiang. He sent Zhou Yixiang the photos he took from that album, and asked Zhou Yixiang to help him to confirm again.

"It's indeed the same as Zhou Xu's one..." Zhou Yixiang said.

Mo Ming hurriedly asked: "Teacher, do you know the origin of this bracelet?"

He had seen it in Zhou Xu's apartment before, but he just thought it was an ordinary personal ornament and didn't care about it.

"When Zhou Xu was adopted back then, he had this thing." Zhou Yixiang recalled, "I remember that he seemed to say that his mother left it for him."

"Then teacher, do you know who Brother Zhou's mother is?"

"I don't know about that. I only heard that his mother died of illness and he was sent to an orphanage."

"Where is the orphanage where Zhou Xu was in?"

Han Shaoying came out of the bathroom, and Mo Ming was standing by the window and talking on the phone, wearing open-toed cotton slippers, a snow-white ankle bone was exposed under his long legs, and his narrow waistline made one want to stretch out one's hand to measure it.

Han Shaoyun only felt that the desire that had just been relieved began to move again, he quickly sat down on the floor beside the bed, and pulled a thin blanket to cover his lower waist. Han Shaoyun on the carpet, squinting his eyes thoughtfully.

Han Shaoyun felt even more guilty when Mo Ming stared at him with unknown meaning: "What's wrong?"

Mo Ming walked to the bed, squatted down on one knee beside Han Shaoyong, and slowly leaned forward to put his face close to Han Shaoyong.

Looking at this infinitely approaching face, Han Shaoyun squeezed the thin blanket under his body tightly, and kept covering his lower abdomen, leaning back slightly.

"Why, what's the matter?" Han Shaoying slid his throat, touching the corners of his lips, "What's on my face?"

Mo Ming frowned, and said thoughtfully, "You look very similar to your uncle."

"Isn't it normal for a nephew to look like an uncle, not to mention that my mother and my uncle are twins." Han Shaohong raised his hand and pinched Mo Ming's chin, his voice was low and hoarse, "Come closer to me, I'll kiss you."

Mo Ming blinked, sat down on the carpet with his knees crossed, and then told Han Shaoyong the content of the phone call with Zhou Yixiang just now, and asked Han Shaoyong to arrange for someone to go to the orphanage to investigate Zhou Xu's past in order to save time.

Han Shaoyun directly sent a message to Ade, asking him to arrange someone to do it immediately.

Both of them guessed some kind of possibility, but everything needs to be verified.

After going to bed, Mo Ming lay on the edge of the bed again, showing his head, and whispered to Han Shaoying who was on the ground, "Why don't you tell your grandfather what your uncle wants to do to you."

"I think, he is not guilty. The Pang family is almost in power now, and it is difficult to move him without direct evidence." Han Shaoyun put his hands behind his head, "Now the only one who can deprive him of everything is my grandfather, but he is my grandfather. —It’s even more difficult to shake my grandfather’s trust in him if he’s grown up by hand.”

"Then why did he want to kill Brother Han?"

"What else could it be? I'm not willing to have someone other than him carve up the Pang family." After speaking, Han Shaolong seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly opened his eyes, turning his head to meet Mo Ming who was lying on the bedside.

"Brother Han also thought of it?" Mo Ming asked.

"...Well." Han Shaoyun sat up from the ground: "If this is the case, many things can be connected in series."

The two discussed for a while, and when they were about to go to bed again, it was almost three o'clock in the morning.

Han Shaolong was still tossing and turning, unable to sleep. In the quiet darkness, he could vaguely hear the sound of even and steady breathing coming from the bed next to him, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"It's so cold..."

Han Shaoying sighed in a low voice, as if talking to himself.

Mo Ming heard it, but without opening his eyes, he muttered indistinctly: "Come up to sleep when it's cold... let's go."

Before the word "ba" was finished, the quilt was lifted, and the side of her body suddenly sunk down.

Mo Ming opened his eyes, and when he turned his head, he saw that someone was already lying beside the pillow.

Han Shaoyun put his hands outside, pressed on the quilt in a regular manner, closed his eyes, and said nothing.

In the dim light, Mo Ming could only see Han Shaoyun's well-defined side face, from the high brow bone to the sharp jaw, the undulating lines were like a finely chiseled statue.

Withdrawing his gaze, Mo Ming pulled the quilt on his body to cover his face, leaving only his hair exposed.

Feeling that the person beside him fell asleep, Han Shaolong slowly turned his body to face Mo Ming, and carefully pulled the quilt covering Mo Ming's face under his neck.

The little guy was sleeping very deeply, Junxiu's side face had a beautiful silhouette, and even the slender and thick eyelashes were delicately curled up.

Han Shaolong slowly leaned over, and gently kissed Mo Ming's hair on the temples. This careful kiss brought out a strong bitterness in his chest...

He didn't expect that one day he would be jealous of a person who had passed away.

Feeling sad in his heart, Han Shaoyun turned his back to Mo Ming, and it took a long time before he fell asleep in a daze.

Waking up in the morning, Han Shaoyong found that he turned around again at some point, and hugged Mo Ming in his arms as expected, worrying that Mo Ming would think he was taking advantage of the opportunity when he woke up, so he hurriedly wanted to let go of him, and then found that Mo Ming was in his arms. The little guy's head was arched on the bottom of his neck, and one hand was naturally around his waist.

Just like those mornings for the past three years.

The corners of Han Shaoyong's lips are raised... It seems that Han Shaoyong is not the only one who can't get rid of the physical habits he has developed in three years.

Gently opened Mo Ming's hand, Han Shaoyun let Mo Ming hold him one-sidedly, continued to sleep with his eyes closed, and soon felt that the person in his arms woke up. The hand is slowly and slightly retracted.

Afraid of waking up Han Shaoyong, he held his breath for the last moment, and finally withdrew his hand with great difficulty, turned over in a hurry, lifted the quilt and sat on the side of the bed.

Han Shaoyun slowly opened his eyes, looking at Mo Ming who was sitting beside the bed and getting dressed, he couldn't help laughing from the bottom of his heart.

Just as Han Shaoyun wondered whether to expose Mo Ming, there was a sudden knock on the bedroom door, and the servant outside hurriedly informed that Mr. Pang had passed out.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the lights in the emergency room went out.

Although he was out of danger, the doctor told him that Pang Mingshun's physical condition was very bad.

Pang Mingshun is now in a trance, and even if he wants to leave the hospital and go back to the manor to recuperate, his body will not be able to support him. He still has a little strength to hold Pang Yuanqing's hand tightly. , the Pang family doesn't belong to you in the first place, you should be content with how much you are given...

"I know father..." Pang Yuanqing said softly, "Don't worry."

Pang Mingshun seemed to feel that he was not far from death, and then he held Han Shaoying's hand and refused to let go. Han Shaoying sat by the bed and accompanied him, listening to Pang Mingshun and him talking about their children when they were young, and the words had begun to preface No postscript, just thinking about what to say.

Mo Ming—had been waiting outside the ward, when Pang Yuanqing came to him.

"Uncle..." Mo Ming called out politely.

Pang Yuanqing looked at Mo Ming calmly through the thin lenses: "I was under my bed that night in the hotel, what did you hear?"

Mo Ming stared slightly.

"I don't quite understand what Uncle means." Mo Ming frowned, and said politely, "Why am I under Uncle's bed? Brother Han will hear this, and Brother Han will misunderstand."

Pang Yuanqing smiled softly: "I don't like it very much when people do tricks behind my back. If you have any questions, you can ask me directly."

"However, most people will subconsciously choose to lie about things that are not good for them." Mo Ming said, "If it is a question that embarrasses uncle, will uncle tell the truth?"

Pang Yuanqing adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and laughed: "Then you might as well ask."

Mo Ming seemed to be joking: "If the Pang family's illegitimate blood is discovered among the people, what will uncle do?"

Pang Yuanqing's eyebrows moved slightly: "If it were you, what would you do?"

Mo Ming thought about it for a moment: "I'm not willing to have the huge assets that I'm about to get robbed, so I might kill him."

Pang Yuanqing looked at the person in front of him calmly: "Murder is illegal."

"Murder is indeed against the law, but who is to blame if you die accidentally?"

"You seem to have something to say."

"There is a ghost in your heart, so you feel that there is something in what others say." Mo Ming rolled his eyes, and said casually, "I was just joking with you, don't take it seriously."

Pang Yuanqing smiled softly: "Xiao Han has you, like a tiger with wings."

"Thank you for your approval."

"Then you have to..." Pang Yuanqing approached Mo Ming's ear, and said gently, "...protect him well."

Pang Mingshun's health didn't get better in two days, and the hospital was accompanied by Pang's family members. In the afternoon, Han Shaoyun received a call from the old man at home, and took Mo Ming back to Chuanhai.

On the way, Han Shaoyun told Mo Ming that the old man already knew that he was bringing someone to see grandpa, and now he is strictly asking him to bring him back to show him immediately.

"I don't know what to do, he got angry on the phone." When Han Shaoyun said this, he looked out of the car window, looking very tangled and helpless, "I have perfunctory him many times, this time I said it was acting He won't believe it."

Mo Ming didn't know how to answer, he lowered his head and rubbed his fingers, Han Shaoyun rolled his eyes at him, and said casually: "Anyway, we can't stop this drama for the time being, in case my grandpa gets angry in advance, you and I have to worry about it." responsible."

"... "

"In this case, you will accompany me home to perform." Han Shaoyun said, "Just like going to my grandpa's house, just to make the old man happy."

Mo Ming was silent for a while, then asked in a low voice: "You, is your grandfather fierce?"

Mr. Han is very famous, even though he has never met him before, Mo Ming has heard of him, and the public has almost mythologized him. He is a big rich and powerful man, with his hands and eyes open to the sky, and his actions are determined to be ruthless.

Han Shaoyun smiled: "Then do you think I'm fierce?"

Mo Ming turned his head to look out the car window: "It was very fierce when it hit my apartment..."

"..." I still remember my revenge.

Han Shaoyun scratched his eyebrows, "This matter is over, let's not talk about it, just say that I am usually fine, right?"

"Right."

"Remove the word 'bar'."

"Correct."

"The old man is better, kind, patient, and more approachable than my grandfather."

Mo Ming looked at Han Shaoyun: "But you told me before that he chased and beat you, and the stick broke."

"... "