Could it be that if you don't like me, I don't even have the right to pursue you!
Obviously at the last moment, this person held his hand forcefully and kissed the back of his hand, but this sentence made Xie Lin dumbfounded.
Hong Yi strode forward with long legs: "I'll cut some fruit for you, what do you like to see, you can find it yourself."
Hong Yi's voice was obviously hurt, but Xie Lin didn't know that Hong Yi's injury was not because he refused to say that he didn't like him, but because he felt sorry for Xie Lin.
Such a good person as Xie Lin should have been held in the palm of his hand and cared for, instead of confining himself in solitude, like a shivering hedgehog that hides when he sees people.
After serving the fruit, Hong Yi watched Xie Lin connect to the Internet and chose a sci-fi cartoon, so he put the fruit plate in front of Xie Lin, sat in the middle of the couch, squinted at Xie Lin quietly, and watched TV Schelling.
It is said that people who love to watch cartoons always retain a bit of innocence in their bones.
He hoped, and so did Schelling.
From the moment he got in the car, Jiang Mingquan was fairly honest. Guo Zi drove, he sat in the passenger seat, while Mo Han and Wu Zeya sat in the back seat. Although Wu Zeya was nearly fifty years old, he was popular all over the country. Together with Wu Zemin as the queen of the music scene, she has been popular for more than ten years.
As long as Mo Han can remember, the orphanage has often played the songs sung by Zeya and Wu Zemin. Until now, their classic songs can still be heard in the streets and alleys.
To be honest, Mo Han is Wu Zeya's little fan, but he never believed that Wu Zeya in reality is as gentle as her singing voice.
After getting off the car, Wu Zeya took Mo Han into the most high-end shopping mall in K City. The law and order here is very good, it is suitable for shopping, and there is no need to worry about being disturbed by movie fans.
At the beginning, Wu Zeya took Mo Han's hand and walked slowly ahead, Jiang Mingquan, Guo Zi and two bodyguards followed behind, but as they walked around, for some reason, Mo Han was hugged by Jiang Mingquan, Wu Zeya also let go of his wrist.
In front of the public, Mo Han was embarrassed and embarrassed, but he didn't dare to push back too much, for fear of attracting more people's attention.
When entering the fifth store, Mo Han was hugged sideways by Jiang Mingquan with his hands and feet bound, while Wu Zeya was holding a lavender pregnant woman's dress on Mo Han's body.
The mother and son tacitly pretended not to see his discomfort, and...
Wu Zeya: "Son, how about this one, Xiaohan has fair skin, it must look good in it."
Jiang Mingquan: "It's better to have pink or light yellow. The assistant of the pregnant woman said that this color can make the pregnant woman happy and improve her mood."
Mo Han pursed his lips: If you stay away from me, I will naturally feel happy!
"Tsk," Wu Zeya pursed her lips and praised: "My son knows how to study these things now, yes, there is progress!"
Mo Han: "That..." Can I say I'm hot!
Wu Zeya didn't seem to hear Mo Han's words, so she turned around and chose a light yellow one: "Waiter, where is the fitting room?"
"This way, please." Since it is a maternity store, the clerk is naturally Shuang'er, watching Jiang Yingdi's stupid clerk open the door of the fitting room: "Please come in."
"Go there." Jiang Mingquan took the clothes in Wu Zeya's hand and waved to the clerk standing at the door of the fitting room: "I'll try on my wife."
Mo Han was surprised: "No, I..."
"Chirp~ Good boy." With a kiss, Jiang Mingquan pulled Mo Han into the fitting room and closed the door of the fitting room.
Mo Han stepped back sharply, his back pressed against the wooden board of the fitting room, his hands folded on his lower abdomen in a protective posture: "You... get out."
"Baby." Jiang Mingquan held Mo Han's waist and pressed against him. He was a head taller than Mo Han. Listen to you, treat you better than Brother Yi treats Shi Rushui."
Jiang Mingquan has always felt that Shi Rushui is arrogant, stubborn, sophisticated, and extremely difficult to coax, which is a thousand times more difficult to coax than Mo Han, who is pure, well-behaved, and small. He hugged her, and let him flatten and round her in the future.
"Jiang Mingquan." The fitting room is not suitable for talking about this matter, Mo Han knew it, but he couldn't hold it back anymore, if he didn't make it clear now, he would suffocate in the next second: "If you give in to me for the sake of the child, you can No need, if you want a child, most people are willing to give birth to you, not just me!"
Jiang Mingquan rubbed Shi Rushui's forehead: "But, I only want you to give birth."
"Xiao Mingxia is willing! Yin Xing is willing! Gong Yaru is willing! Qian Yiyi is also willing! Not only them, but also your thousands of fans!" Mo Han was bored, he couldn't listen to what Jiang Mingquan said: "I What is it, why are you forcing me!"
"Xiao Han!" Jiang Mingquan raised his head abruptly, squinted his peach eyes at Mo Han, gritted his teeth and said, "I admit, I used to love to play, but since I was with you, I haven't had sex with anyone else, those are just hype That's all, if you don't like it, I will... "
"No need!" Mo Han pushed against Jiang Mingquan's chest, and interrupted him with red eyes and a hoarse voice: "No matter who Lin Zige is, I just want to be with him now!"
"Boom!" Jiang Mingquan punched the mahogany partition behind Mo Han, looked at Mo Han's dilated pupils, rolled his throat, then pressed Mo Han, squeezed his lips, and kissed him heavily.
"Son!" Wu Zeya, who was asking the clerk outside the fitting room, was taken aback when she heard that, and quickly knocked on the door and said, "Xiao Han! What's wrong with you!"
Jiang Mingquan ignored the voices outside and ignored Mohan's pushback. He held his hip with one hand and the back of his head with the other, and sealed his lips along the bridge of his nose, kissing him very forcefully.
Until Mo Han's arm weakened due to lack of oxygen and fell into his arms.
Jiang Mingquan said loudly: "It's okay, I'm changing clothes now!"
When the outside became quiet, Jiang Mingquan supported Mo Han to sit on the changing stool, his tall body knelt down in front of Mo Han, held Mo Han's hand and placed it in his heart: "Xiao Han, you blame me for having trouble with other women It doesn't matter if it's a gossip, or if you think I'm violent in bed and hurt you, no matter what the reason is, as long as you tell me, I will change it, okay?"
Jiang Mingquan's life is too smooth, he has almost everything he needs from birth to now, but he is really lacking in coaxing people.
But he didn't think Gao Tianyi's method of coaxing people was so clever, he just said soft words and knelt down to pretend to be a grandson.
At the beginning, he looked down on Mr. Gao, since everyone has come back, is it necessary to be a saint? But when he was forced to this point, he realized that as long as he can make his wife happy, those who are self-sufficient are worth nothing!
In particular, Mo Han's tears fell down in big ones, and Jiang Mingquan was completely panicked.
"Xiao Han, you said we are fine, I was still filming in the mountains, and suddenly I heard that you married someone else, how am I feeling!" Jiang Mingquan hurriedly wiped Mo Han's tears: "Stop making trouble No, you are not good for the child."
"Jiang Mingquan, I'm a toy, what the hell am I a toy!" Finally, Mo Han roared out, his face flushed and his eyes almost crazy: "You said, I'm a toy! You said, don't expect you to marry me!"
"... I... Okay, I was wrong, I'm not angry anymore." Jiang Mingquan saw that Mo Han's emotions would not be appeased for a while, and the small dressing room held his breath again. He quickly threw away the clothes in his hand, carried Mo Han out of the fitting room .
Wu Zeya, who heard the noise outside, saw Jiang Mingquan coming out with Mo Han in her arms, and hurriedly made way for Jiang Mingquan, and followed Jiang Mingquan to leave the maternity clothing store quickly.
When they arrived at the coffee shop on the second floor, Wu Zeya waved Guo Zi and another bodyguard to find a place by themselves, then followed Jiang Mingquan to a quiet cubicle, and ordered two cups of coffee and a fruit drink.
"Xiao Han," Wu Zeya sat across the table, stretched out her hand to hold Mo Han's hand held in Jiang Mingquan's arms, and asked cautiously, "Are you okay?"
Mo Han's shoulders trembled violently, and he was obviously crying. He didn't want to get close to Jiang Mingquan, but he had no choice but to bury his head in Jiang Mingquan's arms.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Jiang Mingquan felt very distressed, and lowered his head to kiss the little side of Mo Han's exposed forehead: "It's all my fault, you can beat me and scold me, please stop crying, okay?"
Jiang Mingquan coaxed him for a while with a soft voice, and finally Mo Han in his arms really opened his mouth and bit his chest, and he gritted his teeth in pain and dared not make a sound.
After all, Mo Han was Mo Han, pure and soft-hearted, after he regained consciousness, he withdrew from Jiang Mingquan's arms, took the tissue from Wu Zeya, sat beside Jiang Mingquan, lowered his head and sobbed in a choked voice: "Auntie, I'm sorry. "
"It's okay." Wu Zeya pushed the juice in front of Jiang Mingquan: "It's good that Xiaohan is okay."
Jiang Mingquan fed Mo Han the juice, and saw that Mo Han took a sip cooperatively, his heart softened into a puddle of water: "Baby, biting is not enough, I will continue to bite you when I go back, as long as you can forgive me."
"Cough!" Wu Zeya glared at Jiang Mingquan, not letting him continue the topic: "Xiao Han, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? If you're tired, we can go back."
Mo Han pursed his lips: "I... can do anything."
In fact, he didn't want to go back immediately. With his appearance, Lin Zige might worry about him again.
Mo Han and Jiang Mingquan were separated for three months, and Jiang Mingquan caught up. His love and fantasies for Jiang Mingquan have not completely faded, so he was easily captured.
Although he did not accept Jiang Mingquan on the surface, his heart had already been shaken, especially the arrival of Wu Zeya, which played a great role in soothing his doubts and anxiety.
Wu Zeya has lived in the upper circle since she was a child, and the criteria for choosing a daughter-in-law are also very vicious. A long time ago, Jiang Mingquan set many rules and regulations. Jiang Mingquan even joked that she wanted a fairy daughter-in-law, but she is a kind person after all.
Yu Gong, she sympathizes with Mo Han's experience, and is full of pity for Mo Han. Selfishly, Mo Han's heart is the flesh and blood of the Jiang family. Children are full of expectations.
Wu Zeya wanted Jiang Mingquan to have space to get along with Mo Han, and even said that he wanted to take Mo Han to taste a special dish, Mo Han's mood eased a little, Jiang Ming Quan also advanced and retreated after learning the lesson, and the atmosphere of lunch was not bad.
In the villa, only Xie Lin and Hong Yi sat opposite each other, and the lunch time was even more warm.
However, for Schelling, there are only weird things that make him feel like he is sitting on pins and needles.
In particular, this lunch was cooked by Hong Yi himself.
Shrimp spaghetti, two cold dishes with mint corn soup, even if Xie Lin had been a cook, he had to admit that Hong Yi's cooking skills were really good, and the food was very to his liking, especially the mint corn soup, Fragrant soft and delicious.
But as a cook, Xie Lin ate a big bowl of noodles and drank the last half bowl of soup.
When Xie Lin took the tissue, he heard Hong Yi say: "Next time I can cook fish for you, I'm learning now."
"..." Xie Lin wiped his mouth and stood up: "Thank you."
"Put it down." Hong Yi also stood up and took Xie Lin's hand to put away the plate: "Let the servant take it later."
"Okay." Xie Lin put down the plate and took his wrist out of Hong Yi's hand: "I'll go upstairs to rest first."
"Xie Lin." Xie Lin didn't take two steps, but was grabbed by Hong Yi. When Xie Lin turned his head, he smiled softly: "Sleep right after eating is not good for your health. The weather is not too hot. I'll accompany you to the Osmanthus grove for a walk, and rest in half an hour."
"..." Xie Lin lowered his head and pursed his lips: "Okay."
The Tiancheng villa is older, but age has its advantages. The plane trees in the villa are all thick and tall, with luxuriant branches and leaves. The shady world built in this scorching summer makes Xie Lin feel very refreshing.
After all, it was midsummer, and there were few pedestrians in the sweet-scented osmanthus forest after one o'clock. After walking from the foot of the mountain to the mountain, after ten minutes, he and Hong Yi were left alone.
The sweet-scented osmanthus is in full bloom. Xie Lin sniffs the fragrant air and slowly relaxes. Looking at the distant scenery, he feels a sense of relief from the dullness of last night.
"do not move."
Hong Yi suddenly stretched out his hand over as he spoke, Xie Lin saw it, subconsciously took a step back, tripped over a stone on his heel, and staggered back suddenly, the cigarette held by Hong Yi's other hand fell instantly, and his arm She reached out and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into her arms.
"I told you not to move." Hong Yi raised the corners of his lips subtly, took out a willow leaf from Xie Lin's hair, and shook it in front of him: "You have leaves in your hair."
Xie Lin glanced at the slender willow leaves that were still green, turned his head away with a blushing face, grabbed Hong Yi's left hand that was wrapped around his waist and pushed down: "...Thank you."
When Hong Yi, who was about to let him go, saw Xie Lin's shy look, his heart trembled: "Why don't you give me a kiss?"
Xie Lin was stunned, his jaw was pinched by Hong Yi the next moment, and Hong Yi pressed his slightly parted lips tightly, and his breath was taken away instantly: "Um..."
Xie Lin was stunned, his eyes widened and his body stiffened.
However, Hong Yi didn't seem to be satisfied with this slight touch. He rolled the hand that pinched Hong Yi's chin to the back of his head, held the back of his head, and rubbed Xie Lin's lips with his lips.
Just when Xie Lin pushed the hand on his chest and grabbed it hard because of the suffocation in his lungs, Hong Yi's extremely possessive tongue pushed against his lips and slipped in, like a wild horse crazily absorbing Xie Lin's sweetness.
Xie Lin was so dazed by the kiss, his mouth was filled with the masculine taste of a pure man, and the faint smell of smoke intoxicated his mind like strong wine, making him gradually give up struggling and forgetting to resist.
This kind of intimacy between lovers lasted for a full two minutes. When Xie Lin's meekness pushed Hong Yi to the edge of losing control, Xie Lin's numb tongue could not help but flinch, as if responding with temptation .