"Come, come, fill up."
"Good drinker."
On the wine table, the cups are intertwined, you come and I go. Xu Yi didn't mention it, but Mo Fan dutifully did the job of blocking the wine. Xu Yi glanced worriedly at Mo Fan's face, which was becoming more rosy from drinking too much, and quietly took him away from the wine table.
"I drink very well."
Mo Fan looked at Xu Yi suspiciously. Isn't it natural to block drinks for the boss? Having been with Xu Yi for so long, Mo Fan still knows that Xu Yi doesn't like drinking.
"Go and call the driver over, we'll go back right away."
Mo Fan nodded, his turbid brain woke up for a moment when it was blown by the cold wind after leaving the warm private room.
The people in the private room are all Xu Yi's friends who have business contacts on the road. They are said to be friends, but the relationship of interests is more closely integrated.
This kind of gathering is not just about eating and drinking. An assistant has already booked a private room in the entertainment club, waiting for them to go.
Xu Yi didn't want to take Mo Fan to that kind of smoky place, even though Mo Fan came out from there and knew a thing or two about the situation inside. Since the meal was over, Xu Yi didn't stay, excused that he had to be busy, and walked out of the restaurant amidst other people winking.
The car was already parked at the door, the driver opened the back seat door and said in embarrassment, "Master Xu, Mo Fan..."
Xu Yi waved his hand to show that he didn't care, but he relaxed his movements and sat next to the young man who was leaning on the back of the seat and closed his eyes, not knowing whether he was asleep or awake.
When I drink it, I don't feel much, but when a cold wind blows, the stamina of the wine will come up. Mo Fan originally planned to sit in the car for a while, but the feeling of dizziness became more and more obvious. Even if he knew that someone was sitting next to him, he couldn't open his eyes.
The young man's fair cheeks were pink, the end of his eyes were also red, and his brows were slightly wrinkled. Without the flattery and flattery he had when facing him, Xu Yi felt that the young man was more attractive.
Breathing lightly and shallowly, the hair draped softly on the forehead, Jie Yu trembling lightly like a bunny, there is no extra smell on the young man who smells like wine, only a faint scent of wine, mellow and sweet.
Xu Yi raised his hand to gently stroke the young man's forehead hair, his eyes fixed on the gorgeous and moist lips, and his breathing became a little short.
The young man twiddled Xu Yi's heartstrings without realizing it, and leaned towards him lightly as if he had been bewitched. The young man's face gradually enlarged in front of Xu Yi, Xu Yi's Adam's apple moved slightly, and the two breaths intertwined.
Suddenly, the car jolted. Xu Yi stabilized his body, stepped back, and glanced in the rearview mirror with warning eyes. The driver carefully looked away, sweating profusely.
Did he see something he shouldn't see...
In the shock, Mo Fan moved his body and turned his head to the side near the car window. The delicate profile of the young man was flickering in the lights of the passing vehicles on the road, and the outline could not be seen clearly.
Xu Yi let out a breath, like a sigh of regret. Along the way, his eyes never left the young man's face.
Xu Yi opened a room for the young man, but when he got to the hotel, the young man refused to get out of the car, muttering that he wanted to go home. In desperation, Xu Yi asked the driver to take him back.
Xu Yi remembered Mo Fan's address very clearly. The road in the old city was full of potholes, and the car was wobbly and unsteady, but Mo Fan seemed to have gotten used to this kind of wobbling, and his frowning brows relaxed a little.
When he arrived at the door of the house, Mo Fan still refused to get out of the car. When Xu Yi was about to take him back, the door opened.
A small figure came out with his back to the light, with a cold expression, he glanced at Xu Yi, and softened when he saw the familiar figure in the car.
"uncle."
Mo Fan was in a daze, but subconsciously responded softly. Mo Wei's face softened a bit, he stood in front of the open car door, stretched out his hand, and said to Mo Fan, "Uncle, you're home."
Mo Fan waved his hand in the air, as if he was looking for something, until he touched Mo Wei's hand, he stopped and got out of the car following the opponent's force.
Xu Yi put a hand on the unsteady person's hand, and was about to help him walk inside.
"Uncle, thank you for taking uncle home."
Mo Wei glanced vaguely at the tall back of the other party, looked at his thin body and small palms, a light flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared like a hallucination.
The aunt who chased Mo Wei out from the door saw Mo Fan's drunk appearance, and helped him to the sofa in the living room. And Mo Wei has been following behind the two of them, waiting for Mo Fan to sit down before speaking.
"You are Mo Fan's nephew." At this time, at this age, there was no one else in this place except Mo Fan's 8-year-old nephew.
However, this kid was a bit beyond his expectations.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Xu Yi asked in his most gentle voice.
"No, Auntie is here, thank you Uncle."
The child looked at him with vigilance, Xu Yi secretly shook his head, just as if the child was afraid of him as a stranger, he took one last look at Mo Fan and turned to leave the door.
Mo Wei stared closely at Xu Yi's back, even though the person had disappeared from his sight, he did not move. Until the sound of a car starting outside the door, Mo Wei closed the door as if waking up from a dream, and returned to the living room beside Mo Fan.
Instructing Auntie to cook hangover soup and drive people away, Mo Wei held the bowl and said, "Uncle, drink some."
Mo Fan's half-opened eyes were out of focus, and he stared at Mo Wei's direction for a long time, then suddenly his pupils shrank, and he raised his hand and knocked over the bowl in Mo Wei's hand.
The crisp sound of the porcelain bowl hitting the ground and shattering was heard. Auntie was startled and dared not go out to check. These days, she also understands that although Mo Wei is young, he has his own ideas and is not as easy to coax as ordinary children.
At first, she thought it would be easy to take care of a child, but when she coaxed the child with a different idea and was stared at by the other's dark eyes, the aunt suddenly felt a feeling of being stared at by a wild beast, and she felt like she was being watched by a wild animal. There was a chill. From then on, she put away her little thoughts and concentrated on taking care of Mo Wei's life, not daring to neglect her in the slightest.
"Didn't you leave? Why do you want to come back?" Mo Fan raised his voice suddenly, sat up straight, and stared at the person in front of him.
Mo Wei's face did not have any resemblance to Mo Fan's, but it was somewhat similar to Xu Weiya's, blending Xu Weiya's perfect facial features and adding masculine lines.
Especially those eyes, when Mo Wei looked at Mo Fan intently and full of emotion, Mo Fan would always suddenly come back to the time when they were in love. But at this moment, the eyes that he once loved so much can only arouse his anger and irritability.
Mo Wei's hand stopped in the air, maintaining the movement of holding the bowl, the shadow cast by the thick eyelashes covered the look in the eyes.
Why does the uncle still think about the person who is called his mother by blood? Isn't it just him and his uncle
Mo Wei looked sad and stood quietly. Mo Fan was unconscious and mistook Mo Wei for Xu Weiya. He interpreted the other party's sadness as superficial hypocrisy, and pushed her to the ground.
The straight back collided with the glass table, and there was a dull pain from the place where it touched. Mo Wei didn't resist at all, and sat down on the ground following Mo Fan's push.
"Don't pretend to be pitiful. I've seen through you. I've seen too many such scenes. You're a slut. As long as you have money, even a beggar will come to you, right?"
Mo Fan showed madness on his face, and those dark and depressed negative emotions that were deliberately suppressed in order to take care of the children surged up.
Stretching out his hand to lift the unsightly "woman" who had collapsed on the ground clutching the neckline, Mo Fan still held it on the sofa, with such force that the small body of the person bounced several times before coming to a stillness.
"Am I not good enough for you? Why leave me?"
Mo Fan gritted his teeth and said the words of weakness, tightly imprisoning the person under him, strong enough to leave a deep purple mark.
From the beginning to the end, Mo Wei's expression was very calm, listening to Mo Fan's crazy or affectionate words, his eyes were dark. It wasn't until his energy was exhausted that Mo Fan calmed down and fell asleep on the sofa.
Mo Wei's body was covered in bruises, and there were mild or severe pains everywhere, but he acted as if nothing had happened, and asked his aunt to help him carry him to the bed in the room.
The quiet young man is quiet and beautiful, completely different from his previous image. Mo Wei took off the clothes on Mo Fan's body, and didn't help him change into his pajamas because of his small size. After dealing with himself, he got into the bed with the body's body temperature, his small arms tightly wrapped around Mo Fan's waist, Showing a comfortable expression, he fell asleep peacefully.
Consciousness returned, a small body clinging to him, exuding heat, Mo Fan hadn’t felt this way for a long time, as if he had returned to the time when the two lived together in the same house.
Mo Fan, who showed a kind smile, touched the child's soft hair, and placed a light kiss on the other's smooth forehead. Covering the corner of the quilt, he lifted up the quilt that had slipped slightly due to his actions. Mo Fan was about to take the little hand around him, but his eyes were fixed on the child's delicate wrist.
A circle of bruises and blackish bruises surrounded the opponent's wrist, making people think of the picture of sadism.
Mo Fan didn't care about the child's sound sleep, so he woke up and asked sharply, "What's going on?!"
The child bowed his head in silence.
Mo Fan eased his tone, "Tell Uncle, if someone bullied you, Uncle will help you get justice."
But the child shook his head and whispered, "I injured myself when I was playing, and it's none of other people's business."
Mo Fan naturally didn't believe it, such a mark was obviously not left by ordinary playfulness. But the child refused to speak, so Mo Fan had to put the matter aside and prepare breakfast for the child.
Mo Fan, who hasn't made breakfast himself for a long time, is not unfamiliar with his skills, which can be seen from the satisfied expression on the child's face.
After sending the child out, Mo Fan called Xu Yi and apologized to him for yesterday's dereliction of duty. Xu Yi comforted him casually, and gave him a day off, telling him to take a good rest.
After Mo Wei learned how to ride a bicycle, she didn't need her aunt to send her off, and went to school by bicycle every day. After Mo Fan found out, he didn't object, so Auntie didn't care anymore.
Mo Fan, who didn't get the answer from the child, didn't give up and asked his aunt for questioning. Auntie's eyes flickered, she hesitated and couldn't say a word, looking at him with a trace of fear in her eyes.
Mo Fan said, "If you don't tell the truth, it's not as simple as dismissing."
The scene she saw by chance flashed through her mind, her knees softened, she sat down on the ground, and told the truth.
Mo Fan's eyes were complicated. Auntie was trembling, and asked people to go back to the room.