Han Shiyu was stunned for a while, then got out obediently. Looking back at the three teammates in the room, they didn't say a word.
Yang Mo didn't say a word, he walked in front, Han Shiyu followed behind, and said like an ant and gnat, "Brother..."
It was not until he walked downstairs and reached the lake that Yang Mo stopped. There are many students chatting and laughing by the sleeping lake, leisurely doing activities during the break time.
Yang Mo sat on the stone bench, pointed at the crowded place with his chin, and said, "Aren't you an expert in chatting up?"
"Go," Yang Mo said coldly, "Let me pay tribute."
Han Shiyu: "..."
He didn't expect Yang Mo to come to him suddenly, this was the first time. This sugar is enough for Han Shiyu to touch it for a day. But he didn't have time to be happy. Now Han Shiyu is pitiful and helpless. He bit his lip and said, "Are you willing?"
Yang Mo was indifferent.
Han Shiyu broke the jar and said, "Then I'll go."
Just took two steps, and sure enough, a voice came from behind: "You dare."
Han Shiyu's mouth pursed into a line, quietly retreated to Yang Mo's side, and said, "Don't dare."
The two just sat like this, watching groups of people pass by by the lake, playfulness floated from their ears, and finally there was a moment of silence.
Yang Mo glanced at Han Shiyu beside him. He always felt that after meeting this person, his behavior and emotions became younger.
He didn't want to be angry with him anymore. He was better at solving problems directly, so he sighed and went straight to the topic: "Are you free tonight?"
Han Shiyu turned to look at him and said, "Yes."
"Go to the barbecue stall at the entrance of the East Campus," Yang Mo said, "drinking."
Yang Mo said: "Go to bed after drinking."
Hearing this, it took Han Shiyu a long time to remember how to blink, and his Adam's apple moved round.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Yang Mo wondered, "Why, can't you drink?"
"Yes, of course I can..." Han Shiyu used a smile to cover up the beating of his heart, and he immediately smiled: "To tell you the truth, I am a person who can't pour a thousand cups.
Yang Mo doesn't like to care about children: "...Oh."
…
Yang Mo knew that Han Shiyu's nonsense was unbelievable.
He had never been dipped in alcohol, and at first taste it still tasted average. In this way, he vomited the little white dragon in the waves.
Yang Mo thanked the proprietress for her kindness to find someone to send the two back, and called a taxi.
Drivers generally don't like to carry these drunks, especially those drunks like Han Shiyu whose speech nerves are stimulated by alcohol, and their mouths are endless.
The old master frowned and said to Yang Mo: "You look good on him, if you want to vomit, pick up a bag."
Han Shiyu said confidently: "I'm not drunk, how could I possibly vomit."
Yang Mo physically shut him up, then returned to the driver and said, "Okay."
On the way to drive, Han Shiyu stepped forward, grabbed the gap between the two driver's seats, and chatted with the driver.
Han Shiyu: "Uncle, do you have a partner?"
The teacher said, "My daughter has gone to college."
The delirious Han Shiyu couldn't figure out the side expression, and said, "That's not it."
Yang Mo: "."
The old master burst out laughing, and could only coax him: "Yes, yes, no."
Han Shiyu proudly said, "I have."
He pointed to himself, raised his head and said, "Yours is definitely not as beautiful as mine."
Teacher: "Didn't you just say that I don't have any..."
Yang Mo quickly pulled this shameful thing over and said, "Sit down."
Han Shiyu smiled and planted his head, which smelled of alcohol, on Yang Mo's shoulder and couldn't get up.
The old master glanced behind him in the rearview mirror and asked, "You guys are studying at Shouda University."
"Well." Yang Mo replied.
Give Han Shiyu a shoulder to sleep, and he will be quiet.
The teacher smiled and said, "This is your classmate."
"Huh?!" Han Shiyu suddenly got up, bumped into Yang Mo's jaw, and shouted, "This is me..."
"Tsk," Yang Mo grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him to the seat, saying, "Shut up!"
Han Shiyu buried his face on the pillow in the back seat, groaned and said something vague: "...boyfriend."
…
After a long time of trouble, this guy fell asleep when he arrived at the hotel. Yang Mo spent a lot of effort and carried him to the room and threw him on the bed.
He sat messy on the edge of the bed.
What was originally intended to be done is not possible.
If someone told Yang Mo before that your sex life will go through difficulties and obstacles and twists and turns - this will definitely be educated by Yang Mo.
But he now finds out that this proposition only needs one condition: the person you are talking about is an idiot.
No way, Yang Mo had to get up and take a bath first.
When he came back, Han Shiyu was still lying on his back in his original position, and when Yang Mo walked over, he could hear his soft breathing.
Perhaps because of the stamina of alcohol, Yang Mo's blood flowed very fast, and he could feel the force of his chest being hit by his heart.
He waited on the sleeping young master to undress.
Han Shiyu was only wearing a white shirt, and when the buttons were about to be unbuttoned, Yang Mo's fingers touched his waist and abdomen - strong and well-ordered muscles.
Yang Mo pinched it a bit, remembering the person's unpretentious cowardice, and commented: "It's just a show."
Han Shiyu felt cold and hummed.
He didn't even open his eyes, and said to himself, "Senior..."
Yang Mo: "What are you doing?"
Han Shiyu smacked his lips and said, "Either call it... Yang Han, or Han Yang... Let's cast lots..."
Yang Mo didn't understand his drunken babble, and asked in confusion, "What?"
Han Shiyu said, "The child's... name."
Yang Mo: "..."
He said, "Where is the child?"
"That's right... Where did it come from?" Han Shiyu was also confused and frowned, "... Can you give birth?"
Yang Mo: "Go away."
Han Shiyu laughed a few times.
"I can't bear your hard work, so I don't want it anymore." Han Shi
Yu whispered, "I really like you."
Yang Mo didn't get to the point where he wanted to talk to a drunken fool about his rhetoric. He just rubbed his hair and curled up his lips.
When staring at Han Shiyu, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated for a moment, and his eyes suddenly couldn't move.
Han Shiyu's lips were still muttering in a mess. Yang Mo leaned down and blocked the chatter from his mouth with a kiss.
Originally it was just a simple lip contact, until Han Shiyu slowly opened his teeth, and the entanglement became out of control.
This kiss messed up Yang Mo's neat line of reason, and he reached out to unbutton the rest of the man.
He seemed to feel the burning gaze, slowly opened his eyes, and found that Han Shiyu had been staring at him intently.
The lips and teeth were separated, and Yang Mo asked, "Are you awake?"
Han Shiyu snorted, pressed his head down in dissatisfaction, and continued to kiss.
Yang Mo continued to move on to the next step with instinct. In the gap of his breath, he went to look for T in the bedside table and said, "If it hurts, tell me..."
Before he finished speaking, Han Shiyu bit his lower lip reluctantly, turned over by the way, and turned to the guest.
Yang Mo found that he was not awake, and he didn't know how to use his energy at all, just like a wolf cub eating meat with teeth, he nibbled at his Adam's apple from his ear.
Yang Mo snorted and wanted to break free, but found that he couldn't move.
He couldn't use his strength, and the strength of his hands was extremely strong.
Yang Mo shouted, "Han Shiyu!"
The throbbing Adam's apple was gently sipped with some saliva, and the culprit was deaf, but took the T in his hand and untied it.
Han Shiyu said, "Brother... I want to fuck you."
Yang Mo: "..."
He freed one hand, propped Han Shiyu's chest and pushed him away, his ears were red, he frowned and said, "Did you misunderstand..."
Han Shiyu hugged his waist tightly, buried his head in his neck, and said in a low voice, "Let me go... ok, brother..."
He shouted over and over again, with a childlike nasal voice of grievance: "Finally, senior, brother... I want to go to... "
Yang Mo: "."
…
With the statement and warning issued by Han Shiyu, the hot search started to drop again after another round.
Han Shiyu himself did not cherish feathers that much. The investigation and control are very strict only in the private affairs of their own family, and there will be some cleaning and flow restrictions on the speech that violates privacy in this regard.
People gradually forgot about it, and went to the rest of the fresh melon fields.
The actress also responded very appropriately, and in short, there was no major problem.
But when Han Shiyu wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, an uninvited guest came to the house.
When Han Shiyu opened the door, he was stunned for a moment, and then called out, "Dad?"
It was Lao Yang who was standing at the door. He was carrying a big bag of things. After Han Shiyu called out, he quickly bent over to carry it.
He asked, "You want to come and tell us so I can pick you up."
Lao Yang nodded, changed into the slippers that Han Shiyu brought, and walked into the house.
He saw the gleaming large print facing him.
Lao Yang: "..."
He said, "... your calligraphy is very good."
Yang Mo heard the voice and came out. He was a little surprised when he saw Lao Yang, and said, "Why did you come here suddenly, is there anything at home?"
Old Yang frowned and stared at Yang Mo with a very complicated look.
Yang Mo: "?"
He had often experienced this kind of look before, so that he had the illusion that Lao Yang would blurt out a "unsatisfactory thing" next.
Lao Yang said, "It's fine."
He asked, "Where's Yang Han?"
Yang Mo: "She goes to school today."
Lao Yang: "Oh."
Yang Mo said, "Let's stay here for a few days. It's almost the weekend, and Yang Han will be back."
Lao Yang thought for a while, then he said, "Okay."
Han Shiyu was packing up what Lao Yang had brought, and Lao Yang said, "Yu, come here, don't leave your work alone, let Yang Mo do it."
Han Shiyu smiled and said, "Damn, why would you want to?"
Intuition told Yang Mo that Lao Yang seemed to have something he wanted to tell Han Shiyu. He guessed it would be the hot search scandal, so he asked, "Dad, have you read the gossip news?"
Lao Yang frowned and said, "Tsk, you go and do the work first, you don't have any eyesight."
Yang Mo shrugged and had no choice but to move things into the kitchen to make room for Lao Yang and Han Shiyu.
Han Shiyu boiled water for tea, placed a cup, and asked carefully, "Dad... what's the matter."
Lao Yang didn't say anything, but chatted with him for a long time, and when Yang Mo finished the meal and was about to serve it, Lao Yang slowly cut to the point.
Lao Yang said, "You guys... that fun place, it's doing well."
Han Shiyu smiled and said, "It's normal..."
Han Shiyu knew too well the temperament of Lao Yang and Yang Mo, and knew that he must be paying attention to the developments in society about them all the time, and he must have watched that speech.
Because the two had been secretly dating for many years, Lao Yang and Han Shiyu had a heart-to-heart chat with Han Shiyu for two hours. This time, it was probably also aimed at the goal of a few hours.
Han Shiyu also thought it was a scandal, so he explained first: "The hot search is a misunderstanding, the paparazzi secretly filmed rumors, and it has been resolved..."
Lao Yang shook his head and said, "I know it's a misunderstanding."
Han Shiyu: "Then you..."
Lao Yang continued his topic and said, "Aren't you guys interesting... Do you have a column?"
Lao Yang: "I've read some of the articles inside."
Han Shiyu: "."
He thought that Lao Yang was paying attention to them, but he never expected that he would actually watch Fanwen.
Han Shiyu suddenly had a very bad feeling and slowly climbed up from behind.
Sure enough, Lao Yang's expression became serious, and he pushed the phone with the article "Rain Star" on the screen.
"Tell me the truth."
Old Yang, who had always believed that his son was the attacking side, frowned and asked, "You and Yang Mo, who is above and who is below."