"I don't like men, I only like you." Wen Yan said affectionately, looking at Xiao Mo with tender eyes.
Xiao Mo had a cold face and turned Wen Yan's head straight in a serious manner.
"Drive well, I don't want to see your and my names on the traffic news tomorrow."
Wen Yan nodded obediently: "Well, let's try to get our names on the entertainment headlines."
Xiao Mo: "." I have never seen such a shameless person.
"Nuomi Tuan, I found that I was too strict with you before." Xiao Mo said guiltily.
The glutinous rice ball moved its furry ball figure. Dad finally realized his mistake. He was so cute.
Just when it was about to forgive Xiao Mo generously, Xiao Mo said: "In terms of shamelessness, you are really far behind Wen Yan!"
Nuomi Tuan: [Daddy, I wonder why there is a hint of disgust in your words... ]
"NO, I have not"
"You have it"
"NO, I have not"
"You have it"
Xiao Mo patted his pocket, and the glutinous rice ball shrank into a ball in fear. Xiao Mo said: "I hate repeaters the most."
Mochi:[! ! !]
Wen Yan brought Xiao Mo to a decent Western restaurant. Wen Yan asked Xiao Mo what he liked to eat in a very gentlemanly manner. Xiao Mo looked at the menu and ordered a few expensive dishes rudely. Xiao Mo knew that that little money was nothing in Wen Yan's eyes, but Xiao Mo just wanted to give in to him.
Wen Yan knew that Xiao Mo was angry, so he let her do it. In his eyes, when the boy was angry, he was like a crazy kitten, raising its fluffy cat paws and wanting to hit people in the face.
Wen Yan felt that all the young man's little tempers turned into soft coquettishness in front of him. He even once wondered whether the young man had poisoned him before he died, so he pampered him for no reason.
The young man's eating appearance was very elegant, just like the aristocrats from ancient Europe. Every move was beautiful and just right. The young man's beauty became the most beautiful scenery in the western restaurant. When Wen Yan sent away the nth person who came to chat with him, , Wen Yan was disgusted. He looked at the young man's exquisite and unparalleled profile, and thought darkly, using silver chains to tightly trap the young man's delicate ankles, imprisoning her in a place he only knew, so that the young man would not He will no longer be coveted by others, and the young man can stay with him forever.
He suddenly said: "Xiao Mo, how about you try to accept me? I will give you everything you want. As long as you tell me, I will get whatever you want for you."
"I will get whatever I want without anyone else's help." The young man looked at him and said every word.
The young man seemed to be his curse, his inseparable concern. He desperately wanted the young man to give him an equal response in this relationship, but he forgot that the young man did not love him at all.
"Xiao Mo, I seem to have fallen in love with you."
Xiao Mo looked at the love in his eyes and shook his head. It was definitely not the love between a man and a woman, but the possessiveness of a naughty child who suddenly discovered an interesting toy.
"No, Wen Yan, it's not me you like," Xiao Mo touched his face and continued, "but my skin."
Now it was Wen Yan's turn to be confused. Isn't the boy's face also a part of the boy? He likes the boy's delicate and beautiful face, and likes the boy's interesting and humorous temperament. Isn't this love
"Wen Yan, you don't like me at all, but you treat me as an unobtainable toy. It's all because of your possessiveness."
(End of chapter)