The president loves the little monster

In the past, Meng Mo had dreamed of the sweet married life between him and Uncle Dragon King countless times, and even imagined many scenes of Xiaobie Sheng's wedding, kissing and hugging, a sweet date, and then Tianlei hooked The ground is on fire, and all kinds of difficult and restricted-level plays are staged... He has thought of everything, except that he did not expect that the first reunion after marriage would start with a quarrel.

—To be exact, it was his unilateral attack.

After arriving at the company, Meng Mo asked his assistant to go back to rest first, threw his luggage at the front desk, and went straight to the office on the top floor. He met Miss Xiao Wei at the door and greeted her with a friendly smile. In the middle of the night, he stretched out his foot and kicked Ao Qin's office door with a "bang".

He was very strong, and with a crisp cracking sound, the tempered glass door shattered and shattered glass shards flew everywhere.

...The result was that he didn't control the angle properly, a shard of broken glass grazed the back of his hand, cut the skin, and blood gushed out instantly.

Hearing the sound, Ao Qin raised his head, his eyes swept over him coldly, but the moment he saw him clearly, the ice melted and the snow melted, and the flowers bloomed in the warmth of spring, his eyes were filled with a gentle smile like the warm spring sun, he snapped Closing the notebook, standing up and stepping across the debris on the ground, he hugged him in his arms, his voice full of uncontrollable joy: "Momo, you're back!"

"……Um."

What about indifference?Say good love and ignore it?

Most of the anger in Meng Mo's heart went down in an instant, but he still had to ask what should be asked, so he stretched out his hand and pushed Ao Qin away: "I have something to say..."

Before he finished speaking, Ao Qin frowned, stretched out his hand to hold his bleeding hand, gave him a helpless and distressed look, lowered his head and sucked his wound.

Meng Mo only felt that the back of his hand was warm, soft, numb and itchy, and he couldn't speak out when he questioned him.

Ao Qin carefully kissed away the blood on the back of his hand. Under the effect of divine power, the wound healed almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, but Ao Qin was still worried, and hugged him horizontally until he was in the lounge Then I moved the medicine box out, dipped a cotton swab with iodophor, disinfected it carefully, and pasted a row of Band-Aids—it looked like a centipede with teeth and claws.

The corner of Meng Mo's mouth twitched, a little dumbfounded.

Ao Qin was still worried, and carefully inspected the naked/exposed skin all over his body like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, and then he was slightly relieved, and asked in a low voice: "Is there any pain?"

Meng Mo has been completely lost his temper by him: "...It's gone."

What about indifference?What about empathizing with each other?

How could he ask questions like this?

Meng Mo glanced at Ao Qin, opened his mouth, but couldn't ask a word.

In fact, he knew in his heart that even if Ao Qin didn't treat him so well today, it would be difficult for him to ask these words out.

Last night he tossed and turned all night, typing thousands of times in his mind, he wanted to ask him why he came back so late every night, why he smelled of someone else's perfume, why hung up on him in a hurry?Is...is there someone out there?

But he dared not.

He was afraid that Ao Qin would answer - "yes".Yes, he fell in love with someone else, that's why he went back so late every night, that's why he refused to go to bed with him, that's why he smelled of someone else's perfume, that's why he hung up on him in such a hurry yesterday...

He was afraid that Ao Qin would say sorry to him, and he still couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart, so in the future, they should be the uncles and nephews before.He will treat him as his closest family member and best friend, and will always, forever, always take care of him and protect him... except that it is impossible to be a husband and wife.

He is afraid...

But long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. If Ao Qin is determined to break up with him, there will be such a day sooner or later.That's why Meng Mo armed himself with anger, arrogance, and violence... But he never expected that the "invincible" defense he had built for himself all night would be destroyed in just a few minutes. The inside fell apart.

There's no slag left.

Meng Mo, Meng Mo, you are really screwed!

He gritted his teeth, and really wanted to ask the question out loud, but when the words came to his mouth, it became: "Ao Qin, why don't you let me take "Fatal Illusion"?"

"A male second, what's there to pick up?" Ao Qin avoided his gaze, reached out and took a script from the bedside table, "Look at this, the male lead of the big IP youth campus inspirational drama, the character design ..."

"Don't change the subject!"

Ao Qin was silent for two seconds: "Yes, Director Wang's team is good, but he is a gold medal director, so why not shoot his inspirational dramas and spy films? What kind of psychological suspense dramas? How many good actors are filming this drama? Chong Laoshizi became depressed and committed suicide... If the actor really can't make a play, can he bear the responsibility?"

It turned out that Ao Qin was worried about this.

Meng Mo was a little dumbfounded, but his heart was warm: "It's okay, I'm not human. If you are really worried, go to Taishang Laojun and ask me for a heart-cleaning talisman..."

Ao Qin: "No!"

"This show is very important to me," Meng Mo looked straight into his eyes, "If you're really worried, teach me the Purifying Mantra...I know you will."

Ao Qin: "If I say no, I won't!"

Meng Mo: "..."

Can you speak well?

Ao Qin also seemed to realize that his tone was wrong, put his arms around his waist, and said sullenly: "That character is gay, and he has an intimate scene with the male lead, I...I'm jealous."

Meng Mo: "..."

In the past, Ao Qin was jealous of him, not to mention how happy he was, but this time when he heard him say that, he instantly became angry, couldn't help but sneered, and pushed him away: "Jealous? When you get married, you leave early in the morning every day, and you don’t come back after midnight, and you don’t know what kind of goblin you go out to have a good time with. I went out to record programs for several days, and I didn’t even make a phone call. I finally made a call, no He hung up after saying a few words, and said softly to the little goblin, 'sorry, ok, right away'... You tell me now that you are jealous? I am not jealous yet, is it your turn to be jealous?"

Ao Qin was stupefied, what kind of goblin was he thinking?

Where is the second goblin besides you?

Injustice!

But when he thought about it in turn, he immediately understood what was going on.

In the end, it was because he, the husband, didn't do a good job, didn't explain clearly, and didn't explain clearly, which made his sweetheart feel wronged.

Ao Qin felt distressed and guilty for a moment, looked up into Meng Mo's eyes: "Mo Mo, I..."

However, Meng Mo didn't listen to his explanation at all, gave him a hard look, turned around and ran away.

He ran very fast, and when Ao Qin chased him down the stairs, he saw Meng Mo's nanny car leaving behind only a trail of exhaust fumes.

Ao Qin: "..."

Meng Mo went downstairs only to find that the assistant Xiao Wang hadn't left, and was still looking after his big suitcase in the rest area on the first floor.

He was a little surprised: "Didn't I say to give you half a day off? Why are you still here?"

"I..." The assistant looked around, "Get in the car first. We'll talk after getting in the car."

The nanny car was parked in the parking space at the entrance of the company, the driver had already left, and the assistant girl sat in the driver's seat: "Where are you going? Going home?"

Meng Mo nodded: "Yeah."

"Okay," the assistant nodded with a smile, started the car slowly, and said with some hesitation, "Well... there is something I think I should tell you."

Meng Mo blinked blankly: "Huh? What's the matter?"

"In the past few days... Mr. Ao has called me every night in the middle of the night, asking how you are, what you ate, what you did, how are you? , I’m tired enough, so don’t disturb you. Sometimes during the day, I would send text messages to ask about your situation, and asked me to secretly take a picture of you and send it to him, and asked me not to talk too much to you... President Ao’s order, I How dare this little assistant not listen, so I haven't told you these few days, but after thinking about it, I still think... It's better to tell you. "

Speaking of this, she glanced at him cautiously in the rearview mirror: "In the past six months, we have seen how kind Mr. Ao has been to you, but... I feel that you have not been very happy recently. Originally I never understood why you were unhappy, until this time, I just..."

When the assistant said this, he didn't say any more, and stuck out his tongue at him with a smile: "Sorry, I'm talking too much."

"No..." Meng Mo smiled sincerely, "Thank you."

Meng Mo didn't fully recover until he got out of the car and dragged his suitcase into the elevator.

He felt his heart was full, a little bit like crying, but also a little bit like laughing, thinking about this dead Tsundere!This tsundere!

I finished my work in the middle of the night, why call him?What's wrong?He clearly knows that he is not a human being and does not need so much sleep, but he insists on doing so, for fear of disturbing him to sleep... And he is a pervert, he obviously thinks he can't think of it, he would rather order his assistant to secretly take pictures of him than let him Post a selfie.

His selfie skills are good, much better than candid ones, okay?

Meng Mo was angry and hated, but his heart was sweet, as if he had swallowed a big pot of honey—it turned out that Uncle Dragon King didn't ignore him at all, but kept paying attention to him secretly.

But why did he hang up his phone in a hurry that day?

And... what the hell is going on with the smell of perfume on his body?

What is he busy with all this time?

Meng Mo dragged his suitcase into the house, threw himself on the sofa, bit his lower lip, took out his mobile phone, and called Xiaowei: "Miss Xiaowei, do you know that Ao Qin... What are you busy with?"

"Wait a minute," Xiaowei's deliberately lowered voice and light footsteps came from the other end of the phone, and after a while, her volume returned to normal, "I'm going to tell you if you don't ask, he Barbara..."

Xiao Wei's speech was very fast, and he told everything about Ao Qin and the mengmoo family, as well as the things that Ao Qin had been searching for the truth these years, and finally said: "I didn't expect that you usually read He looks gentle and gentle, and he kicked the door so fiercely... Oh my god, I was scared to death! I knew you must have misunderstood... Ao Qin also reminded me not to tell you, not to tell you... ...Is it all right now?"

Meng Mo: "..."

He has been looking for the truth about his parents' disappearance all these years, but he never thought that Ao Qin has been looking for it too... No wonder Ao Qin refused to let him act in "Fatal Illusion". He was able to find out that this drama has something to do with the truth Of course, Ao Qin can, and he must have found more things than him.

Ao Qin must understand the risks involved, afraid that he will be sad, afraid that he will insist on being in danger, and afraid that he will be hurt, so he would rather be misunderstood by him than hide it from him.

But... this should be his business. Strictly speaking, it has nothing to do with Ao Qin, but Ao Qin chose to bear all the risks... Uncle Dragon King is so kind!

Xiaowei was still thinking, and Barabara complained: "I just can't figure it out, why can't I tell you? The Dragon King is good everywhere, but he has a sick mind. He doesn't say this or that all day long. What's the matter?" I'm bored in my heart, I deserve to be kicked out!"

"That..." Meng Mo whispered, "Miss Wei, don't you know... I'm a nightmare?"

Jingwei: "Huh?"

"It's... the kind of beast that eats nightmares."

"..." Xiao Wei went mad for a moment, "Ah! The Dragon King will definitely kill me if he finds out! I'd better go back to my father and hide for a while... I won't talk to you anymore, I have to pack my luggage quickly ,Bye-Bye!"

Meng Mo: "..."

Holding the mobile phone in both hands, he thought to God, God, his husband is so good, but he misunderstood him so much and said such exaggerated things in front of him!

Ahhh, it's so embarrassing!

How to do how to do?

Meng Mo covered his flushed face and sat on the sofa for a while. At twelve o'clock, Ruihan called and asked him to go shopping. He washed his face, changed his clothes, and went out fully armed with sunglasses and a mask.The two snack foodies went to the snack city to eat all afternoon. Ao Qin made several phone calls, but he hung up all of them. He replied a text message "I'm busy, we'll talk tonight" insincerely, then turned off the phone and dawdled until I didn't get home until after nine o'clock in the evening.

He stood at the door a little apprehensively, thinking, surely Ao Qin hasn't come back yet?

When he comes back, how should he face him?

Do you want to pretend to be asleep... Pretend to be your size!

It has been dry for so long, and there is no announcement tomorrow, so he will have to be flooded all night no matter what!

Besides, it's not entirely his responsibility. Who told Ao Qin to keep everything in his heart and not talk about it? The newlywed Yaner was so busy and didn't call him, he misunderstood it very much. Is it normal?

Thinking of this, Meng Mo angrily took out the key card and swiped it.

The door opened.

The light was on inside, and a tantalizing smell of vegetables wafted out of the nostrils. Ao Qin walked out of the kitchen wearing Wei/Ni Xiong's apron, holding a plate of vegetables in one hand, saw him smiling and said: "Momo, Are you back? I fried your favorite Sichuan food... Go wash your hands and come over to eat!"

The author has something to say: There are minor changes at the end of the last chapter, so you don’t need to re-read it, just want to say... If you feel something is wrong, it’s because the author edited the text_(:з」∠)_