Cage

Seduce him legally, and then peel his heart alive.

The room quickly returned to silence, and only Lan Yi was left curled up in the bedding, weeping and trembling.

It was dark and dawn again, the tight posture made the hands and feet stiff and unconscious, the thoughts gradually became clouded, the whole body was terribly uncomfortable, shivering from the cold, but the eyes were so heavy that they could not be opened, and they were forcibly opened. The hand holding the bedding forced him to stretch out his shrunken limbs. The needle-like numbness after the blood circulated made him unable to help making small moans. The whole body was in pain, the feeling of being pierced into the blood vessel by the cold needle It is more clear.

In the dimness, it seemed that someone took the wet towel from his forehead and stroked his face with his hands. He struggled not to let that person approach, and retracted himself into the bed desperately.

Please don't hurt me anymore.

These days when Lan Yi was ill, Mo Ling always came at night, hugging him firmly to sleep every night, letting each other's body temperature exchange and interweave, but he didn't do anything to him again, in fact, even if he did something with his weak body Can not make any resistance.

Lan also formed a self-reaction, as long as Mo Ling came at night, he would find a quilt to cover his face, and he never let go in his sleep. He was startled and afraid that someday there would be another lens or eyes watching from the dark. Himself, record your own ugly side, such a weak and humble self-protection and helpless pitiful, but Lan Yi persisted thoroughly, if the quilt was taken away, he would use the pillow, if the pillow was taken away, he would use his arm, if his arm was held down and could not move, he would With hair, paranoid bordering on madness.

Mo Ling stopped him a few times to no avail, and then followed him, but asked people to replace the quilt and bed sheets with breathable materials.

It was late at night, but Mo Ling didn't come. He lay on his side on the bed counting the seagulls lingering outside the balcony, and fell asleep unknowingly. He was so calm that he didn't even notice that others entered the room.

Warm hands rubbed and kneaded into the loose pajamas, touching the chest with clear ribs over and over again, something hot and humid lingered on his sunken navel...

Lan Yi woke up suddenly, and found that her whole body was naked, Mo Ling's black hair was on his chest, and her wet and hot tongue was teasingly sucking the protrusion on his chest.

The strong smell of alcohol and those blurred eyes indicated that he was already drunk. Under Lan Yi's surprised eyes, Mo Ling smiled, easily parted those skinny legs, lubricated them hastily, and then It's easy to get in.

The waist was firmly trapped by powerful palms, matching the violent penetration of the action.

The legs were spread apart, and they were forced to rest on the man's strong shoulders. The chained ankles were kissed repeatedly and persistently, and the sensitive skin of the thighs was carefully stroked over and over again.

Lan Yi, who was a little dazed by the impact, gritted his teeth and groped for the bedding beside him, pulled it over and covered his face tightly, hiding his crying expression and unbearable moans under the bedding.

I don't know how many times I was tossed and tossed, and my body, which had just recovered from a serious illness, had reached its limit. In the end, Mo Ling easily removed the bedding that covered his face, hugged Lan Yi's thin body, and sat on him with his legs apart , maintain the penetrating posture to kiss the little face full of tears, and then pry open his lips frantically, as if he had endured it for a long time, the tongue sticks in, and the plundering is entangled.

Lan Yi got up from the bed, the sea level outside the balcony was golden in the setting sun, he raised his hand and rubbed his sore eyes, the door opened, and the servant walked in with a dining cart full of food, without saying a word He set up a small dining table on the bed, and put the plates of small and delicate food on it.

Lan Yi no longer went on a hunger strike, and even if he lost his appetite, he would force himself to take two symbolic bites, because he was afraid that one day Mo Ling would be irritated without warning, and he would be wounded to the brink of death.

After wiping her mouth, the servant thoughtfully began to clean up the dishes,

"What's the date today?"

The young servant looked up, and there was some difference. The thin and sickly man in front of him rarely spoke, let alone asked, "One, number one."

The thin man nodded self-consciously, frowning as if he was trying to remember something, the young servant couldn't help asking, "What? Do you have any requests?"

"TV..." The man propped up his arms and moved back, leaning his body on the head of the bed, and said weakly, "Can the TV be turned on?"

"Of course, you can wait a moment." The maid tidied up the tableware neatly, turned on the large TV hanging on the wall, and handed the remote control to Lan Yi.

After the servant left, Lan Yi clumsily used the remote control to switch channels in a daze, over and over again, the movements of his hands stopped when a familiar handsome face that could no longer be familiar was printed on the TV screen. An entertainment TV broadcast report, Mo Ling was wearing a pure white suit inside, with a smile on his mouth, standing at the end of the gorgeous church in high spirits, a beautiful woman covered with a veil, wearing a luxurious wedding dress, standing in front of a middle-aged man Accompanied by him, he walked slowly towards him.

When the veil was lifted by Mo Ling, Lan Yi shook her hand holding the remote control, and looked at the two happy smiling people on the screen without blinking. This woman has not changed at all in seven years. It's really unexpected, knowing everything at that time, and now I can still accept Mo Ling. I remember Mo Ling said that she was by his side during those years abroad... Xu Jie must love him very much.

The camera on the screen was obviously far away, but the pair of precious diamond rings held together by the priest still hurt Lan Yi's eyes. The hand holding the remote control was slowly lowered, and he stretched out his palm. The loose rings on the fierce fingers are very shabby.

I remember Mo Ling's smile at that time, he held his hand tightly and said, don't take it off, but he actually took it seriously,

Xu Jie is so nice, she is so beautiful, so kind, and her family conditions are good... and he himself...

Thinking blankly for a while, he laughed after thinking about it. It's really ridiculous. At this time, he still doesn't know his identity and compares with the beautiful woman on the TV.

What is there to compare, looking at the beautiful woman on the screen, shaking the bells on her feet, Lan Yi smiled foolishly, her identities were never the same, so there is nothing worth comparing.

Awakened by the sudden turning on of the light, Lan Yi opened his eyes ignorantly, and saw Mo Ling's gloomy face. Before Lan Yi had time to think about why the person on the wedding night was here, he was rudely dragged up by the man in front of him.

"What do you mean?!" Mo Ling pinched his palm angrily with eyes wide open. The blood on the knuckles of the middle finger had dried up due to the external force, but the swollen appearance was scary. In fact, when the ring was taken off, Lan Yi didn't feel the pain. The scene of the lovers smiling and putting rings on each other on the screen was like an anesthetic, which made his body's senses disappear.

"Where's the ring?!"

The pinched hand was very painful, Lan Yi clenched his fist and struggled to withdraw his hand, "Throw it away."

"Throw it away? Where did you throw it?" I don't understand what the man whose eyes were red from anger was thinking about it. Something like an oath doesn't exist in the first place, doesn't it?

Turning his head to look at the sea outside the balcony, Mo Ling understood, let go of the hand holding him, and walked towards the balcony.

It was already dark outside, and the sea under the cliff was pitch-black as far as the eye could see. That tall figure was still climbing on the railing of the balcony and looked down unwillingly. From the view from the back, the drooping shoulders seemed a little pitiful. The simple ring was still on his middle finger, as if it had never been taken off, Lan Yi sneered in his heart, it was originally the hand that should wear the diamond ring, is it interesting to change it back and forth?What is he obsessed with.

Lan Yi was so sleepy that he turned over, stopped looking at the back that was tugging at his heart, and habitually covered his face and fell asleep.

After waking up from the dream and opening his eyes again, Mo Ling was still beside him, the quilt covering his face was torn off at some point, Mo Ling was sitting beside him and looking at him, with sparse beard on his face, eyes It also seemed to be a little flushed and haggard because of the sleepless night, which was a bit ridiculous. People like Mo Ling would also feel haggard.

Lan Yi was lying on the bed, watching Mo Ling stand up, and called two men in white coats into the room. The two men rolled up his sleeves deftly, and injected an injection into his arm.

The strength of his body seemed to be gradually disappearing, and finally he lost the strength to raise his hand. Lan Yi finally realized that the injection just now was not as simple as an ordinary nutritional injection, and looked at Mo Ling who was beside him in surprise, unable to move.

Mo Ling helped Lan Yi up, let him lean on his body, rubbed his stubble face against his neck, and smelled the good smell on his body.

Another person came into the room, carrying a box, sitting by the bed, Mo Ling took Lan Yi's hand out from under the quilt, and handed it to the person, the knuckles were no longer swollen after taking medicine, The man touched his middle finger with a gloved hand and drew with something strange like a pen.

Lan Yi's eyes widened, looking at the gradually clear lines on his middle finger, the complicated shape of the ring tattoo formed by dark blue and red intertwined lines, because of the drug, he didn't feel any pain until the tattoo was over.

He also watched Mo Ling stretch out his hand, and tattooed the exact same pattern on his middle finger.

Mo Ling grabbed Lan Yi's hand with the ring tattooed on it, brought it to his lips and kissed it delicately,

"I got married yesterday," Lan Yi closed his eyes and couldn't respond, but Mo Ling still saw his trembling eyelashes, smiled and kissed him, "So you got angry and threw away our ring, I'm so glad you still have feelings for me."

"..."

"The effect of the medicine is over, you should be able to talk, huh? Tell me, you still care about me and me."

"..." Lan Yi felt that things seemed to be slowly deviating from the proper track, and Mo Ling's incalculable thoughts made him terrified.

"Tell me... huh? I've been thinking about you in church, thinking that it would be nice if it was you standing in front of me right now."

"..."

"I heard from the servant that you turned on the TV, and you saw the video of the wedding, so you are jealous, right?"

"..."

"Really? You still care about me, don't you?" Mo Ling asked back and forth, like a naive child, "This ring is good, I'm not afraid that you will lose it again."

The effect of the medicine gradually faded, and the body seemed to be able to move. Lan Yi lowered his head and touched the tattoo on his middle finger, "Did you ever think that I would not like it?"

"En?" Mo Ling tilted his head and looked at him deeply.

"I don't want it," Lan Yi raised the hand with the ring in front of his eyes, his eyes were red and choked up, "My heart is broken, broken, what do you want this for?"

The temperature in Mo Ling's eyes gradually disappeared, and he grabbed Lan Yi's recently thin shoulders angrily, "What's rotten, lost it! No! I can't!"

Lan Yi struggled away, shook his head contentedly, looked at him with difficulty and smiled, if this continues, one of them will go crazy sooner or later, maybe such a paranoid Mo Ling has already gone crazy, "You don't allow... as long as you don't allow I'm going to accept it forcefully, there is no room for resistance, it's always like this... always...but this time I want to try..."

This is probably the craziest thing Lan Yi has ever done in his life, maybe not only Mo Ling, but he is going crazy too.

Before everyone could react, he quickly and decisively pulled out a sharp knife from the box next to the bed, and stabbed his finger recklessly as if venting his mind.

Mo Ling's pupils dilated instantly, and before he had time to react, his body's honest instinct made him rush forward with all his might.

He felt that the stabbing blade was stopped by external force, the expected pain did not hit, he felt some fiery liquid dripping on his fingers, and when he opened his eyes, the back of his hand was full of blood, but it was not his own.

Looking up at Mo Ling, Lan Yi was crying, she let go of the handle of the knife and retracted her hand tremblingly, "Mo, Mo Ling..."

Mo Ling still maintained the movement of holding the blade, his hands were trembling, his body was trembling slightly, his eyes were red, his mouth was tightly pursed, and his expression was painful, "...you hate me so much? Really? Don't you have any other feelings? You used to...before you clearly liked me so much..."

Frantically waved away the crowd who wanted to treat him, he threw the bloody knife to the ground, stretched out the bloody palm, the flesh of the palm was turned outward, the blood dripped to the ground along the wound, and covered the white carpet. Soaked, exposing the pale finger bones.

That knife Lan Yi used all his strength, but he was stopped by the blade. One can imagine the seriousness of the wound. Looking at Mo Ling with blood on his hands at a loss, Lan Yi's face had turned pale,

"Yes, I'm sorry...doctor... hurry up..." Lan Yi choked with sobs, half kneeling on the bed, supporting the bed with both hands so as not to faint, his body trembling violently due to fear.

"Go away!" Mo Ling once again waved away the medical staff who came to bandage him after hearing the news, his chest heaved violently, and he stretched out his injured hand to Lan Yi, staring at him and asked hoarsely, "Do you still care about me?" Right? You still care about me? Your heart is not lost...is it?"

Lan Yi froze, his breathing began to hurt, and the blood stained on his fingers was like a net that slowly opened, binding him heavily.

"Tell me! Before my blood dries up, tell me that you still care about me, that your heart aches when you see me like this, that the tears you shed now are for me." Mo Ling's eyes were bloodshot, Roaring at him, the wound on his hand showed no signs of stopping bleeding, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all, like a beast struggling to the death.

Tears gushed out of his eyes, and Lan Yi felt that his chest was still throbbing and throbbing. How ridiculous, his heart, his rotten heart, still hurts.

It seemed that there was only Mo Ling's painful face at this moment, and he jumped off the bed, stretched out his arms and hugged Mo Ling's arm tightly, holding it with all his strength, the medical staff rushed forward and quickly and skillfully stopped the bleeding on that hand Bandage.

Mo Ling was stunned by Lan Yi who came suddenly, and slowly, he hugged him back with his uninjured hand, gently caressed Lan Yi's trembling back carefully, let the medical staff bandage him, and stopped struggling.

Everything is slowly twisting and transforming into an unexpected ending.

That time was like a small turning point between Mo Ling and Lan Yi. The originally rigid relationship was shaken a little. Mo Ling dragged his bandaged right hand to find Lan Yi every day, held him in his arms at night, and chatted with him Talking about various things, Lan Yi no longer turned his back to him and covered his face, and he would occasionally answer Mo Ling's questions.

"You're always lying on the bed." Mo Ling put his arm around Lan Yi with his uninjured hand, and spoke as gently as possible, "The doctor said we can't go on like this."

Lan also didn't respond, and looked down at the hand that slipped in from the hem of the pajamas, "Otherwise the physical fitness will get worse and worse, and if this continues, the muscles and joints will shrink and become rigid."

"..." Lan Yi struggled a bit, feeling itchy after groping lightly, but did not break free.

"Get out of bed and take a walk more in the future...Huh?" Mo Ling stopped sliding his palm in understanding, put his hand on his waist and fixed it, and stuck it to his ear. "The scenery outside the balcony is beautiful, isn't it?"

"What if I don't want to leave?" Lan Yi reached out and rubbed his itchy ears that were sprayed by the heat.

"Huh?" Mo Ling raised an eyebrow.

"If I don't want to leave, what method are you going to use to force me?" Turning your head to look at the scenery outside the window, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, and slowly opening them again, "Will you use those photos? Send them to my mother or hang them in front of me work place..."

Mo Ling's tall body paused, and then he hugged Lan Yi tightly, reached into the quilt with his gauze-covered palm to grab Lan Yi's hand, and sighed, "No, no, you don't have to worry, don't be afraid.

Lan Yi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his tense body gradually relaxed, Mo Ling hugged him quietly, his eyes followed Lan Yi's gaze and looked out the window, for a long time, the two of them stopped talking.

This year's autumn was very cold, and the weather in October began to turn cold rapidly. Lan Yi had just put on the coat sent by the servants when Mo Ling came.

Mo Ling sat on the bed, excitedly lifted a corner of the quilt in his arms, and showed it to Lan Yi,

Seeing the little blond-haired and blue-eyed baby Lan Yi inside, he looked at Mo Ling and couldn't help but ask, "You, what are you doing? Whose child is this?"

"Mine, it's cute, I'll raise it for you." Mo Ling seemed to be in a happy mood, and he stretched his arms forward with a nonchalant expression.

Lan Yi only felt that someone had slapped him out of thin air, and his body shook a little unsteadily, "Your?"

"Well..." Mo Ling hugged the baby, a little embarrassed, "The woman I met when I was abroad, I didn't expect that she would be pregnant and give birth to my child... I was also shocked at the time... "

"Xu, Xu Jie knows?" Lan Yi looked at the small face exposed in the corner of the quilt, at least a six-month-old child.

"Well...she always knew..."

"Then you let her raise it." Although I always knew that this person would not be idle abroad, but he had no sense of chastity, and he even hugged him and other women's children indifferently, which still made Lan Yiqi's lips tremble. , lay back on the bed, turned his back to Mo Ling, and resolutely refused, "I won't raise it."

Mo Ling's expression changed after being flatly rejected, and he stared at Lan Yi's thin back, "What did you say?"

"I won't raise it!" Lan Yi sneered in his heart, he had already been so disappointed in Mo Ling that he didn't have much impact at the moment.

Mo Ling walked around to the other side of the bed to face Lan Yi, staring at the indifferent face with closed eyes, does this man know what he is thinking, he asked him to raise his son, it wasn't a cat or a dog, it was him Mo Ling's only son is also the heir of the Mo family. Doesn't he know what this means?How many people rushed to raise him, but he refused so flatly, he couldn't help but snorted coldly,

"What? You can show Ding Yiluo the baby but not me?"

Lan Yi looked up at Mo Ling's cold and handsome face in surprise, Ding Yiluo's child?It seemed to be a very distant thing, and he didn't understand what he was struggling with, so he turned around and put his arms under his head, closed his eyes, and ignored Mo Ling who was still holding the child and looking at him dryly.

Mo Ling looked at Lan Yi who was breathing smoothly and seemed to be asleep, his expression became more and more ugly, and he put the baby in his arms on the bed next to him, "Okay, if you don't want to raise it, then let him starve to death Already!"

After speaking, he slammed the door and left without looking back.

After Mo Ling left, Lan Yi opened his eyes, his heart was slightly sour, the baby behind him was startled by the sound of the door slamming, and began to sob and choke, the crying sound gradually became clearer, he sighed helplessly, I really don't understand How can such a person be entitled to have his own children.

He got up and hugged the baby in his arms, gently shaking his arms from side to side to coax him, but he didn't expect him to stop crying immediately, staring at the man who was holding him in front of him curiously with his big round eyes.

It is undeniable that Mo Ling's child has fully inherited his father's perfect appearance. Although the baby is still a few months old, the cuteness like an angel is too easy to capture people's hearts. For a moment, Lan Yi's entire heart melted.

Looking after the child is very tiring, and Baby Mo seems to like Lan Yi very much. He needs to hold him all the time. The child is very energetic and never sleeps during the day. He couldn't move, and he slept very deeply at night, and sometimes he didn't even know that Mo Lingca was brought in to sleep with his arms around him.

Thanks to Baby Mo, Lan Yi, who has increased his activity, has a better appetite than before, sleeps more regularly, and his complexion is no longer so gloomy. At the end of the month, the special medical staff found that he was still thin Scale's body actually showed signs of getting heavier.

Seeing Lan Yi recovering slowly, Mo Ling seemed happier than anyone else. He came to report on time every night, just staring blankly at Lan Yi making the baby happy on the carpet.

The dry and cold atmosphere in the room gradually became warm.

It's just that Mo Ling gradually discovered a problem. Every night when Lan Yi coaxed the baby to sleep, he was always motionless until the nanny came to hold the baby. This day was like this again, the baby in the crib had already fallen asleep. Ke Lan still sat on the carpet without moving.

"What are you always thinking about sitting here?" Mo Ling couldn't help but stepped forward, and was about to pull him up from the ground.

"Don't..." Lan Yi hurriedly broke free from his grasped arm, covered his locked ankle, and said softly, "Bell, the bell is too loud, it will wake him up."

Mo Ling's heart skipped a beat. This period of time was so good that he even forgot that the person in front of him was being imprisoned by him, and the chain covered under the slender palm was a shining proof.

Mo Ling squatted down slowly, turned over Lan Yi's drooping face, and looked at him with a expectant tone, "You won't run away, will you? As long as you say you won't run away, I'll open it for you. "

Lan Yi raised her eyes, cast a slight glance at Mo Ling, lowered her eyes, and remained silent.

Mo Ling's eyes darkened, and he let go of his hand. Lan Yi's silent denial caused a look of disappointment to flash across his face, but he still secretly compromised unexpectedly, "Then you won't be overwhelmed or hurt yourself, right? You still have your mother To raise..."

After living for so many years, this is the first time I feel a sense of powerlessness. The man in front of me is obviously so weak and humble, as long as he moves his fingers, he can easily destroy him, but gradually his heart seems to be tightened by this slender and weak hand. Hold him tightly so that he cannot move. He should be the only absurd person in the world who can use the child as a tool for others to exercise.

After his hand was injured, he knew that the man had softened his heart. Although his face was still calm, he actually began to expect in his heart, expecting a man's smile, expecting a man's love.

Until that day, the man shook his body and asked him quietly, "Will you use those photos? Send them to my mother or hang them in the place where I used to work..."

Only then did he feel the pain in his heart. He still remembered that this man was always as timid and weak as a rabbit in the past. He used to be jealous when he couldn't move, and he would tremble with fright when he didn't move. There was a hard hole in his heart. The wall is desperate and stubborn, indifferent and fragile, the unreasonable trust in the past has become the precaution everywhere now, as if... never trust him wholeheartedly again.

But even so, I would never allow him to leave, because I could no longer imagine how my life would be without this man.

Lan Yi lowered his head, leaving Mo Ling with a messy top of his head, looking somewhere, and nodded for a long time.

Mo Ling breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to easily wrap around Lan Yi's anklet, pulled it under the light, felt a cool touch, took out the key from his pocket, and opened the lock on the anklet clumsily with one hand.

Lan Yi looked at the opened anklet and shook his head. He seemed to circle his legs in disbelief. There was no longer a crisp bell, and the ankle that had been imprisoned for a long time was finally free.

Mo Ling leaned in Lan Yi's direction, hugging his waist, holding the cold and greasy feet in the palm of his hand, rubbing the toes curled up because of shyness with his thumb, and said in a low voice, "You still Remember? When you were in school, you always wore inappropriate small shoes, and your toes were stretched when you slept. How stupid you are, the sticky shoes will stick to your hands, and you still hold Like a baby."

Mo Ling smiled, resting his chin on the top of Lan Yi's head, recalling how bright his eyes were in the past, "Still foolishly smiling while holding the shoes I gave you, believe me when I say someone else gave it to you for free, What a fool..."

Up to now, Mo Ling still clearly remembers Lan Yi's pursed smile at that time, and he regretted it a little... It would have been nice if he hadn't agreed to Hei Yao's cooperation plan at that time, but now he gradually understands, emotional Things can't be stained with a little bit of interest...if it is stained, it will become a naked use...if it is possible...he wants to start over...

Lan Yi was still silent, the temperature of Mo Ling's palm slowly spread into the soles of his feet, swallowing the astringent emotions in his eyes... yes... before... how good it was before...

"Let's go back to the past and forget about this period of time. I won't hurt you anymore. I will treat you better than anyone else and give you the best, okay?"

Arms gradually tightened, Mo Ling hugged Lan Yi's thin and beautiful body, kissed his cheek and his ears, "Is it okay, Lan Yi? Okay? I won't ask you about Ding Yiluo's whereabouts anymore, I will Divorce, and then we'll go back to the past, okay? Tell me whatever you want, and I'll give it to you, give it to you."

"I..." After a long time, Lan Yi opened his mouth, "I want to leave..."

"No..." Mo Ling refused without thinking, buried his face into Lan Yi's neck, and said in a muffled voice, "Lan Yi, this is the only thing you can't do... Lan Yi, you can't leave..."

From that day on, Mo Ling seemed to be proving what he said, facing Lan Yihao without hesitation. At noon, Mo Ling, who was on a business trip a few days ago, came back with a suitcase in the dusty world. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Lan Yi was sitting in front of a table full of cotton cloth, bowing his head and concentrating on sewing something, while his son was lying on the floor with his little head resting on Lan Yi's feet, holding the toy in his hand and playing happily.

As he got closer, Lan Yi raised his head and glanced at Mo Ling, and continued to sew with his head down. Mo Ling, who was ignored, was not annoyed, and bent down to rest his chin on Lan Yi's shoulder, "What are you doing with so much cloth?"

"If you have nothing to do, let's try to make some blouses and gadgets for Xiaomo (the baby's name paper~)." Lan Yi replied casually without stopping his sewing.

"Oh? You know how to do this?" Mo Ling raised his eyebrows, and picked up the small jacket that had been sewn on the table in a novelty and looked at it. The light green cotton dress is exquisitely crafted. It seems that a lot of time and energy have been spent. Frowning, "It's enough for people to buy clothes and so on. Is it possible that my son, Mo Ling, can't afford to wear clothes?"

Lan Yi stopped the needlework in his hands, looked up at Mo Ling who was frowning, and said in a calm manner, "The clothes I bought when I went out are not as good as the ones I made myself, and many of the fabrics are not good. If children wear them close to the body I will be allergic. I used to work in a sewing factory when I just dropped out of school. I learned how to sew and mend... If you really dislike letting your son wear the clothes I made, then I just don’t do it. "

Lan Yi put the half-made clothes and needlework back on the table, bent down and picked up Xiao Mo who was hugging his calf, walked around Mo Ling and sat back on the bed, found a small shirt from a pile of baby products, and asked Put on Xiaomo.

I was very surprised by Lan Yi's reaction, it seemed that he was throwing a temper tantrum, not a faint feeling of indifference, Mo Ling couldn't stand in surprise, strode over, grabbed Lan Yi's hand holding the clothes, and easily pulled He turned him around with his hands, put his arms around his back and hugged him into his arms, "I didn't mean that, I was afraid that you were too tired," he couldn't help moving his face closer, and kissed Lan Yi's thin lips She kissed her, "If you like it, do it, as much as you want, and tell me what's missing."

Lan Yi just nodded without dodging, and his expression was still calm, but it seemed that he was no longer deserted and refused to be thousands of miles away. Mo Ling was very happy, and pulled Lan Yi to the side of the luggage, and took out the luggage. Handing out the bits and pieces of gifts he brought back, he took out a mobile phone and handed it to Lan Yi,

"I know it's inconvenient for you to contact your mother here, so use this phone."

For a long time, no one reached out to pick it up.

"Take it, or your mother will be worried if you can't be contacted all the time." Mo Ling still held up the hand he handed over, trying to slow down his voice and discuss.

Lan Yi glanced at Mo Ling, and silently answered the phone. At that moment, Mo Ling grabbed Lan Yi's wrist and pulled him into his arms.

Hugging him fiercely, as if wanting to rub him into her body, "That's great... Lan Yi... You're going to slowly change back... That's great..."

Lan Yi's hands are very skillful, he will make cute dolls from the leftovers of finished clothes, and then stuff them with cotton or rice, just like the ones sold in doll shops, Mo Baobao likes it very much, every time He gnawed and gnawed with his newly erupted teeth, and his big round eyes did not forget to stare at the semi-finished product in Lan Yi's hand, babbling and gesticulating to get it.

Lan Yi stuffed him with the pink bunny doll that he had just made, got up and rubbed his sore shoulders, and in autumn, the seaside wind became stronger, so the big balcony was closed almost all the time, Lan Yi Walking forward, opening the glass door of the balcony, you can feel the smell of the sea breeze. The balcony is very large and has a wide view. The autumn sky is very blue and there are almost no clouds. It is very beautiful to look at the sea from the balcony.

Lan Yi put his hands on the white guardrail, bent down slightly, and leaned his body out a little. The distance between the balcony and the sea is not too high. Due to the strong wind, the waves are a bit rough. White foam appeared on the gravel of the cliff.

"Mr. Lan, it's windy on the balcony, you'd better not stay there for too long."

The servant who appeared from behind said respectfully, with a slightly tough attitude, "Please go back to the room, Mr. Mo will be very worried if you are sick."

Lan Yi turned around, the reflected light from a certain corner above the balcony was a bit dazzling, and walked slowly back into the room, the servant quickly closed the glass door, asked intimately if there was any other needs, and then exited the room.

Wearing a black windbreaker, Mo Ling entered the door, habitually hugged the sitting Lan Yi to his chest, kissed him, then dug out Baby Mo from the pile of dolls, held his fleshy arms and ravaged him for a while , until the cheerful little face began to change color, and the little mouth that had just erupted in teeth began to hum in dissatisfaction, and then put him back in the doll pile.

Lan Yi seemed to be quite normal to Mo Ling's behavior. With his head down, he was still sewing the doll that was torn by Mo Baobao during the day. It doesn't matter how much Mo Ling wants to come, as long as his Lan Yi likes it,

Taking off the windbreaker on his body, Mo Ling sat down next to him, in a good mood, raised his eyebrows showing off,

"This year our company's performance has increased by 15.00%..."

"..."

"Sales in Europe and the United States are also very good, and we plan to develop in the Middle East..."

"..."

"It will be the end of the year in a few months, when there will be more entertainment, I will almost not be as free as I am now..."

While speaking, Mo Ling looked at Lan Yi, who was still silent. He lowered his head quietly, and his hands did not stop sewing. Some long bangs were slanted to one side, slightly blocking the straight eyes. Half of the face is covered by the hair.

Reaching out to put aside the bangs, revealing those clear eyes, rubbing Lan Yi's face with cold fingers,

"I know Ding Yiluo's whereabouts."

Lan Yi's body could be felt to pause, blood dripped from her slender index finger and stained the white doll.

Mo Ling quickly snatched the needle and thread from Lan Yi's hand, took the injured hand over with distress, put it in his mouth and licked it until the smell of blood no longer came from his mouth.

"Don't worry, I didn't notify Hei Yao," Mo Ling found the medicine box, and carefully helped Lan Yi put a band-aid on it, "I asked someone to arrange a false clue, Hei Yao won't find Ding Yiluo."

Squeezing Lan Yi's hand, Mo Ling smiled at him,

"Actually, I miss that brat a little too. I'll take you to find him after a while."

Lan Yi looked at Mo Ling's smile showing a row of white teeth, and felt dazed for a while.

Withdrawing his hand, he grabbed the half-padded doll that was just dirty and threw it into the trash can at his feet.

"...How is he with his son?"

"Well...it should be pretty good." Mo Ling looked at the doll that was thrown into the trash can, "..this doll is pretty good, why throw it away after sewing for so long, what a pity..."

Lan Yi also turned his head and looked at the trash can lightly, and replied lightly, "It's easy to snag, it's not good to sew, and it's dirty."

Mo Ling stood up from the chair, squatted down, and picked out the poor doll from the trash can. It was a very ordinary white rabbit, bigger than his palm, with two eyes made of black buttons. , dark, the middle of the body has indeed been slit, exposing the white cotton inside, and there is still a piece of Lan Yi's blood on the cloth beside it,

"Why don't you give it to me?" Mo Ling looked up at Lan Yi in a squatting position, "You have done so much and distributed it to Xiaomo and others. Give this to me."

For some reason, Lan Yi felt the loneliness in Mo Ling's eyes staring at him.I usually made a lot of such gadgets when I had nothing to do. The young girls who worked in the house stared at them with greedy eyes. They couldn't play with so many little strangers, so they simply gave them to them. When they gave them Mo Ling was also there, sitting at the side with a cold face, his mouth tightly pressed together and silent, Lan Yi only thought it was the small girls' voices that disturbed him, and didn't care much, now that he thinks about it, it's hard for him Do you care?

"En? Give it to me, okay?" Seeing that Lan didn't make a sound, Mo Ling pestered him again and asked.

Lan Yi came back to his senses, looked at the childish Mo Ling, and nodded helplessly.

......

For a long time since then, any employees who have been to the office of Mo Ling Company will see a fat white rabbit doll, carefully placed in a corner of the desk by their beloved Mo Dong, and fiddle with it from time to time, what is the baby with? It seems... No matter how careful the employees are, they will find that the doll's chest is sewn with Mimixixi's needlework. It seems that it was sewn by a guy who doesn't know much about needlework. The needle holes are not even, and the color of the thread is not matched ...

There will still be curious employees who will have the courage to ask him about the origin of the doll. Every time the serious and serious Mo Dong will show a child-like smug expression, showing off that his wife made it for him.. ...but these are all things for later.

Not long after Mo Ling unlocked Lan Yi, he could move around in other parts of the house, and even sit and bask in the sun in the back garden, but every time Lan Yi went out, several servants would follow him behind him, so he seldom goes out.

It was rare for Tianlan to personally ask to cook in person, to make minced meat and custard for Mo Baobao. Mo Ling, who had just come back and heard about it, got into the kitchen and kicked out all the people, looking at the long-lost busy background in an apron. , a burst of heartbeat, stepped forward and gently hugged Lan Yi's slender waist from behind, and knocked his chin on Lan Yi's shoulder.

Lan was also taken aback, turned her head to face that handsome face, her thin lips brushed against Mo Ling's tall nose faintly, her tender ears immediately turned red, and she turned her head unconsciously Continue the action of cooking.

Mo Ling felt his heart beating faster. It had been a long time since he saw such a lively Lan Yi. He was shy and flushed, and he stroked Lan Yi's cheek with his hand, forcing him to turn to him. It went up and stuck to his lips.

Lan Yi froze, but didn't move, accepting Mo Ling's sudden kiss in a daze.

The process of the tongue prying the lips and teeth was unexpected