This benefactor is not too cold

Chen Mo was afraid that he didn't hear, so he repeated "hug" to Chang Si again and again.

Every time he said it, Chang Si's consciousness wandered a little bit, so that he froze in front of Chen Mo.

Chang Si didn't respond for a long time, Chen Mo's eyes were full of disappointment, he lowered his head, and slowly wanted to withdraw his hand.

Chang Si, who came back to his senses, hurriedly took his arm and brought him into his arms, put his palm on Chen Mo's hair, and hugged him tightly.

Close to Chen Mo's ear, he whispered, "What else do you want me to do?"

Chen Mo pushed him lightly, opened a distance, turned his head to look at Chang Si, and said angrily: "Liar."

In two lifetimes, Pei Shangqing had never acted like this. Chang Si liked it and felt novelty in his heart, so he couldn't help but hugged him tightly again, rubbing the corners of Chen Mo's eyes with his fingertips: "When did I lie to you?"

Chen Mo struggled a few times: "You said you'd be back soon."

Chang Si didn't think it was because of this, and apologized without sincerity, and smiled lightly: "I'm sorry, it won't happen in the future."

Chen Mo turned his face away in anger, all kinds of behaviors, like a child who is ignorant of the world.

Chang Si pursed her lips, trying to make her attitude look sincere: "I was really wrong."

Chen Mo nodded, as if an adult did not remember the faults of a villain, his serious appearance made Chang think of the teacher with his hands behind his back in ancient times, no matter how you look at it, Chen Mo looks like a child wearing an adult's clothes pretending to be a teacher.

The corner of Chang Si's mouth has maintained an upward arc since just now: "Can we go home now?"

Chen Mo: "OK."

Having said that, Chen Mo did not show any tendency to leave, his eyes stayed on Chang Si's shoulder, Chang thought that there should be nothing to pay attention to on his neck, and asked him: "What's wrong?"

Chen Mo shook his head, walked around behind Chang Si: "Carrying it."

He didn't explain the reason, and there was no sign of discussion, as if he believed that no matter what he said, Chang Si would follow through, giving orders unilaterally.

Behind this kind of affirmation that seems to be favored and arrogant is the trust that does not leave any way out, and there is no need to be afraid of being rejected, because knowing that person's connivance to me, the long-term anxiety has been fulfilled, and it has been collected by others. Properly placed and carefully preserved.

Chang Si wanted to praise Chen Mo with all his heart, so naturally he was responsive to Chen Mo's request and accepted everything according to his order.

Slightly lowered his body, he wrapped his arms around Chen Mo's legs, and Chen Mo wrapped his arms around Chang Si's neck early, and put his cheek on Chang Si's back.

The street lights in winter come on around 5 o'clock in the evening, and the flying snowflakes set off the orange-yellow scene, which is not as beautiful as the scenery in the world.Under the standing still street lamp, there were two people leaning on each other, one carrying the other on their backs and walking steadily towards home. The swaying shadow was dragged and elongated, as if there was no end.

Chang Si asked Chen Mo: "Is it cold?"

The person on the back shook his head, pressed against Chang Si's cheek, and the two of them rubbed their temple hair together.

Chen Mo's hand slowly moved up from his neck, and stopped on the top of Chang Si's hair. He stretched out his five fingers to cover it in a protective posture, and muttered: "It's snowing, I will help you to block the snow."

Chang Si couldn't help laughing: "I'm not cold."

Chen Mo buried his head on Chang Si's back: "Only you."

Chang Si asked as he walked, "What is it only me?"

Chen Mo's voice became lower and lower: "Only you have carried me on your back, they don't want me."

"He doesn't like me, she doesn't want me, they don't want me."

What he said had no logical relationship, but Chang Si understood it.

As early as the very beginning, Chang Si had sent someone to investigate Chen Mo's life experience. When he heard him mention it, his heart seemed to be slowly being cut by someone with a blunt knife. Every time Chen Mo said a word, the pain caused by the knife One more point, no relief and no joy.

Chen Mo said a sentence without a sentence, and said what he thought of, it seemed that he didn't need Chang Si's response.But it is just like a child who is bullied outside, often has red eyes and has to endure it, only to cry when he returns home.Chen Mo is like this in front of Chang Si, only to him would he want to confide.

Chen Mobian pursed his lips, turned his face to one side, and his voice was full of grievances: "Fat Tuan was thrown to death by the nanny."

Chang Si felt the warmth passing across his neck, as if he saw Chen Mo, 6 or 7 years old, hugging his dead pet, huddled helplessly in a corner, and the dull pain in his heart reached the extreme in an instant.

After a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice, "What is fat dough?"

Chen Mo: "It's a corgi."

After a pause, he added, "She bought it for me."

This she, Chang Si speculates, refers to Chen Mo's biological mother.

Chen Mo's current mentality is probably only at the level of 6 or 7 years old. Wanting to understand this, Chang Si tried to change the subject as much as possible, coaxing the tone of a child: "Why is it called Fat Tuan?"

Sure enough, Chen Mo swung his hand on Chang Si's back, and described it exaggeratedly: "Because it is really super edible, and the stomach is swollen all day long."

There was a smile in Chang Si's voice: "Do you want to raise another one?"

Chen Mo responded with a nasal hum: "Think about it."

Chang Si: "Okay."

Chang Si continued to divert Chen Mo's attention, from species to appearance, asked Chen Mo's preferences, and while talking, Chen Mo fell asleep, listening to the slight breathing on his back, afraid that Chen Mo would catch a cold, Chang Si did not take him back to the set The dormitory, but returned to Chen Mo's home nearby.

As soon as Chen Mo put it down, the person who had been sleeping soundly opened his eyes again.

Because Chen Mo couldn't see anything abnormal from the outside when he was drunk, so his eyes met, Chang Si was a little uncertain whether Chen Mo had sobered up.

Seeing Chen Mo rubbing his belly, Chang thought: "Wait for me a while."

I got up and went to the kitchen to make a glass of lemonade, but when I brought it out, I was so excited by the scene in front of me that I couldn't hold the glass firmly and fell to the ground.

It was just time to drink some lemonade, Chen Mo had already taken off his clothes, and he had a panoramic view of the vast landscape. When he heard the movement, he turned his head and looked at Chang Si without blinking.

Chang Si didn't have the heart to deal with the glass on the ground, and hurried forward to take off her coat and wrapped Chen Mo from top to bottom, and said in a low voice, "Who told you to take off your clothes."

Chen Mo couldn't understand why the good-looking person suddenly changed his face, and pointed innocently at the pile of clothes on the ground: "Smelly."

Is it possible to have no taste after staying in a hot pot restaurant all afternoon?

As Chen Mo said, he put his face close to Chang Si's neck, and rubbed it lightly: "You, it smells good."

As Chen Mo approached, Chang Si's body felt a burning sensation from bottom to top, and it became more and more intense. Chen Mo's actions were like adding fuel to the fire.

Chang Si's breathing was heavy, his eyes became dark, and he dug his fingernails into his palms to resist the thought of pushing Chen Mo away.

He picked him up and stuffed him into the bathroom, and squeezed out words one by one: "Go take a bath."

After the door was closed, Chen Mo couldn't be seen, Chang Si finally regained half of his sanity and guarded outside the bathroom.

After more than ten minutes, there was no movement inside. Chang Si was worried and shouted a few times: "Chen Mo..."

Still no response, heart hanging in throat, Chang Si pushed the door open and found Chen Mo standing in front of the bathroom door looking at him, Chang Si looked away, walked over to put the hot water, and put all the toiletries in front of him , and then looked at Chen Mo again.

Who knows that Chen Mo still maintains the same posture, how he was let in by Chang Si just now, and how he is standing now, but the hem of the clothes that is not covered by external force is empty, revealing the good scene inside.

Chang Si is not Liu Xiahui, relying on his remaining rationality to prevent himself from touching Chen Mo, his rationality is repeatedly extinguished by Chen Mo, but Chen Mo is still unaware, seeing him like this, Chang Si can't help it A bit ashamed: "What do you want to do?"

Chen Mo was yelled at for no reason, and shrank his shoulders unconsciously, as if a little frightened.

Chang Si immediately regretted it, and blamed herself for being angry with him.

Unexpectedly, the person being yelled at came to comfort him first. Chen Mo stretched out two index fingers, one on the left and one on the right, on Chang Si's tightly pursed lips. Chang Si: "Don't be angry, okay?"

Chang Si's whole heart suddenly seemed to be soaked in water, it was unbearably soft, and there was nowhere to go, so he couldn't care about other emotions.

He squeezed Chen Mo's hand into his own, put it on his chest, and hugged him again, softened his voice, and repeated again: "What do you want?"

The tone was one-third helpless and seven-point doting, as long as Chen Mo wanted to do whatever he would do.

Chen Mo pointed to Chang Si and then to himself: "Take a bath."

Chang Si's face was very bright, and he asked uncertainly: "You want me to help you take a bath?"

Chen Mo nodded repeatedly, with a pure and ignorant expression on his face.

Perhaps the deepest love is the deepest hatred, and those tender thoughts turned into the impulse to strangle Chen Mo to death, Chang Si gritted his teeth: "Okay."

The author has something to say: Chang Si: I think you, Chen Mo, are just embarrassing me, Fat Tiger! ! !