What should I do if I found my aunt's towel in Zhuma's schoolbag?

"Tsk."

Mo Yan frowned in disgust, showing an impatient expression of being interrupted.

"Didn't you see that I haven't had a good chat with my brother-in-law? Why are you so blind?"

As if he had gotten used to his bad attitude, the man in black still looked at him indifferently, "It's already ten o'clock, and it's time for the gate control."

"Depend on."

Mo Yan stood up cursing: "What hell is the door control time set, ten o'clock, elementary school students don't go to bed so early, okay?"

"This is the time set by the master, please don't embarrass me, young master."

"Fuck off." Mo Yan glared at him: "Fucking hell, you are making things difficult for me. I have been watched by you as if I was mentally retarded for a few months. If this continues, I will go crazy sooner or later."

"Please, young master, restrain yourself as much as possible."

"I fucking..."

Shan Linjia stared dumbfoundedly at the two people who were bickering from behind. Although he didn't know what the relationship between the two people was, the person who had been smiling charmingly at him just now turned out to be like a rough guy in a blink of an eye. Same swearing.

How to put it, this contrast still makes people feel quite cute.

Moreover, seeing such vulgar and embarrassing words uttered from those exquisite and charming lips, it also makes people feel an inexplicable thrill, thinking that if he can continue to use this mouth to cry and yell out some begging words, the scene must be It's also very exciting.

That big brother Hei probably thought the same as him, he squinted his eyes and looked at him with some forbearance: "Young master, don't make trouble, we should go back."

I've had enough scolding, and I almost hit him directly. Mo Yan was trembling with anger, but this big black guy is like a wall, no matter how you greet him, he can't miss it all. Receive it, and when it's over, it can make your hands hurt.

Mo Yan was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger, he calmed down and looked back at Shan Linjia behind him: "Handsome guy, I'm here to tell you something today, come here."

Shan Linjia looked at him suspiciously, and subconsciously looked up at the big black man next to him when he passed by, and was shocked by his sharp eyes as if hiding a knife.

He smiled wryly, but he couldn't disobey Mo Yan's intentions, so he smiled at him apologetically, then walked up to Mo Yan and lowered his head slightly.

Because Mo Yan was wearing high heels, the height of the two was almost the same when they stood together. He leaned close to Shan Linjia's ear, said a few words softly, then patted his shoulder and winked at him: "You Be prepared."

Shan Linjia nodded and looked at him solemnly: "I see, thank you fourth brother."

Mo Yan shrugged, raised his hand and blew him a kiss, then turned around and strode out the door.

But he didn't know that the floor in Shanlinjia's store had just been waxed and re-polished today, and it would be slippery time, and he walked fast on a pair of stiletto heels, and sure enough, his foot slipped directly in two steps. Fall on your back.

Shan Linjia was terrified watching from behind, subconsciously going to pick him up, but before he could move, someone came over faster than him.

The whole process only took less than three seconds, and Mo Yan's body was firmly planted into the arms of the big black man.

Shan Linjia let out a breath, and just as he was about to step forward to apologize, he saw Mo Yan suddenly raised his hand and slapped the big black man on the face with a resounding slap.

"Bitch! You're not allowed to touch me with your dirty hands!"

Shan Linjia stopped in his tracks, once again a little shocked by the actions of these two people.

The big black man didn't react too much, he just straightened his body, and then let go of his hand immediately, but his slightly lowered eyes could still see the loneliness in his expression.

Mo Yan patted his crumpled clothes, muttered something unhappily, and then stepped on his high-heeled shoes and went out.

The big black man followed closely behind him, and looked back at him again when he walked to the door, but this time his killing intent was not as obvious as before.

Shan Linjia smiled at him, and just watched them get into a car and leave.

As soon as they left Shan Linjia, they immediately received a call from Mo Yao, who kept calling him like a child repeating machine: "Dajia Dajia, Dajia Dajia..."

Shan Linjia interrupted him amusedly: "You can't fly over immediately if you ask me to."

"Then what are you doing?" Mo Yao complained in his tone, and asked him coquettishly: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, if you don't come, I'm going to sleep."

Shan Linjia raised his hand to check the time, then turned and went into the back kitchen: "Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet, it's not something you made, it doesn't look appetizing."

Shan Linjia turned on the hands-free, put the phone on the table next to him: "There are no fish today, let me cook you a chicken wing."

"Okay, as long as you burn it, it's fine."

Mo Yao answered him softly, and after a while there was a sound of pumping water.

Shan Linjia listened carefully, and said helplessly, "Daughter-in-law, I'm cooking for you here, but you are going to the bathroom?"

"What does it matter, it's not that you cook while going to the toilet."

Cheng Chengcheng, he is the oldest in the family, he is right in everything he says.

Shan Linjia heated up the oil in the pan, and just threw the patted garlic into it, when he heard the person on the opposite side suddenly excitedly say to him: "Da Jia, mine seems to be gone, today we can make out a little bit!"

Shan Linjia's hand that put the spoon on the spoon trembled and almost turned over the pot. After a while, he could smell the smell of fried garlic in his nose. He sighed and turned down the fire a little before turning his head to face The phone said, "You recruited me again."

"I'm not happy."

Mo Yao seemed to be able to see the situation on his side, and said with a smile, "Were you very excited just now, husband?"

The last two words were soft, and the ending sound was deliberately lengthened for a few times. Shan Linjia felt blue veins popping out of his ears, threw the meat into the pot and stir-fried it twice: "Fairy!"

Mo Yao laughed, and kissed the phone twice: "Hurry up, husband, don't make me wait too long."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone with a "snap", and Shan Linjia had nowhere to vent his evil fire, so he had to stir fry the vegetables in the pot vigorously as if venting.

It was almost eleven o'clock when he packed all the freshly prepared dishes and brought them over. Mo Yao opened the door and came out to greet him, rubbing his stomach and complaining: "This is not dinner, it's just supper, okay?" !"

Shan Linjia smiled apologetically: "I was delayed by something at night, you must be hungry, eat quickly."

Mo Yao was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and he didn't care to argue with him, so he opened the insulated box and started eating.

Shan Linjia worked all night and was not hungry, so he just sat aside and watched him eat, and occasionally wiped his mouth with a tissue.

After dinner, Mo Yao kept urging Shan Linjia to take a bath quickly, Shan Linjia was not in a hurry, and slowly took out the pajamas and some daily necessities that he brought, Mo Yao lay in front of him and watched, a little curious Playing back and forth with his razor: "I saw this thing at your house too, do you use it to shave your beard every morning?"

Shan Linjia nodded, and raised his hand to wipe his chin: "Look, it's been a little prickly in just one day, and it will be more obvious after a night's sleep."

Mo Yao nodded, and said with deep emotion: "So every morning when you kiss me, I will be woken up by you."

Shan Linjia looked at him dumbfounded: "Then I'll wash up tomorrow and come over to kiss you."

"No." Mo Yao shook his head, hugged his arm with a smile: "I haven't finished talking just now, I like the feeling of you stabbing me with your beard."

Shan Linjia pinched his nose and shook it, but was attracted by his smooth and delicate chin, and couldn't help rubbing his fingers on it.

I don’t know if it’s because of his special constitution. He seems to have never seen Mo Yao grow a beard. He is still in his 20s and his skin is as clean as a newborn baby, thin and smooth, and even his body hair is pitifully scanty. .

Mo Yao raised his chin to touch him, paused for a while and suddenly smiled and said, "I know what you're thinking, you're wondering why I don't grow a beard, right?"

Shan Linjia didn't speak, just smiled and nodded slightly.

Mo Yao lay on his back, shook his head and said, "Actually, it's about the same as you guessed. My physique is actually more like a woman than a man. I have a slender frame, less body hair, and it's impossible for me to grow a beard. , I didn’t know this until I was an adult.”

That's why he used to be so disgusted by others saying that he looks like a girl, but now he doesn't seem to care so much.

"But there is one more thing." Mo Yao suddenly leaned into his ear again, and said with a very soft smile: "Correspondingly, my place is actually quite clean, do you want to take a look?"

Shan Linjia was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to understand what he meant. He turned his head helplessly, looked at the culprit who ran away to snicker just after lighting the fire, and sighed with a headache.

"Sooner or later, I will be tortured to death by you."

Not afraid of death, Mo Yao made a face at him again, and Shan Linjia didn't continue to fight with him anymore, otherwise he was really afraid that he might not be able to help but pounce on him.

He simply took off his clothes and threw them beside the bed, and then walked into the bathroom naked. Mo Yao lay on the bed and looked at his muscular figure that made people drool, and couldn't help pinching her little arms and legs in disgust.

It was really boring to wait like this, he got up from the bed, and his eyes shifted to the clothes that Shan Linjia had thrown aside.

He just looked at it for a while, and suddenly blushed and took the shirt that was the closest to his body. To be honest, the smell of this shirt is not good. The cooking fume and tobacco smell are mixed together. Linjia's particularly strong masculinity.

He hugged the clothes in his arms and took a few breaths, suddenly felt a little hot in his body, and couldn't help but want to do something bad.

Thinking that Shan Linjia hadn't entered for a while anyway, so there was still time, Mo Yao snickered, and when he couldn't wait to open the shirt, he suddenly saw a white collar that absolutely couldn't appear on it. objects.

His eyes widened, and the heat in his body dropped completely at this moment.