The Tsundere Lover of the Double-Faced President

"Okay!" Gu Tianyu didn't care about red envelopes or not, as long as his son was willing to come back and he didn't reject the second child in the family.

"...where's mom?"

"She's been very busy recently, and I heard that the company has taken on another big project, which is international," Gu Tianyu added, "She also misses you very much, and has been asking me about you."

"Okay, I see... let's do this first."

The weather in City H is completely different from the heat of Jinsha Island. In a blink of an eye, autumn has begun here. The summer heat fades away and the bleak autumn wind ushers in. There are beautiful sycamore trees floating on the road, and the elegant fragrance of golden chrysanthemums permeates the air. Under the moonlight, The back hillside was covered with a layer of harsh autumn frost.

The week apart from Gu Chen seems to be longer and harder than the past ten years. It used to be a distant miss in my heart, but now I know where he is but can't reach it. It feels very uncomfortable.

Standing in the humble hotel, Mo Yan looked at the desolate scenery outside the window, his eyes were full of sails, he and Gu Chen had worked hard along the way, every bit of it, every minute and every second seemed extremely precious.

After touching his trouser pocket, the last pack of cigarettes was finished, Gu Chen put on his leather jacket and pushed the door out.

It was evening, there were very few pedestrians on the road, and in this suburban area, there were often only scattered vehicles, which created a burst of tasteless dust, and even the flute was too lazy to sing.

Mo Yan bought two packs of cigarettes, five bottles of beer, and three bags of beef jerky in a small supermarket on the side of the road. He walked back with the plastic bag, and saw a medium-sized truck not far away from the supermarket a few steps away. The speed suddenly slowed down, made a creaking noise, and broke down sadly.

Mo Yan has no intention of lingering on these things. Although he is not a corrupt thinker, he is by no means a kind-hearted old man. Except for Gu Chen, Mo Yan is still indifferent and numb to everyone else, like a person who has been installed with some kind of program. As a machine, his warmth can only be read by Gu Chen.

At this time, a young man jumped out of the truck. He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was full of youth, full of vitality, well-proportioned, neither fat nor thin, and his hair was capable and stylish. There is a small beauty spot.

He walked straight to the car body, leaned over and lowered his head to carefully check what the problem was.

Mo Yan didn't need to look hard, just from the sound just now and the trend of the model, he knew that the car's tires were blown. When passing by the front of the car, he subconsciously glanced into the driver's seat. With a standard cropped hair, and with just a quick glance, Mo Yan wrote down all the things in the car, especially the badge on the driver's shoulder. This is a military vehicle, and according to their direction, it should be driving into the suburbs. Mo Yan Yan soon realized that this was a vehicle for transporting things in Gu Chen's locked army, but the exterior of the body was well concealed, making it difficult to identify for a while.

"It's the right rear tire," Mo Yan took the initiative to walk in.

After hearing this, the boy first glanced at Mo Yan very vigilantly, and then looked in the direction his eyes pointed, and what he said was right, the tire really blew up.

"Oh," the boy sighed.

Mo Yan raised his eyebrows, "What? Didn't you bring a spare tire?"

In the past few days, Mo Yan stayed in the hotel with nothing to do, and studied the map of City H and the surrounding illusions. The car broke down here is the most troublesome and troublesome, because there is no repair shop nearby, and it is a little away from the city. The area is far away, even if you wait for the crane to come, it will take several hours.

The boy explained: "Yes, there is, but, this job... I can't do it alone!"

Mo Yan looked ahead. Through the rearview mirror, the man in the driver's seat seemed to be looking at him as well. It seemed that he didn't intend to come down to help.

"Are you transporting something important?" Mo Yan took two steps back to avoid suspicion.

"No," said the boy, shaking his head, "it's just some fruits and vegetables, you can eat them all."

Mo Yan probably knew the boy's identity, and thought: If these urgently needed dishes don't arrive on time, wouldn't Gu Chen be hungry?

He put down the plastic bag in his hand, took off his leather jacket, and raised his chin, "Bring the tools here."

No matter when and under what circumstances, Mo Yan's words are always full of deterrence and irresistible, as if he was born to be a leader, and he gives orders regardless of the target and is handy.

It was rare for the two of them to cooperate so tacitly when they met for the first time, and the tire was replaced soon. The boy looked at Mo Yan excitedly, because Mo Yan was doing the heavy work just now. At this moment, his chest was slightly sweaty, and his beautiful bronze-colored skin There was a layer of blush and some dust on the rough back. The boy wanted to go up and help to pat it off, but Mo Yan stepped away. He silently picked up the clothes and bags on the ground, ready to leave.

"Hey," the boy's eyes flashed with a wonderful light, "Thank you!"

Mo Yan shrugged, very casual and cool.

"That..." The boy couldn't help but chased after two steps, and asked, "What's your name? My name is Zhou Xiaoxing!"

Seeing that Mo Yan had no intention of answering, the boy asked again, "Do you live nearby?"

"For the time being," Mo Yan left without any unnecessary nonsense. He was not talkative by nature and had a cold personality. In the movie, what Mo Yan said the most should be used to tease Gu Chen. During the time in City A, he really enjoyed it.

Zhou Xiaoxing stood at the rear of the car and stared blankly at Mo Yan's disappearing back, his eyes were full of admiration and melancholy, as if someone had tapped his acupuncture points, he remained motionless.

It wasn't until the driver was very impatient and honked the horn several times in a row that he suddenly came out of the dream, hurriedly packed up his things and jumped into the car neatly.

Mo Yan gritted his cigarette, patted the ashes on his body, and cleaned the wound on his wrist at the sink downstairs. It was the hole that Zhou Xiaoxing fell down with a wrench, and Mo Yan covered it up. It was very good and was not discovered by Zhou Xiaoxing.

After finishing, he walked upstairs alone. This hotel has a sense of age, with layers of white porcelain peeling off on the walls, and the old stairs creaked, as if they were about to be trampled and broken in a second.

The door of the room is not smart, and the most traditional key is used. Mo Yan took out the brass-colored key from his pocket and was about to insert it into the lock, when his hand suddenly paused for a moment, and there were rustlings that ordinary people could not detect. dart out.

The corners of Mo Yan's mouth curled up, with a very handsome arc, he spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth and wiped it out before slowly unlocking the door. The moment he entered, someone strangled his neck tightly from behind, and the other hand held a weapon in a suit It usually rests on his ribs and warns: "Don't move!"

Mo Yan really didn't move, and he was as stable as a mountain with a grown man weighing more than 100 catties on his body.

"Tell me honestly, where did you go just now?" the person on the back asked in a "vicious" voice.

Mo Yan shook the plastic bag in his hand, "Here."

Gu Chen not only has sharp eyes, but also has a good nose. Without direct contact, he already found something tricky with his sense of smell, "Are you smoking behind my back?"

It has become a habit for two people to share a cigarette on Jinsha Island before. In the days without Mo Yan by his side, Gu Chen seldom touches cigarettes. There is no other reason, but he feels that the taste of cigarettes has changed. It's the same, it's unpalatable, and it's missing a taste—the smell of Mo Yan's saliva.

"No," Mo Yan could lie calmly and calmly.

Gu Chen was fooled, and even began to wonder if he had smelled it wrong. He buried his head and sniffed carefully, rubbing his nose against Mo Yan's hair, the sides of his ears, cheeks, and the back of his neck... He was clearly following a beagle in a serious manner. He seemed to be searching for evidence at the scene, but Mo Yan's chest heaved up and down, his blood rushed to the top, and his spine went numb for a while.

Mo Yan asked: "Are you sure you can smell it like this?"

Gu Chen's slender eyebrows were furrowed, and he muttered: "It should...it should be ok, wait a minute, let me...I'll tell the difference."