After wearing it back, I am in the Shura field every day

There seems to be a fire burning in the throat, which makes people feel more and more thirsty.

Zhong Ning's mouth was dry, and his mind was even more confused.

After a moment of daze, Lin Mo got impatient with waiting, so he simply stretched out his hands, wrapped his arms around his neck, and grabbed Zhong Ning's slightly parted lips with a whimper.

When I'm drunk, I don't know the severity. I wanted to suck it, but it turned into a bite.

Unable to bear the lack of height, the upper lip slipped from the tip of the tongue, and the lower lip was firmly held, sucking twice unconsciously.

A slight tingling sensation came, calling Zhong Ning's brain boiled by the fire to wake up a lot, but immediately, his wide-open eyes were stained with thick ink, and his heart was beating and clamoring, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

But in just a few moments, just when he couldn't help but respond, Lin Mo stretched out his hands from behind, grabbed him from under his arms, and carried him away.

"Well?"

Lin Mo didn't understand, so he leaned against the chest of the person behind him in a daze, and raised his head to look up.

Meng Jirong smiled at him, and then looked at Zhong Ning whose face darkened instantly: "In public, it's better to restrain yourself."

"Again..."

He put one hand into Lin Mo's hair and rubbed it lightly, causing the person in his arms to grumble and rub against his chest, and Meng Jirong couldn't help but smile lightly and curl the corners of his lips.

Continued: "Is it inappropriate to bully a drunk person?"

There were footsteps again, and Bai Shiyuan was there.

I don't know why he also came over, staring at the person in Meng Jirong's arms, a little distracted.

Zhong Ning, who was actively kissed by the other party: "Mr. Meng, don't you feel that you are too lenient?"

"Isn't it natural for teachers to discipline students?" Meng Jirong replied with a smile.

There was a strange atmosphere of incompatibility between the two of them.

Although Lin Mo was out of the situation, he could tell the difference between people. Zhong Ning, Meng Jirong, and Bai Shiyuan were all by his side, full of a sense of security, which made him chuckle again.

The vibration in his chest made Meng Jirong bow his head.

Seeing the person in his arms covering his mouth and smiling like a fat hamster stealing snacks, his eyes were full of bright light, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you laughing at?"

"hey-hey."

Lin Mo lazily turned around, rubbed his soft cheek against Meng Jirong's chest, and softly said, "Kiss."

Zhong Ning's expression changed.

Hearing this, Meng Jirong asked softly, "Would you like me to kiss you?"

Lin Mo muttered and repeated: "Kiss."

He was so hot that he pulled his neckline again. He was wearing a loose and clean round neck thin shirt. After tearing it, the clothes were hanging loosely on his shoulders. The scenery inside was looming, and his neck and cheeks were flushed. A piece, like a ripe apple, attracts people to pick it.

Meng Jirong's eyes hidden behind the lens became deep unconsciously. Under Zhong Ning's gaze like a knife's edge, he stretched out his hand and pulled up La Linmo's collar, and said softly, "Master Lin, you are drunk."

Lin Mo grabbed his hand, frowned slightly, and muttered: "No, it's not..."

"Not what?" Meng Jirong listened attentively.

"It's not Lin Xiaoguan, it's Mo Bao." Lin Mo murmured.

He is Ah Ling's big baby.

"Mo Bao..."

Meng Jirong couldn't help repeating with him, turning the name on the tip of his tongue twice, and a strange feeling appeared in his heart, crisp and numb, which made him want to let go of the person and hug him tightly.

Finally pinched Lin Mo's face and smiled lightly: "You are such a treasure."

Hearing that it was a compliment, Lin Mo wiped his face with a kitten, pursed his lips and smiled happily.

He stretched his arms around Meng Jirong's neck, almost hanging on his body, then shook his body slightly, resting his head on his neck.

Seeing the two close to each other, Zhong Ning's jealous eyes turned red, thousands of words converged into a "fragrant" sentence in his heart, when he wanted to snatch Lin Mo back, Bai Shiyuan moved suddenly.

He stood beside Meng Jirong as if no one else was there, and touched Lin Mo's cheek with his ungloved fingertips, not only touching, but also pinching, kneading, rubbing...

Zhong Ning and Meng Jirong were taken aback by his indifferent attitude, and their faces became weird.

Lin Mo was originally holding Meng Jirong's hand, but now he let go, and then went to hold Bai Shiyuan's restless hand, but Bai Shiyuan took advantage of the situation, wrapped it in his palm and watched it repeatedly.

It seemed that Lin Mo's claws were something novel to him.

No, maybe all of him is.

Zhong Ning couldn't stand it.

One Meng Jirong is enough, why does Bai Shiyuan come to meddle, what's the matter with him?

He wanted to throw Bai Shiyuan's hand away, but was dodged neatly.

Bai Shiyuan's eyes fell on Zhong Ning: "Don't touch me."

Zhong Ning's face was gloomy.

Meng Jirong's half-smile was not a smile.

Bai Shiyuan was expressionless.

The three pillars stand together, and the atmosphere is subtle.

Lin Mo leaned in Meng Jirong's arms, his paws were grabbed by Bai Shiyuan, and one arm was pulled by Zhong Ning, his posture twisted a bit.

He blinked, and suddenly straightened up from Meng Jirong's arms, shook off the hands of the other two, and muttered, "I'm thirsty, I want to drink water."

Putting the three people aside, Lin Mo moved forward diagonally in the corridor. An innocent waiter with a plate happened to appear in front of him. He stopped him, picked up a glass of unknown liquid on it, and drank it.

It was too late for Zhong Ning and others to stop it.

The hot wine entered his throat, making Lin Mo want to vomit, but it was too late, the wine slipped into his stomach, and now his mind became even more unconscious.

The waiter was dumbfounded: "You, why are you taking things indiscriminately... This is for another box..."

Lin Mo didn't hear clearly what was said later, and waved his hands, leaning against the cold wall hot and dry.

Meng Jirong stepped forward, charged the price of this glass of wine in their box, and asked the waiter to leave.

Zhong Ning supported Lin Mo who was about to slip and fell to the ground, and said worriedly: "If you are so drunk, go back to the hotel and rest first."

They have not returned to Beijing for the time being, and they all live in the same hotel.

The three of them took Lin Mo back to the box and said they wanted to leave first, Director Wang and others agreed.

It was Zhong Ning and Meng Jirong who were supposed to send the drunk Lin Mo back to the hotel, but Lin Mo suddenly got up from his chair, rushed to Bai Shiyuan, lay on him, put his arms around the other's neck and shouted: "You also send me ah."

Bai Shiyuan lowered his head indifferently, stretched out his arms to hug the unsteady person, and nodded: "I'll see you off too."

Director Wang was stunned.

Shocked, Xiao Yue knocked down the wine glass in his hand, spilled the liquid all over the table, and muttered to himself: "I'm drunk? Otherwise, why do I have hallucinations..."

After hearing his promise, Lin Mo let go of his hand slightly, muttered a few words indistinctly, and closed his eyes dizzily.

Zhen Rong sighed, and said to the little assistant beside her, "Forget it, I can't compare with Master Lin, I admit it."

She didn't want to think about Bai Shiyuan.

It was not someone who could be approached.

Zhong Ning took Lin Mo over and walked forward with Meng Jirong.

Xiao Yue knew what was wrong with Bai Shiyuan, so he didn't pull him, but quickly stopped him, and when Bai Shiyuan stopped, he asked softly, "What's the matter with you? Why didn't Mr. Lin dodge when he threw himself on you?"

Bai Shiyuan's voice was light: "There's no need to dodge."

Xiao Yue didn't understand for a while, showing a puzzled expression.

Bai Shiyuan had a happy expression on his face. He glanced at his friend who still didn't understand, and said, "It doesn't hurt when he touches me."

Xiao Yue reacted in half a second, and his mouth couldn't help but gape, quite incoherently: "Your illness... won't it hurt if he, Mr. Lin touches you?"

"will not."

I don't know how old he was, but a strange disease suddenly appeared on Bai Shiyuan's body.

As long as other people touch him, skin | touch, Bai Shiyuan's whole body will feel very painful, as unbearable as needle pricks, but as long as he leaves, he will be fine immediately.

For this weird disease, the Bai family has sought many doctors.

From childhood to adulthood, there was no improvement at all, and even the cause of the disease could not be found.

Because of this, Bai Shiyuan has developed this cold and alienated temperament since he was a child. Contacting people seems to be separated by a layer of fog and a layer of veil. He will wear gloves when not necessary, and the distance between him and people has always been the same. meters away.

This is where the rumored eccentricity comes from.

A few days ago, the Bai family sought out Chun Yuye, a well-known doctor in the world. The young man has already made many bigwigs in the medical field feel inferior. Now they are starting to study Bai Shiyuan's condition.

Hearing his affirmative answer, Xiao Yue was both surprised and emotional: "Mr. Lin is so amazing, he actually... eh? How did you find out?"

Bai Shiyuan remembered that morning at Luoshui Temple.

Although he has been careful since he was a child, there are always situations where he has to come into contact with people. He is forced to exercise more than ordinary people can bear. Over the years, enduring pain has become as natural as drinking water.

Probably Lin Mo was different from the beginning.

He doesn't like to be alone with people, he doesn't like to talk to people, but he is constantly forced to be in these situations.

He likes to find a place to stay alone quietly. When he heard footsteps in the gazebo of the temple, he wanted to turn around and leave, but when he turned his head, he saw a man waving like a beckoning cat.

He changed his mind.

If he hadn't made an exception to shake hands, I'm afraid he would have missed it...

Bai Shiyuan said: "It's God's will."

Xiao Yue: "What?"

Bai Shiyuan didn't say anything anymore, seeing the backs of Zhong Ning and others about to turn and disappear, he started to leave.

Xiao Yue could only shout behind him: "Remember to tell your family members about your situation, and also, go to Dr. Chunyu's for a complete cure!"

After Bai Shiyuan heard it, he turned around and went back to the box.

All the way back, Lin Mo was a little sobered by the cool night wind. Seeing that the three of them were beside him, he smiled and held hands with each of them, "Come on, come back to the room with me to sleep."

One by one, they were all dragged in.

The room he lived in was a five-star room specially booked by Director Wang. Although it had one bed, it was super big and spacious.

Meng Jirong wanted him to sleep well and not make trouble.

But looking at the performance of Zhong Ning and Bai Shiyuan, they didn't look like they wanted to leave.

Pulled into the room by Lin Mo, he took off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose, put them back on and said, "Get up, I'll take you to wash your face."

Lin Mo, who was lying on the bed when he came in, immediately got up, sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hands: "Hug."

Meng Jirong stepped forward to help him up, and said to the frowning Zhong Ning, "Help Master Lin Xiaoguan spread the quilt."

Then he said to Bai Shiyuan: "Mr. Bai, please send me back together. It's all right now. Mr. Bai can go back to rest..."

Before he finished speaking, the person in his arms was not happy, and shouted: "No, no, I won't go back, I won't let you go."

Bai Shiyuan said lightly and refused to leave, and Lin Mo regained his composure.

Meng Jirong couldn't help but feel a little headache.

Lin Mo obediently looked up in his arms, eyes full of innocence, and said, "Wash your face."

Sighing inaudibly, Meng Jirong took him to the bathroom, where the sink was low, and he put his hands under Lin Mo's arms like a child and picked him up: "Sit on it and don't move around. "

Lin Mo nodded obediently, and followed Meng Jirong's movements with his head, watching intently.

Meng Jirong turned on the hot water, soaked the towel, noticed his gaze, and couldn't help laughing, "Look what I'm doing?"

Lin Mo whispered: "Kiss, I haven't kissed yet..."

His rosy lips couldn't help but pouted.

The sound of splashing water kept ringing.

The steaming water vapor gradually rendered the bathroom hot and stuffy, and the atmosphere gradually became hotter.

This sweltering heat couldn't help but make Meng Jirong's chest tighten.

He took off his glasses that were blurred by the heat, revealing his beautiful phoenix eyes, slightly lowered his head, and approached the person who didn't know what the danger was, and his hoarse voice slowly sounded: "Do you really want me to kiss you?"

The author has something to say: 1. Kissed. 2. Did not kiss

(Dai Gong: I probably know what you will choose haha~)

[ps: I'm going back home from home tomorrow afternoon~ I'll start making up changes the day after tomorrow, okay, go to bed early~]