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

Let's continue playing games.

Facing Jie Zhuo's invitation, Lin Mo lay on Xi Jinqian's shoulder and thought for a while: "Shall we play together?"

Zhan Wenshuang frowned: "Xiao Mo, it's late, it's time to go home."

Lin Mo was very obedient, he hummed blankly, but he didn't get off Xi Jinqian's body.

"Little Mo?"

Lin Mo suddenly covered his mouth and snickered, and whispered, "I still want to play games."

Jie Zhuo laughed so that people felt irritated and wanted to be beaten.

He stretched out his hands, just about to say, into his arms, we played games together, when Lin Mo straightened up a little, kissed Xi Jinqian's lips, and said with a smile that Aqian was unhappy, kiss.

Xi Jinqian was stunned.

Another kiss fell.

"Ah Qian is unhappy, kiss again." Lin Mo pouted.

Jie Zhuo slowly lowered his hand, the corner of his mouth curled up a little stiffly, "Baby Mo, you should only play with me."

Lin Mo shook his head, straightened his arms and made a big circle, "No, we!"

His us contains all, and his us only contains two people.

Misinterpretation of the meaning, resulting in very necessary misunderstandings.

Meng Jirong lowered his head and chuckled, pushing his rimless glasses and said, "I'm not happy either, come here and kiss me?"

As soon as the voice fell, it attracted the attention of others.

In terms of the degree of "taking advantage of the fire", Mr. Meng can be ranked first.

Lin Mo tilted his head: "But Ah Rong is very happy now."

Meng Jirong paused with his fingers and restrained his smile: "No, I'm not happy."

"No, Ah Rong is happy."

"I am not happy."

"Arong...eh?"

Before he could finish speaking, a pair of hands stretched out behind him to take Lin Mo out of Xi Jinqian's arms. It turned out that it was Zhan Wenshuang who walked over at some point.

Xi Jinqian's eyes turned cold, and he firmly held Lin Mo's waist.

Zhan Wenshuang didn't give in, wrapped his arms around Lin Mo's chest, and said in a cold tone, "Let go."

"You should let go."

Lin Mo lay halfway in the air, blinked in a daze, then jumped twice: "Ah, I'm going to fall! I'm going to fall!"

He was hugged firmly at first, but after thumping wildly, he was really unable to defend against punches and kicks. Xi Jinqian and Zhan Wenshuang had no choice but to let go of their hands, and Lin Mo stood up fiercely...

"Clap" sound.

Ass touches the ground.

This time, I was completely dumbfounded.

"Xiao Mo, are you okay?"

"Momo, how are you?"

Zhan Wenshuang and Xi Jinqian were startled, and at the same time squatted down to help Lin Mo up.

Lin Mo choked up, covered his buttocks with his hands, looked at the two aggrievedly, with accusing eyes, and took two steps back, refusing their support.

Zhong Ning took advantage of this moment to snatch him away. He rubbed his head, patted his back, and gently touched his butt: "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Lin Mo plunged into Zhong Ning's arms.

"Let's go home." Zhong Ning hugged Humanity, he looked at several people with different expressions and said, "Momo and I live in the same building, so I should send him back, so I won't bother you..."

"That's not what you say."

Jie Zhuo interrupted him, narrowing his eyes: "Some people will be chopped off if they stretch their hands too far."

Zhong Ning didn't give in at all: "You can try to see if you can chop it off."

"Chop what?" Lin Mo raised his head in doubt, hiccupped again, he swayed unsteadily, held Zhong Ning's face and smiled: "Don't move, A Ning, you can't even see clearly you."

"I didn't move." Zhong Ning said helplessly.

"Hi~haha." Lin Mo pinched Zhong Ning's face, he didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly laughed, "Cute, A Ning is cute, Jie Zhuo... Jie Zhuo is a dog man!"

The last yell successfully made Jie Zhuo look stiff, his temples protruded, and the raised corners of his mouth slowly smoothed out, and he said softly, "Oh? How did I become a dog man?"

Some people just don't have a clear understanding of themselves.

Lin Mo frowned, leaned against Zhong Ning's arms aggrievedly, covered his chest, and wanted to cry: "You are fierce."

Jiezhuo: "..."

He reviewed his tone and words just now, and he was very sure that there was no trace of murderous meaning, "I didn't."

"You have."

"I do not have."

"You have!"

"I do not have."

"You have it!" Lin Mo cried with his head up, his grievances seemed overwhelming: "Don't you know if a dog is a dog or not, how can you ask me!"

Jiezhuo: "..."

He rubbed the center of his brows, feeling a real headache right now: "Baby Mo, are you really drunk?"

Could it be that he was playing tricks on purpose?

Lin Mo sniffed: "Don't suck."

"What?" Jie Zhuo was taken aback.

"Don't baby Mo, look..." Lin Mo stretched out his arms and stroked his sleeves: "I have goosebumps, can you talk well, don't live like a pervert... No, you seem to be a pervert from the beginning .”

At the end, Lin Mo suddenly realized.

After living for so many years, Jie Zhuo was blocked for the first time and had nothing to say.

He calmed down his trembling mind, took a deep breath, and smiled again perfectly: "Do you want me to call you, Mo Bao?"

The last two words are spoken lightly and softly, lingering | lingering into the bone.

Hearing the familiar address, huge teardrops welled up in Lin Mo's eyes, and they flowed down, crying uncontrollably and heartbroken.

"Wow--"

Jiezhuo: "..."

His hoarse and deep voice has always been able to make people's bones crumble. Unexpectedly, this time he kicked the titanium alloy iron plate, and the toe bones started to hurt when he touched it. He was so tired that he seemed to be carrying a Himalayas on his back. I want to sigh deeply.

Why... just cried.

The others were also taken aback by Lin Mo's sudden howling, and stepped forward to comfort him, but Lin Mo's crying stopped abruptly. He rubbed his eyes and said innocently, "I'm thirsty."

"........."

The tense atmosphere just now finally eased up.

Holding a water glass in his hand, Lin Mo sat on an undamaged chair, his eyes glazed over, and he drank in small sips, while the others sat aside, guarding each other.

Jie Zhuo sneered: "Do you want to do this? If you also want to, I can share generously. Come together."

He talked without beginning or end, but Zhan Wenshuang and others understood what it meant.

Tang Yanchu said coldly: "Xiao Mo is not your plaything."

Jie Zhuo touched his chin and thought for a while: "Well, if you want to talk about playthings, I'm the one who plays with him so much now."

Lin Mo obediently drank the water and ignored it.

Zhan Wenshuang: "What qualifications do you have to share? It's not yours."

Jie Zhuo sneered: "Could it be yours?"

"Ah."

Suddenly there was an affirmative answer from the side.

Jie Zhuo turned his head quickly, Lin Mo was still slowly sipping water, as if the voice just now was not from him, seeing him looking over, he returned a slightly confused look.

Meng Jirong smiled and asked, "Momo, tell me, who do you belong to?"

"Whose?" Lin Mo repeated like a parrot.

Meng Jirong guided: "Are you mine?"

"Yes." Lin Mo replied, knocking his teeth on the cup.

"You are mine! Momo." Zhong Ning frowned.

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Yes."

Tang Yanchu: "Xiao Mo, didn't you say that you are the best in the world with me? You are mine."

"Yes."

Zhan Wenshuang glanced at others coldly: "Xiao Mo is drunk, he doesn't know what he is talking about."

Meng Jirong smiled and said, "Yes, there is only one person, and he can only belong to one person."

"In this situation, I think everyone will not quit willingly. Why don't we just play a game?"

Jie Zhuo was particularly interested: "How do you want to play? Who wins the game?"

Xi Jinqian: "Momo is not a thing, why should you decide who it belongs to?"

Lin Mo's eyes were confused, and he nodded extremely seriously: "Yes, I am nothing."

"Pfft." Jie Zhuo couldn't help laughing.

Tang Yanchu and others were helpless.

Xi Jinqian was silent for a while, stretched out his hand to press Lin Mo's shoulder, turned around, and faced him with deep eyes: "Mo Mo, a person's heart cannot be divided into several pieces, and it is impossible to separate them at all. Feelings need to be taken seriously. I believe you are not someone who treats feelings as playthings, so... who do you like?"

"Tell me please?"

Lin Mo blinked, "Who do you like?"

"Who do you like?" Xi Jinqian asked again.

Lin Mo covered his chest, mist slowly rose in his eyes, "I like it, Ah Ling."

Xi Jinqian's body froze suddenly.

The smiles on Jie Zhuo's and Meng Jirong's faces disappeared, Zhan Wenshuang, Zhong Ning, Tang Yanchu's face was terribly gloomy, and his fingers clenched tightly.

Ah Ling... who is it...

Lin Mo murmured: "I miss A-Ling, I miss A-Ling, I miss A-Ling so much."

"Who is he?" Xi Jinqian said with difficulty.

He felt as if his heart had been hit hard by a hammer, pierced by a sharp knife, and several holes were drilled bluntly, the pain surged like suffocation, and he could hardly breathe.

Lin Mo never explicitly said he likes him, but he behaved intimately, as if getting along with his lover naturally.

But not only for myself, but also for others...

Jealousy, jealousy, wanting to turn a blind eye and numb the senses.

In front of Lin Mo, he seemed to have lost his dignity and compromised, just wanting to occupy a seat.

The president of the dignified Ruixing Group, why bother to embarrass himself so much.

Don't you think it's ridiculous to be jealous?

If Lin Mo really has someone he loves so much, he will only use them as a substitute, spiritual comfort...

Is he going to let go?

Xi Jinqian's hand on Lin Mo's shoulder tightened suddenly, his eyes were terrifying, and the cold air was about to overflow from his whole body.

No!He will never let go!

Even if it is a robbery, you must firmly tie people by your side!Can't leave anywhere.

Xi Jinqian seemed to be emitting black air all over his body.

Lin Mo didn't notice it, but suddenly stepped forward and hugged Xi Jinqian, whispering coquettishly: "It's you, you are all Ah Ling, you are all..."

Xi Jinqian clenched his palms tightly.

Meng Jirong said in a low voice: "A Ling...does Momo treat us all as substitutes?"

Jie Zhuo's eyes were also terrifying, and he said with a smile, "That Ah Ling must be dead."

Zhan Wenshuang: "He must be dead."

Zhong Ning raised the corner of his mouth: "I'm afraid I'm so dead that I can't die anymore."

Tang Yanchu: Well, good death.

He was silent, thinking that as a policeman, he couldn't say such things.

Meng Jirong pushed his eyes and said, "Being used as a stand-in is not a pleasant thing no matter how you think about it. Why don't you guys quit as soon as possible? So as not to hurt you in the future."

No one answered.

Meng Jirong sighed: "It seems that the few of us have the same idea, would you rather be used as a stand-in than get it?"

The author has something to say: hhh~ Stand-in memes, step by step to find out that you are all alone, so we will be united in the future~

Lin Mo: I am miserable.

The first shift is √, and the second shift is getting ready for ing~