Abduct a boy and bring him back

Ling Huan stretched out his hand and pushed his chest, "Didn't you go somewhere to study love recently, right? No matter how you speak, you are always in the same way."

Qiao Mohan breathed out, and was pushed into the driver's seat by him, "Boyfriend, classmate, why are you so confused!"

Ling Huan's ears turned red habitually, and he muttered, "What kind of style do you want under such heavy snow..."

The man wondered if all the surprises he had today turned into a donkey's liver and lungs.

There is already a lot of snow on the road now, Qiao Mohan didn't drive so fast, so he drove slowly towards his home.

The inside of the car was very quiet, and the snowflakes falling outside made it look very tender. Ling Huan glanced at the side of the man's face, his heart was full, and he reached out and tugged the man's little finger on the gear lever unconsciously.

He said in a low voice, "Qiao Mohan, thank you..."

The man opened his hand to grab his, and couldn't help interlocking his fingers.

"Thank you for what? Where are you thankful?" Qiao Mohan's thumb rubbed his.

"Everything, I'm happiest that you can come today..." Ling Huan looked forward, and couldn't help moving his fingers, picking at his.

Qiao Mohan didn't speak anymore, he parked the car in front of the red light, looked at the time again, and said again, "It's almost twelve o'clock, happy birthday!" The man looked at him sideways.

Ling Huan lowered his eyes, looked down at the hands of the two people who were intertwined, and asked uncertainly, "Then, will you always be here from now on?"

Qiao Mohan leaned in front of him, and moved his other hand over, forcing him to look up at himself, "Ling Huan, are you lacking confidence in yourself?"

Ling Huan obviously pouted at him, "...you think too much, I have no confidence in you."

The man raised his eyebrows, "...Huh?"

"In the first place, you bent me, what if you don't bend me thoroughly?" Ling Huan said.

Qiao Mohan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Are you afraid that I won't want you because of a woman?"

Ling Huan didn't admit it, he just made up an excuse, and when he passed the green light, he took the initiative to let go of the man's hand, "Hurry up and drive."

The man started the car, "I'm just a fool, I promise I'm doing a thorough turn now, as long as you don't run away with any woman in the future."

Ling Huan knocked his head on the car window, looked at the shadow of Qiao Mohan printed on it, and poked it.

"I don't seem to have told you when is my birthday?" Ling Huan recalled the last time he made a cake at home.

"Tell me!" Qiao Mohan smiled.

Ling Huan tilted his head to look at him, frowning and thinking about when he said it, was it when he was sleepwalking?still……

The car slid into the garage, Ling Huan stretched and got out of the car, the man who followed behind grabbed his shoulders and bit him on the ear.

"Ah... Take it easy!" Ling Huan covered his red ears, stretched out his hand and twisted the man's waist again.

Qiao Mohan felt itchy, jumped all the way away, Ling Huan laughed twice, turned around and ran towards the elevator, once he entered the elevator, he immediately pressed it, shutting the man out on purpose, Qiao Mo Han stared dumbfoundedly at the elevator that had already gone up, and couldn't figure out Ling Huan's brain circuit, what happened to being so mischievous all of a sudden?

He looked at the key in his hand, and was blocked by Ling Huan from the inside, "Little heartless, I ran all the way back to celebrate your birthday, get up and open it, or I'm going to knock on the door... See if I go in for a while and don't clean you up!"

It took Ling Huan a long time to open the door reluctantly.

Qiao Mohan came in, glanced at him lightly, turned around and closed the door, Ling Huan watched the man close the door and faced his gaze, and took a step back unconsciously, "You, you, you..." The three you After the word was finished, the man quickly fixed it to the wall behind him.

"Me, me? Huh?" When the voice fell to the ground, there was almost no chance for Ling Huan to speak, and he kissed his lips directly, and it was the first time that he tossed and tumbled on it without any scruples.

Ling Huan's eyes widened, looking at the man who was already at a negative distance, his eyelashes, his pores, everything was infinitely magnified in front of his eyes.

Qiao Mohan's breathing was so hot that the infected Ling Huan felt as if his whole body was burning up.

The man was eager to attack the city, his hands came from the wall behind Ling Huan to his shoulders, and when he was about to suffocate, he shifted his target to his neck, behind his ears, behind his neck.

Ling Huan breathed heavily following the man's rhythm, trembling unconsciously, "Qiao Mohan..." he called him, his voice trembling slightly.

The man left a red mark on the back of his neck, and then he raised his head from his body, "You know it's wrong?"

Ling Huan's neck was red from being ravaged, and he pressed his hands between the two, suddenly feeling that the atmosphere was extremely ambiguous at the moment, his heart was still beating non-stop, and if he added more fire, he would probably jump out of his mouth I couldn't help but say, "Don't get so close to me, I'm going to be out of breath."

Qiao Mohan stepped back resentfully, allowing him to get out of his range and run towards the living room.

The living room did not know when the cake was delivered, and there was a bouquet of roses beside it. Ling Huan turned to look at the dial in the living room. He had selectively forgotten what happened just now, and shouted in the direction behind him, "Brother Qiao, you Come on, cut the cake and cut the cake, there are still 10 minutes to go."

The man followed in, and saw that Ling Huan was already frantically unpacking the cake box.

"Why are you shaking? There are still 10 minutes! There is still time." Qiao Mohan came to him and helped him take out the cake. "From the Black Forest, do you like it?"

Ling Huan nodded like a chick pecking at rice. The sales of this cake were hundreds of times better than the one he made that day. He urged, "Quickly cut it..."

Qiao Mo was overjoyed, and started to plug in the candle and light it, "What's the hurry, I haven't made a wish yet."

Ling Huan became a little embarrassed. He had never done this kind of thing since he was a child. He just felt a little helpless and unfamiliar. The man clasped his hands together for him, "Close your eyes and make a wish in your heart."

He then muttered something silently in his heart, and then blew out the candles with Qiao Mohan.

The size of the cake was not big. The man took two large spoons from the kitchen in a down-to-earth manner, looked at the hands of the watch again, and said, "Just eat it like this, don't cut it, and take the first bite."

Ling Huan sat cross-legged on the carpet, dug a spoon, and after a pause for two seconds, it reached Qiao Mohan's lips, "No, it's your reward, you eat first!"

Qiao Mohan smiled, "Good boy, very good!" Then he opened his mouth and ate it.

Ling Huan buried his head in eating the cake seriously, feeling that today's birthday is a bit miraculous, very miraculous.

Because of Qiao Mohan, there are always beautiful little accidents that make him feel happy.

Eating, eating, Ling Huan muttered, "Brother, actually...I miss you a little bit today. Fortunately, you are here."