Abduct a boy and bring him back

Ling Huan has long been indifferent to these gossips on the Internet, and the classmates who know him in the class have long been familiar with it. Qin Feng is obviously a rich second generation. He doesn't hide it, but he never shows off his wealth.

It's just that those who can't eat sour grapes can only complain on the Internet to vent their cynical views.

Ling Huan didn't come to express his position, and some Weibo posts were deleted in a flash. He didn't know why, and he didn't dig into it. There wasn't much time left in the college entrance examination, and the class had begun to forcibly collect mobile phones.

Ling Huan is the most conscious, occasionally seeing Ling Huan's mobile phone left alone on the podium during get out of class or meal time.

If he hadn't had to talk to Qiao Mohan every day, he probably would have forgotten to charge the battery.

Qin Feng admired his enthusiasm, anyway, he had reached the period of burnout, and felt like throwing up when he saw piles of papers.

On Saturday, the day of vacation, Ling Huan was delayed from get out of class in the afternoon. It was a bit late, and he hurried to the tea restaurant with his things, almost being late.

So there was a major accident, well, it was a major accident for Ling Huan.

Qiao Mohan didn't receive anyone, and lost contact with him.

Yes, Ling Huan deliberately left [-]% of the battery in his phone without sleeping or eating, but it was still turned off, so he went to the store to charge his phone, and after working at the bar for a long time, he quietly squatted behind Qiao Mohan called.

"Brother, I was really wrong. My phone is out of battery. I think I want to contact you..." Ling Huan's voice sounded soft and funny in Wen You's ears.

Qiao Mohan didn't know what to say, Ling Huan looked at the cut off call interface with an expression of disbelief and bewilderment.

It is very rare for men to lose their temper. A large part of the reason may not be because the phone ran out of power, but because Linghuan didn't know how to feel sorry for himself. Even if he was short of money, he shouldn't be like this. ?

So when Ling Huan got off work at night, there was still no sign of the man. Someone flipped through WeChat and sent him countless soft and cute emoticons, but these messages were still as if they had disappeared.

However, when he arrived downstairs at his own house, Ling Huan's eyes really brightened, and he became excited all of a sudden.

The light in the living room was on!

He threw the things he was carrying onto his shoulders, and strode upstairs. Qiao Mohan still loved him.

Ah ah ah ah ah……

He felt like Popeye who suddenly ate spinach, and his whole body was full of strength. , Head down and rush forward.

Opening the door, Qiao Mohan saw the old god sitting on the sofa, threw the things on his hands and the bag on his body, and rushed towards the man, trying his best to squeeze his body into the man's arms.

The corner of Qiao Mohan's mouth twitched, he was very cold, and he didn't hug him. After watching his head rub against his body for a minute, he said, "Get up and take a shower, see what time it is!"

Ling Huan pursed his mouth, knowing that he was still angry, then let him go slowly, then squatted on the carpet in front of the man, apologized with downcast eyes, "...Brother, I know I was wrong, don't be angry."

The man snorted coldly, "I have nothing to be angry with, you are tired, I will rest mine."

Ling Huan suddenly felt that such an awkward man was so cute and tight. He squatted down and hugged the man's head and kissed Qiao Mohan's lips affectionately.

"I know I'm wrong, don't do this... I'm also very sad."

Qiao Mohan didn't look at him, and didn't look at his face. Ling Huan was very sad, curled up his legs and desperately moved towards the man's eyes, "Look at me, look at me!"

In distress, Ling Huan directly spread his legs, squeezed face to face with the man's lap and sat down, then held his face and insisted that he look at him once, as if this meant that the man was no longer angry.

Qiao Mohan was laughed angrily by him, and he squeezed his face into various shapes, so he couldn't bear it and said, "Okay, take it!"

Only then did Ling Huan really breathe a sigh of relief, hugging his neck and burying his head on his shoulder, he didn't want to go down anymore.

"...I'm sorry." Ling Huan said.

In fact, he was a little at a loss. He wanted to work harder to get closer to the man, but it seemed that he would be self-defeating in the end and make the man unhappy.

Qiao Mohan breathed out, and patted him on the back helplessly, "The food is in the refrigerator, go and heat it up yourself."

Ling Huan still didn't move, hugging the person tightly, "Then aren't you angry?"

"So what if you're angry? Don't you still want to go on?" Qiao Mohan's tone was flat, and there was no sound of joy or anger.

Ling Huan was a little disappointed and panicked, and he asked after a while, "...then you won't be angry if I don't go?"

Qiao Mohan's body froze, and then his tone eased, "I'm not letting you go, but if your body allows." The man continued, "I'm not forcing you, I'm just feeling sorry for you."

Ling Huan secretly smiled, tilted his head and kissed the man's ear, "I'm not tired..." He explained to the man in a low voice.

Not tired?Jomo patted his calf coldly. Before he had to use much effort, someone gasped. From seven o'clock to eleven o'clock, he stood for four hours, and tomorrow will be the whole day. "Is this not tired? Do you want me to lose my temper before you are really obedient?"

Ling Huan raised his head from the man with some guilt, and wanted to struggle.

"...But I made an agreement with the boss, and I will keep doing it after the college entrance examination."

Qiao Mohan glared at him, "So, this is your reason, right?"

Ling Huan shook his head like a rattle, "Don't be angry, why don't I discuss it with the boss tomorrow?!"

After calming down Qiao Mohan's anger, Ling Huan was exhausted like a dog, his mind and body suddenly relaxed, his eyelids began to fight, and he sat on the carpet to eat, feeling very dazed.

Qiao Mohan was angry and distressed, so he simply sat beside him and fed him, "Open your eyes and take two more bites."

Ling Huan stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, pretending to be in a state of collapse, and discussed with him, "Then can I not take a shower later?"

The man laughed, "...No."

Ling Huan couldn't even taste the taste of this food, he was in so much pain, "Well." He opened his mouth to eat the beef that Qiao Mohan fed him, and then justified himself inarticulately, "I washed it last night. The shower is not very dirty..."

In the end, Qiao Mohan didn't force him. He carried him back to the bedroom, stripped his clothes and stuffed them under the quilt. When he turned to leave, Ling Huan narrowed his eyes and tugged at Qiao Mohan's hand in distress, "I seem to be I forgot something, let me think about it..."

The man held his forehead and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him to think.

However, Ling Huan scratched his head for a long time, but found that his brain still couldn't move, and his breathing became calmer after thinking about it.

Qiao Mohan looked at the person who had fallen asleep on the bed speechlessly, his face was covered with black lines.

This must be so tiring!