Abduct a boy and bring him back

When he arrived at the door, Ling Huan wanted to say something to persuade him to go home, but Qiao Mohan forced him in without saying a word.

Leaving him and Xiaoyu staring at each other, he forgot that Qiao Mohan was the last one to come out when he went out today, so it was this man who locked the door and he had the key in his hand.

With a headache, Ling Huan led Xiaoyu into the door and reminded Qiao Mohan, "My house only has one bedroom."

Qiao Mohan turned to look at him, his eyes were a little unclear, and said, "I sleep on the sofa."

Ling Huan thought he would say something like the bed is big enough to sleep on, but he is so self-aware today. However, the overall length of this sofa seems to be less than half the size of a man, can it sleep on it?He felt a little nervous, but he didn't say anything!

Everyone said he was going to sleep on the sofa, what else could he say!

"Brother, does that brother outside really want to sleep on the sofa?" Xiaoyu said.

Ling Huan looked at her while putting her pajamas on, "If you don't sleep on the sofa, there is no place for him to sleep at home." Ling Huan wanted to tease him, "Could it be that Xiaoyu wants to sleep with him?"

Who knew that the little girl was really serious about it, "...it's okay, Xiaoyu is very young and can sleep on the sofa, so let the brother outside sleep on the bed."

Qiao Mohan was leaning against the door of the bathroom, but he didn't die when he heard this, it was really sensible and made people feel distressed.

Ling Huan came out to wash after putting the child to sleep. Qiao Mohan was still sitting on the sofa and swiping his phone. Ling Huan thought to himself, he didn't know when he became a low-headed person after not seeing him for so long.

He was just about to enter the bathroom when there was a knock on the door from the entrance. Ling Huan frowned. What time?Could it be Qin Feng?

No one else knew that he lived here.

Just as Ling Huan was going to open the door, Qiao Mohan went to the door with his mobile phone.

Ling Huan, "..." This person is very familiar...

After seeing who the person outside was, he silently touched his nose again.

It was Feng Xiang, Qiao Mohan's assistant, who came to deliver clothes to someone. After handing the clothes to Qiao Mohan, he passed Qiao Mohan and Ling Huan behind him and nodded, "Long time no see."

Ling Huan said with a little embarrassment, "Long time no see, come in and have a seat."

"It's getting late, next time, you guys rest first, I'll be over now..." Feng Xiang glanced at his own president, then said politely with a wink, and then went downstairs to leave.

Ling Huan turned around and went in to wash, paused to look at the people who seemed to be planning to camp here for a long time, sighed, and went in to close the door.

In the middle of the night, Ling Huan couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning. He came out of the bedroom to pour water. Qiao Mohan was curled up on the sofa playing with his mobile phone. Ling Huan rubbed his forehead. There was really nothing he could do about him.

It was already one o'clock, and there was no way to go on like this. He poured water and kicked Qiao Mohan's lower leg while drinking.

"Hey, it's time to sleep, it's time to sleep, why are you playing on your phone in the middle of the night..." Ling Huan said.

Qiao Mohan flipped up from the sofa, threw away the phone, hugged Ling Huan in this posture of sitting and standing, and rubbed his head against Ling Huan's stomach that was uncomfortable because he had eaten too much today.

Well, just like Ling Huan liked to rub Qiao Mohan before.

Ling Huan's hand holding the water glass trembled and almost threw it out.

"Qiao Mohan..." Ling Huan called him.

The man hugged his waist, probably because he was tired, but he was not as unreasonable as in the daytime, "Huh?" Qiao Mohan replied.

Ling Huan sighed, in this kind of atmosphere, he really didn't want to say anything that would spoil the scenery or put him in a bad mood.

"Go to the bedroom and sleep." There is no air conditioner in the living room outside, although it is night but it is still not cool, Ling Huan can't bear it, compared to Qiao Mohan's cool big apartment, the environment here is many times worse.

Qiao Mohan slightly loosened the arms around his waist, looked up at him, and said seriously, "If you love me, come back with me."

Ling Huan's lips trembled, opened and closed, but he still couldn't say anything in the end.

Qiao Mohan saw that he was still like that, so he added another strong dose of medicine, "I can help you adopt Xiaoyu." He said, "The little girl is very cute, but she will still be sent to orphans in a few days. Yard, are you willing?"

Ling Huan was shocked, "Are you investigating me?"

Speaking of this, Qiao Mohan knew that he was ignorant, so he shrank his arms again, hugged him tightly, knocked his head on his waist, and said in a low voice, "If I don't check, maybe I don't know that you have already came back."

Ling Huan raised his forehead, looking at the big head on his stomach, there was nothing he could do, and he didn't know when he learned this trick.

"You can't threaten me like this, I will be angry." He said weakly.

Qiao Mohan couldn't help laughing when he heard his soft and unintimidating voice, "But you didn't give me any other way to get you back."

Ling Huan stood there in a daze, trying to break free from him, but his strength was really far from the man's arms, "It's too hot, let me go."

Only then did Qiao Mohan let him go reluctantly, and then leaned back on the sofa, "Sometimes, you really make me want to lock you up and deal with it."

Ling Huan put the water glass on the table in front of him, sat down beside him, a little arrogantly determined, "You are not willing!"

The corner of the man's mouth twitched, his teeth itching in anger, but he smiled again, and repeated, "Yeah, I don't want to part with it."

Ling Huan tilted his head on the sofa, and seemed to be aware of the pink and pink division at the moment, so he awkwardly picked up the mobile phone that Qiao Mohan had just played with, glanced at the screen, and couldn't help saying, "Internet addiction boy, what are you doing now?" yes!"

Qiao Mohan straightened his legs and stretched his muscles, "It was completely forced by boredom."

The man's mobile phone has never been set with a password, Ling Huan slammed down twice, and the mobile phone is hot, this man has checked Weibo all night, right?

But soon he knew why he smiled so happily at his phone during dinner today.

Qiao Mohan reposted his latest Weibo, and said something thought-provoking, "Next time I will help you remember the password..."

The following fans asked directly, did the two of them go to an alien planet, disappeared together and reappeared together, did they feel overwhelmed by CP?

The corners of Ling Huan's mouth twitched as he watched, because he underestimated the brain power of these people.

Ever since he posted the last Weibo, he couldn't help but go to his homepage before he came back again. All the old fans who have been immersed in it for two years have popped up and thumped excitedly under his Weibo.

It has been two years and has not been forgotten, Ling Huan feels that this kind of liking through the network cable is simply too subtle.

He sat cross-legged on the sofa, Qiao Mohan tilted his head and looked at him as he flipped through the comments, and there was a sense of tranquility. Although it was already midnight at this moment, the two "boys" couldn't stop Internet addiction exploded.

"Should I post a selfie at this time to make up for it?" Ling Huan smiled, looking very happy.