Abduct a boy and bring him back

In the past few days, Ling Huan has not seen Qiao Mohan again. He seems to be very busy. He has lunch outside and dinner every day. Ling Huan doesn't know the nature of Qiao Mohan's job. I don't know if it was him that day What did he do wrong, which made Qiao Mohan annoyed.

He now has tasks assigned by Yang Qing for his study every day. He stays with Qiao Mohan during the day and goes back to work for Yang Qing at night, and cooks for her as a reward.

Every time Yang Qing sees Ling Huan cooking her dinner, she feels guilty. She wanted to say something a few times, but she was beaten back by her current state of being very short of money.

The weather was getting colder, and he had no reason to stay there. Ling Huan got up early every day to go to Qiao Mohan's place to clean up, and then returned to his rented room to study.

The chances for the two of them to meet are even rarer. Ling Huan will occasionally use text messages to say which suits are being dry-cleaned, which clothes are hanging on the balcony, and occasionally make some hangover soup and put them in the refrigerator for him to drink. Remember to drink when you come back.

Every time Qiao Mohan saw these text messages, his emotions would be aroused by these stones.

He didn't know if Ling Huan would feel embarrassed like this, but after that day he had to face the problem that he had been consciously ignoring all along.

Ling Huan likes girls!

Although those actions with Yang Qing were all unconscious, they silently reminded Qiao Mohan of this fact.

Qiao Mohan has been used to loneliness these years, and he finally met someone he likes. He was a little frustrated. He had never deliberately chased someone before, and he felt that he seemed to be a little deliberate these days.

Today is Friday, and he got off work early. Qiao Mohan packed Ling Huan's favorite lobster and went back. He was very nervous along the way. He wondered if Ling Huan would think that he was fickle.

When he was waiting for the red light near his home, Qiao Mohan caught sight of Ling Huan who was looking down at his phone at the bus stop by the street.

Leaving so early today?

Qiao Mohan glanced at the packing box on the passenger seat, paused, and dialed Ling Huan's cell phone.

When the green light flashed in front of him, he continued to drive. The phone rang once and was connected. Before the other side could speak, he spoke first, "It's me, where are you now?"

Ling Huan seemed a little surprised over there, "Are you home? Don't you have to socialize today?"

The man paused, "Well, today is Friday, no social interaction."

Ling Huan's breathing became a little anxious, and he seemed a little excited, "Do you want to have dinner? I happened to be outside. Have you eaten yet? I'll be back from shopping."

"Okay, I brought food back, you can just buy less." Qiao Mohan turned the steering wheel and drove towards his own community.

"Got it, you're not short of money." Ling Huan said with a smile in his voice.

Qiao Mohan swept away the haze of these days, and happily closed the line.

Ling Huan hung up the phone, turned around and ran towards the supermarket. He didn't know what he was excited about. When he got to the supermarket gate, he felt ashamed when he saw other people's strange eyes.

Immediately, he quickly took out the mask from his pocket and covered it, his eyes still full of smiles.

Qiao Mohan's voice sounded the same as before, and Ling Huan felt excited when he thought that the problem he had been worrying about for the past two days did not exist at all.

Qiao Mohan didn't bother him, and brought back food, and was willing to treat him well.

What could be more joyful than this?

For the first time, someone was humming a song and walking forward picking vegetables, his thoughts were completely distracted by a phone call from Qiao Mohan.

I didn't even hear the clicking sound of the young lady behind me taking pictures.

Qiao Mohan was changing shoes in the entrance with his things in his hands. As soon as he entered the door, he could smell the long-lost disinfectant. When his aunt was there, the smell basically didn't dissipate. After Ling Huan took over, he seldom smelled it. This kind of smell, even if he wrote that the bedding should be soaked and disinfected when washing, Ling Huan has never been able to do it.

When I heard about it today, I always felt that something was different. Ling Huan seemed to be a little timid towards him these days, and the editors of the text messages were also quite standard. Those who didn't know thought it was an announcement to the government department.

Qiao Mohan breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the living room, and returned the message pressed on the remote control board on the table, "Brother Qiao, I sterilized the house, and the bedding was soaked to dry on the balcony. I may not have time to collect it." , please come back and collect it, just put it in the guest room, I will come and clean it up tomorrow."

Signed, Ling Huan.

Even the handwriting is much stiffer than usual, every word is paused, horizontally and vertically.

Qiao Mohan took the note and walked around, and found that the sofa and some decorations smelled of alcohol. It seemed that he had been cold for two days, and he had carried out every item on the A4 paper to the end.

He opened the drawers and cabinets in the living room and pushed open the door of the guest room to check everything. Except for this note to leave a message, there was no trace of Ling Huan in the house.

Qiao Mohan sat on the sofa, tapped his fingers on the armrest, and seriously reflected on his actions in the past few days.

It seemed that this kid was really scared.

You found a lot of invoices in the cabinet where he put the money. He probably glanced at them twice, and randomly counted the remaining money, which is not bad for a dime.

This kid is really bothered.

Probably because he was afraid that he would misunderstand and have a shadow on these things.

Ling Huan came back after a while, and when he entered the entrance, he shouted at his brother, Qiao Mohan's black line, I don't know, I thought they had been separated for many years, and they just met today!

He drank the water from the cup he had just filled, and at the same time he spent all his time looking at someone who could be so excited even if he bought a bag of vegetables and changed his shoes.

"Why, you miss me just a few days ago?"

After Ling Huan changed his shoes, he stood up straight, with a black mask on his face, and he looked like a cold and handsome boy.

However, it was exposed as soon as he opened his mouth, and the voice was so breathless that people wanted to wear earphones, "How do you know, I just miss you so much, everyone running along the way must think I am a big fool."

The man almost sprayed his face with water, and Qiao Mohan felt his forehead twitch when the words matched the tone.

"Shut up, stand up straight for me, and stop talking before you breathe!"

Ling Huan was speechless, "Oh~" twice.

Holding the cup, Qiao Mohan immediately turned around and walked into the living room.