Abduct a boy and bring him back

Ling Huan was stunned for a long time before he realized that Qiao Mohan might be getting up like this because the suit on his body was too uncomfortable.

He could only struggle forward, standing obliquely behind the man, helping to pull his sleeves off, Qiao Mohan sighed, as if he finally felt comfortable, fell on the bed, tossed and tore his own Shirt, Ling Huan's brain twitched, and a possibility emerged. Does Qiao Mohan like to sleep naked at night?

The outline of the man's chest gradually emerged as his body tensed. Ling Huan could only help him fasten the buttons on his chest. Qiao Mohan felt the touch, and grabbed Ling Huan's hand, and then As if awakened suddenly, he stared closely at the person in front of him.

Ling Huan was too scared by the man to move, "Brother? Are you awake?"

Qiao Mohan still didn't understand, but after a while, he loosened his grip on Ling Huan, "Ling Huan?"

Ling Huan was speechless, he became less courageous after being startled, "Ah, it's me..."

Qiao Mohan closed his eyes, his hands were relaxed by his sides, his voice was low and magnetic, and Ling Huan blushed slightly, "It's just right, help me take off my clothes."

Ling Huan, "..."

Uh, take off, if he just helped him take off his clothes...

Ling Huan paused, hesitated and suddenly dared not go forward.

Qiao Mohan's voice sounded again, slightly irritable, "What are the ink marks, hurry up!"

Ling Huan shook his hands, and stepped forward to undo the top button for him. Qiao Mohan's Adam's apple slid gently, and Ling Huan continued to undo the second one, revealing a large collarbone until the entire chest was exposed. Huan took a deep breath, poked his arm, the man sat up slightly tacitly, and asked Ling Huan to take off his clothes.

Then fell back on the bed again, Ling Huan could even feel the smell of alcohol erupting from his nose, very warm and very tempting.

"Continue..." The man closed his eyes and touched Ling Huan's head.

Ling Huan was speechless, why did he feel so humiliated?

With the sound of the belt buttons being unbuttoned, Ling Huan's ears turned slightly red, and he gritted his teeth and gave him back the trousers.

Qiao Mohan showed unprecedented cooperation at this moment, Ling Huan took a deep breath, and covered him with the quilt, "Then Brother Qiao, I, I'm going out first."

The man turned over, facing the source of the sound, where Ling Huan was, and then lifted Ling Huan to his chest with his arms, "No rush."

Ling Huan was caught off guard by him and pulled him onto his arms, with his legs curled up beside the bed in a special position.

"Brother Joe..."

Qiao Mohan seemed uncomfortable, and his expression was not very good, "Huh?"

It seemed that because the distance between the two was too close, Ling Huan didn't even dare to breathe too loudly. Seeing that Ling Huan hadn't answered for a long time, Qiao Mohan put his arms around Ling Huan's neck and rubbed his head against Ling Huan's neck. Showing rare fragility and attachment, "Why are you here at this time?"

Ling Huan's heart was still for a moment, and then it started to move violently again. Qiao Mohan's black hair scratched him a little, but he couldn't laugh, "I, I made a lot of food, come and give it to me. You send some."

Hearing this, Qiao Mohan's expression stretched like never before, his face moved away from his neck, and his lips groped on his cheek, which was not considered a kiss, "It's so good, I'm so caring, I'm a little tired, I'll see you later Get up and eat, and lie down with me."

Ling Huan, "..." He gulped down his saliva, just... sleep?

When Qiao Mohan woke up again, Ling Huan was no longer there. He sat up and rubbed his sore temples, stood up and opened the curtains, the night seemed to be very deep.

He didn't know when Ling Huan left. The living room was much cleaner than when he came back, and all the clothes he changed were washed and hung on the balcony. Qiao Mohan guessed that Ling Huan cleaned up the house for him without stopping. again.

He opened the refrigerator again and took a look. The expired ingredients had been cleared out, and the meals Ling Huan brought over were placed on the outermost layer in crisper boxes and neatly arranged.

There are also post-it notes on it, with Ling Huan's crooked words on them, which ones can be heated in the microwave oven, and which ones need to be reheated.

Tsk tsk, this word is true, it is really not easy for him to recognize it.

He simply counted, there are at least nine dishes here, and they are all big dishes.

Ling Huan probably spent the whole morning at home cooking for grandma honestly, silly boy!

However, he thought of making an extra portion for him, which is considered to be his intention, and he said that his companionship these days has not been useless.

Qiao Mohan glanced at the time, it was twelve o'clock in the evening, he took a photo of Ling Huan's post-it note and sent him a WeChat message, "Baby, did you sell the pen I gave you for money?"

1 minute passed, Ling Huan did not return.

10 minutes, 10 minutes, still no reply.

Qiao Mohan sighed, took out two dishes from the refrigerator and heated them in the microwave.

Some doubts, is he acting too eager?

A tomato stewed beef brisket, a tomato sauce prawns.

He estimated that he would have to eat these dishes for another day tomorrow.

Qiao Mohan was eating while staring at his phone. In the afternoon, he was a little drunk, but he couldn't remember everything. He could vaguely remember that Ling Huan helped him take off his clothes and was hugged by him to sleep with him. For a while.

So, does Ling Huan feel uncomfortable?

Qiao Mohan couldn't help thinking wildly, wanted to call Ling Huan to confirm, and thought that today was grandma's first day, maybe why Ling Huan was sad now, he couldn't be too aggressive.

……

Looking at the WeChat message sent by Qiao Mohan, Ling Huan felt a little bit excited. When he saw the word "Baby", he felt even worse, because it seemed that he was getting closer to Qiao Mohan, and he liked it.

But also a little scared.

Qiao Mohan may be looking at himself as pitiful, especially because he is a handsome tree with a crooked neck.

Qiao Mohan's family was well-off, and it was impossible to get in touch with people like him in his life circle, so... after losing his grandma, this kind of sympathy reached its peak.

Ling Huan thought ignorantly.

Two men, he is still a man with no social value, how long will Qiao Mohan keep him?How long will it be with him?

Ling Huan lifted the quilt to the top of his head, not wanting to scare himself anymore. He likes the feeling of staying with Qiao Mohan, but starting tomorrow, he will be a real person. It is time to make some plans and have his own life. There should be some self-knowledge.