The love I killed is back

When He Jinbo came, he was carrying a black luggage bag. He pressed the doorbell, and soon Mo Wenliang opened the door.

"Come in." Mo Wenliang glanced at the luggage bag without leaving a trace.

It was the first time for He Jinbo to see Mo Wenliang's appearance at home. He was dressed casually and wore an apron, and the scent he inhaled was very strong. His eyes lit up: "Are you cooking?"

"Well, you can do whatever you want." Mo Wenliang walked into the kitchen and continued to cut the meat. A pot of soup was simmering beside him, which looked delicious and delicious.

He Jinbo walked over and hugged Mo Wenliang from behind. He was much taller than Mo Wenliang, and his posture seemed to enclose him in his arms. He lowered his head and asked, "What makes you cook so delicious?"

Mo Wenliang stopped when He Jinbo approached, but he did not resist the approach of the other party, but said calmly: "I almost cut my finger."

"Sorry." He Jinbo apologized very quickly and sincerely, but he didn't let go of his arms around his waist.

"This is pork ribs stewed with yam. It tastes good." Mo Wenliang smiled when talking about his favorite food.

He Jinbo frowned in a rare way: "I don't like eating yams very much."

"I know." Mo Wenliang said.

"You know I don't like yam?" He Jinbo grabbed Mo Wenliang's shoulder and forced him to turn around, "How did you know?"

Mo Wenliang was still holding the meat-cutting knife in his hand: "I knew it when you said it just now. I will eat yam and you can eat pork ribs and soup."

He Jinbo didn't relax, he looked straight at Mo Wenliang's face, but couldn't see any clues, he let go of his hand, pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a very forced smile: "You go ahead, I'll go to the living room to watch TV. "

On the contrary, Mo Wenliang looked as usual: "Okay, you can go."

He Jinbo walked out of the kitchen, and Mo Wenliang resumed cutting the meat on the chopping board. He glanced at the yam floating on the soup in the pot, and his lips curved.

Of course he knows that He Jinbo doesn't like to eat yams, isn't that what we were like nine years ago...

I eat yam, you eat ribs.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, He Jinbo realized that if he didn't speak, the only sound in the room would be the sound of Mo Wenliang cutting meat, which sounded evenly and rhythmically. He felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He took the remote control to turn on the TV and pressed An entertainment program.

People in the entertainment program made funny moves from time to time, and the laughter from the screen eased the tension in the air. He Jinbo felt a lot more relaxed. Suddenly he heard a ringing, it was Mo Wenliang's mobile phone on the table.

He Jinbo picked up the phone and looked at it. It was Yu Xin. He got up and walked towards the kitchen: "Wen Liang's call is from Yu Xin."

Mo Wenliang put down the knife, picked up the rag beside him to wipe his hands and was about to take the phone, when He Jinbo suddenly said, "Don't tell him we're eating at your house."

He didn't want to be spoiled by Yu Xin when he was alone.

Mo Wenliang froze for a moment, then lowered his eyelids and smiled, "I understand."

He Jinbo was elated by Mo Wenliang's words, which I understand.

Mo Wenliang picked up the call: "Yu Xin, what's wrong?"

"Wen Liang, the store will be closed starting tomorrow."

Mo Wenliang squinted his eyes, feeling a little nervous: "What happened!"

"Fuck! Why did your tone suddenly become so gloomy?" Yu Xin on the other end of the call seemed to be frightened by Mo Wenliang, but soon he said: "My mom's birthday is tomorrow, and I plan to take her to the resort for a few days. sky."

Mo Wenliang felt relieved: "I wish you all a good time."

"Hey? What you guys? And you! You want to go too." Yu Xin obviously didn't intend to let Mo Wenliang go.

"I won't go." Mo Wenliang coldly refused, he had planned to leave here.

But when the person on the other end of the phone was replaced by Aunt Gan, Mo Wenliang could no longer directly refuse.

"Wen Liang, I know you don't have much money on you. This time, for Auntie's birthday, you will cover all expenses."

"Aunt Gan, that's not what I meant."

"Auntie understands, but you have the same place in my heart as Xiaoxin. This time, you must go with me when you go to the resort." Aunt Gan's tone suddenly became quite tough when she said that.

Mo Wenliang was speechless, he really hated this kind of self-assessment, it made his heart ache, and he replied after a while: "Aunt Gan, I will go."

Aunt Gan was obviously very happy: "Okay, I will ask Xiaoxin to pick you up tomorrow morning, and then we will go together."

Mo Wenliang could still hear Yu Xin's wailing on the other end of the phone. He knew that the other party was most afraid of getting up early, so he smiled: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Wenliang stood quietly for a while, until the soup in the pot overflowed and he didn't react. He hurriedly turned off the fire and wiped the surrounding area with a rag.

The soup is ready... Mo Wenliang's eyes darkened. He shouldn't have agreed to go to the resort. Li Qingwei would not let him go no matter whether he lived or died. He should leave the city immediately.

If you don't leave, it will be too late.

"boom!"

He Jinbo was sitting on the sofa, but when he heard the sound, he strode directly into the kitchen. When he entered, he saw a pot full of soup lying on the floor, and yams and ribs were also spilled all over the floor.

He Jinbo didn't care about the spilled soup, he walked up to Mo Wenliang and looked carefully: "Is there any injury?"

Mo Wenliang shook his head, and he took off the gloves on his hands: "I'm fine, I accidentally slipped my hand."

"As long as you're fine, where is the mop? Let's clean up here," He Jinbo felt relieved, and squatted down to pick up the things and throw them into the trash can. "It's a pity that you made such a delicious soup."

Mo Wenliang stood still, looking down at He Jinbo, his voice could not hear any emotion: "Yes, what a pity."

Then they cleaned up the mess on the ground. Mo Wenliang cooked a few more dishes and sat at the dining table to eat together. He Jinbo was surprised that Mo Wenliang was so good at cooking, so he bluntly ate two bowls of rice and said : "Can I hire you to be my personal chef?"

Mo Wen smiled coldly: "Do you still need to hire? If you want to eat, come here, and your portion will always be indispensable."

He Jinbo was very satisfied with this answer, and he said, "Are you planning to go to the resort tomorrow?"

Mo Wenliang didn't tell He Jinbo that it was Yu Xin. He sighed inwardly. It seemed that Yu Xin was still trying to match them up secretly. He nodded: "To celebrate Aunt Gan's birthday, of course I will go."

"That includes me, Aunt Gan is always nice to me." He Jinbo said calmly.

Mo Wenliang's hand trembled when he heard this, and he fell to the ground. He looked at He Jinbo strangely: "You haven't seen Aunt Gan a few times, okay?"

He Jinbo said seriously: "Some people, seeing them once is better than seeing them every day."

Mo Wenliang was convinced: "Since Yu Xin has told you, he doesn't mind if you want to come."

After eating, He Jinbo looked at Mo Wenliang and asked in a low voice, "Can I stay tonight?"

Mo Wenliang raised his eyes and glanced at him: "As long as you wash the dishes, everything can be discussed."

He Jinbo immediately walked towards the kitchen with the bowl in hand.

It wasn't until the sound of water came from the kitchen that Mo Wenliang got up and walked to the luggage bag. He unzipped the zipper, and there were stacks of hundred-yuan bills inside. He picked up the bag and walked into the bedroom.

When He Jinbo came out after washing the dishes, Mo Wenliang was already sitting in front of the sofa watching TV. Unlike the previous entertainment programs, he watched a horror movie. The white figures that flashed from time to time combined with the sound were particularly scary.

But Mo Wenliang's expression was indifferent throughout the whole process. Whether it was the collapse of the protagonist tortured by fear or the hideous face of the ghost, he still had no expression.

He Jinbo doubted whether Mo Wenliang was watching, so he leaned forward and hugged the latter: "I have to get up early tomorrow, go to bed."

"Well, the movie is really boring," Mo Wenliang directly took the remote control to turn it off, and he hugged He Jinbo directly, leaning his head on the latter's chest, "carry me back to the room."

He Jinbo was stunned for a moment, and soon his eyes darkened, he squeezed Mo Wenliang's wonderful buttocks with his big hands, and walked into the bedroom effortlessly with Mo Wenliang in his arms.

As soon as Mo Wenliang's back fell into the soft bed, his lips were blocked by He Jinbo, and the ambiguous and hot atmosphere between lips and tongue began to heat up.

Mo Wenliang felt a pair of hands swimming all over his body, itching and feeling that the touched skin was hot. He unceremoniously tore off He Jinbo's shirt, and stroked the other's chest, which was very slippery.

The man's body was ugly, and the scars on the skin felt rough to the touch.

Different.

Mo Wenliang suddenly opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was He Jinbo's enlarged face, and the exaggerated but beautiful tattoos on his body.

"What's wrong?" He Jinbo felt that the hand that was originally on his body was gone, and his heart trembled when he looked at Mo Wenliang.

The light in the room was not turned on at this time, and the light coming in from the window shone on Mo Wenliang's face. His brown hair was scattered beside the pillow, and his lips were stained with saliva, which was still slightly open and breathing.

But why?He Jinbo put his hand on the corner of Mo Wenliang's eye, leaned over and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Why is there no trace of emotion in the eyes.

Mo Wenliang turned his eyes to the alarm clock on the bedside table, then turned back, looked at the gloomy He Jinbo and said calmly, "I'm thinking about what birthday present to prepare for Aunt Gan."

He Jinbo's palms were clenched into fists, and just when Mo Wenliang felt that he would be beaten up, he got up and got out of bed.

Mo Wenliang felt like he was alive after a catastrophe: "Where are you going?"

"Bathroom." After He Jinbo finished speaking, he closed the door heavily.

Early in the morning, Yu Xin was woken up by his mother pouring cold water on him. He drove downstairs to Mo Wenliang's house, thinking that Mo Wenliang didn't know how he got along with He Jinbo.

Last night, He Jinbo sent a WeChat message to tell him that he had stayed at Mo Wenliang's house, which made him a little excited.He knew Wen Liang's character, and the other party was willing to let He Jinbo stay overnight, which meant that the other party was not so repulsive.

If you don't reject it, there is something to be said for it. Yu Xin really hopes that his two good brothers can be together, but right now it's better to let nature take its course.

Yu Xin leaned against the car door and waited for a while, Mo Wenliang and He Jinbo came down soon, he waved at them, but as they approached, he felt something strange.

Mo Wenliang still looks indifferent, Yu Xin is used to it, but why does He Jinbo also have an expression that I am very upset?

The distance between the two of them can be filled with two remaining letters.

The corner of Yu Xin's mouth twitched, he really couldn't imagine what happened to them last night, but the atmosphere... he didn't dare to ask.

"Hey, Wen Liang." Yu Xin greeted with a smile.

"Ah."

"Hey, good morning Lao He." Yu Xin also shouted enthusiastically.

"Ah."

In the end, Yu Xin just drove the car silently. Through the rearview mirror, he could see that the two people sitting in the back seat were looking at the car window without saying a word.

What the hell is going on here? !