After the book-wearing villain was forced to fall in love

Wu Guang glanced at the rearview mirror and thought to himself that you, a serious young master, don't even know, why are you asking me?The siege sounds grand, but it is actually just building buildings in the countryside.

"I'm just a bodyguard, so it's inconvenient to disclose the details."

Le Yang still wanted to speak, but Cheng Qingjun held down his wrist.After that, the two used WeChat to discuss, while playing by ear, while secretly inquiring about the situation.When the Mercedes-Benz stopped at the high-speed rest stop, Le Ying nodded to Cheng Qingjun, hid in a large truck back to the capital as planned, and completely escaped Wu Guang's surveillance.

In fact, Wu Guang had already noticed it, and he just didn't want to care about it.

After a good dream, when Le Yang opened his eyes, it was already five o'clock in the evening, and he had slept for so long, what happened to uncle and second brother?How are the villagers?

He has a lot of problems, but he can't say a word when he meets Han Mo's tired eyes.

"hungry?"

A grunt sound replaced Le Yang's answer.

Blushing with embarrassment, Le Yang was still lying on the bed, grabbing the quilt with his fingers, not knowing how to ask.

Han Mo picked up the walkie-talkie: "Secretary Zhou, hot porridge."

Le Yang has been looking at Han Mo eagerly, watching him put down the walkie-talkie and start fiddling with the laptop, as if he wants to connect with someone.A small window lights up on the screen, and a bodyguard appears on the screen.

"Boss, the villagers are all waiting at the village chief's house, no matter how much you persuade them, they won't leave."

"It's okay, call again in a minute."

"Yes."

Han Mo carefully helped Le Yang up, let him lean in his arms, then wiped off the stains from the corners of his eyes with a towel, and pulled up the quilt.The person who just woke up is warm all over. If he catches a cold, he will not be the only one to suffer.

Le Yang was very excited, while Han Mo's mouth was cold, but his movements were extremely gentle, which showed that although his anger had not subsided, he still liked him.Le Yang, who was about to move, slowly raised his head, like a small animal on the verge of danger, mustered up his courage, and kissed Han Mo lightly.

"What?"

The murdered person lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "No..."

Han Mo stared fixedly at Le Yang who was in ostrich mode. He really didn't know what to do with him. A person who can speak normally is now dumb?

Forget it.

Putting down the small table, facing the notebook to Le Yang: "Let's have a chat with the villagers."

"um. Thank you."

Han Mo, who was stunned all over, became even more angry: "Then how are you going to thank me?"

Uh, Le Yang didn't think about it.

The small window lit up on the screen again, and Han Mo thoughtfully went to the kitchen.

The village head and Aunt Wu crowded in front of the camera, because of the angle, they looked like they had big foreheads and pointed chins, which was kind of funny.

Le Yang smiled involuntarily, shook his hands, and greeted them kindly.

Both parties are excited and want to know if the other is doing well.

In order to prove his words, Le Yang picked up his notebook and turned around the environment in the car twice, saying that he said a thousand words and ten thousand, why not see it with his own eyes.The boss is not ordinary wealthy, this car can't get off without 8000 million, thinking of this, Le Yang is heartbroken, the RV must have been prepared by Han Mo in advance, otherwise whose car is covered with upholstery?Not fragile.

The old men and women were relieved, and the village head repeated the good deeds done by the bodyguards.For example, they repaired the water and electricity of the whole village, updated the system, and checked electrical appliances and gas from door to door.Not to mention, many potential safety hazards have been discovered, and those that can be repaired will be repaired, and new ones will be bought if they cannot be repaired.

If the village chief hadn't stopped them, these people still wanted to ask the engineering team to repair the road and pass the bus.

"Xiaoyang, what kind of god is your husband? I said no, and he gave me two cars. What are you talking about..."

"transportation."

"Yes, a small one and a long one!"

Listening to what they said to you and me, Leyang seemed to have returned to the small village, the leisurely days of sitting among the crowd and listening to gossip.

After closing the notebook, Le Yang rubbed the corners of his eyes. Ever since he was pregnant, his mood fluctuated a lot, even he couldn't control it.

Han Mo pushed open the door and came over with a tray. Not only mixed rice porridge, but also four white and fat buns, four butterfly appetizers, four quail eggs, a small plate of fried meat, and a small bowl of soup.There are quite a lot of types, but the quantity is not large. Le Yang feels that he can eat them all.He was really hungry, so he smiled sweetly at Han Mo and buried himself in his meal.

Sitting by the bed, Han Mo saw Le Yang looking at the quail eggs several times, sighed, and resigned himself to being a sheller.

After eating up, Le Yang leaned to the side with great courage, and leaned comfortably on the man's chest: "I'm so full."

"..."

Is there anyone in the world with a thicker skin than him?Han Mo was speechless.

"God, is there any fruit?"

"Can't eat any more."

"I can!"

His eyes fell on the chubby belly, Han Mo remembered Xiang Nan's words that he would need surgery if he could not give birth naturally, his eyes darkened, and he said without a soft heart: "Eat it in an hour." After Cheng Qingjun and the experts finished the meeting, no matter how reasonable It's better to arrange meals, and let Le Yang eat. If the stomach is too big, it will be a burden, right?

When he heard that he couldn't eat it, Le Yang immediately pursed his mouth, feeling wronged by Bala, as if he was being bullied.But Han Mo was unmoved and didn't look at him. After turning on the TV, he stuffed the remote control into Le Yang's hand, and went out coldly with the tray.

Le Yang was unhappy, but he also knew that he had made a mistake first, so he endured it and did not lose his temper.

The door rang, Le Yang looked over with bright eyes, he came back, this time with toiletries!

"Open your mouth."

"Oh," Le Yang squeezed the remote control tightly, and opened his lips obediently, waiting to be served by the boss.As for whether people will brush or break their gums, Le Yang has never thought about it. He just feels that his whole heart is soaked in sugar water, so happy.

chirping chirping...

Han Mo used an electric toothbrush. He lowered his head and stared intently at his mouth as a cleaner.Holding the towel in the other hand, he catches the foam flowing from the corner of Le Yang's mouth.

I really want to kiss.

It's been a long time since I had an intimate interaction with him.

Rolling his Adam's apple, Han Mo suppressed his distracted thoughts, waited for Le Yang to rinse his mouth, and then wiped his face, neck, and hands with a warm wet towel.

"hiss!"

"what happened?"

Han Mo hurriedly removed the towel and checked Le Yang's hand up and down. It turned out that there was a burr on the nail.

Without hesitation, he opened the side drawer, took out the nail clippers and continued working.

Le Yang's fingers are well-articulated, slender and slender, much more beautiful than ordinary men's hands.

Han Mo touched, admired, and pruned at the same time. He didn't feel tired when he bent down, and then he simply raised his arms to hold him in his arms, and then slowly polished off the corners.

Le Yang blew on his fingertips: "You don't look like the first time, have you ever cut it for... Han Mu?"

"Will you be angry if I cut it?"

kinda.

But he is a younger brother, why should he be angry?Le Yang didn't want to lie, so he kept silent, hiding under the man's chin, preventing him from seeing the gloomy expression.

"No one but you."

Sighing, Han Mo threw the nail clippers into the drawer. The deep-rooted thoughts are not easy to change. In the future, he will understand everything he has done.

The RV didn't drive fast, and it took a good road, so it was much slower than Cheng Qingjun and Le Ying's.

Cheng Qingjun got out of the car and took a look, my good guy, this place is so beautiful, there are mountains, lakes and villas, and there are huge lights on the diagonally opposite, bright like daytime, dozens of workers are working in full swing, I don’t know what it is People moved in.Frowning slightly, wouldn't it disturb Xiao Yang?

"Isn't your boss very rich? Why don't you change places."

"It can't be changed, they are building a hospital."

Cheng Qingjun opened his mouth in shock!

"Xiao Wu, what are you talking about?"

Han Zongli moved the beauty salon to his wife's home, what happened to the boss building a hospital for his lover now?What a fuss, it's still a well-known maternity and infant doctor, there won't be moisture, right?Wu Guang glanced at it, and pushed Cheng Qingjun towards the annex building where the experts lived.

"Is it the other way around?"

"No, it's the boss and Le Shao's home over there," Wu Guang had to explain, this was too much and he wanted to hurry up and leave.

In fact, Cheng Qingjun did it on purpose. Knowing the enemy and knowing oneself can win a hundred battles, and rich people have few good things. He must take precautions before they happen, and cooperate with Le Ying inside and outside to take Le Yang and Bao Bao away when necessary.

On the other side, Le Ying was squatting by the side of the road, pulling at his hair.

In the end, I had no choice but to contact Le Sheng. The eldest brother in the family was still "normal", and he didn't dare to let others know that he was back.

"Where are you?"

"You don't care..." Le Ying glanced at the tall buildings, and said impatiently: "Classic shopping mall, East Gate."

"I'll be right there."

"Don't carry it."

"What entrainment? It's all your closest relatives," Le Sheng had a slight headache, but he missed his second brother so much, he put down what he was doing and walked out of the office.

"I am a monk who has cut off the ties of the world, and I have no relatives!"

"Happy to win!"

"Don't call me by my name!" Le Ying jumped up on the spot, his scalp was numb with fright, and his calves were trembling: "You are sick! What should I do if others hear me? If Le Fei blocks the door tomorrow morning, Don't blame me for not reminding you before jumping off the building."

"..." Le Sheng was speechless instead. He opened the car door and waved his hand to let the secretary go away. He could just drive by himself: "You are too sharp, what can you do if you block the door? Eat you?"

"It's worse than cannibalism! Mom won't let me go, and dad will skin me, but now he's not our real brother, can mom and dad beat me for him?"

"When you grow up, no one will hit you."

The two brothers met smoothly, chatted about homework, and had a sumptuous dinner.Le Ying stretched out his hand, asking Le Sheng for a house, a car, and someone for the first time.

"Thirty bodyguards? Are you going to rob?"

"Is it too much to protect myself? Don't forget, as long as Le Fei cries, no matter how strong, rigid, and loyal bodyguards will betray their employers! I want a group of five, I don't believe he can turn over God?"

Le Sheng rubbed his temples, led Le Ying to transfer four bodyguard companies and picked 32 experts: "Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied, you are the best."

The corner of Le Sheng's mouth twitched, and he said gloomyly, "Brother!"

"A monk has no brothers."

"you sure?"

Just spent more than 8000 million yuan on him and then turned your face and denied him?Le Sheng hasn't walked out of the door yet.

"Brother..." The voice was softer than a mosquito.

Le Sheng squinted his eyes happily, and gave another 5000 million pocket money to his second brother.

Le Ying, who has more than 2 million yuan in his personal account, is not bad for money, but if he came forward, it is impossible to get the car and house so quickly, as well as the innocent and powerful thugs.

It was late at night, and an extended car parked at the entrance of the villa. Cheng Qingjun stood on the third floor and watched from a distance. He saw a tall man walking in with another person in his arms.

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Le: It smells so good.

Mo: You can't eat it.

I couldn't help biting with joy: I'm sorry

Twisted ink: It's okay, you continue

Sheng: Want to love?

Win: One monk~

Sheng: Do you want money?

So Win took out the broken bowl...

Cheng: Do you know who he is?

Light:……

Cheng: Why don't you speak?

Guang: I am a Taoist priest, so stop chanting scriptures.