Lock text system: The hero please respect yourself

Lan Mingsu supported Jian Shaomei's shoulder.The two were silent as if they didn't know what to say. After a long time, Lan Mingsu picked up a pitted red date with chopsticks and put it in Jian Shaomei's mouth.

Jian Shaomei ate without saying a word.

Lan Mingsu smiled and wrote: [This pain, can you bear it? 】

Jian Shaomei nodded: [You don't need to feed me. 】

Lan Mingsu picked up another piece of vegetable and put it in his mouth: [I want to feed you. 】

Jian Shaomei's face turned more and more red.Lan Mingsu supported him with one hand, raised the chopsticks with his right hand, and turned his head to look at the food on the table: "What else do you want to eat?"

His face went numb, and suddenly he felt something on his lips, Jian Shaomei's face had already leaned over and kissed his mouth like a superficial kiss.Before Lan Mingsu recovered, he leaned on Lan Mingsu's shoulder again.

Lan Mingsu was stunned by his sudden movement.He smiled and coughed like he cleared his throat: "I think you look bad, I'm afraid you're going to be sick tonight."

Jian Shaomei scooped up a spoonful of porridge: "Do you want to drink?"

The soup spoon was placed near his mouth.

This movement was really sticky, but Lan Mingsu couldn't refuse, so he opened his mouth to drink.Jian Shaomei scooped up another spoonful, but Lan Mingsu didn't want to push back, and said with a smile, "If it's wine, you'll get me drunk."

If it was wine, it wouldn't be as simple as just getting drunk.

Jian Shaomei sighed in her heart.

Lan Mingsu is not only a person who can understand him, but also a person who can make him throb.If it were another man, such as Guo Beilin, even if he could understand him, he would not be able to make him feel other than respect.

If Lan Mingsu hadn't been the same, he probably wouldn't have had such stray thoughts, but ever since he knew that he had a chance in front of Lan Mingsu, he had quietly planted a seed in his heart, which he couldn't pull out. , growing more and more exuberant like an evil spirit, occupying his mind and making him sleepless day and night.

Without this man, he felt that he would suffer for the rest of his life.

Lan Mingsu is always alienated and indifferent to others, but he is always gentle and gentle to him.He likes Lan Mingsu's eyes on him, like the watery moonlight, which makes people's hearts fascinated, even if he doesn't want to give it to others.

His Mr. Lan is like this, he distinguishes outsiders from his own people very clearly. To outsiders, he is always polite and far away from the sky, and will never show his warm spring breeze side.

Lan Mingsu's tenderness is waiting, and once he feels it, he will not be willing to move away.

He understands this kind of feeling. Even if someone treats him well in the future, he will always think about Lan Mingsu in his heart, and he will not betray his feelings for him, nor will he tolerate what happens between himself and others.

Loyalty is not a choice, but a choice.

Because your hearts are connected to each other, if you break his heart, even your own heart will be cut together.

"Who is in Mr. Lan's family?" Jian Shaomei asked.

"My father, my mother, and an older brother." Lan Mingsu lowered his eyes to drink the porridge, "Hurry up and get ready to go."

After eating dinner in a leisurely manner, it was already completely dark, covering the tail that was hiding in the dark.Lan Mingsu drove the car downstairs to Jian Shaomei's apartment, and quietly took the elevator up without talking to each other.

As soon as they entered the door, the two hugged and kissed in the dark.

"Mr. Lan..." The fake show was real, and even the pants were a little tight.It's disgusting. If you want to do something, someone will stare at it. It's rare that Mr. Lan is so enthusiastic and proactive. If he knew this, he should have written the script even hotter.

Lan Mingsu's tongue seldom entangled him so tightly, and there seemed to be some signs even there. Although he was handling a case, it couldn't be faked... maybe.

Lan Mingsu wanted him no less than he wanted him.

This realization made his body heat up instantly.

Lan Mingsu groped to turn on the light with one hand, and in the small living room, the lights turned on with a sense of style and hierarchy.

Jian Shaomei cursed in her heart, and tried her best not to separate from him.

"The apartment is very good." Lan Mingsu said.

The living room was full of good quality furniture, old but tasteful.Lan Mingsu walked slowly along the wall and stopped in front of the bookcase on the west wall.

"It's Mr. Guo's friend's house. If you have nothing to do, you can rent it to me. One thousand a month."

"That's equivalent to not charging money." Renting this kind of lot and size in the market costs seven or eight thousand.

"Drinking water?" Jian Shaomei walked to the kitchen, "It was just renovated today, and I haven't looked at the house well yet."

Lan Mingsu picked up a book on the bookshelf, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at a small hole in the corner, which was facing the sofa in the living room.Lan Mingsu turned around and faced Jian Shaomei: "This sofa is not bad."

Jian Shaomei understood, walked slowly along the marble counter in the kitchen, and said softly: "Well, the kitchen is also very good."

On the smooth wooden dining table, the tabletop was flat and flawless, and there was a painting hanging on the wall directly opposite, and there was also an inconspicuous hole under the painting.

There is a camera next to the bookcase and the dining table, but the living room and kitchen, which are only more than 30 square meters, are completely under control.

Lan Mingsu sat down on the sofa, picked up a nail scissors and trimmed his fingers, and asked casually, "How much did the money give you?"

"He gave me 15 and asked me to be with you all the time." Jian Shaomei sat beside him and asked in a low voice, "Why is he treating you so well?"

"...you make your album, you don't have to think too much about it."

Jian Shaomei smiled and put her head on his shoulder: "Make an album during the day, and stay with you at night."

Lan Mingsu looked down at him: "...what are you laughing at?"

"What do you think I'm laughing at?" Jian Shaomei rubbed his shoulders, "I'm laughing that you are under the supervision of Qian Boss, so you will honestly let me manipulate you."

He looked at Lan Mingsu silently for a moment, then moved his face closer.

Lan Mingsu covered his head with his palm, while Jian Shaomei kissed his fingers, turned over and pressed on him.Lan Mingsu swallowed, and put her palm on Jian Shaomei's forehead: "Why is your forehead so hot?"

"nothing……"

"sick?"

Jian Shaomei pressed him on the sofa: "You are fine if you are sick."

"The fever is very bad, do you want to see a doctor?"

"Don't try to make excuses again..."

The cell phone in Lan Mingsu's suit jacket rang in due time.Jian Shaomei held his hand and refused to answer the phone, Lan Mingsu looked at the phone screen in confusion, and said in a more serious voice: "It's my brother, don't make a sound."

Jian Shaomei sat up depressed.

Lan Mingsu adjusted his breathing and pressed the listen button: "Brother."

He stood up, gestured to Jian Shaomei with winks, and still said into the microphone: "Wait, I'll find a place where no one is around."

Jian Shaomei pouted and said softly, "What are you hiding from me...the bedroom is there."

Lan Mingsu patted his head, walked into the bedroom, and closed the door casually.

There are at least two cameras in the living room, so there will definitely be no less cameras in the bedroom. Lan Mingsu walked in the bedroom casually, his eyes scanning the corners inch by inch.

"looking for me?"

"Well... I remember. You mean the incident two years ago? Isn't it settled?"

The captain had already contacted him, and it was his elder brother who was talking to him now. Even if Qian Yaoxin had doubts and checked his phone number, he couldn't find any problems.

"Going to trouble Mom again? No... If this matter gets out... Well, I know, I'll go find out the news tomorrow morning."

Lan Mingsu hung up the phone, the corner of his eye glanced at the inconspicuous hole in the wall behind the desk lamp, stood in the room for a while, and then came out again.

Jian Shaomei was leaning her head up on the sofa, holding her forehead with one hand, her face was flushed, and she was motionless.

Lan Mingsu walked over and touched his forehead: "I have a fever."

Jian Shaomei embraced his waist, pulled him onto her lap, and said softly: "Fever can make you cry."

"Your body is important...you go to bed first." Lan Mingsu sat down beside him, silently, playing with the knife on the table as if he had something on his mind.

"...What's wrong?" Jian Shaomei's voice became considerate, and she leaned her face on his shoulder, "What did your brother say, why are you upset?"

"........."

"Even I can't tell?"

"... about my mother."

"What happened to your mother?"

Lan Mingsu whispered a little irritably: "...my mother had some trouble at work two years ago, and she covered it up at first, but now someone has something in her hand, and she wants to plot against her."

Jian Shaomei was silent for a moment: "Your mother... I remember a person with a particularly good reputation and a very upright character."

"The more upright you are, the more you can't tolerate any flaws... At that time, she was very scared, and she managed to cover it up. She thought it was all right, but no one expected that someone would still refuse to let her go."

"...is it difficult to deal with?"

"I'm looking for a relationship to inquire about the situation." Lan Mingsu turned his face and patted his head, "What are you thinking about when you burn like this, take some medicine and sleep."

"Then you sleep with me." Jian Shaomei sighed and put her arms around his waist, "Don't think I'm useless, I just see that you are in a bad mood..."

Lan Mingsu dragged him into the bedroom, put him on the bed, turned on the air conditioner, and got into bed with him.

"Okay." The captain's voice said in the earbuds, "It's time to call it a day, but for safety's sake, you two don't take off the earplugs. I have people monitoring 24 hours a day to protect your safety."

...It still has some influence.If Jian Shaomei's identity is exposed, Qian Yao doesn't know what he will do, and no one can afford this responsibility.

The play is over, and now there is only one thing left to do is sleep.No matter how clear the camera is, it can't capture anything about what happened inside the bed. Lan Mingsu kissed his forehead and let him lean into his arms.

It's a fever, and I can feel the abnormal heat through the shirt.

"Is it difficult?"

Jian Shaomei muttered softly, but Lan Mingsu couldn't hear clearly, and asked again: "Where is your fever medicine?"

This is afraid that the wound is inflamed, and I need to take antibiotics, and fever medicine will not work.

"...Your body is cold, I like it."

"........."

Lan Mingsu didn't make a sound, and unbuttoned the clothes one by one in the bed.Jian Shaomei's face was pressed against her, and the tip of her tongue was slowly licking the skin.Lan Mingsu kissed him on the top of the head: "Is it better?"

"En." Jian Shaomei kissed his neck.

Lan Mingsu pulled his face up, blocked his mouth with his lips, and gave him a deep kiss with the tip of his tongue against the tip of his tongue.

Jian Shaomei hugged his waist tightly, restrained and said in a hoarse voice: "Go to sleep."

"You sleep." Lan Mingsu kissed his cheek and forehead.

"I can not sleep."

Not only he couldn't sleep, but Lan Mingsu couldn't sleep either.Jian Shaomei is only in her early twenties. She is not an age when she has a fever and will be so weak that she has no energy. She is lying next to someone she likes, but she just can't do anything. The longer she lies down, the more conscious she becomes.Lan Mingsu surrounded him silently, Jian Shaomei closed her eyes and remained motionless, she looked like she was sleeping, but her body reacted obviously.

Lan Mingsu's heart became more and more restless.Is this trying to hold back and dare not move?

His heart beat faster.

With such a body and high fever, Jian Shaomei must have worked very hard.

Lan Mingsu slowly loosened his trousers, groping and sliding them in with his hands.Although Jian Shaomei refused to say it, she must want it now... right?

Jian Shaomei squeezed his hand.

"........."

...do not want to?He would be wrong.

Lan Mingsu withdrew his hand, and said softly with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry."

Jian Shaomei didn't make a sound, and suddenly turned Lan Mingsu over and lay with his back facing her.

"Mr. Lan, I..."

Lan Mingsu nodded with a blushing face: "Yeah."

The trousers were slowly pulled up to his knees, Lan Mingsu opened his eyes wide in the dark night, and suddenly his hands clutched the quilt spasmodically, frowning.

He dared not make a sound.

"Does it hurt...I'm sorry...Mr. Lan." Jian Shaomei's voice was a little hurried.

Lan Mingsu buried her head in the quilt and shook it quickly.

The two of them covered their bodies completely, they didn't dare to move too much, and they couldn't make any noise. From the outside, they couldn't look any different than turning over while sleeping.After a while, the room calmed down.

Jian Shaomei's face was pressed against his smooth arched back, sweating all over, panting silently.He turned Lan Mingsu around, held Lan Mingsu in his arms and gently rubbed her.There will be no more pain tonight, and it seems that the fever has subsided a little. If you think about this time in the future, it will definitely not be a burning pain, but Lan Mingsu's slightly cool and trembling body and a gentle kiss.

By his side, he has a feeling that he is a treasure.