dissatisfied [e-sports]

Yan Yibing opened a box of oat milk and drank it slowly, while the physical therapist was massaging his sore cervical spine.

He could clearly feel that his fatigue was getting faster and faster.

Even though he has paid great attention to protecting himself, consumption is indeed irreversible.

It is already a gift from God to be called the peak at the age of 25.

Sun Tianjiao hurriedly pushed open the door of the physiotherapy room, lying mysteriously beside Yan Yibing's bed, winking: "Ancestor, I heard a big news just now, are you interested?"

Yan Yibing closed his eyes halfway, and licked the milk on the corner of his lips: "No."

Sun Tianjiao's high point has always been inconsistent with his, Yan Yibing is really not interested in listening.

Sun Tianjiao was a little disappointed, stood up, sighed and said, "Hey, I managed to get this out of Xiaoding."

Yan Yibing tilted his head: "Who is Xiao Ding?"

Sun Tianjiao: "Ding Jun, repay the information I gave him, and he gave me one."

Yan Yibing said with disgust: "As the managers of two clubs, is it appropriate for you two to have a private alliance?"

Sun Tianjiao said calmly: "This is called trading. I don't only have private contacts with Prince, I also have private contacts with CNG and AX, so that I know the information of the three companies."

Yan Yibing: "Then they don't know about us, so you have the guts to dislike me for leaking tactics?"

Sun Tianjiao looked sideways and said contemptuously: "Am I that stupid? Of course the news I gave them is irrelevant."

Yan Yibing: "They will definitely give you something that doesn't matter."

Sun Tianjiao was thoughtful: "Although it doesn't matter, it's still very exciting. I always thought that Han Mo's parents had passed away, alas."

After Sun Tianjiao finished speaking, she put her hands in her pockets, lowered her head, and was about to go out.

Yan Yibing sat up with his hands on the bed: "What did you say?"

Sun Tianjiao turned her head, with obvious pride in her doubts: "Aren't you not interested?"

Yan Yibing tensed his lower lip, and said patiently, "Now I'm interested."

Sun Tianjiao blinked, turned around quickly, approached Yan Yibing, and whispered, "Actually, it's nothing, it's the CEO of Hanshi I mentioned to you earlier, do you remember?"

Yan Yibing thought for a while: "The one who says e-sports players are worthless?"

Also, the one Han Mo hates.

Sun Tianjiao slapped her thigh: "Yes! Ding Jun told me that the CEO is Han Mo's father! Father! Can you believe it? Han Mo's father is not only alive, but also so rich, the key son is playing e-sports , he actually looks down on e-sports players."

Yan Yibing frowned deeply.

He recalled the information about the founder of Hanshi that he accidentally looked up that day.

That person is Han Tang, and he has a wife named Zuo Yunshi. The Zuo family is a scholarly family in Jiangbei, a wealthy and prominent family, and the two have no children.

How could Han Mo have anything to do with Han Tang?

After Sun Tianjiao finished speaking, she murmured to herself: "It's strange, Han Mo's father is so rich, why did he seem to be miserable before? I remember that the brand of Han Shi has existed for a long time."

Yan Yibing got off the bed, grabbed his phone, and checked it quickly.

Hantang founded his first company seven years ago, but at that time it was not called Hanshi, but Chaorentang.

At that time, Han Mo was 12 years old, and Han Tang invested 40 yuan to build a factory. Trendy Hall focused on trendy clothing for boys and girls, and it existed in the market for several years.

Probably because the profits were mediocre, so Hantang changed the name of the company and increased investment to build two other venues.

This money should be funded by his current wife's family.

Although Chaorentang was not successful at the time, Hantang was definitely not short of money.

In other words, Han Mo should have lived a prosperous life since he was a child, but he didn't.

Yan Yibing put down the phone, and said softly, "Han Mo's mother is called Bei Jingzhu, and Han Tang's current wife is called Zuo Yunshi. The two should have divorced a long time ago."

Sun Tianjiao sighed a little: "No wonder, I remember that Han Mo's gambling game was also to raise money for his mother's medical treatment. In other words, his father didn't... didn't help him at all, it shouldn't be, he is not yet an adult , his father has to pay the basic child support, and Han Tang is still so rich."

Yan Yibing recalled the way Han Mo looked at Han Shi's sportswear.

No wonder.

He hates it so much, Han Tang must have done a terrible job.

Yan Yibing sighed lightly, frowned, and murmured, "Not everyone is qualified to be called father."

At that time, Han Mo was receiving a salary of [-] yuan per month as a youth trainee, and taking care of his sick mother. How did he survive?

He probably has no choice but to take the risk to gamble.

He didn't even have the principal to play the game, so he must have borrowed a usury loan from the manager first, and bet his future and destiny on it.

Then, relying on his talent for the game, he bet on the winner with a high probability and worked hard to earn back the 20.

But even 20 did not save anyone. It must be painful to know that all the efforts were in vain.

Yan Yibing remembered that the top floor of the cruise ship was an open casino, where everyone could buy chips and have fun playing in it.

Those internationally popular games and game consoles can be found on cruise ships.

The high seas are a place without rules and laws, where gambling is allowed.

He heard that some people lose tens of thousands of dollars in one night, and this is the real money-making project for cruise companies.

But Han Mo never went up there once.

Sun Tianjiao scratched her hair and said hesitantly: "Ding Jun said that the relationship between Han Mo and Han Tang is indeed not very good. Han Tang is planning to use 200 million yuan to let Han Mo sign a lottery to promote it. He should know that Han Mo is very famous now. Go to Prince first, probably feel ashamed to face Han Mo. But we, CNG, and AX failed, so he still went to find Han Mo, but in the end Han Mo humiliated him and left."

Yan Yibing lowered his eyes, clasped the phone, and said in a low voice, "Today is Hanmo's mother's death day."

Sun Tianjiao opened her mouth wide in surprise: "Oh my God, isn't Han Tang going to look for Han Mo today to stimulate Han Mo? This is not a father, he is a debt collector!"

Yan Yibing put his phone away impatiently and put on his clothes: "I'll go home."

Sun Tianjiao: "What are you doing?"

Yan Yibing: "It's nothing, you can be busy."

After finishing speaking, Yan Yibing hurried back to the room to pack up the computer and mobile phone charging cables, put on his bag, and took a taxi home.

In the car, he pretty much ties everything together.

Han Mo needed money at the time, but none of them knew about it, because Han Mo had never asked for help.

The reason why Han Mo didn't ask for help was because he thought he had someone more to ask for help.

If the colleagues in the club who have only been together for a few months know that his father is an entrepreneur and has plenty of money, but he still manages to borrow money from his colleagues, he probably...wouldn't lend it to him.

But he couldn't explain that his biological father was unwilling to save his mother.

Yan Yibing rubbed his brows, upset.

Why didn't he learn more about it back then, why did he drive Han Mo away so impulsively.

Back then, Han Mo must have needed someone to rely on.

But he failed to be his reliance, instead stabbed another knife in his heart.

The taxi driver glanced at Yan Yibing through the rearview mirror.

Yan Yibing left in a hurry, his clothes were crumpled under the weight of his backpack, and he looked a bit embarrassed.

"Boy, are you in a bad mood?"

Yan Yibing put down his hands and said vaguely, "Yes."

The driver smiled: "It will pass, eat something sweet, and you will feel better."

Yan Yibing forced his eyes to bend: "Thank you."

When he arrived at the community, he hurried towards home.

But after running two steps, he stopped in a daze.Is that villa Han Mo's home?

Maybe Han Mo will never come back.

And the current Han Mo is no longer the child he was back then, and probably doesn't need his comfort.

Yan Yibing arrived at the door with a lonely expression, carrying his backpack.

After scanning the fingerprints, the door opened, and there was a strong smell of syrup in the room.

Yan's father put down the newspaper and chuckled: "Hey, it's really time for Master Yan to come back. Your mother is making candied taro on a whim. Let's go to the kitchen and have a look."

Yan Yibing was listless: "Forget it, I'm not interested."

Father Yan frowned, and said seriously, "It's rare for your mother to cook, praise her before going upstairs, don't go home like staying in a hotel, don't care about anything."

Yan Yibing had no choice but to put down his bag, and took his slippers to the kitchen.

He put his hands in the pockets of his sweater and approached his mother quietly.

The taste of taro is getting stronger and stronger.

Yan Yibing turned on the faucet, rinsed his hands, and complimented while washing: "Mom, you did a great job, it smells so good, my mouth is watering..."

He raised his eyes, and through the kitchen window, he saw the lights on at Han Mo's house.

Yan's mother snorted, "I didn't care about the compliment at all, but I came on time. It's grown in the land contracted by your second aunt. It's pure natural and pollution-free. Try a piece."

Yan Yibing licked his lips, but kept looking at the window.

He patted his mother's shoulder lightly: "Mom, I'll go out for a while."

Yan's mother: "What are you doing so late?"

Yan Yibing was absent-minded: "Look at Han Mo, today is the anniversary of his mother's death."

Yan's mother paused for a moment, put away her smile, and felt a little pity in her eyes: "Oh, you are also a poor child. I'll pack a few pieces of shredded sweet potatoes for you, and you can eat them for Han Mo while it's in the heat. He must not have eaten much today."

Yan Yibing hesitated: "Mom, you did it..."

Yan's mother: "I guarantee that the poison will not kill anyone."

Yan's mother neatly packed seven or eight yuan in a plastic box, sealed it, and stuffed it to Yan Yibing.

"Go, help me take care of it, so that Han Mo can come and play at home when he has nothing to do. We all welcome him."

Yan Yibing didn't want to bring food at all, he just wanted to see how Han Mo was doing.

But his mother has already installed it, and he can't refuse, so he can only go out with the shredded taro.

The two villas were very close to each other, and within 2 minutes, Yan Yibing arrived at the door of Han Mo's house.

Yan Yibing paused, his eyes trembled twice, and he raised his hand to ring the doorbell.

After waiting for a while, there was the sound of walking inside.

As soon as the door opened, he saw Han Mo who was neatly dressed and calm.

Han Mo just slightly raised his eyebrows, expressing surprise, then let go of his hand to make way for Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing raised the plastic box in his hand: "My mother made shredded taro, let me give you some."

As soon as he stepped into the house, he finally realized something was wrong.

The smell of alcohol in the room was heavy, and the smell of alcohol on Han Mo's body was even stronger.

It's just that the wind was blowing from the outside to the inside just now, and the smell of alcohol didn't come to him.

Han Mo whispered: "I didn't expect you to come, sorry, I had some wine."

Yan Yi Bing said in his heart, it's more than just a little bit.

People may think that drinking can relieve pain.

But after drinking it, you will know that nothing can be resolved except headaches and brain swelling.

Yan Yibing looked at Han Mo, moved his lips, but didn't know what to say.

Said that he knew the relationship between Han Mo and Han Tang from Sun Tianjiao?

Said he knew that today was Han Mo's mother's death day?

Or he felt sorry for Han Mo.

Han Mo blinked and looked at him innocently, as if waiting for his next move.

Yan Yibing coughed lightly: "What's the matter with the lights in your house, it went out after a few days after not being used."

It was still bright, but the brightness was not enough. It is estimated that the light bulbs delivered by courier at that time were not of a good brand.

Han Mo looked at the ceiling, the effect of alcohol made his perception slightly lower.

"I haven't found out yet."

Yan Yibing picked up the shredded taro: "Drinking so much wine, there will be something in your stomach, eat it while it's hot, it will stick together when it's cold."

Han Mo's pupils were pitch black, and his eyes were a little wet from the stimulation of alcohol.

He took it, looked at it for a moment, and opened the box silently: "Thank you."

After saying thank you, the action stopped again.

He raised his eyes and looked at Yan Yibing, with some helplessness in his eyes: "Sorry, I don't have chopsticks at home."

Yan Yibing: "..."

He had forgotten that Han Mo's house was not much different from a rough house, so how could it be possible to prepare bowls and chopsticks.

Han Mo lowered his head, the broken hair on his forehead covered his eyes, leaving mottled and slender shadows on his face.

He seemed a bit downcast, his thin lips were set, but the angle of his jaw was beautiful.

Yan Yibing sighed.

Depressed people are the biggest today.

He stretched out his slender fingers, reached into the box, and picked up a piece of taro: "I washed my hands here."

The hot taro made his fingertips reddish, and the brown-yellow sugar strands slowly lengthened as they were pulled, and finally became thin and transparent strands, floating in the air.

The sugar liquid solidified quickly, and the floating sugar strands were blown around the back of Yan Yibing's hands by the breath.

He fed the taro to Han Mo's mouth: "I can't guarantee my mother's craftsmanship. It's the first time she tried it. Anyway, the poison won't kill anyone."

Han Mo's gaze was firmly fixed on Yan Yibing's fingers.

The round and clean nails covered the light pink flesh, the fingers were curved, the knuckles were raised, the back of the hand was a delicate white color, and the faint sugar threads were like golden ropes, winding around his skin.

Han Mo's Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Yan Yibing repeated: "If you really wash your hands, I'll eat it first if you don't believe me."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to send it back to his mouth.

Han Mo immediately grabbed his wrist, lowered his head, and carefully touched Xiangyu with his lips.

Yan Yibing looked at his grasped wrist, his eyelashes fluttered, then he raised his eyes, the end of his eyes were folded, and his dark eyes reflected Han Mo's face.

The alcohol smell on Han Mo's body was still heavy, but it seemed that he had just taken a shower, and there was a particularly fresh lemon smell.

The two flavors are mixed together and it is not unpleasant.

Han Mo took his time and bit the taro into his mouth.

Regardless of whether it was hot or not, he still licked his lips eagerly, and with a sweep of his tongue, he accidentally scratched Yan Yibing's finger.

The soft and moist touch slid over the sensitive skin of the fingertips, and Yan Yibing flinched.

But Han Mo grabbed his wrist tightly, and he couldn't dodge it.

At that moment, Yan Yibing felt that Han Mo might be drunk.

In his eyes, this action was so ambiguous that it exploded. Han Mo shouldn't have done it to him.

The author has something to say: Han Mo: My wife's fingers are also sweet :)