dissatisfied [e-sports]

Han Mo swallowed the taro, looked at Yan Yibing quietly, without saying a word.

Except for the slightly moist eyes, the slight redness at the corners of the eyes and the strong smell of alcohol that could not be concealed, he didn't look like a drunk at all.

His expression is very clear, and his movements are very stable, but there is a little difference from usual.

He doesn't hide his emotions anymore.

He looked at Yan Yibing, which meant that he still wanted to eat.

Yan Yibing couldn't laugh or cry, he patted Han Mo's hot face with his little finger that didn't touch the sugar.

"How old do you need to be fed?"

Han Mo was slapped on the face by him, but he didn't reject him, but gently shook Yan Yi Bing's wrist.

He thought, let him keep feeding him.

Yan Yibing took a deep breath, and glanced at his grasped wrist: "How can I get the taro when you grab me?"

For the first time, he regretted that his skeleton was so thin that Han Mo could hold his wrist completely between his fingers.

On his skin, there was still the warmth of Han Mo's palm.

Han Mo understood, nodded seriously, and said in a low voice, "Sorry."

He slowly let go of his hand, hanging it in the air, as if waiting for Yan Yi Bing to reach out to hold it again.

The more rational and stable he looks, the more drunk he is.

He has been restrained for a long time, and he is unwilling to lose his composure even when he is drunk.

Seeing his straightforward and undisguised hints, Yan Yibing felt a little suffocated.

"Who is there, there is such a drunken maniac."

While muttering, he took out another piece of sweet taro and brought it to Han Mo's mouth.

"For the sake of your bad mood today, eat more sweets, and your mood will be better."

As expected, Han Mo grabbed his wrist again, Yan Yibing only twitched his eyelids, but this time he didn't hide.

Han Mo lowered his eyes, his eyelashes looked thick and long under the half-bright light, and there was a shallow, slender mark on his eyelids.

This time the taro was not so hot, but the sugar dripped onto Yan Yibing's fingertips accidentally.

After Han Mo finished eating the taro, his eyes darkened, and he suddenly moved closer, and licked his fingertips.

God go that candy.

Caught off guard, Yan Yibing had no time to dodge.

He suddenly opened his almond-core eyes wide, and the numbness seemed to be burned on his skin, which lasted for a long time.

Even more.

"Are you a cat, you lick everything?"

Yan Yibing's fingers trembled slightly, and he vaguely felt a sense of crisis.

If the candy of the taro dripped elsewhere, he was sure that Han Mo would still lick it without hesitation.

Han Mo, who was drunk, had no basic ability to judge.

Han Mo frowned, and told him solemnly: "There is no cat in the zodiac, don't you remember what I belong to?"

Yan Yibing sighed and had no choice but to stop fussing with him.

It is unreasonable to talk to people who have drunk too much.

"Why do you have to drink so much?"

Han Mo's eyelids trembled, his thin lips tightened, and his eyes became a little pitiful.

"There are many bad things today, but fortunately there is one good thing."

Yan Yibing knew what he was referring to when he said bad things.

Mother's death day has been very sad, but father is such a thing.

Not only did he not comfort Han Mo, but he also tried to take advantage of the father-son relationship.

He had never seen Han Tang with his own eyes, but from Sun Tianjiao's disgusted tone several times, he could hear how stingy this man was.

Yan Yibing's parents were harmonious and his family was happy since he was a child. He couldn't imagine how much Han Mo had suffered all these years.

The most irritating thing is not a simple villain, but a person who is not aware of the evil, and can go to the victim openly and bring more pain unscrupulously.

"There are still good things, what are the good things? Tell me and let me hear."

Yan Yibing's eyes are delicate, gentle, and gentle, which are unique to southerners.

The eyelids are thin, the eyelashes are slightly curled, the creases are naturally obvious, the tails of the eyes are not narrow and long, and they are gathered just right.

His pupils are a watery ink color, and the reason why they are shiny and bright is because they spend too much time facing the screen, and their eyes become extremely sensitive and tend to store tears.

It's this kind of vague tenderness that makes Han Mo obsessed and unable to extricate himself.

He looked at Yan Yi Bing intently, made a swallowing movement, and said in a low but firm voice, "You."

"Huh?" Yan Yibing was slightly taken aback.

Han Mo repeated: "The good thing is you, only you."

Yan Yibing was silent for a while, and forgot to withdraw his hand.

He thought about it for a while, then smiled relievedly: "You mean the shredded taro I brought you? How long have you been hungry? If I don't bring you something, you will starve to death. That's really a good thing for me."

Han Mo lowered his eyes and did not explain.

He didn't think so in his heart, but he didn't want to refute Yan Yi Bing's words.

Yan Yibing thought, Han Mo is drunk now, and he will definitely not remember what happened tonight tomorrow.

He still had some doubts, and wanted to take the opportunity to ask them clearly.

Yan Yibing moved closer and signaled the sweet potato in his hand with his eyes: "I'll eat later, I want to ask you something, let me go first."

Han Mo hesitated for a moment, nodded, and let go of Yan Yibing's wrist.

When he let go, he rubbed subconsciously, as if he was afraid of hurting Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing decided not to care about this hand anymore, what happened to it tonight, it's all a dream.

Yan Yibing raised his eyes and asked softly, "Back then, I was short of money for medical treatment, so why didn't you come to me? You should know that I am not short of money."

Han Mo's pupils tightened suddenly, as if surprised by his question.

He subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but Yan Yibing grabbed the back of his neck directly and exerted some force to prevent him from dodging.

Yan Yibing paused every word, his eyes followed closely, not giving Han Mo a chance to escape.

"Why, don't you come to ask me?"

It's only 20, which is nothing to him. For Han Mo, he will definitely borrow it.

But it was the 20, like a butterfly flapping its wings, that changed everything.

Han Mo's jaw was tight, and his lips were pursed a few times quickly. He lowered his eyes, his eyes were like the surface of a lake crushed by stones, full of shattered light.

He finally murmured, his tone somewhat desolate.

"More than 20."

"I don't know how much I need. It's too late. The doctor said it's too late."

"You will lend me 20, 40, and 100 million?"

"Our relationship is just... this way, one day, you'll hate me."

"If you hate me in the end, it's better for me to be from the beginning..."

Han Mo didn't say any more.

He did drink a lot, and when he talked too much, he became a little incoherent.

But Yan Yi Bing understood what he meant.

Yan Yibing sneered, the feeling of anger and powerlessness came back.

"Whether you look down on me or yourself, as long as you wait a little longer, Sun Tianjiao will be able to sign a contract with you immediately. You will be the core of the whole team. The annual salary of the first team is at least 200 million, and you can also earn live broadcasts. No matter how much money I borrow from you, I believe you can afford it."

Han Mo was silent, and after a while he slowly said: "At that time, I didn't expect so much. 20 is too huge for me."

Yan Yibing suddenly felt relieved.

Yeah, what's the point of blowing it off now, it's all over.

But these words should have been made clear back then.

Yan Yibing's voice softened, he pulled Han Mo's shirt collar, and asked forcefully, "I drove you away, you hate me, how much do you hate me?"

Han Mo's chest heaved slightly, he nodded, then shook his head again, and finally his eyes turned red.

He murmured, "Sorry."

Yan Yibing frowned, let go of his hand, and smoothed the wrinkles of his collar.

"Why are you sorry again? How many words of sorry do you have to say in one night? If you hate me, you hate me. It's not like I don't feel nothing."

Han Mo's eyes were scarlet, and he said to himself: "I don't want to bully you, I don't want you to retire, I want to play games with you all the time, I want to play games with you, I'm afraid you'll forget me, I don't even bother to hate you. "

Yan Yibing was stunned for a moment before he suddenly realized that Han Mo was talking about the exhibition match two years ago.

So tonight, every apology he said was for that time?

Han Mo lowered his head, and carefully grabbed Yan Yibing's clothes, he really only dared to pull a little.

His Adam's apple rolled down, and the constant swallowing movements exposed the emotional tension.

"You blocked me, met me backstage, and didn't look at me. You were not angry, sad, or disappointed, and you didn't respond to my going to Prince. You kept Lei Ming, and then, you didn't want me at all."

Yan Yibing took a deep breath, his lungs were so stuffy that he was about to explode.

He avoided Han Mo's eyes and looked around.

The lights were dim and the night was dark. In the cold living room, only shredded sweet potatoes still exuded a trace of heat.

His eyes were hot and humid, and his heart was sour.

He didn't know that Han Mo would think so.

He didn't even expect that Han Mo's dependence on him was so deep.

He always thought that when Han Mo was around, he was the one who relied on Han Mo.

Yan Yibing suddenly became irritable: "Where do you have so many thoughts of self-pity? Haven't you heard of the Cold War? I was angry with you so I ignored you. If I really didn't care, I would have suspended you, a bastard. I have nothing. Follow up, do you still think I left Lei Ming in the team?"

Han Mo blinked slowly, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes: "You are angry with me, don't you want to talk to me anymore?"

Yan Yibing laughed angrily, slapped him on the head moderately, and reprimanded him in a low voice: "So I should report you for insulting your opponent, ask the organizer to suspend you for half a year, and hand over 10,000+. Do I care about you? Are you a masochist, Han Mo?"

Han Mo didn't care if he was beaten, he just raised his wet eyes and looked at Yan Yibing.

The depression that had been clogged in his heart slowly disappeared.

He likes to watch Yan Yibing vent his temper. If he can get angry, he still makes him his own.

"I'm sorry, I was eighteen that day, and I just wanted a... birthday present."

Because Yan Yibing said yes, he had promised.

But he didn't wait.

After hearing his apology, Yan Yibing's anger quickly subsided again.

He remembered Hanmo Hanmo kneeling in front of him back then, the forbearable and fragile sentence: "Didn't you agree, wait until I grow up?"

Yan Yibing closed his eyes.

This sentence is really murderous.

All his promises to Han Mo were missed.

It was true when the promise was made, but it was true when it was not fulfilled later.

, is indeed a memorable day.

But obviously that day, he and Han Mo didn't have a good time.

Yan Yibing remembered that he had prepared a collar pin, which was designed by a foreign jewelry designer. There was a bright white diamond embedded in the water-gold color pin.

He remembered that it was Han Mo's day, but because of his breakup with Han Mo, he couldn't send it out.

He heard Song Tang talking about Han Mo's birthday.

After all, they are in the same period, so there is a little bit of friendship, so it's better to have a birthday party and send a WeChat red envelope or something.

So Yan Yibing casually passed by, and threw the collar pin to Song Tang: "Don't be so stingy in giving gifts, you can use the gadgets given by the sponsors."

Song Tang thought that he would be angry when he heard Han Mo, so he put away the tie pin in fear and fear, and didn't dare to say a word.

But because of the sudden incident in the exhibition game, which aroused the conflict between Zero and Prince, the collar pin was obviously not sent out.

Yan Yibing sighed, his heart softened, and he couldn't help asking: "What gift did you want back then?"

Han Mo's eyes were deep, and he looked at him intently.

Yan Yibing pursed his lips, leaned his back against the wall, and said lazily, "At most, I'll give you one."

Han Mo approached unexpectedly, and put his hands on Yan Yibing's ears, blocking his way of dodging.

Then at an extremely fast speed, he possessed himself, closed his eyes, and touched Yan Yibing's lips lightly.

Shallow, gentle and careful peck.

A kiss without any sense of lust or oppression, just a simple and straightforward expression of liking that has been suppressed for a long time.

He withdrew quickly, and murmured in a hoarse voice: "This."

The author has something to say: Han Mo: I can do it, I'll do it.