dissatisfied [e-sports]

Han Mo's gaze fell on the straw, his eyelids trembled, and he measured for a few seconds before suddenly laughing lowly.

"Well, I'm so thirsty."

He said "very thirsty" in a low voice, with a smile on his face, the meaning behind it made Yi Bing's joints feel numb just thinking about it.

So Han Mo took the plastic cup over, pursed his lips, and held the straw in his mouth.

Yan Yibing's eyes flickered.

The place where he had sucked was completely touched by Han Mo.

Han Mo stretched his thin lips, and squeezed the straw halfway, then he gently pressed the tip of his tongue against the edge of the straw, a thin line was formed on the soft tip of his tongue, he took a sip of water, and swallowed the barley In the mouth, chew slowly.

Yan Yibing couldn't stand it anymore.

Drinking water can make him drink so ambiguously, as if it is not a straw.

Yan Yibing turned around and looked out the window pretending to be calm: "I've given you everything, I've had enough."

It's not like he hasn't shared a bottle of water with someone before.

Although he minded a little, but men would not be so hypocritical, he never thought that this action could be related to indirect kissing.

But Han Mo told him with practical actions that this matter is completely unsuitable for two men.

Too astringent.

Han Mo really didn't like sweet drinks, he swallowed the barley water without having time to taste it, and he spent more time sucking the straw in his mouth.

After a while, he raised his head and said in front of Yu Yan, Lu Jianghe, Chen Chi and the two professors: "It seems that Master knows what I want."

After hearing a few words, Lu Jianghe was curious: "What does Captain Han want?"

Yan Yibing lowered his head, rubbed the center of his brows, and covered his eyes that could easily reveal his guilty conscience.

He sneered: "Who knows."

Han Mo: "At night—"

Before he finished speaking, Ding Luo opened the door and came in.

As soon as she entered, she didn't look for Yu Yan first, but instead glanced in the direction of Yan Yi Bing and Han Mo meaningfully.

Han Mo was sitting on the gaming chair drinking a drink, Yan Yibing was leaning against Han Mo's table, facing out the window, rubbing the space between his brows with one hand.

Ding Luo looked worried.

Did that six-year-old friend charge...

Yu Yan: "It just so happens that Luo Luo is here too, let's have dinner together tonight?"

The two coaches declined: "Let's forget it, the food is ready at home, you go."

Chen Chi: "I don't eat out either, my triglycerides are a bit high recently."

Lu Jianghe had no objection.

Yan Yibing breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, let's go together."

He was also worried that he would feel uncomfortable eating alone with Han Mo.

Every time the two of them spend time together, things take a turn for the worse.

Han Mo looked up at Yan Yibing.

Ding Luo got his regretful gaze.

Ding Luo licked his lips and hooked Yu Yan's neck: "I'd better go to CNG to eat, I want to eat CNG's sweet and sour pork ribs."

Yu Yan: "Ah...that's fine too."

Han Mo: "Ice God, then—"

The phone rang suddenly.

Han Mo frowned, looked down, and picked it up.

"manager?"

Ding Jun: "Hanshen, are you done with your work over there? Come to Haojingxuan and have a meal together."

Han Mo glanced at Yan Yi Bing again: "I can't do it today, I have an appointment with someone."

Ding Jun: "Oh, it's a bit difficult, why don't you push it, I just made an appointment with Lawyer Chen."

A low voice beside Ding Jun tentatively asked, "Is the captain not coming?"

Ding Jun: "Come, come, tell them four sets of tableware."

Xin Chen was overjoyed: "Okay."

He ran outside the box and shouted to the waiter, "Four, serve us a pot of tea first."

The distant shouts came from the mobile phone, but they could still be heard clearly.

Yan Yibing waved his hand: "Hurry up, Ding Jun must be looking for you for business, I'll go eat with Yu Yan and the others."

Han Mo hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Yes."

Ok?

Um! ! !

Another "um", last night was just an "um", and then I went to interact with the rising star.

Today is dinner with the star of tomorrow again.

Does Ding Jun know that Han Mo likes men, he must be reincarnated by Yuelao in this life!

Yan Yibing walked up to Yu Yan's side noblely and coldly: "Shall I go to your CNG too?"

Yu Yan: "Tsk, to spy on the enemy?"

Yan Yibing: "I'm rare."

Ding Luo looked back and forth between Yan Yibing and Han Mo, and forced a smile: "Suddenly I don't want to eat in the cafeteria, so let's eat hot pot, just the newly opened seafood hot pot."

The reason she dismissed Yu Yan and Lu Jianghe was to create opportunities for Han Mo and Yan Yibing.

Now that Han Mo has been hooked away, it's boring.

Han Mo packed his backpack, put it on one shoulder, and said softly, "I'm going first."

Yan Yi Bing glanced at him from the corner of his eye, quickly looked away, and answered "Yes" in a lukewarm manner.

But Han Mo was obviously not affected by this word.

He opened the door and went out, and soon his footsteps were no longer heard in the corridor.

Yan Yibing had no choice but to go eat hot pot with Yu Yan, Ding Luo and Lu Jianghe.

This is a boutique small hot pot, mainly seafood and wagyu beef, the taste is good, but the price is not low, four people can't get in the private room, so they have to sit outside and spread out.

The air is full of the smell of hot pot bottom ingredients. Although it is fragrant, I will definitely not be able to wear clothes tomorrow.

Yan Yibing sat on the side with Lu Jianghe, and Yu Yan and Ding Luo sat on the side.

Bring the menu and give it to the only lady present first.

Ding Luo ordered crab sticks, shrimp paste and tofu skin, then gave Yu Yan, Yu Yan ordered three plates of meat, and handed them to Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing was in a bad mood and just wanted to spend money.

He glanced at it casually: "Ten Belon oysters, a plate of large yellow croaker fillets, and a bottle of white wine."

Lu Jianghe sighed: "Wouldn't it be a bit violent to cook Veron's oysters in a pot?"

Yan Yibing casually said, "If it's not enough, if you want, I'll treat you."

Lu Jianghe: "Good boss."

Yu Yan narrowed his eyes, looked at Yan Yibing and asked, "What are you angry about?"

Yan Yibing was taken aback for a moment, and asked back, "What?"

Yu Yan repeated again: "It's been a long time since you came out of the Union Building, and you're not feeling well, what's wrong?"

Yan Yibing was startled: "Me?"

Yu Yan: "Nonsense, anger is written all over your face."

Yan Yibing touched his face subconsciously, feeling a little dazed.

So he was angry just now?

Or is it a particularly obvious anger?

why?

Not only did Yu Yan ask him, but he himself wanted to ask himself.

What on earth is he to be angry about.

Is it because Han Mo forcefully kissed him in the safe passage?

No.

Is it because Xin Chen bought him less barley water on purpose?

He can't make it.

It was because Han Mo, who kissed him forcefully in the safe passage, went to have dinner with Xin Chen who rarely bought him barley water tonight.

But it has something to do with him.

Why should he be angry.

As Yan Yibing thought about it, he became even more irritable.

Ding Luo lowered his eyes and whispered while scalding the cup with hot water, "I know why the Ice God is angry."

Yu Yan and Yan Yibing looked at her together.

Ding Luo: "It's probably the feeling that I wanted to go to the park with you before, and you made me go practice games."

Yu Yan felt guilty: "Honey, I'm not like that now."

Ding Luo: "I don't want to settle the old score."

Yan Yibing smiled lightly and said, "What does that feel like? I don't have it. I'm just a little tired from practicing today."

Besides, Ding Luo and Yu Yan are lovers, can that be the same thing?

Ding Luo nodded and stopped talking.

The hot pot was served quickly, and the table was full of dishes.

Because of Ding Luo's words, Yu Yan didn't dare to eat much all night, and kept cooking meat and seafood for Ding Luo.

Yan Yibing didn't have much appetite either, but cooked several oysters to vent his anger.

This kind of Belon oyster is expensive and is usually eaten raw with lemon juice.

But now he seems to want to waste everything.

He boiled the oysters with a smell of the soup base and dipped them in thick sauce, so he couldn't taste any deliciousness at all, so he swallowed them in a daze.

Only Lu Jianghe ate the most solid food, like wind and clouds, no matter how full his stomach was, he couldn't hold it down.

Each of them drank a little of the white wine, and they didn't finish it. The rest can be taken away.

Since it was Yan Yibing's treat, the white wine was naturally given to him.

After dinner, we said goodbye to each other and went home.

Yan Yibing reeked of alcohol and hot pot, and was still holding a bottle in his hand.

He didn't want to lose face by going to the club, so he drove home.

When I got home, I even hated my mother.

"It's smoky, hurry up and take a bath."

Yan Yibing put the white wine on the shoe cabinet and lazily climbed the stairs.

Yan's mother: "Did you watch TV yesterday?"

Yan Yibing stopped walking: "I haven't turned on the TV for many years."

Yan's mother: "Yesterday's sports channel had a replay of Yayun's game."

Yan Yibing frowned: "Who is Yayun?"

Yan's mother lowered her face: "What do you want to do all day? The little figure skating girl Mao Yayun I introduced to you!"

Yan Yibing was still dazed for a while, before suddenly realizing: "That's her name."

Yan's mother: "You didn't check her encyclopedia?"

Yan Yibing was puzzled: "Why should I check on her if I have nothing to do?"

Yan's mother: "Aren't you very interested in her, you are so careless, you still want other girls to take the initiative!"

Yan Yibing had indeed forgotten.

How could he be interested in someone he'd never met.

It's just that it happened to hit the gun that day, and he wanted to divert his attention.

Yan Yibing: "I'm not a proactive character, otherwise I wouldn't fall in love early."

After muttering, he quickly ran upstairs.

Yan mother: "You!"

Yan Yibing had already closed the door of the room.

He threw the smelly clothes on the chair and went to take a shower.

When the hot water rushed down, his gaze was limited to the small bathroom.

Bathtub, vanity, floor tiles, racks for hanging towels.

In his room, there were already traces of Han Mo's existence.

During his illness, Han Mo had completely invaded his life.

Yan Yibing was a little confused.

He faintly realized that he seemed to have demands on Han Mo that went beyond the relationship between master and apprentice.

After taking a shower, he casually wiped off the water on his body, put on new short sleeves, and leaned back on the chair.

After a moment of sluggishness, he was still bored.

Taking advantage of the dead of night and no one around, Yan Yibing landed and screamed, searching for——

[Is it possible for a straight man to be bent? 】

If you don't search, you don't know.

There are hundreds of similar questions, how many people have such troubles as him!

While sighing, he clicked on the one with the most answers.

Article [-].

[Thank you for the invitation.I'm a straight guy who's been bent.As for why I was bent, it may be because I am very small, so I have always been a little inferior. I always want the big one to belong to me, regardless of whether it belongs to the front or the back. 】

Fuck!

Awesome.

Yan Yi Bing blushed.

He was overwhelmed by this logic.

Then he looked down and looked.

He can be sure that he is not small.

Although it is not an exaggerated eighteen centimeters, it is also very confident.

Ok.

He let out a long breath.

"Sure enough, I'm not someone who is easy to be bent."

After the mental construction was completed, he breathed a sigh of relief, quickly deleted the search records, and turned off the forced call.

Just after completing this series of operations, he found that Han Mo had sent him a WeChat message.

[Han Mo: At home or in the club? 】

Yan Yibing glanced at it, and held back the breath of relief just now.

This text message reads——

【let's have dinner tonight? 】

Then, above—

【Um. 】

None of them make people happy.

Yan Yibing ignored it.

But soon, Han Mo came over with a voice call.

Yan Yibing frowned and hesitated for a moment, but still took it.

"Is something wrong?"

Han Mo's voice was distorted by the wind outside: "Are you at the club?"

Yan Yibing: "Not here."

Han Mo said affirmatively, "That means being at home."

Yan Yibing: "What's the matter with you?"

Han Mo: "Wait for me, I'll go find you."

Yan Yibing: "Don't!"

Han Mo: "I brought some egg yolk cakes for my aunt and uncle."

Yan Yibing: "..."

Good guy, this meal is enough to enjoy, eat and bring.

Egg yolk cakes are indeed Hao Jingxuan's specialty, and he has no position to stop him from bringing things to his parents.

Han Mo did what he said.

Half an hour after hanging up the voice call, Han Mo knocked on the door of his house.

Yan Yibing was upstairs, it was Yan's mother who opened the door.

Soon, Yan's mother pulled her neck and shouted: "Son, Han Mo is here, come down quickly!"

Yan Yibing sighed.

He rolled over from the bed, put on his shorts, hooked up his slippers, and went downstairs.

Yan's mother was courting Han Mo: "Oh, what are you bringing with you?"

Han Mo smiled: "Auntie likes to eat, doesn't she? This restaurant tastes good. I happened to go there for dinner today, so I just brought some."

Yan's mother: "Thank you, thank you, this one is quite expensive, so don't spend money on it in the future."

Yan Yibing pulled his lips, smiled subtly, and leaned his waist against the railing of the stairs, his hair was half dry and a little messy.

After taking a bath, he didn't eat or drink anything, his lips were light red, and his skin was white and shiny.

Han Mo glanced at it: "I also brought desserts for Master. The honey-fried cherries from that store are a new product, and the sales volume is particularly good, but you have to eat it while it's hot."

Yan Yibing ate ten oysters at night, and basically didn't touch anything else, neither hungry nor full.

But he said, "I'm not hungry."

Han Mo raised his eyebrows, his thin eyelids trembled: "Not many, just four cherries per serving."

Yan's mother urged him: "Taste what I brought for you specially, don't you like sweets!"

His mother had already spoken, and Yan Yibing couldn't refuse.

Han Mo: "Go to my house, and discuss the training in the afternoon by the way, don't disturb uncle and aunt to rest."

Yan Yibing: "..."

You are too Sima Zhao's heart!

Yan Yibing: "Let's just go outside, it's not cold outside."

There are wooden chairs in the community for the elderly to rest their feet while walking.

There was a small fountain in front of Yan Yibing's house, and there were two wooden chairs around the small fountain. Because it was too close to their house, few people sat there.

Han Mo: "OK."

Yan Yibing went out wearing slippers.

It was windy at night, but the wind was not unbearably strong, it just lifted the broken hair.

There is a strong fragrance in the deep summer night, which is emitted by some unknown flower.

The moon is very faint, the stars are almost invisible, and the halo of the city is like a huge omentum covering the humans in the entire magic city.

Han Mo carefully opened the packing box, and handed the small fork to Yan Yibing: "Try it, it's still hot."

Yan Yibing looked away and said softly, "Don't eat."

Han Mo paused, and said with a smile: "Master is angry with me, can I understand that Master cares about me more than before?"

Yan Yibing was angry: "Who is angry with you?"

Han Mo: "I wanted to have dinner with you today, but Brother Dan Ding asked me to go—"

Yan Yibing added in a hurry: "I asked you to accompany the star of tomorrow."

Han Mo closed his lower lip, and said slowly: "Tell me to see the lawyer, Xin Chen happened to be here, so I got involved with him."

Yan Yibing frowned: "Why see a lawyer?"

Han Mo: "It's nothing serious, just a little dispute, I'll tell you after you eat it."

Yan Yibing: "..."

To his dismay, he did want to know what the dispute was.

Yan Yibing took the plastic box from Han Mo's hand, took a fork, and forked a cherry.

The cherries are bright red and clear, and they are placed in a small tray made of sticky rice. The fine petals are mixed in the delicate sugar silk, and there is a fresh and sweet aroma floating in the box.

He ate one, and his teeth pierced the skin of the cherry, and the full juice dripped down. Together with the sweet-scented osmanthus-flavored syrup, and the glutinous and soft sticky rice, there was a strange and indescribable taste, as if the whole spring The fragrance is concentrated and swallowed together.

It is indeed delicious.

He licked the syrup on his lips, his appetite was whetted.

He ate two more in a row before he was a little satisfied.

When the fork was pointing at the last cherry, Yan Yibing raised his eyes subconsciously, and found that Han Mo was staring at him.

Under the bright street lights, Han Mo's expression was clearly illuminated.

His eyes were dark, his eyelids were slightly folded, and there was an undisguised love in his eyes.

This liking was mixed with some unspeakable desire, especially when Yan Yibing subconsciously stretched out his tongue to lick his lips.

Even a man knows what kind of look that is.

But Yan Yibing still pretended to be stupid, and handed over the lunch box: "Do you want to eat?"

Han Mo pursed his lips, and murmured softly against the wind: "I don't want to eat this, I want to eat your cherries."

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