dissatisfied [e-sports]

Once in the room, Yan Yibing immediately took off his shirt and looked down at his chest.

Hmm...still red.

He pursed his lips depressedly, raised his hand and closed the door, trying to shut Han Mo out.

But he didn't use much force, Han Mo supported him with his hands, and he got in smoothly.

Yan Yibing turned his face away, lay on his back on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, and closed his eyes.

Han Mo chuckled and called him, "Master?"

Yan Yibing neither opened his eyes nor spoke.

Han Mo turned around and went to the door to lock it, and when he heard the click of the lock cylinder, Yan Yibing raised his eyelids.

Han Mo was sure that no one would rush into the room, so he walked directly to Yan Yibing's bed, lifted the quilt, and lay down.

Yan Yibing's bed was not small, although it was not enough for two people, it was enough.

Yan Yibing was startled, opened his apricot core eyes, and said in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Han Mo got a little closer to him, shook off the quilt, put it on his head, and said in a low voice: "I wake up too early in the morning, and I'm sleepy too."

Yan Yibing caught his breath and subconsciously glanced at the door.

Although the door was locked and his mother wouldn't enter the house rashly, it was still a little irritating for Han Mo to just sleep on his bed.

The quilt covered his head, although his breathing was a little stuffy, but there was an illusion of an extra layer of protection.

Yan Yibing rubbed against the bed, giving Han Mo ample space.

"If you knew this earlier, you might as well stay at home and sleep."

Han Mo said grandly: "I can't sleep well without Master."

Yan Yibing snorted: "Joke, you have been sleeping alone for more than ten years."

Han Mo said calmly, "Well, if you have a boyfriend, you don't have to sleep alone."

Yan Yibing: "..."

Han Mo turned sideways, stretched out his hand, and put it on Yan Yibing's waist: "Shall I rub it for Master?"

Yan Yi smiled angrily, and gave him a look: "Come on, isn't this more painful as you rub it?"

Han Mo buried his head down again, and said in a hoarse voice, "Then blow blow?"

Yan Yibing pressed his hand: "No, I want to have a good sleep."

They didn't chat for long.

Indeed, I got up early to check out, drove to Busan Airport, and then pushed the big suitcase and backpack all the way. There was no time to rest on the plane, and various broadcasts rang intermittently all the way. After sitting for more than two hours, I pushed the suitcase again and waited for the special car. , All the way back to the present, there is no time to be quiet for a while.

Soon, Yan Yibing fell asleep next to Han Mo.

Han Mo's arm was always around his waist, gently, but it also brought some heat.

Yan Yibing didn't feel any discomfort at all for having one more person on the bed he was used to sleeping on.

His breathing gradually became longer, his chest pain didn't hurt much, his soft hair was scattered on the pillow, touching Han Mo's earlobe lightly.

Han Mo also slept soundly.

But before going to bed, he set the vibration alarm.

At 04:30 in the afternoon, the alarm bell rang in his ears, Han Mo's eyelids moved, and he gradually woke up.

He quickly pressed the alarm bell.

Yan Yibing was still sleeping soundly, but when he heard the sound, he just frowned and groaned, then tilted his head to his side again.

Han Mo pressed his eyebrows, carefully lifted the quilt, got off the bed, and covered Yan Yibing tightly.

He had just woken up, and his consciousness was still a little dazed, so he just sat by the bed and quietly looked at Yan Yibing's sleeping face.

After Yan Yibing fell asleep, his face would turn red, slightly hot.

The left ear is also red, probably being pressed for a long time.

His eyelids were thin, the contours of his eyes were very beautiful, and the thick eyelash on the right was squeezed under the pillow, which was not valued by the owner.

When breathing, his lips will be slightly opened, and the tip of his tongue can be vaguely seen.

Han Mo's eyes gradually became gentle.

He stretched out his hand and fiddled with Yan Yibing's earlobe, which was pressed against the back of his ear. His hand was soft and cute.

Yan Yibing was still awake, so Han Mo kneaded him for a while longer.

After waking up for a while, Han Mo finally got up, tiptoed into the bathroom, washed his face, and combed his hair.

Seeing that there was no sleepiness on his face, he opened the door lightly and went downstairs.

The takeaway of the hot pot has already been delivered, and Yanmu is preparing to put it on the table.

Han Mo hurried over: "Auntie, I'll help you."

Yan's mother declined: "No, no, it's very convenient. Where's Yan Yibing?"

Han Mo took all the dishes naturally, and replied: "Master is too tired, he is still sleeping, call him when he is ready."

Yan's mother complained: "He is so lazy, hey, it's also our fault that we didn't teach him how to work before. After that, he won't be able to live without a nanny after he gets married."

Han Mo smiled: "No."

When Han Mo saw the beef and hairy belly, he snapped his fingers: "Uncle hasn't come back yet, and Master hasn't gotten up yet, should these meat be put in the refrigerator?"

Yan's mother: "Ah, you can give it to me, and I will put it away. Momo, please help take down the pot and induction cooker, and put them in the first cabinet above the kitchen."

Han Mo nodded: "Okay."

The cabinets in the kitchen were quite high, Han Mo stretched out his arms, and lifted the Yuanyang pot and the induction cooker down.

Yan's mother stared at it, still a little worried: "Be careful, don't hurt your hands."

She knows how important the hand of an e-sports player is, which is why she keeps nagging Yan Yibing not to work but doesn't force him.

Han Mo still has a long career ahead, so he needs to pay extra attention to his hands.

Han Mo: "No, it's not that easy to get hurt."

He took the pot down and put it on the dining table.

Yan's mother looked at it for a while: "I think this dining table is a bit big, and so is his father. There are only three people in the family and he still pays attention to this. I usually eat with his father in the living room. I don't use this table at all. It just looks good. .”

Han Mo paused, and asked, "Then you want to move it to the coffee table?"

Yan's mother pondered for a while: "It's okay, I can still watch TV."

They cleaned up for a while, and it was five o'clock.

The drinks and red wine purchased online were delivered, and the glasses and dishes were also set. Yan's mother looked upstairs: "Go and wake him up. He has slept for two hours, otherwise he won't be able to eat for a while."

Han Mo wiped his hands and went upstairs.

When he opened the door and entered the room, the bed was a mess, Yan Yibing pressed the thin quilt under him, and twisted himself, his back was exposed to the air.

The room was a bit dark, Han Mo stepped on the carpet, and was pulled to cover his back.

"Master, get up and prepare to eat."

Yan Yibing wrinkled his lower eyelids and did not move.

Han Mo possessed himself and pecked his shoulder, leaving a small red mark: "Hurry up."

Yan Yibing felt it when his soft lips were pressed against his cool shoulders.

His eyelids trembled, he raised his hand to hook Han Mo's neck, and said lazily, "Sleep a little longer."

Han Mo paused: "I want you to rest too, but your mother told you to go down."

Yan Yibing sighed, tried hard to wipe his eyes on the pillow, and slowly got up.

With disheveled hair on his head, his eyes half closed, he sat on the bed silently.

Han Mo waited for a while, Yan Yibing finally made up his mind to leave the bed.

Han Mo handed him the jacket, and he put it on in a daze, the chest pain was no longer there.

Of course he didn't notice either.

Yan Yibing dally walked to the bathroom, closed the door, and began to wash his face, rinse his mouth and comb his hair.

Han Mo straightened his bed naturally, folded the quilt and put it on the pillow.

When Yan Yibing came out after washing his face, and leaned against the door, he found that the bed had been made neatly.

He raised his eyebrows, and called lazily and frivolously: "Little daughter-in-law."

The 'little daughter-in-law' looked up at him, followed him and said, "Can my husband go downstairs for dinner?"

Yan Yibing's eyes lit up and he was overjoyed.

He couldn't help pursing his lips, trying to hold back his smile, but he didn't, and his eyes were completely bent into an arc.

It was very refreshing to say these words from Han Mo's mouth.

Because with Han Mo's character, he definitely wouldn't bark easily.

Unless the earth explodes, he must be the only person in the world who can be called 'husband' by Han Mo.

Yan Yibing was very happy, and walked over to pat Han Mo's head, as if praising a good dog: "Yes, I will bark like that in private from now on."

Han Mo couldn't laugh or cry.

He was just afraid that Yan Yibing would get angry, so he coaxed Yan Yibing deliberately.

But... feel free to.

As long as Yan Yibing is happy.

When they went downstairs, Yan's mother called Yan's father while chattering: "Look, you're only getting up now, and Han Mo cleaned up for me."

Yan Yibing lazily sat down on the sofa, and also sat down with Han Mo, putting his arm on Han Mo's shoulder: "I'm sleepy, really sleepy."

Yan's father was connected, and Yan's mother had no time to talk to Yan Yibing for the time being.

"Hey, why aren't you home yet?"

Father Yan: "Traffic jam, it's coming soon, do you need me to take something back?"

Yan's mother: "It's all ordered, no need."

After another 10 minutes, Yan's father hurried into the house.

As soon as he came in, as soon as he put the computer bag away, the phone rang again.

Yan's father took off his shoes and said, "I'm not in the office. I'm going home for dinner. You ask two senior lawyers to change the prospectus, send it to me, and I'll change it again. I don't have time for an intern interview recently. , Let Lu Par go, yes yes yes. If you do this, you should first contact the investment bank and ask them when it will be over, as well as their lawyers from the investment bank, ummmm..."

After talking about work, Yan's father wiped off his sweat: "Honey, I've been too busy recently, sorry."

He naturally walked over to Yan's mother, hugged Yan's mother, and kissed Yan's mother on the forehead.

In front of Yan Yibing and Han Mo, Yan's mother was a little embarrassed, she hid a little bit, and shyly pushed him: "Okay, go and wash your hands."

Yan Yibing was no longer surprised, and poured himself a Coke.

Han Mo was quite novel, and murmured: "Uncle and aunt are so kind."

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really couldn't believe that there was a family who got along like this, and that his father could respect and love his mother so much.

Yan's mother covered her lips: "Your uncle has stayed abroad for a long time before, he is more westernized, a little more enthusiastic and open."

Father Yan came back after washing his hands, and emphasized helplessly: "Where is the enthusiasm and openness, I am obviously very polite."

Yan Yibing muttered, "Tsk, what does this have to do with Westernization? Those who haven't stayed abroad are quite open."

For example, taking advantage of drunk relatives, such as opening a double bed room when looking for an opportunity, such as saying that I want to eat cherries or something.

Yan's mother asked curiously, "Who is it?"

Yan Yibing snapped his fingers and swallowed nervously.

He was complaining about Han Mo. He thought his voice was very low, but he was still heard.

Han Mo lowered his eyes and poured Yan Yibing another cup of Coke: "Master is thirsty, let's drink some more."

Yan Yibing glanced at Han Mo, took the cup, covered his expression, and drank a few more swigs.

"Ahem, I'm starving to death, let's eat quickly."

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