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Shao Wenfeng sucked his lips, his legs were stuck between his legs so that he could not move, one hand pressed his shoulder, and the other hand squeezed his sensitive breast through the shirt cast.

"Hmm..." Han Mo raised his head and wanted to avoid his lips, but Shao Wenfeng pressed his neck with one hand to prevent him from avoiding it, and the other hand stretched in from the hem of his shirt.

"Go away!" Han Mo was shocked by his cold fingertips, and raised his hand to push him away.

After wiping his lips, he stared at the man a step away, puzzled, and wiped his mouth vigorously.

"Go find your little lover in heat, I don't have time to accompany you." He straightened his clothes and pushed the man away to enter the house, but unfortunately the man grabbed his arm.

Turning his head, Han Mo looked at Shao Wenfeng with an unfriendly expression, thinking whether he could slap him to relieve his anger.

"Hey, you've already reacted, is it because Song Xinji didn't take good care of you?" With a smirk at the corner of his mouth, Shao Wenfeng raised his hand and hugged him into his arms, and leaned over to nibble his ear, muttering while biting, " Look down, have you set up your tent?"

Han Mo's face was flushed, and the numbness spread from his ears to his back. He instinctively lowered his eyes to look at Shao Wenfeng's voice, grunted in embarrassment, bumped his elbow back against the man's abdomen, and turned his head. He raised his hand and slapped it on Shao Wenfeng's handsome face.

"Hiss, cool!" Although it hurts, Han Mo is very happy, finally able to slap this scum.He rubbed his hands, and grinned on the neck, "Hey, Mr. Shao, why do you still have Wuzhishan on your face, tsk tsk, it affects your aura too much."

Shao Wenfeng raised his hand to touch his hot cheek, half-closed his eyes to look at Han Mo, and laughed angrily when he saw his complacent look, pulled his arm back and squeezed his fingers fiercely Touching his cheek, he leaned closer and almost touched the tip of his nose, the hot breath sprayed on Han Mo's face, he raised his hand to hang Shao Wenfeng's shoulder, but unfortunately the man let him beat him and refused to let go.

"It hurts, let go!" His face was pinched and distorted, Han Mo was forced to pout his lips into an oval roar, and his eyes were burning with anger as he stared at Shao Wenfeng.

"It hurts? Didn't you feel quite proud just now?" Leaned over and kissed his lips, Shao Wenfeng also licked his teeth roguely, "Your face is really fleshy now, it feels good when you pinch it."

These words made Han Mo almost blown his hair. If it wasn't for the fact that his current posture was not right and he didn't dare to use too much force for fear of breaking the knife edge in his abdomen, he would have raised his leg to kick Shao Wenfeng long ago.

"Shao Wenfeng, are you a man? Let me go!" Han Mo grabbed his arm, the knuckles of his fingers turned white, showing how hard he was exerting himself.

Shao Wenfeng let go of his hands and squinted at him. He didn't feel annoyed when he saw Han Mo take a step back to keep a distance from him. He just looked at him from head to toe with a calculating smile, and then raised his eyebrows, "Where's the child? Huh?" Come to me and give him a red envelope."

"You're welcome, I'm not short of your money." Han Mo rubbed his hands on the sore spots on his cheeks, and snorted coldly.

He didn't dare to let Shao Wenfeng see the little baby. Although his son looked like him in part, but in other part he was like Shao Wenfeng, especially the eyebrows and eyes, which was a shrunken version of Shao Wenfeng.

Not to mention that he could tell, it is estimated that if Shao Wenfeng saw the little baby, he would be able to guess that they were related by blood.He still doesn't want to cause trouble for himself, although this big trouble has already found himself.

Shao Wenfeng glanced at the door blocked by him, and there was no other sound inside. He turned his face to look at Han Mo, raised his eyebrows, "Hey, is this Song Xinji's home?"

"Yes, what's the problem?" Han Mo shrank his feet and looked at him defensively.

If Shao Wenfeng wanted to force his way into the house, he would do it.At worst, he would break the incision and sew it up again. Anyway, he didn't plan to have a second child. The most important thing was to prevent this big trouble from seeing the little baby.

Looking at him with a smile on his face, Shao Wenfeng took a step back and spread his hands to express that he was not so domineering and wanted to trespass on private houses, he was a good citizen who obeyed the law.

"I want to have a good talk with you, can I?" He didn't know exactly what Han Mo's attraction to him was due to, but he had to admit that whenever he saw Han Mo, he would be a wolf. His blood boiled, and he wanted to press him down and fuck him hard.

This is a feeling that has never happened to anyone. If he has to find a reason for himself, I am afraid he can only say that he likes Han Mo's body, or that he is fascinated by Han Mo's body. As for Han Mo... Sorry, they spend too little time together, it's a bit far-fetched to say that they like each other.

Han Mo frowned, he already realized that if he talked with Shao Wenfeng alone, he could think of what would eventually develop with his heels, but he nodded involuntarily, and just took a step when he heard Song Xinji's voice behind him.

"Xiao Han, what are you doing with the door open? You can't blow the cold wind." Because Han Mo blocked him, he didn't see Shao Wenfeng. After he came out of the bedroom, he went to Han Mo's bedroom and came over with his coat.

However, Shao Wenfeng could see his movements clearly. He raised his eyebrows to look at Han Mo whose face was changing. , "So you sleep in separate rooms."

His last word "ah" made a long sound, which made Han Mo's heart tremble even more.

It's over, he knows that this man has completely started to doubt his relationship with Song Xinji, maybe he didn't believe it before, but after all they lived together for so long, Shao Wenfeng couldn't help but not believe it, but it's different now.

Looking at Song Xinji's pajamas, who looked like he had just taken a nap, Shao Wenfeng knew that Han Mo and Song Xinji were good friends at best.

This recognition made him feel very good in an instant. The slap by Han Mo just now left a red mark on his cheek, but it didn't matter. Song Xinji who was standing behind Han Mo greeted him.

"Hi, see you again."

Song Xinji's few remaining sleepy bugs ran away immediately. He froze for a moment, then nodded and looked at Shao Wenfeng with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Shao."

"Didn't I tell you to rest more, put it on quickly." Putting the coat in his hand on Han Mo's shoulders, he glanced at Shao Wenfeng and smiled, "Mr. Shao is passing by?"

What he said was pure nonsense, no matter how much he passed by, it was impossible to abduct him to his house.

With a smile on his face, Shao Wenfeng stared straight at the top of Han Mo's head, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.

"I'm here to look for Han Mo. Since you're out, I'll trouble you to take care of his child." He stretched out his hand and turned his head away.

Han Mo was staggered by his pull, he shook his hand and took the grip even tighter, so he had no choice but to turn his head to look at Song Xinji, "Help me look at the baby."

Song Xinji opened his mouth, but finally he could only nod his head.

He had no way to interfere in Han Mo's life, because the two of them were just good friends, so he could only watch helplessly as Han Mo was pulled into the elevator by Shao Wenfeng, and then disappeared from his sight.

"Where do you want to take me!" Han Mo frowned at him. As soon as the elevator door opened, he felt cold, and his body shivered involuntarily.

Shao Wenfeng originally took him to stride out, but he stopped because he felt his body trembling slightly, let go of his hand, took off his cashmere coat and wrapped it around him under Han Mo's puzzled eyes, bent over and doubled his hands. With a drag of the arm, he was directly picked up horizontally.

"What are you doing?" Han Mo was completely covered by his clothes. The man's clothes were so big and long that they almost covered his calves.

"Be honest, aren't you cold?" Shao Wenfeng glanced at the plush slippers he was wearing, and walked quickly to the place where he parked.

"..." Dazed for a moment, Han Mo pursed his lips and stopped talking. This man is actually worried that he is cold?snort!You have a conscience.

He turned his head away from looking at Shao Wenfeng, but the corners of his eyes were still secretly looking at the man's chin, sniffing and muttering softly, his father must be a foreigner, this guy looks so handsome, even if he is a man I have to admit that Shao Wenfeng looks very handsome, even if half of his face is slightly swollen now, he is still very handsome.

Thinking of this, he let out a chuckle, coughed and turned away from looking at the man.

Shao Wenfeng glanced at him, opened the car door and put him in the back seat, then turned around and drove the car into the underground parking lot of the community, and stopped in a dark corner.

"What are you laughing at? Do you think I'm handsome even with half of my face swollen?" After turning off the ignition, he turned his head to look at Han Mo, with the corner of his mouth raised.

Han Mo nodded generously, and was a little touched by the man's considerate behavior of driving the car to the parking lot. At least he won't have to be carried home by the man for a while.

"You can say whatever you want." Han Mo pulled his clothes twice to free himself, but he still covered himself with the coat.

After all, it was a car parked outside for so long, so even with the air conditioner turned on, it would be a little cold.

Shao Wenfeng squinted at him, got down from the driver's seat and turned to the back seat to squeeze with him.

"..." Seeing the movement of the man embracing him in his arms, Han Mo tensed up, and then slowly relaxed and leaned against his chest.

Shao Wenfeng kissed the top of his hair, and gently touched his stomach with his big hand under the clothes, and asked him in a low and hoarse voice, "Can you touch the wound for me?"

That's the question, but the hand has already pulled the shirt open, and groped along his side waist to the middle.

Han Mo was stunned for a moment, then quickly raised his hand to hold his hand to prevent him from moving.

"That's what you want to talk about?" He didn't dare to look at the scar himself. Every time he looked at it, he would think of the unbearable pain and the culprit.

Shao Wenfeng chuckled, pulled his hands away with one hand, and gently walked along the uneven wound with the other, making Han Mo's body tremble.

"Relax, I'm not doing anything else." He lowered his head and kissed his side neck, Shao Wenfeng said so, but the warm big hand moved back and forth against his lower abdomen.

"Hmm..." Han Mo panicked from the hot body, and hummed unconsciously in his throat.

"Oddly..." Biting his collarbone lightly, one hand reached into Han Mo's underwear to hold the half-hard part, and the other hand touched his chest, gently pressing his breasts.

Han Mo's body is very sensitive, or he will become sensitive as soon as he meets Shao Wenfeng. At this moment, he has given up struggling, forget it, since this is already the case, let's enjoy it once. Anyway, he has been abstinent for about half a year, and needs to be released...

Thinking of this, Han Mo raised his hand to lower the man's neck, and then moved his face to kiss the man's thin lips.