hi don't run

The host and guest enjoyed a meal, and Dong Yi and Shao Wenfeng competed in drinking, from white wine to beer, and then from beer to red wine.

The two men have already drank the drinks they bought just now and the drinks that Zhang Maojia already had.

Han Mo didn't know what words to use to describe his current mood. He felt inexplicably distressed when he saw the man pouring wine into his stomach glass by glass.

Dong Yi was born in a barracks, and his alcohol capacity has long been practiced.

But Shao Wenfeng was different. If it wasn't because of the baptism in the wine market, how could this man drink so much without changing his face.

Shao Zian was sitting on the sofa watching TV with the baby in his arms, with a big golden retriever lying next to him.

He was already sleepy, and the little baby in his arms was already sound asleep.

This is his nephew, and he likes it from the bottom of his heart.The little baby also likes him, otherwise how could he sleep soundly in his arms.

"Zian, take the baby and go back to the house to sleep." Han Mo walked over to take a look, visually predicting that this wine fight will continue for a while.

Shao Zian nodded, stood up holding the little baby and returned to his bedroom with the big golden retriever.

Zhang Mao glanced at the wine bottle on the ground, then at Dong Yi, pouted and stood up to wash the fruit.

Han Mo went to help.

"You and Song Xinye haven't slept yet?" Han Mo asked, raising his eyebrows while washing the strawberries in his hand.

"...We are living together." Zhang Mao looked at him from the corner of his eyes, and seeing his expression, he knew that this person must be thinking about something obscene, "You think I am you, and I know how to do it every day." Pointing to his neck, there was a purple mark.

The corner of Han Mo's mouth twitched, and he rolled his eyes, "Shao Wenfeng didn't suck it out, it was my precious son who gnawed it."

He felt that he was really wronged. His father frowned in dissatisfaction when he saw all kinds of small dots on his upper body that were eaten by the little baby, and the old man probably misunderstood.Woohoo, he is really speechless.

Zhang Mao looked very surprised, but looking at his indifferent eyes, he knew that this person was pretending.

"Your son really followed his father. He knew how to play hooligans since he was a child."

"...You've learned badly." Smacking his lips, Han Mo ate a strawberry, turned his head to look at the three big men who started this round of drinking, and clicked twice, "Dong Yi doesn't seem to be as arrogant as before?"

In his memory, Dong Yi was still in middle school, when that man was in charge of the school, and he was followed by a group of younger brothers wherever he went, and he was a gangster.

It's impossible to think that this hooligan leader will go to the army after wandering around in school for half a year, and then he will go to ten years.

Zhang Mao shrugged his shoulders, gave a chuckle and glanced at Han Mo, who was curling his lips, and handed him a large plate made of sliced ​​watermelon, dragon fruit and other fruits in his hand, and said, "Everyone will change."

Not only Dong Yi has changed, but they have also changed.

Some restrained their publicity, some restrained their arrogance, and some became more tactful.

In ten years, they have actually become familiar strangers. The impression of the early years has actually been blurred, but they are still friends.

Han Mo nodded to understand what he meant, and he had changed a lot.

Going out with a plate, he sat aside and glanced at Shao Wenfeng. The man's face was just a little red. He took a cold strawberry and stuffed it into the man's mouth. He leaned over to smell it, and frowned.

"Aren't you planning to go home tonight?" If his son smelled the alcohol, he would have to spend another night.

Shao Wenfeng was actually a little delirious at the moment, but he still shook his head very calmly, leaned over and kissed Han Mo's cheek, and Han Mo frowned, smelling of alcohol.

"Well, I'm about to die."

Han Mo smiled and nodded, looked at Dong Yi, then at Song Xinye, whose neck was red, and sighed, "The two of them are about to die too."

This is not a lie, he has been fooling around with Song Xinye for so many years, he still knows what Song Xinye's drinking capacity is, and looking at the wine bottles on the ground, he can guess that Dong Yi is almost at his limit.

"Sweet hair, you... uh, you took over the male silver, uh, not bad, um, not bad." This was said by Dong Yi, with a serious big tongue.

Han Mo rolled his eyes at him, saying that Dong Yi had reached his limit.Looking at the tongue curling up, is it still hairy?What is fine hair?His name is Han Mo!

"Stop talking, you can't speak clearly, still drink?" He grabbed two more strawberries for Shao Wenfeng and stuffed them in his mouth. Han Mo sat behind the man and let him lean against him.

Dong Yi muttered a few words, Han Mo didn't hear clearly what he said.

Song Xinye was already lying on the table and didn't know where to go, so he almost fell asleep right now.

"Maomao, I like you, woohoo, I really like you." It's okay, he still knows to pull Zhang Mao's watch and confess in a daze.

Zhang Mao couldn't help but look at him with a big red face, his eyes were squinted and he couldn't open it, not to mention his coquettish and shameless appearance.

"I know, I know, don't pretend to be crazy by drinking." Zhang Mao sighed and patted his face, looked at Dong Yi, raised his eyebrows, "Still drinking?"

Dong Yi shook his head, drank the last bit of red wine with Shao Wenfeng, put the wine glass away, stood up and walked unsteadily to the bathroom.

"There are hundreds."

"..." Han Mo twitched his mouth and patted Shao Wenfeng's shoulder, "Go home?"

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and they were usually asleep at this time, and even if they were not asleep, they were chatting under the covers to make them sleepy.

Zhang Mao first helped Song Xinye back to the room, then closed the door and came out to see that Dong Yi had fallen down on the sofa and started snoring.

"Can you do it alone?" Zhang Mao was a little worried. Although Shao Wenfeng hadn't reached the point where he couldn't walk, his legs were weak and he couldn't stand still. He could only rely on Han Mo to support him.

If the little baby goes back with the two fathers, Han Mo will probably be exhausted to death.

Han Mo tilted his head and glanced at the man leaning on his shoulder with half-closed eyes, pursed his lips, "I'll send him back first, and then come back to pick up the baby." You can't leave the little guy outside alone, although there are Zhang Mao and Shao Zian accompanied him, but they were still not at ease.

Zhang Mao frowned in disapproval, and raised his hand to signal him to wait a little bit.

Gently opened the door of Shao Zian's bedroom, the little baby was held in Shao Zian's arms, sleeping soundly.He withdrew and turned his head to look at Han Mo, thought for a while and said: "Or just sleep here, I will take him to the company tomorrow morning, and you will send him home at noon? He will go back and forth at night I have a cold, it's so cold outside."

Of course Han Mo knew this truth, he patted Shao Wenfeng on the shoulder and signaled the man to stand by himself.

Going over to take a look, he sighed and went to take out the diapers from the stroller in the living room, and walked lightly into Shao Zian's room to change the baby's diapers.

Shao Zian opened his eyes in a daze, sat up in confusion after seeing Han Mo's movements, and tilted his head, "Do you want to take the baby home?"

He was not willing to let the baby go, the little guy was fragrant with milk, so it was comfortable to hold.

"Is there any problem in helping brother take care of the baby at night?" Han Mo shook his head, put the baby's bag on the bedside table, and he asked softly, "When you get up to go to the bathroom at night, help him change a diaper. It's easy to change it. Just like wearing underpants, don’t tighten it too tightly, he will be uncomfortable, and then feed him half a bottle of milk around four o’clock.”

Seeing Shao Zian's serious face, Han Mo chuckled, "Remember?"

Nodding, he took a diaper and gestured aside, Shao Zian looked up at Han Mo, "Remember."

"Thank you." He leaned over and kissed the baby on the cheek, and handed him over to Shao Zian and Han Mo, who was still very relieved.This kid seems to be a reliable one, and there is no other choice now.

"You're welcome." Smiling at Han Mo, Shao Zian lay down holding the baby and continued to sleep.

Han Mo covered him with a quilt, then patted the forehead of the big golden retriever who was lying on the side and wagging his tail, "Go, Xiao Jin, go to sleep."

The big golden retriever followed him out sensiblely, trotted all the way to Dong Yi's side, and got down on the ground.

Han Mo helped Shao Wenfeng go home, the man was half asleep.

Only the two feet still know how to move mechanically, at least there is no need for Han Moto to walk.

Zhang Mao sent the two of them downstairs to help Han Mo get Shao Wenfeng into the car. He sighed and frowned at Han Mo, "There's a hotel in the street ahead, why don't you just make do with it for the night?"

Han Mo nodded, thinking that this method is good.

"I'll come to pick up the baby tomorrow morning, you go back and watch Song Er, I guess he tormented you a little bit at night."

There was a feeling of gloating about what he said, Zhang Mao rolled his eyes to Han Mo, closed the car door and waved his hand.

Back home, Zhang Mao looked at the mess on the floor, then at the plates and bowls on the table, sighed and resigned himself to finding a big garbage bag, put all the empty wine bottles into the bag, and put the lettuce into the bag. Cover with cling film and store in the refrigerator.

It took half an hour to clean up, Zhang Mao let out a sigh and raised his hand to cover his mouth to check the time.

Open the bedroom door and go to the bathroom to take a shower.

Just as he took off his clothes, he was pinned down by a man attacking from behind.

He turned his head to look at Song Xinye who was lying on him, raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to pat his forehead, "Aren't you already asleep?"

Holding his waist with both hands, twisting his body and rubbing his buttocks with his upright position, Song Xinye grunted like a big bear to express his dissatisfaction.

"Want to do..."

He was asleep, but he woke up again when he heard the sound of Zhang Mao entering the door.

Zhang Mao turned his head to look at him, raised his eyebrows, reached into his pants to hold it, leaned over and kissed his lips proactively, then frowned in disgust, "There are people outside, don't you want to be heard?"

Song Xinye hummed dissatisfiedly, and moved his body to urge his subordinates to hurry up.

His own pair of big hands touched his clothes, and the slippery touch made him sigh with satisfaction.

Zhang groaned, raised his head and turned on the shower casually.

He didn't want Dong Yi to hear the noises in the room. Although the man was drinking too much and sleeping, there was no guarantee that he would hear them.

It really made Zhang Mao right. Even if Dong Yi’s tongue has grown from drinking, but for the habit he has developed all year round, he will still wake up reflexively when he hears the sound. After confirming that there is no danger, he will go to sleep again. .

Shao Zian got up and went to the toilet, changed the baby's diaper after he got out, smacked his lips and felt thirsty, so he could only go out to pour water.

As soon as he opened the door, he stood there in a daze, looking at the dark figure, he had to say that he was taken aback.

Dong Yi also got thirsty and looked for water, but he was a little dizzy and went in the wrong direction. He looked at the frightened little boy and smiled apologetically. He opened his mouth to speak, but was covered.

"Shhh, baby is sleeping." Shao Zian frowned, lowered his hands and walked around him to pour water.

Dong Yi raised his eyebrows and licked his dry lips. The palm of his hand just now felt really good.