hi don't run

In a flash, it was the end of the year. Han Mo and Shao Wenfeng hadn’t seen each other for half a month because of the company’s relationship. Today was the day when the man came back. As a result, Han Mo was busy with the company’s year-end summary and forgot about it. .

At nine o'clock in the evening, Zhang Mao stretched his waist after finishing the documents he needed to deal with, looked up and was stunned.

Standing up, he opened the door and walked out, looking puzzled at the man who was sitting there playing Doudizhu on his company employee computer with a box next to his leg.

"Mr. Shao...what do you mean?"

There was no one else in the office area, so Zhang Mao glanced at the man, then turned to look at Han Mo's office.

The lights in the design director's office are still on, and Han Mo can be seen through the glass window from the outside. Han Mo has been concentrating on writing and drawing on the desk.

"Mr. Shao, how long have you been back?" Zhang Mao was startled, and turned to look at the man who had let go of the mouse.

He had heard about Shao Wenfeng's going abroad, but he hadn't heard that Shao Wenfeng came back today. If he knew that this man was coming back today, Han Mo wouldn't be able to work overtime.

"Well... I will get off the plane after you get off work. It will only be three hours. It doesn't matter." Waving his hands, Shao Wenfeng looked up at him with a smile. He had a good impression of Zhang Mao. The man never complained.

"Thank you for taking care of Zi'an these days. I'm not qualified to be an older brother." Shao Zian flew back with him, and Zhang Maojia resumed the two-person-one-dog mode.

"Don't say that, Zian helped a lot at my house, and Xiao Jin bit a pair of his pants when he left that day."

Zhang Mao smiled embarrassedly, his big golden retriever was really clingy to Zi'an, he saw Shao Zian biting his trousers leg after packing up the box, sighed, looked at the tired Shao Wenfeng, and rolled his eyes, " Mr. Shao, why don't we go out for supper?"

After thinking for a while, Shao Wenfeng nodded and stood up, his joints creaked, showing how long he had been sitting.

"I won't eat with you. I'll take it home and eat with Momo."

Zhang Mao nodded and followed him out. Shao Wenfeng's box was placed at the door of Han Mo's office. If Han Mo finished work when the two of them left, he would take the initiative to call the man when he saw his box.

Fortunately, there is a porridge shop next to Feixiang Company that is open 24 hours a day, and there are also some steamed dumplings like steamed dumplings to choose from.

Shao Wenfeng ordered a seafood porridge for Han Mo and fish porridge for himself, and two baskets of mutton stuffed siu mai. He glanced at Zhang Mao who was also asked the waiter to pack, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Yes. Didn't you take it back to Song Xinye?"

"Yeah." Zhang Mao nodded generously and smiled, "Who would have thought Mr. Shao would be so considerate." He pointed to the bag handed over by the waiter as a joke.

Shao Wenfeng shrugged and paid, "Thank you for the compliment, I still don't think I can do enough, tsk, how is Momo recently? Have you eaten well?"

Two big men walked out with a plastic bag in each hand, one returned to the company to deliver food to his lover, and the other returned to the parking lot to pick up the car.

"Every day he clamors that the company's food is not as good as your company's. I think he just made trouble on purpose because he missed you." Zhang recklessly smiled and shook his head and sighed. I felt very helpless during the cafeteria lunch the next time.

Shao Wenfeng laughed, nodded with Zhang Mao, and they left.

Han Mo tiredly raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, tilted his head and looked at the mobile phone on the table, it was out of battery.

He sighed, wondering why no one called, quickly took the charger and plugged it in, and when he turned on the phone, there was a message reminding him of a missed call. When he opened it, he saw that it was Shao Wenfeng's number, and he suddenly thought... Today It seems to be the day when the man returns home.

When I woke up in the morning, I still remembered what the man said, but I forgot when I was too busy.

Quickly took the landline at hand and dialed the man's number, but the familiar cell phone rang outside the door, he was taken aback, stood up and went to the office door and opened it.

"Are you back?" Looking at the man standing by the door in surprise, Han Mo glanced at his clothes, the bag in his hand, and the box on the side. He blushed in embarrassment. Pulling the man by the hand to enter the door, he laughed a few times, "I forgot, I was so busy that I lost my head."

Shao Wenfeng put down the bag he was carrying, then opened his arms and grinned at him, "Hug."

Han Mo sniffed, threw himself on the man's chest, and rubbed his cheek, "Well, I miss you."

The man lowered his head and kissed the top of his hair, then kissed the bridge of his nose, moved from the tip of the nose to his lips, and kissed, "I miss you too."

The two of them separated for half a month after they made up their minds, how could they not want to.

Moreover, Shao Wenfeng found that he couldn't lift up his energy for the work that he used to be very motivated. Wen stayed abroad, so he could stay with Han Mo and Baobao in China, and they didn't have to be separated for so long in the future.

Shao Wenfeng never knew that one day he would be distracted by a man, and he would be the only one in his heart and eyes.

Han Mo raised his head and wanted to get closer to Shao Wenfeng, but his stomach grumbled twice inappropriately.

His cheeks flushed instantly, embarrassing.

"Hehe, let's eat first." Rubbing his head, the man pulled him to sit on the sofa, opened the two porridges he bought, then looked at him and asked, "Which one do you want to eat?"

Taking an unsightly saliva, Han Mo leaned over to take a look, his expression looked like he wanted to try it all.

Shao Wenfeng understood what he meant, and brought him the seafood porridge first, raised his eyebrows, "Eat this first."

He happily took the porridge and drank a couple of mouthfuls, tilted his head and ate the siu mai that the man picked up, and squinted at the man with bulging cheeks.

"Little baby has recently learned to call him big daddy. Every time he sees me, he calls him big daddy. When I show him your picture, he calls him big daddy. He's so smart."

Shao Wenfeng nodded with a smile on the side. His son is of course smart, especially Han Mosheng.

"If the company doesn't go bankrupt in the future, I won't leave. I'll stay here with you." Seeing that Han Mo had already eaten half of the seafood porridge, the man picked up another bowl of fish porridge and handed it to him, taking it himself He drank two sips of the remaining seafood porridge.

Seeing that the man ate his leftovers so naturally, Han Mo was a little embarrassed.

It's the first time a man has been this intimate, uh... well, although they've done more intimate things before.

"Don't go back to stay at night, I still have a while to go." Han Mo sighed while drinking the porridge, got up and went to the desk with the porridge bowl, and handed the document that he had been scribbling to Shao Wenfeng. , "Help me take a look, I have always had a headache with these digital files, and I am dazzled by looking too much."

The man reached out to take it, flipped it over, and nodded, "I'll help you after eating, and go back to live with me at night. When I came over, I called home and told them that the annual leave is only a few days away. It’s time to go shopping for New Year’s goods.”

Han Mo turned his head to look at him a little puzzled. He always felt that the man was very excited when he said about buying new year's goods. What's the matter, it's not Chinese New Year yet?

Shao Wenfeng saw his doubts, shrugged with a smile, and said, "Isn't this the first year we spent together, of course we are very happy."

Nodding clearly, Han Mo bowed his head to drink porridge and siu mai. Yes, he was actually very happy.

Zhang Mao opened the door and entered the house with the supper in hand. The big golden retriever came to greet him wagging its tail.

"Xinye?" Zhang Mao patted the big golden retriever on the forehead, put the supper in his hand on the table, and called out.

Did not get a response, Zhang Mao tilted his head and looked at the big golden retriever beside his legs in some puzzlement, "Where is the person?"

The big golden retriever hummed twice, then got up and ran to the bedroom wagging its tail.

Zhang Mao followed him in, and saw Song Xinye sleeping on the big bed with frowning frowns at a glance. He froze for a moment and hurried over to touch Song Xinye's forehead. It was okay and he didn't have a fever.

"Hmm..." Song Xinye opened his eyes in a daze. When he saw Zhang Mao, he was stunned for a moment, and then he opened his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice, "When did you come back?"

Zhang Mao pulled him up and handed him the water glass on the bedside, "I just came back, why did you go to bed so early?"

Their workload has increased a lot in recent days. Although Song Xinye is no stranger to it, it is still a bit difficult.

He was used to being idle, so it was a bit overwhelming to deal with such a heavy workload so suddenly.

"I'm tired, I'll go to sleep after taking a shower." He raised his arms and hugged Zhang Mao's waist, and rubbed his face against his stomach.

Zhang Mao raised his hand and tugged at his earlobe, chuckled, "Get up, I bought porridge for supper before going to bed."

He is very satisfied with Song Xinye's current performance. Ever since he promised to date him, this man's personality has calmed down a lot, at least not as irritable as before, and he would go crazy every now and then.

Song Xinye got up and put on his shoes when he heard that there was a midnight snack, and then pulled Zhang out of the bedroom.

"By the way, I went home with me during the Chinese New Year, and I told my dad and the others about our affairs." He stuffed a fried bun into his mouth and muttered.

Zhang Maogang took a sip of the porridge. Fortunately, the porridge had already been swallowed when Song Xinye said this, otherwise he would have spurted it out.

"Go to your home?"

Although their relationship has been close, but... it hasn't developed enough to meet their parents, right?It was also a bit too sudden, and he hadn't made any mental preparations yet.

Song Xinye frowned and looked up at him, dissatisfied with the surprise on his face, "Shouldn't we meet each other's parents in our current relationship? Zhang Mao, are you planning to play with me and don't need to be responsible?"

Zhang Mao twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling that he could no longer maintain his calm appearance.

How do you call it irresponsible?Who should be responsible for the two of them?He really wanted to overturn the table, but he seemed to be pointing at Song Xinye's nose and yelling at him, how can this guy talk to himself to such an extent, can he be thicker-skinned!

"Do you want to go to my house?" Taking a deep breath, he could only ask this.

Song Xinye nodded very seriously and gave him two words, "I want to go."

Even in his dreams, he wanted to meet Zhang Mao's parents, and then let Zhang Mao's parents recognize them and bless them.

Zhang Mao felt that today's supper would give him indigestion and stomach pain.

Song Xinye...he finally made a move.