My boyfriend is a decoration worker

The harmony between Tianhao and Wu Fan made Ning Mo feel extremely relaxed, which Jiang Jun could not do.

Whether it was with Lao Xiao, Xiaoli or Wu Fan, Jiang Jun always showed a reluctant attitude and looked indifferent. After two or three times, Ning Mo never forced Jiang Jun to meet them again.

It's strange, how could Tianhao and Jiang Jun be compared, the status of the two is different, one is a brother, the other is a lover.

Although it's only been a few days since we reunited with Tianhao, the pain Jiang Jun left him is slowly disappearing because of Tianhao's appearance. Ning Mo couldn't help but startled when he thought of this, with a vague feeling in his heart. Uneasy, he doesn't want to repeat the mistakes made 8 years ago.

At this time, Tian Hao was indescribably happy. Ning Mo didn't mind his job as a decoration worker, and even introduced him to his colleagues. What an honor it was.

He thought that today's meeting would be met with blank stares or contempt, but he was mentally prepared, and he could bear it for Ning Mo's sake.

However, it is true that like attracts like, Ning Mo can make friends with whoever he is, Wu Fan has no resistance to his career, and it is funny to force Wu Fan, he really likes to make this friend.

The renovation project mentioned today is real, and the master Chen who is in charge of this project has known Tianhao for many years. In order to get closer to Ning Mo, Tianhao will often come to "supervise the work" from today.

Back at the company, Wu Fan "tortured" Ning Mo to extract a confession. Ning Mo even confessed that he had a crush on his straight boy Tian Hao in high school.

"Why do I think Brother Tianhao is interested in you?"

"He loves to be playful, don't take it seriously."

"What if he's serious?"

Ning Mo didn't think about this problem, because Tian Hao is a straight man, they are impossible.

"He is a straight man, this assumption does not hold."

"It's a pity, you are quite worthy."

Before get off work, Tianhao sent a WeChat message, saying that the food was ready, and as soon as he opened the door, he could smell the aroma of food. He put the keys on the shoe cabinet together with Tianhao's keys, changed into his slippers and went into the kitchen.

The house is small, and Tianhao heard it from the kitchen when Ning Mo opened the door. At this moment, he had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, was wearing today's jeans, and was cooking with his bare upper body. This scene was a bit like the owner of a food stall The posture of cooking in the kitchen.

Rude, not accepting repairs while repairing, and even a bit low-grade, this kind of scene is probably described in the eyes of senior white-collar workers.

But in Ning Mo's eyes, he feels that this is what life looks like. It is inevitable to wear a mask at work. Could it be that he can't be himself when he returns home.

In addition, when Tianhao 18 came out to work, he traveled all over the world to follow his uncle to do decorations, and he came into contact with all rough men. Naturally, he couldn't compare with the soft-spoken white-collars sitting in the office wearing suits, carrying brand-name bags.

"Let me wash the vegetables." Ning Mo picked up the vegetables in the basket.

"Well, is it still slightly spicy?" Tianhao was frying the beef.

"Slightly spicy, I can't bear it if it's too spicy."

Ning Mo turned on the faucet, and the water from the sink gushed out. He immediately tightened the tap: "What's the matter, the sink is leaking?"

Tianhao turned down the fire, and came to have a look: "Momo, you come to cook, the water pipe is a little clogged, I'll find a tool to fix it."

Tian Hao brought the toolbox from the locker, and Ning Mo watched him repair the water pipe while cooking.

There was no air conditioner in the kitchen, and Tianhao's sweaty upper body turned into big drops of sweat, and the whole kitchen was filled with the smell of Tianhao's sweat in addition to the smell of vegetables.

This reminded Ning Mo of how in high school, Tianhao also liked to be topless after playing basketball. Before he knew he was gay, the topless and sweaty Tianhao always liked to put his shoulders on his shoulders.

"It's fixed, I'm going to take a shower." Tianhao put the tools back into the toolbox.

It is convenient to have a plumber at home.

"Yeah!" Ning Mo was a little absent-minded.

Ning Mo brought the food to the dining table, and Tianhao also came out of the shower, still naked on the upper body, and wearing a pair of big underpants on the lower body.

Ning Mo overestimated his concentration a little bit. This kind of big pants is a classic home attire, but Tianhao's figure is really good, and he also wears big pants.

After dinner, Tian Hao sat on the sofa and watched TV, while Ning Mo went back to the bedroom and continued to work overtime. His private work will be kicked out this week.

"Mo Mo, how long are you going to do this job?" Tianhao said distressedly, he didn't hide his emotions at all.

"It can be finished this week, is there anything wrong?" Ning Mo's hands were typing on the keyboard quickly.

Tian Hao stared at the slender hands, imagining in his mind that his cannon was held by these hands. Although he had imagined it countless times before, the feeling was extremely strong when these hands were actually placed in front of him.

There will be such a day, but now is not the time, Tian Hao bit his lip and forcibly calmed down.

"Okay, don't pick it up after this job is over. Seeing you so tired, my heart hurts."

Ning Mo's hands on the keyboard trembled unintentionally. When did Tianhao start talking so provocatively, but sensationalism is sensational, which still warms Ning Mo's heart.

"It's so numb, I have goosebumps all over my body." Ning Mo raised the corners of his mouth.

Tianhao put on an anxious expression: "Really? Let my brother check it for you."

As he spoke, he walked over, lifted the corner of Ning Mo's clothes, and pinched his waist a few times by the way.

"Ah..." Ning Mo was very ticklish, yelling and jumping up from the chair, the two of them rolled onto the bed, Ning Mo was tickled under Tian Hao's pressure.

Physiological tears welled up from the corners of Ning Mo's eyes, he laughed and begged for mercy: "Stop playing... help... murder..."

When the two separated, they leaned over and gently wiped away Ning Mo's tears with their fingers.

This gentle wiping and the touch of Tianhao's fingers actually aroused Ning Mo's most primitive physical desire, bad...

He didn't know where the strength came from, and he suddenly stretched out his foot and kicked Tianhao under the bed.

"Ah...you were the one who murdered." Tian Hao said while rubbing his arms on the ground.

"Go away, wait for me for an hour, go for a run together, if you keep playing, you won't be able to run tonight." Taking advantage of Tianhao's inattention, Ning Mo immediately sat back on the chair, he didn't want Tianhao to find out his reaction below.

The moment the door closed, Ning Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned back on the chair. The feelings towards Tianhao in high school flooded into his head like a sea, alas, what should I do?

"Okay, I'll wait for you outside."

Walking out of Ning Mo's room, Tianhao sat on the sofa in the living room with his legs apart. He leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to let the heat below him recede slowly.

Reason seems to be getting more and more out of control, what should I do?

An hour later, the two went for a run with their own concerns, fearing that they would have a physical reaction again, and both of them consciously avoided physical contact.

Back at 2203, Ningmo asked Tianhao to take a shower first. He walked to the balcony and leaned against the guardrail. The park downstairs was brightly lit. Looking down from the 22nd floor, the winding path was also blocked by bushes. At ten o'clock in the evening, There are still many couples walking and chatting on the grass, but he is not in the mood to look at the scenery at this time.

He doesn't know how to describe his mood today, he hasn't completely broken up with Jiang Jun, but he unilaterally proposed to break up, at least Jiang Jun has not agreed so far.

Before a relationship ended, Ning Mo felt impulsive towards another man, and Ning Mo suddenly felt like a scumbag.

Just as he was thinking wildly, Jiang Jun's phone call came in, Ning Mo thought to himself, finally came back from a business trip.

Jiang Jun's tone was a little anxious: "Momo, you moved away? Are you serious?"

Play?Isn't it good to play!

Ning Mo took a deep breath and said, "I thought I made it clear last time."

"Are you so unfeeling? We have been together for three years. Is there anything we can't talk about?"

"Then go ahead, I'll give you a chance to say it now." Ning Mo said flatly.

"You know me, I don't comfort people, I don't coax people..."

"You don't know how to take care of people. You have to work hard for your career. I know, I know, I thought I could bear it." Ning Mo sighed slightly: "But it turns out it can't, Mr. Jiang, we are really not suitable. In the past three years Here, I'm not having a happy time, let's get together and go away."

When he said this, Ning Mo's heart twitched violently, but it didn't hurt as much as when he talked to Jiang last time.

After a few minutes of silence on the phone, Jiang Qun's slightly hoarse voice came: "Mo Mo, I'm sorry, it turns out that you are not happy with me, I'm sorry."

This was the first time Ning Mo heard Jiang Jun's sad voice. Ning Mo was angry before, and he never saw Jiang Jun bow his head and give in when the two of them were fighting coldly.

If they had had such a good talk before, they would never have come to this point, but unfortunately it was too late.

Ning Mo said calmly: "Jun, we are still friends, and we can have dinner together when we have time."

"Okay, silently, I wish you happiness!" Jiang Jun hung up the phone.

it is finally over.

Ning Mo didn't know how long he had been blowing the wind on the balcony. Just as he turned around, he saw Tian Hao had finished taking a shower and was leaning against the balcony door in his big underpants.

"Are you a ghost? You don't make a sound when you walk." Ning Mo said angrily.

Tianhao raised his eyebrows: "I walk quite loudly, especially the flip-flops, beeping. Someone is mourning the lost love, I just didn't hear it."

"The words are beautiful, and the Chinese class is not in vain." Ning Mo said and walked straight into the bathroom.

Tianhao behind him laughed happily.