grey old man

After being redeemed from the bar by his colleagues, Mi Mo was not in a hurry to go back to see Nalan Shuo. He stood by the car and smoked for a while, and said to the serious colleague beside him.

"Remember we used to wrestle our wrists, right?" When he first arrived in Zizhuyuan, he and his colleagues got along pretty well in private, but they often wrestled their wrists together to win meal tickets or something.

Seeing this man nodding, Mi Mo rolled up his sleeves with a cigarette in his mouth, and said, "One more game, if you still beat me today, I will pay for your meals for half a year."

Colleagues are naturally happy to do such a good thing as giving money, but when Mi Mo easily pressed his colleague's hand firmly on the table.

Under the surprised eyes of his colleagues, his brows frowned even tighter.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Mi Mo, who couldn't help planting a seed of doubt in his heart, was still a bit preoccupied when he was sent to the Purple Bamboo Garden.

Such complicated and difficult thoughts didn't dissipate until meeting Nalan Shuo in the study.

He once asked Lin Yixin what liking is, and Lin Yixin replied that it was a feeling.

This feeling is very wonderful, it is difficult to describe it with words, and it cannot be measured with money, but when it appears, you can feel it in that person.

That feeling of being satisfied just by being together, Mi Mo thought it would only appear in TV dramas.

He had never encountered such a mysterious and wonderful feeling before, and thought he would never have it in the future.

But now, he had a very strange feeling towards the Second Young Master Nalan in front of him.

This feeling made his heart tremble a little, making him unable to divert his eyes from it.

"Fighted?" Nalan Shuo put down his brush, looked up at Mi Mo and smiled.

Mi Mo's expression was still in a daze at this time, he looked at Nalan Second Young Master's handsome smile, and after a while he replied blankly, "Ah."

Nalan Shuo smiled and shook his head, "I don't have time to report to me recently, but I have time to go to the bar to make trouble."

After hearing this, Mi Mo was a little embarrassed, and it was hard to say that something was wrong with him. He glanced at the man in front of him with a look of teasing in his eyes, and hurriedly shifted his gaze to the rice paper in the middle of the table, apparently changing the subject.

"Second Young Master's calligraphy is getting better every day."

Knowing that this person was embarrassed, Nalan Shuo smiled and didn't say anything else. He put the used rice paper aside and replaced it with a new one.

"It's been a long time since I saw you write, come here and write a copy, calm down."

Mi Mo nodded, walked to Nalan Shuo's side, took the brush that the man helped moisten, and began to write tremblingly under the warm gaze of this man.

Just as he started, Nalan Shuo behind him suddenly grabbed his hand holding the writing brush, "It's crooked."

In this person's unique breath, Mi Mo's heart beat a lot faster.

After finishing writing in a muddleheaded manner under Nalan Shuo's guidance, Mi Mo resisted the urge to kiss this man, and said at a distance from Nalan Shuo.

"There are still some things in the company, so I won't stay for dinner."

For the first time in history, Mi Mo walked away in such a panic in front of Nalan Shuo.

Next to the desk, the second young master Nalan who hadn't put down his pen looked at the door that Mi Moyin forgot to close as he was walking in a hurry, his eyes sank, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

In the next few days, Mi Mo, who continued to hide from others, had nothing to do during the day, but at night, he was severely insomnia caused by continuous sexual dreams, and his anger was too high.

This kind of chaos day and night, Mi Mo, who lacks rest, is like a menopausal woman, who explodes at the first sight.

Finally, after training a few employees for the first time in the company, Mi Mo, who looked at the surprised eyes of a few people and was in a very impetuous mood, suddenly felt that he could not go on like this.

Carrying a bottle of beer and a pack of cigarettes, Mi Mo was on the viewing platform on the top floor of the company, looking at the sunset in the sky, and it was Qiong Yao's suggestion that he was stunned.

God really loves to joke, let him be reborn, but gave him such a difficult problem.

He wants to marry a wife and have children, but judging from the current situation, this is obviously impossible. It is impossible to make do with it. Just ask, who will marry a man whose body will not respond to pornography.

But if he is allowed to live a lifetime of abstinence alone, this is obviously even more impossible. He is not a monk, and he has never planned to become a monk.

Mi Mo smoked a cigarette, and for the first time after so many days of sexual mutation, he began to seriously consider the feasibility of finding a man to live with.

This man and man cannot formally form a family, have no children, and cannot register. Apart from sex, feelings are the first.

This is also Mi Mo's most tangled problem now. If he finds another man, he will have to suppress his excessive impulse towards Nalan Shuo with difficulty.

If he tried it with the Second Young Master, Mi Mo hesitated a bit when he thought of the troublesome identity and background of this person.

But thinking of Er Shao's handsome face again, Mi Mo's heart twitched slightly, but it was hard to hide his eagerness to move.

Thinking for a while, Mi Mo, who was extremely entangled, raised his head and gulped down the beer in his hand, then became cruel, and threw the empty bottle to the ground heavily.

Just go try it out with this guy!

The future is too far away, and the variables are one after another. That person is now in his youth, so it doesn't matter if he gives it a try.

If what this person did in the past was really just to tease him, he would have given up, and An An would find a man who was pleasing to the eye to cultivate feelings for.

But if it is the second young master, it still counts, Mi Mo thought to himself, he will have a good try with this person.

In the worst case, there will be a change in the future, and he will just start over in another place, which is better than living a lifetime in vain.

In this life for nothing, no matter how much money you earn, if you don't get what you want, it will be aggrieved.

Mi Mo, who never wronged himself, finally made up his mind, lit a cigarette, and smoked quietly.

And above his head, in the sky, the gorgeous sunset glow slowly dissipated its dazzling color among the light clouds.

Although he made a decision, on the way to Zizhu Garden, Mi Mo still felt a little uneasy.

After all, his attitude was so decisive some time ago, and now he suddenly went to try to talk to Er Shao, and he didn't know what that person would think of him.

Now Mi Mo, who felt that he was in a passive position, was so entangled, and came to the Purple Bamboo Garden at the speed of the tortoise car that he usually despises.

It was dinner time, and the housekeeper and his staff had already set the meals on the table. Nalan Shuo was sitting quietly by the empty dining room, looking a little lonely.

Nalan Shuo was not surprised by Mi Mo's sudden visit, he smiled and asked the housekeeper to add two more bowls and chopsticks, and said to Mi Mo.

"It's a good time to come. It's boring for me to eat alone. It's more lively when you come."

Mi Mo nodded, and after making up his mind beside Nalan Shuo, his mood calmed down a lot. He thought over and over again in his heart, how should he talk to the second young master.

Thinking that he was too distracted at this moment, Nalan Shuo helped him take a bowl of soup and asked softly, "Is there something on your mind?"

Mi Mo shook his head, not daring to look into this man's eyes. He collected himself, picked up his chopsticks, and prepared to eat before talking.

The chopsticks reached into a plate on the dining table, only then did Mi Mo realize that although there were few dishes today, they were all his favorites.

Does this person still care about his taste when he usually eats, even though he hasn't eaten here for a long time?

Feeling warm in his heart, after looking at the dishes, Mi Mo picked up a dish that Nalan Shuo usually likes, and threw it into this man's bowl with a look of indifference.

Rare is rare, if you are too unreserved, it will be difficult to reason with this person in the future.

Women can't get used to it, and men can't get used to it.

Although Mi Mo's expression was quite casual, just this action made Nalan Shuo couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Amid the man's more and more wanton smile, Mi Mo's expression changed again and again, and finally he couldn't help but also laughed, and the uneasiness when he came here dissipated in this rare warmth in an instant.

After eating, Nalan Shuo stretched out his hand in front of Mi Mo, and said gently, "Let's go for a walk."

Mi Mo looked seriously into Nalan Shuo's eyes, finally smiled, and put his hand firmly in the man's palm.

Feelings can’t lie, Mi Mo thought, follow the feeling, give it a try, you won’t regret it.

That night, Mi Mo, who was sleeping with the second young master, did not have the restricted action in the dream, but still had no dreams and slept soundly all night.

The morning sun was very gentle, and Mi Mo, who woke up from Nalan Shuo's kiss, closed his eyes and smiled, saying that it destroyed the atmosphere.

"Second Young Master, you haven't brushed your teeth this early in the morning. You're so sticky, don't you feel panicked by the strong taste?"

Nalan Shuo, who was disgusted by his new lover who was a bit sticky, smiled and kissed this person again, saying, "I don't dislike it."

Mi Mo was speechless, turned over and continued to sleep.

Nalan Shuo shook his head when he saw it, got up and put on his clothes, helped the man tuck the quilt carefully, and then walked out the door in peace.

Mi Mo, who had never been taken care of like this before, curled up the corners of his mouth when he smelled the warm smell of the quilt.

This man is careful.

After lying motionless for a while, Mi Mo, who was sleepy but unable to fall asleep, sat up very depressed.

After putting on some clothes casually, he walked towards the boxing room, without asking others, he knew that Nalan Shuo must be practicing there at this time.

Pushing open the door, Mi Mo really saw the vigorous figure of his second young master. While this person was not paying attention, he smiled and found a space to fight with this person.

After a few tricks, Mi Mo, who was pinned down on the couch by the Second Young Master's tricks, felt his heart beat faster in the breath of this man.

Turning his head, looking at Nalan Shuo's smiling eyes, Mi Mo smiled brightly, and when he was caught off guard, he kissed him face to face.

Keep letting this person take the initiative, it seems that he is not capable enough.