The days of frying CP with the enemy

Rubbing Mo Ran's temples with his warm fingertips, He Xingci tried his best to make his movements as gentle as possible, exhaling like blue, and blew into Mo Ran's ear with a pleasant voice:

"Mr. Mo, I didn't realize that you are so, so inseparable from me."

Gentle movements, deliberate teasing, slanting peach eyes, He Xingci did all the dangerous tricks, but he forgot that the man in front of him was someone who had been thinking about him for nine years.

The provocative hand was pressed back under his body, and He Xingci's active position changed to passive. He was stunned for a while, his hands wrapped around Mo Ran's powerful waist coquettishly like snakes, and quickly pressed close to the gap between his nose and his nose. distance.

"What's the matter, Teacher Mo, here, in my place, do you still want to do something?"

Of course, how could He Xingci not give candies just teasing.

Hearing the man's more and more unbearable breathing, he raised his knees against his lower abdomen, and his pink lips moved up to give Mo Ran a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, kissing people, kissing his mouth...

Mo Ran wanted to intensify this kiss.

"dong dong dong"

The unfriendly knock on the door interrupted the lingering kiss, and Mo Ran leaned on the bed and turned his head to look impatiently. He almost forgot that this was He Xingci's home.Looking at the little man below him again, his hair was a lot messy because he pressed him on the bed, adding a bit of desire.

The half-unbuttoned clothes were snapped back one by one by him.

This person made it clear that he must be in his house, so he couldn't do anything, so he dared to do such a thing.

Mo Ran's deep voice pressed against He Xingci's ear, biting his ear punitively: "You will feel better when you go back."

He Xingci was also clever, "You still have work tonight!"

Rong Yue, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, knocked on the door again hesitantly: "Xing Ci, Mo Ran! What's the matter, grandpa told you to go down to eat quickly, the food is cold and it's not good, Xiao Mo, if the clothes don't fit you Yes, I'll ask Xingci's father to prepare a set for you."

"It's okay! Mom! I've already changed it, and I just gave Mo Ran a blow-drying." He Xingci quickly tidied up his clothes, grabbed a few hairs, and opened the door for his mother with bare feet, as if to prove Open the door to the maximum, "Mom, I just finished drying my hair, we're coming down!"

Rong Yue didn't want to make the appearance of "peeping" inside the house too obvious, her small eyes couldn't help but look inward, seeing that the child Mo Ran was dressed neatly and smiled politely at her, she was slightly relieved:

"Okay, let's go together, it's lonely to eat with your grandpa and dad, Xiao Mo, you come too."

He Xing said: "Okay mom."

Mo Ran: "Good aunt."

When he went downstairs, Mr. He smiled and looked at Dad He who was next to him in a daze. His dad didn't treat him so well, so he was a relative from the next generation!

He didn't say anything, but Father He knew in his heart why old man He was always strict with him, or it was really his fault about the mother and son of the Chu family, so he could only stand at attention and be beaten.

He Xingci took the initiative to pull away the stool beside him for Mo Ran, and patted the chair with his hand: "Come, sit here."

Rong Yue could clearly see the eye contact between the two, she pinched her throat and reminded them: "Ahem..."

Father He paid close attention to the old man's eyes, "Xing Ci, let Xiao Mo sit with Grandpa, can't you see that Grandpa likes Xiao Mo very much, let them talk more." Father He's eyes made him fly.

What... Let Mo Ran sit next to Grandpa, what should he do?

"Grandpa, you won't let Mo Ran sit next to you, I talk to him more."

Mr. He agreed with his son and daughter-in-law this time, "Hey, you are a junior and you don't understand. Come on, Mo Ran, don't be disgusted by sitting next to my old man. The old man has a lot to ask you."

The poor little He Xingci just let his man sit next to his grandfather with his mouth pursed, and the snuggling position instantly became diagonal, and he lowered his head to eat.

He also wants to burn the ink.

He Xingci's heart jumped out of his throat when he heard Mo Ran say that he missed himself. It was too superficial to say it with his mouth, and it was too uncomfortable to hold back. Everything about him turned into a soft and unaggressive kiss.

Nowadays, the work schedule of the two is full, and there are few opportunities to meet each other, and they cannot sit together for dinner.

It's so embarrassing.

The little poor boy was angrily picking up the meal for a long time, and he choked on the small commotion under the corner of the table, "Ahem..." He let go of the chopsticks, leaned on the table and coughed, covering his mouth, "Ahem..."

This good boy can cough even after eating!

After thinking helplessly, Rong Yue poured him a glass of warm water and handed it to him, then gently patted him on the back:

"Son, come, drink some water."

Some kind of unknown "action" is going on under the long diamond-shaped tablecloth.

This can be solved by drinking a glass of water, but not by three catties.

"Thank...thank you, Mom." He gritted his teeth and glared at the instigator. At this moment, he was chatting with the old man calmly, with a dirty heart hidden under the dignified surface!

Why are those feet so long?

He could almost count how many coins He Xingci had in his pocket.

"cough…"

Mr. He laughed loudly under Mo Ran's words, and because of him, He Xingci arched his back and could only lie on the table.

Rong Yue: "...? Son, are you unwell, Mom can call you a doctor..."

"No, no need," the doctor can't solve it, only the old animal Mo Ran can, twirling the tablecloth with his slender and delicate fingertips, drawing scratches, he grabbed the belt and walked back, "Dad Grandpa, I'm full and my stomach feels uncomfortable, so I'm leaving first."

"This child..."

Before the elders finished their inquiries, He Xingci disappeared in a flash.

Mo Ran's unsmiling face relaxed, and he came and went without being rude.How proud and arrogant a poor little boy was in the room just now, how embarrassed he would be when he fled back to the room.

*

"Master!" He Xingci pulled off his belt, stood in front of the wardrobe and cursed angrily.

The black and white wardrobe was opened, and a dazzling array of clothes were neatly hung together, and they were divided into piles by color. His hand ran across the clothes, and finally landed on the loose shorts.

At the time of eating, Mo Ran's feet hooked over, and first picked his softest place to start. This is not over yet, and when it was over, he hooked his belt directly.

He didn't eat, so he fled with his belt in his hand.

The trousers came off along his white and straight legs, and he changed into sports trousers in a huff, tightening them deliberately when he tied the bow.

"Crack" the door opened.

He Xingci raised his head vigilantly: "Why did my parents let you come here!"

Looking at the cub with fried hair, Mo Ran was in a happy mood, turned around and closed the door, sat on the side of the bed, shifted his gaze to the belt and pants on the ground, and let out a hum in his throat.

He Xingci turned his back, "Some people don't want to settle down, so I have to settle down myself."

Walking to the window, he opened the curtains, and the raindrops hit the window quickly.Holding back a suppressed smile, he stretched and yawned:

"You're beautiful. It's raining so hard. Did you drive? If you didn't drive, Uncle He reluctantly took you in for a night without asking for money."

"opened."

...

"Success, then be careful of slipping on the way back." He Xingci suddenly remembered, "That's not right... You don't have work at night, forget it, you have to go back."

Mo Ran bent over to pick up his pants and put them on the side of the closet, lowered his head and fiddled with the belt:

"When I came to you, I already pushed."

The little pride couldn't stop it from showing on his face.

He Xingci coughed twice, and said obediently when he got a bargain: "This...I didn't force you, you came to me yourself, Xu Yang scolded you, it's none of my business."

night.

The two men were lying on the bed, and the wall-mounted LCD TV was showing cartoons watched by a six-year-old child. He Xingci smiled and landed on Mo Ran's lap, slid all the way down and leaned on his knees, picked up a corner of the empty potato chips, and he It's gone anyway:

"Hey, we've eaten up such a big bag of potato chips. I don't know how many calories it has."

The ink burned the back of his hand to wipe off the potato chip dregs around his mouth. He was always a clean freak, and all the little problems of clean freak disappeared in front of this person.

"To be precise, it's all you eat."

Taking out another bag hidden in the cabinet, Mo Ran opened it and handed it to the shame-faced He Xingci.

"Just let me lie to myself for a while." He resigned himself to taking the irresistible potato chips, and chewed them. "Nan Yan knew I was like this, so he had to peel me off."

Mo Ran rubs his hair every day, one after another, very at ease.

"He's really strict with your weight control. You used to control your weight pretty well. Now that you're with me, you eat and drink like this."

How can it be? In the past, He Xingci didn't eat on the side of Mo Ranming. In order to compete, he stayed up late at night in the gym and worked hard to maintain his best condition.

"Anyway, I know that what you're looking for is not my face, but my talent, my kindness, and my humor." He Xingci said shamelessly.

"Your words are indeed quite humorous."

……! ??

"Sleep in the living room!"

After the commotion, the volume of the TV was turned down more and more. He Xingci leaned on Mo Ran's chest, half asleep and half awake, with one arm around him, and whispered softly: "Mo Ran...I treated you like that before, are you very sad?" Yeah. I didn't mean to... I thought you hated me. Hated me."

Mo Ran half-closed his eyes, clasped his warm palm on the opponent's hand, crossed his fingers, and wanted to hold this person...

"sometimes."

The corners of He Xingci's mouth curled down, and his tone was hoarse: "Then you are sad, what should you do?"

"Run to see your concert. It's good to see you."

"Um…"

I don't know if he listened or not, and then he fell into a sweet dreamland.

A lot of things happen in the dream—back in high school:

After a series of disputes and accidents, He Xingci stumbled out of the hospital. It was the bar, Mo Ran, and the hotel.

He rubbed his hangover head again and got up from the bed. Mo Ran didn't run away, and held his hand tightly.

Bai Yiqi stood beside the bed in a transparent state and smiled lightly, wishing them well.

He Xingci stretched out his hand to grab him, but he couldn't catch him no matter what, a wisp of smoke drifted away...

Woke up the next morning.

He Xingci found that the hand he held before going to bed hadn't let go, and the person next to the pillow he saw in his dream was still asleep, with tears remaining in the corners of his eyes.

It's good that Bai Yiqi is still here.

The strong contrast between the dream and the dream made him almost out of breath, and after being with Mo Ran, these feelings were finally much less than before.

"what happened?"