Little boyfriend is cute and flirtatious

Shen Mochen was bound hand and foot, and thrown in a corner of a room.

He was attacked in the tent. The people who came were very rude. When they broke into the tent, they covered his mouth to make him unable to make a sound. Then, he was dragged out of the sleeping bag and his hands and feet were tied. stand up.

Fighting was heard outside the tent, but it stopped shortly after he was dragged out.

When he saw Luo Qingyu beside the leader of the kidnappers, Shen Mochen suddenly smiled.

Under the dim light, the amber eyes were shining brightly, showing arrogance and contempt.

The bandit leader standing beside Luo Qingyu stared dumbfounded, and muttered to himself: "Damn it, Lao Yang really didn't lie, how could there be such a good-looking man in the world?"

Shen Mochen suddenly realized.

No wonder that after the court trial that day, Yang Yunlai still had the courage to threaten him that the matter was endless, and it turned out that he had hooked up with a group of poachers.

As for Luo Qingyu, she didn't know what evil fate had caused her to get mixed up with them.

What a fucking nest of snakes and rats!

Looking at Shen Mochen's contemptuous expression, Luo Qingyu's eyes shone with hatred, and he stepped forward and kicked him on the shoulder.

Even though the pearl was covered in dust, Shen Mochen's mouth was still curved, showing a sarcastic arc.

Luo Qingyu was furious, and when he was about to step forward to do something again, he was stopped by the bandit leader.

"Okay, let's go! If someone comes later, I won't be able to run away!"

The bandit leader personally dragged Shen Mochen up, and the group quickly evacuated.

In the distance came the howling of wolves and the shouts of fighting, and then a flare rose into the sky.

The gangsters were well-trained in escaping, and within a few steps, a big man came over and carried Shen Mochen on his shoulders. The group quickly moved eastward and got into two off-road vehicles hidden behind the rock wall.

Later, he was hung on a climbing rope and brought to this fairy-like temporary studio.

The nights in the desert are cold, and although there is not much wind in the valley, the temperature is still very low.

Shen Mochen, who was leaning against the corner, shivered.

What a pity, he thought.The hand warmer that Xingyun gave me slipped out of my clothes after getting off the car.

Nebula... how is he doing now?

When he saw the empty tent without himself, he must have died of panic. What would he do?

Also, when those people came to take him captive, why did people still fight with them?

During this time, Xingyun's clinginess and faint worry...

He sighed and closed his eyes.

This child must have worked a lot in secret, but he kept everything from him.

Such a person, how can people not be tempted?

His hands were tied behind his back, his wrists hurt, and his ankles were tightly tied together. Shen Mochen took a deep breath and began to push his wrists outward.

The gangsters here are still in the past with their technical means, and the straw ropes that are commonly used in the countryside are used to tie him up.

This kind of straw rope is very thick and tough, and it is impossible to break it, but because of its thickness, it is a bit more elastic than ordinary ropes.

The wrist was scorchingly painful, but Shen Mochen didn't stop for a moment. He moved his wrist vigorously between the gaps in the straw rope, and finally withdrew half of his palm from a layer of knots.

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and Luo Qingyu walked in with a limp.

Shen Mochen moved back, sat up straight, and covered his struggling wrist.

The popular model in the past is now in a state of embarrassment, not to mention her lameness. Luo Qingyu, who likes to wear trendy clothing the most, is wearing a bulging old-fashioned padded jacket with wrinkled trousers, completely covering up her proud figure. Even the temperament is wretched by three points.

Shen Mochen looked at him, and couldn't help laughing for some reason.

Looking at Shen Mochen's slightly raised mouth, Luo Qingyu's heart was full of jealousy.

He was clearly tied up and sitting on the cold ground, but Shen Mochen looked as if he was wearing a king's robe and sitting on a jewel-studded throne, arrogant and noble.

Just like when we were in Century Entertainment back then, every time we met, every time we were on the same stage, someone would tell him that young people are awesome, but your senior brother is too good, you have to learn from him!

He was just not convinced.

Isn't it just that he fell in love with the young master of the Fu family?Now that no one is coming to rescue you, let's see how long you can be proud?

Thinking of this, he calmed down a little, looked at Shen Mochen, and pretended to be contemptuous: "Didn't expect that, brother, you will also have a day when you will fall into peace."

Shen Mochen raised the corners of his eyes.

"The tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by dogs, are you connoting yourself?"

"Hmph!" Repressing the urge to kick up, Luo Qingyu suppressed his temper.

It was easy to kill him, but now that he finally had the chance, he wanted to get back all the humiliation he had suffered before.

The sound of gangsters watching the night came from outside, and Luo Qingyu sneered, "So what if I let you take advantage? Don't forget, you are in my hands now, and you are the fish on the chopping board. I am the one on the chopping board." knife."

Shen Mochen rolled his eyes in his heart.

Don't you know that the villain dies because of talking too much?All right, if you like to talk, let's talk more.

With one-third of his acting skills, Shen Mochen continued to grind his wrist while pretending to be angry and painful: "What do you want? You framed me back then!"

"Yes, I framed you. I just want to create some gossip for you and give me a little more chance, but what about you?"

Shen Mochen raised his eyebrows: "Me? I was drugged by you and lay in the hospital for several days. What happened to me?"

"Don't you deny it!" Luo Qingyu screamed, "It's you, let the young master of the Fu family go to Mr. Huang to report me, take the investment project, and force Huang Qiushan to give up on me! How much effort did I waste? , How many people have I served, including that disgusting Mr. Zhao in your little boyfriend's company, and how much humiliation I have suffered to find such a backer, just let your little boyfriend say a word, and all efforts will be ruined!"

"And my legs, my legs!!"

"If you destroy me, I can destroy you too!"

Luo Qingyu spoke excitedly, and pulled out a Tibetan knife from his belt, with a cold light, it touched Shen Mochen's cheek.

"Isn't it because of this face?" Luo Qingyu leaned in front of him and whispered, "You are five years older than that young master, if you don't have a good face, how can you attract him."

He gently dragged the blade, and drew a thin bloodstain on Shen Mochen's face: "You said, did I write a few words on your face? Or... just cut off your nose and let you die for the rest of your life?" Only to play Voldemort?"

There was a sudden noise from outside. There seemed to be some conflict between the gangsters, and there was constant shouting.

Among the thousands of noises, there was a voice that made Shen Mochen's eyes shrink suddenly.

Seeing him like this, thinking that he was afraid of disfigurement, Luo Qingyu couldn't help laughing.

Completely immersed in the pleasure of revenge, he gently patted Shen Mochen's face with the blade: "Are you scared? Come, please? Please, I will draw more neatly, how about it?"

Shen Mochen looked at the window, the antique window edge was pasted with white paper, and there was a faint figure flickering outside.

He retracted his gaze, blinked at Luo Qingyu, and whispered in his ear:

"Avada Kedavra!" [1]

The next second, the hands that had broken free from the straw rope suddenly stepped forward, separated by the straw rope, Shen Mochen opened the Tibetan knife attached to his cheek, rolled to the side, and escaped from the attack range of the blade.

His ankles were still bound and he couldn't take a step, but this did not prevent him from leaning sideways on the ground with his hands, and kicking hard at Luo Qingyu's hand holding the knife with both feet at the same time.

The Tibetan knife fell to the ground with a bang, and Shen Mochen immediately turned around and rushed forward, reaching out to grab the knife.

Luo Qingyu reacted fairly quickly, and after being kicked down, he also rushed towards the Tibetan knife.

Affected by the bound ankles, Shen Mochen was a step slower after all.

When Luo Qingyu picked up the hidden knife, he tightly squeezed the opponent's wrist.

The two wrestled on the ground.

In terms of physical fitness and fighting skills, Shen Mochen was much higher than Luo Qingyu, but his legs were tied, and only his upper body could move.

In the end, the two rolled on the floor holding the knife at the same time.

A moment later, Luo Qingyu pressed on Shen Mochen, using almost all of his body's strength in his hands, holding the Tibetan knife tightly, with the tip of the knife facing Shen Mochen's eyes.

Shen Mochen was crushed below, but he was not messed up at all.Supporting Luo Qingyu's wrist with both hands, seeing the opportunity, his knee suddenly pushed up.

"Ah!" Luo Qingyu screamed, losing strength in his hands, and was pushed aside by Shen Mochen.

At this moment, there was a loud "bang", the door of the room was knocked open, and a huge creature rushed in.

The tall Tibetan Mastiff leaped forward and violently pushed Luo Qingyu to the ground, with its sharp fangs touching his cheek.

"Ah~~~~~" The scream became high-pitched.

Probably annoyed by his screaming, Nobu shook his head, his sharp teeth scraped his throat, and the screaming stopped abruptly.

"Brother!" Fu Xingyun rushed in, knelt down beside Shen Mochen, and hugged him into his arms.

"I found you, I finally found you!" The boy's voice trembled slightly.

"It's okay, baby, don't worry..." Shen Mochen reached out and patted his shoulder, "Don't be afraid, I'm fine."

The boy hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to rub him into his flesh and blood, and he never wanted to let go.

"Brother, you scared me to death..." He was shaking all over.

Shen Mochen patted Fu Xingyun's back tenderly, and whispered in his ear: "It's okay, you found me, we're together, it's okay, be good, it's okay."

Under Shen Mochen's soft words, Fu Xingyun slowly relaxed.

He let go of the man in front of him slightly and looked at his cheek carefully.

When he saw the thin gash on his right cheek, he became angry.

"He actually..." Fu Xingyun grabbed the Tibetan knife on the ground, and the tip of the knife hit Luo Qingyu's throat.

Luo Qingyu had been scared out of his wits by the Tibetan mastiff long ago, but now Fu Xingyun's eyes were red, and the veins on his hands were exposed, like killing a god, the sharp blade drew a bloodstain on his neck.

Under the fierce suppression of the Tibetan mastiff, and under Fu Xingyun's angry gaze, the severe pain in his neck made Luo Qingyu tremble uncontrollably, and after a while, a burst of embarrassment came out.

"Oh, it stinks!" Shen Mochen yelled exaggeratedly, "Come on, come on, help me cut the rope on my leg first, I have to go far away to get some air!"

The anger in Fu Xingyun's eyes was instantly extinguished.

He turned around and bent down, stretched out his arms to hug Shen Mochen, and took several steps before carefully placing him on the bed of props.

The sharp blade cut the grass rope, and Shen Mochen immediately reached out to untie it.

"Brother you..."

On Shen Mochen's left wrist, a large piece of skin was worn away by the straw rope, and the blood beads that came out stained his sleeve during the fight, which looked shocking.

"I'll kill him!" Fu Xingyun raised his knife and turned around.

"Hey, don't go, don't go!" Shen Mochen hugged him and dragged him back, "What's the matter with you? You don't want a boyfriend after meeting other men, why do you always want to run away from me?"

"Brother..." Fu Xingyun frowned.

"Don't go," Shen Mochen kissed him on the cheek, "My wrist hurts, why don't you show me?"

Knowing that Shen Mochen was deliberately blocking him, but hearing what he said, Fu Xingyun put down the hidden knife, put the knife within reach, and took Shen Mochen's hand.

Because the wrist was struggling and rubbing against the grass rope, there were bloodstains all around the protruding wrist bone, and there were traces of grass clippings in the wound.

Fu Xingyun's eyes were full of distress.

He held the red wrist to his lips and kissed it lightly.

The tip of his tongue lightly licked the wound, Shen Mochen flinched, but was firmly held by him.

The smell of rust spread in his mouth, and Fu Xingyun's eyes were about to shed tears, so he could only lick the wound bit by bit, patiently and gently.

"Stupid boy!" Shen Mochen sighed softly, lowered his head, pressed his nose against his forehead, and kissed his lips.

The clear breath enveloped him, turning the bitterness in his mouth into sweetness.

"Ow~"

Shen Mochen's drooping fingers were arched by something cold, and then a warm tongue licked them up.

He woke up from the kiss, gently pushed Fu Xingyun, and looked down.

"Oh, whose baby is this?" He smiled at Nobu, "Hello!"

While speaking, he stretched out his hand to stroke the thick hair on the Tibetan Mastiff's neck.

"Hey don't!" Fu Xingyun hurriedly stopped, "It's very fierce, someone tried to touch it before, and almost bitten off its wrist."

"Very fierce?" Shen Mochen rubbed Nobu's head, looking down at its bright eyes.

Tibetan mastiff Nobu opened a pair of watery black eyes, looked at Shen Mochen seriously, opened his mouth and licked his fingers again, and took him aside.

Following the dog's gaze, Luo Qingyu was lying straight on the ground, probably fainted by the ferocious Tibetan mastiff.

"Oh, what a good boy." Shen Mochen patted Nobu's head lightly, and praised him without hesitation.

Nobu raised his head, his eyes full of complacency.

"Not fierce," Shen Mochen smiled, "I feel quite similar to you."

After the kiss was interrupted and compared to a puppy, Fu Xingyun was unhappy, so he stretched out his hand to hug Shen Mochen again, lowered his head and pressed his lips again.

Norbu got excited too, he got into the gap between the two, and rubbed his head against Shen Mochen.

Fu Xingyun was really angry, he hugged Shen Mochen to his side, pressed one hand on the back of his neck, and stretched the other hand along the hem of his clothes.

Nobu then squeezed in, insisting on licking Shen Mochen's fingers.

Just as there was a lot of trouble, there was an awkward coughing sound from the door.

Sangjina turned his back to the two, and said in a deep voice: "It's all done, and I called the police. The house here is too thin and unsafe. Let's go back first."

When you're done, leave quickly.

Fu Xingyun still hugged Shen Mochen tightly, bit the tip of his tongue lightly, moved his lips to Shen Mochen's ear, panting: "Brother...want to do..."

Shen Mochen was already out of breath from his kiss, so he could only lean on his arms to breathe, and when he heard this, he stretched out his hand and patted him: "Let's talk when we go back."

When the group came to the outside of the cliff, the police cars had already surrounded the place.

Luo Qingyu woke up, was dragged into a police car, and cast a vicious glance from the window.

Fu Xingyun turned his head in disdain: "Don't worry, brother, this time he will definitely let him sit through the prison."

"I know," Shen Mochen smiled lowly, "My star is the most powerful."

When they returned to the county, the sky had already started to turn pale. Sangji took his own people away. Duoji got out of the car halfway to find his team members, and the surroundings of the two finally became clear.

The small hotel in the county town has dusty exterior walls, and the entire county town has not yet woken up under the dimly lit sky.

The young man on the night shift at the front desk sat on a chair and dozed off. He seemed to see two people entering the door in a daze. When he raised his eyes to look over, they disappeared again.

The two people who entered the hotel and turned directly to the stairwell did not speak, and each of them concealed a little eagerness in their steps.

He took out the key and entered the door. As soon as Shen Mochen closed the door, Fu Xingyun pushed him against the wall.

The heavy kiss fell, and Shen Mochen couldn't help but raised his head, catering to his strong intrusion.

The fiery bodies were close together, and in the hypoxic environment of the plateau, the passionate kiss made both of them on the verge of suffocation.

"Xingyun...no way!" Shen Mochen pushed away the boy on his body, "If you exercise too vigorously, accidents will happen."

Fu Xingyun bit his collarbone relentlessly, "But I miss you, brother."

"Hey, brother, can you help me?" Shen Mochen's hand submerged in the fabric and moved slowly.

Like a gorgeous and beautiful dream, Fu Xingyun was immersed in the dream, unable to extricate himself.

Fu Xingyun had already fallen asleep when the hawker's cries sounded outside the window.

He didn't want to let go even when he fell asleep, he still hugged Shen Mochen tightly in his arms.

Shen Mochen fell asleep in this position, and around noon, the phone rang.

Behind him, Fu Xingyun's breathing fluctuated for a while, Shen Mochen hurriedly muted the phone, gently broke free from the boy's embrace, and picked up the phone.

"Mo Chen? Where are you now?" It was Ying Feng's voice, "I heard Duoji talk about what happened last night. How are you?"

"At the hotel," Shen Mochen said softly, "I only suffered a little skin trauma, Xingyun is exhausted and still sleeping."

"That's good, that's good," Ying Feng felt relieved, "Just tell me what you need."

Shen Mochen turned his head and glanced at Fu Xingyun. The boy had already opened his eyes and was lying on the bed looking at him.

"Help us find a medicine box. I'm too tired after I come back, and the wounds on my body haven't been treated."

Ten minutes later, Ying Feng delivered the medicine box in person.

Shen Mochen had just boiled a pot of water, and after opening the door, he was busy drying the water in a clean porcelain bowl.

Fu Xingyun was still lazily sitting on the bed, with his soft hair curled up randomly, hugging the quilt and taking a nap.

Shen Mochen looked funny: "Lie down and sleep for a while, I'll talk to Director Ying."

Fu Xingyun shook his head, picked up the phone and shook it: "I have to go to the police station later, they said they will make a record."

"Okay," Shen Mochen touched the porcelain bowl to test the temperature, "Sit down a bit."

Shen Mochen took the medicine kit from Ying Feng's hand: "Director, sit down first, I'll clean his wound."

Fu Xingyun raised his head in confusion: "Where is my wound? Is your wrist healed?"

Ying Feng looked at Shen Mochen's wrist, and saw the dark red on his sleeve, he was startled: "You, it doesn't matter!"

Shen Mochen tugged at his cuffs: "It's okay, it just looks scary, it's just that the skin is scratched. I'll change clothes later and deal with it."

He walked to Fu Xingyun with the bowl of boiling water that had been drying for a while, threw a piece of gauze into it, and took the medicine box: "Hold out your hand."

Fu Xingyun stretched out his hand inexplicably.

Shen Mochen picked up gauze soaked in hot water with tweezers, and gently covered Fu Xingyun's fingertips.

The boy's nails were originally smooth and round, but yesterday he climbed rocks with his bare hands twice, and his fingertips were scratched by sharp stones. The nails of three fingers were split by rocks, and the nails were surrounded by dried blood.

When the gauze was attached to his fingertips, he felt pain belatedly, and his fingertips trembled.

Shen Mochen hurriedly removed the gauze, and blew lightly on his fingertips.

After blowing twice, he raised his eyes: "Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts." Fu Xingyun's eyes were full of satisfaction, but his answer was firm.

Shen Mochen laughed: "Keep pretending!"

Fu Xingyun also laughed.

After slowly washing his fingertips, Shen Mochen picked up the sterile cotton swab and began to disinfect his fingertips.

While disinfecting, he gently blows on him, for fear of hurting him again.

The clear sunlight from the plateau shines in through the windows, giving people a halo.

Fu Xingyun suddenly remembered the angel on the stained glass of Chartres Cathedral.

This is my angel, mine alone, he thought.

After disinfecting and applying lotion, Shen Mochen tidied up the medicine box and turned to look for Ying Feng, but he didn't see the director.

He walked around the room with the medicine box, then turned to Fu Xingyun and asked, "Where is Director Ying?"

Only then did Fu Xingyun tear his eyes away from him, and looked around the room: "I don't know, are you leaving? Forget it, brother, change your clothes quickly, and take care of your wrist injury."

Shen Mochen agreed.

Yesterday he was dragged around and got covered in sand and dirt, so he just took a shower in water and changed into clean clothes.

The wound on the wrist is actually just scary looking. After one night, many small wounds have scabbed over, only the severely worn area near the wrist bone still oozes blood, and he just dealt with it casually.

In the afternoon, the two went to the police station as agreed and made a record of what happened yesterday.

Those desperadoes were really well-known poachers in this area, not only in poaching, but also in other aspects. I don't know how Luo Qingyu found them.

But the factual evidence is solid, and local celebrities like Sangchi and Dorji have testified that they will spend the rest of their lives in prison, which is a certainty.

It took a long time to make the record. When the two came out of the police station, it was almost dark.

After eating something on the street, the two returned to the hotel, where Ah Jing was waiting at the door of their room.

"Director Ying said that after your live broadcast was suspended yesterday, netizens were very worried, so I asked you to start a short live broadcast temporarily to give everyone peace of mind."

The program team has already issued a notice on Weibo, and the live broadcast will start at 300:[-] pm. At [-]:[-], the number of people online in the live broadcast room has reached [-] million, and it is still increasing rapidly.

When the broadcast started at eight o'clock, the barrage was so blurry that even people couldn't see it clearly.

Fu Xingyun looked at the bullet screen with joy: "Look, brother, if we had this effect in the first episode, I wouldn't be embarrassed. I can't even see the bullet screen clearly, hahaha!"

Although the barrage cannot be seen clearly, this does not prevent netizens from expressing their feelings:

[Silly Xingxing, I see you having fun. 】

【So, what happened last night, how did you find Brother Chen? 】

[Yesterday when Xingxing ordered the camera to be turned off, it was so good, it makes my mouth water when I think about it now. 】

[Yes, yes, but in front of Brother Chen, he is Ruanruan's younger brother, so cute. 】

Shen Mochen came into the mirror: "Hello everyone, thank you for your concern. Yesterday we encountered a little accident, so Xingyun closed the live broadcast. I am really sorry and apologize to everyone."

"I'll do it, I'll do it," Fu Xingyun pushed Shen Mochen away, "I turned off the live broadcast, it has nothing to do with my brother, I'm the one who apologizes."

[Hahahaha, the stars are so cute! 】

【Ahhh, I can't bear to let my brother suffer a little bit of grievance, how can Xingxing be so good? 】

[Stop apologizing, what happened? 】

Fu Xingyun glanced at Shen Mochen: "Everyone, don't make wild guesses. Because the incident last night involved a real poacher, we have already reported it to the police. Before the police come to a formal conclusion, we cannot disclose the details to everyone."

Shen Mochen also entered the screen with a smile: "Look, everyone, we are all safe and sound, so that's good. Thank you for your concern!"

[Wow, the police are involved, so we can't discuss it nonsense. 】

[It's okay, it's okay, although the melon will be late, but I can always eat it. 】

【Brother Chen and Xing Xing will continue to participate in the exercise? 】

Seeing this barrage, both of them froze for a moment.

Ying Feng came here for a short while today, and was thrown away by the two of them throwing dog food. There is still one day left for the exercise, so I really don't know whether to continue.

Fu Xingyun took out his mobile phone: "How about I ask Director Ying?"

The call was connected quickly, and Fu Xingyun pressed the speakerphone.

"Director Ying, I'm Xingyun, brother Chen and I have completed the challenge, can we rest tomorrow?" Fu Xingyun winked at Shen Mochen and guided the director directly.

A sneer came from the phone.

"You have a good idea! You have had enough rest today, when the live broadcast is over, join me in the city escape immediately!"

The author has something to say:

Brother Chen's miraculous physique of "teasing cats and dogs"...

[1] "Avada Kedavra!" - Avada Kedavra "Harry Potter"

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