I made the hero cry in quick time

"Don't worry, boss, I have great professional ethics." Han Lie's expression was slightly cold, and soon he smiled brightly again.

After finishing speaking, he looked around, stood up suddenly, raised Lu Shaochen's chin instead, grabbed his thin lips precisely, and bit his lips fiercely with a bit of annoyance...

"You're crazy!" Lu Shaochen hissed in pain, and suddenly pushed him away.

"Boss, you have a wound on your mouth, so you can feel how passionate and loyal I am to you, right." Han Lie ignored his livid face, picked up the bottle and poured wine with a smile, and held a glass to salute him.

Lu Shaochen's eyes flickered with fire.

He touched the corner of his lips lightly with his finger, and there was indeed some blood on his finger.

He wiped it off with paper with a dark face.

"Can't you be gentle when you express your enthusiasm?" Lu Shaochen was actually not disgusted.

He was just shocked by this kid's audacity. Obviously when he first found him, he gave himself the impression that he was not such a ignorant person, and the information on the investigation materials did not show that this kid had a side that escaped Meng Lang.

"Boss, I'm not a woman, nor a little sheep. It's a little difficult for me to be gentle with a man." His complaint made Han Lie happy. He smiled helplessly and toasted him again, "And, I see you Don't you hate it?"

Lu Shaochen's face froze.

He glanced at Han Lie again and was silent for a while.

I just thought, it's because Ye Feng doesn't have himself in his heart.

No matter how cold or hard his heart is, he will unconsciously become gentle when facing the person he likes, just like him in front of Ye Feng, he is always a little bit different from himself, even though he has been very restrained.

Thinking of Ye Feng, Lu Shaochen felt bitter again.

He stopped talking, just drinking one cup after another.

Spirits burn in the breast and belly.

He was happy.

I don't know how much I drank, but I finally passed out after all.

Han Lie helped him out of the Qing Dynasty, and sent him home all the way. Seeing that it was quite late, he decided to stay overnight at Lu Shaochen's house. When he took a shower and went to bed, he heard Han Lie, who was drunk and dizzy, whispering one sentence at a time. The word Ye Feng.

Han Lie knew that it was definitely not him who called it.

It upsets me to hear it.

She simply lowered her head and sealed the man's lips tightly.

Lu Shaochen frowned uncomfortably, and closed his eyes tightly, with a rare sense of fragility on his face.

Seeing him like this, Han Lie felt a sadistic desire in his heart. He suppressed this dark thought, and only let him go when he was about to suffocate. The kiss went all the way down, on Lu Shaochen's neck, collarbone , chest...

Print your own marks along the way.

These traces were still clearly visible the next day.

When Lu Shaochen woke up the next day, he didn't see Han Lie. He only saw fresh breakfast on the table in the dining room. He didn't think much about it until he went to the bathroom to wash up, only to find that his neck, chest, and even lower abdomen were covered with hickey marks and bite marks. .

"Is this person a dog?" Lu Shaochen was angry and funny.

He changed into a white shirt, but there were still some marks clearly visible on the neckline.

Lu Shaochen caressed the mark lightly with his fingers, feeling complicated. On the one hand, he was angry at Ye Feng's unauthorized offense, and on the other hand, thinking of Ye Feng leaving kisses on him while he was drunk and unconscious, Mo Ming felt that the blood Stretch...

He shook his head and washed his face with cold water.

Only then did he stop his wild thoughts.

When I was having breakfast, I saw a note on the kitchen table: "Boss, drink the hangover soup first, and then eat breakfast, so as not to hurt the stomach. Also, if you miss me, call me."

There is also a smiley face emoji drawn on it.

Lu Shaochen stared at the paper, and couldn't help rubbing the center of his brows.

After a hangover, I still have a bit of a headache now.

This person lacks the tenderness of a lover, but knows how to express his caring at the right time. What kind of guy is he?

As a lover of your own wallet.

Why did you even take the initiative to call him?

Where did he get the confidence to think that he would miss him?