What do you want to do

The matter of Feng Mo's anger made the hearts of a group of people tense.

I have seen him lose his temper and beat people, but it is different from today.

Hitting people doesn't slap people in the face, and it's not like women have to scratch with their hands every time they fight, so Feng Mo's slap was not loud, but it made a group of people stunned.

Guo Yang was even more stupid there, especially when he heard Feng Mo's words, his heart trembled.

Feng Mo usually feels completely different from when he loses his temper with them.

That kind of cold gaze made him feel as if his internal organs were about to be frostbitten, and the slap on the face didn't really sound, it just sounded louder, but Guo Yang was completely stupid there.

"Do you remember? You are the same too." Feng Mo slanted his eyes and gave them a cold swishing glance.

A group of people nodded violently.

This time I know it, the elementary school students can't gossip casually.

Those female classmates also looked shocked. Although they usually looked at Feng Mo as cold and cold, it was the first time that he was so unkind.

Guo Yang didn't dare to say anything else, so he could only nod his head vigorously.

The few other people are not here today, if I say too much wrong, no one can stop Marshal Feng from beating me up.

"I was wrong, really, really wrong." Guo Yang clasped his hands together and bowed to Feng Mo.

Feng Mo sat down with a cold snort, then fiddled with his phone and sent a text message to Qino.

Just now, Zeno ran in such a hurry that he probably didn't even have breakfast, so he had to pick him up early at noon to eat, otherwise his small body would suffer from starvation.

After making an appointment to eat together at noon, Feng Mo lazily lay on the table, listening to the professor on the podium teaching like a bible, his eyelids became heavier and heavier...

I really can't blame him for deserting to sleep during class, holding Zeno last night and staying up all night, his mind is full of messy sweet and pornographic scenes.

Thanks to his firm foothold, otherwise he would have had a nosebleed.

Zeno was concentrating on listening to the class and taking notes, when the phone was buzzing in his pocket, he knew it must be a text message from Feng Mo without even looking at it, and no one else would bother him at this moment.

I didn't bother to seal the ink, anyway, just read it after class.

It was very tiring to attend a big class, and Zeno lay prone on the table and didn't want to get up for a while.

He called Feng Mo with his mobile phone and told him not to wait for him, he didn't want to eat and had no appetite.

"What can I do if I don't eat, did I catch a cold yesterday?" Feng Mo asked while walking upstairs with his mobile phone.

He waited for Zeno for quite a while and didn't see anyone coming down, so he was going to look for him.

"I don't want to eat." Zeno sniffed, probably because eating food stalls yesterday was not comfortable, and his stomach and belly were screaming all the time.

Feng Mo had already walked to the door of the classroom, looking at the empty classroom with his head, only he was lying on the table alone.

"Nuo Nuo?" He walked over and got closer, reached out and touched his forehead, it was okay, not burning.

"Where is it uncomfortable?"

The wilting Zeno turned pale and tilted his head to look at him.

"Stomach hurts, stomach hurts."

"...Let's go, let's eat." This is obviously because he didn't have breakfast, and the brat tried his best to scare him.

Zeno was pulled up by him and forced to go to the small cafeteria, but after eating a bowl of porridge, he found that his stomach didn't seem to hurt anymore.

"It's all your fault. If you didn't scare me in the morning, I wouldn't have a stomachache." Licking the corner of his mouth, Zeno stared dissatisfiedly.

He was frightened in the morning, afraid that Feng Mo would have a convulsion and suppress him.Running in the cold wind on an empty stomach, Feng Mo raised his eyebrows and reached out to pinch his chin.

After a meal, Zeno regained his energy, wiped his mouth, looked at Feng Mo's crooked head and asked, "Did you lose your temper today?"

I always feel that this person is different today, as if he is much calmer than usual.

Feng Mo raised his eyebrows in surprise, thinking that this little guy is quite sensitive, and he could tell that he was in a bad mood.

Feng Mo raised his hand to touch his cheek, then grabbed his hand and kissed him.

Zeno was a little embarrassed. Although there were not many people in the small cafeteria at the moment, he saw several familiar people.

However, Feng Mo's hands were tightly grasped, he looked into Feng Mo's eyes and could only purse his lips, letting this man who felt a little fragile now, and it was quite useful for Feng Mo's sudden coquettish behavior, let alone.

"What's the matter?" He frowned slightly, thinking that he should comfort the man a little.

"Nuo Nuo, do you feel pressured by the word homosexual?" Feng Mo didn't answer Qin Nuo's question, but just asked.

Zeno was taken aback for a moment, thought for a while and slowly shook his head and said, "Is this the only reason you're making trouble?"

"Of course not, I just feel that there are more and more rumors recently, and it's hard to ignore them." Feng Mo sighed, and picked up the remaining pieces of meat on the plate with his chopsticks.

"It's their business to say what they like. I know what you're worried about." It's not that Zeno hasn't thought about this problem. If too many people in the school know about his relationship with Feng Mo, many people will be jealous. There was no need to trouble the two of them.

But looking at it another way, he doesn't care much about other people's reactions, so the word homosexuality is actually quite normal to him.

Tilting his head to look at Feng Mo, he suddenly laughed.

"You feel ashamed?"

"No, it's just annoying. What does our own affairs have to do with them? It's troublesome to gossip and gossip every day." For Feng Mo, this was his first love, the first time he liked someone so much, even a man It doesn't matter.

"That's fine. You'll graduate next year, and you don't care what they say or do." Zeno felt that these were negligible things, and it was no big deal.

To put it bluntly, they are still young men in their early twenties, and their relationship is ignorant and hot to them. Fortunately, both of them are relatively calm and self-controlled, otherwise the consequences would be really unimaginable.

Too many examples tell us that there is no result even if the love in college is discussed.

Feng Mo tilted his head and thought about it, and he thought it was right, anyway, he decided on his own affairs, and it had nothing to do with them and others.

He was still a little depressed just now, but he was relieved by these two words from Zeno. He felt that Zeno was his pistachio, and every time he saw Zeno, he was in a particularly good mood.

"Go and meet my parents after you finish the exam." The two walked out side by side, Feng Mo tilted his head to look at him.

Zeno was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head in confusion and asked, "Now?"

He thought it would take some time before he should develop to see his parents.

"Of course, why, you don't plan to spend the rest of your life with me?" Asking this, her expression was a little dangerous.

It seemed that as long as Zeno hesitated and said that he didn't want to think about it, he would pounce on him and bite him to death.

Zeno nodded quickly and said, "I think about it, of course I do."

How could he not want to, no one loves him more than Feng Mo.

He likes to seal ink.