I'm an attack in a wealthy dog-blood novel

Since the fight ended that day, Mo Ziyao has been coming here very frequently recently, probably because he is not busy recently, or he thinks my skills have improved, anyway, his appearance on the bed is very deceptive.

We didn't talk very much, the burn on my face from the smoke was almost healed, and I don't know what medicine the doctor used.

If you don't look carefully, you can hardly see the traces of being burned at that time, but the bruises on your body are still there, and the area has even expanded.

Another afterthought.

I came out of the shower and saw Mo Ziyao sitting on the bed smoking again. I am not very sensitive to the smell of cigarettes, and I don’t know what brand of cigarettes he is smoking. One, and I stood there wiping my hair and staring at him.

"What are you looking at? I'll dig out your eyes again." Mo Ziyao, who was stared at unnaturally, frowned, dissatisfied.

I walked over and said with a smile, "Have you ever said that you look good?"

"Damn gay, get out, don't look at me with sticky eyes like that, and don't use nice words to describe me." Mo Ziyao looked impatient and took another drag on his cigarette.

When he was about to spit out the smoke, I lowered my head and kissed his lips directly. When we parted, a little smoke escaped from my mouth.

"roll."

Mo Ziyao pushed me lightly and said "Fuck off".

Not only did I not roll, but I inserted one hand into his hair and stroked his hair while standing, and touched his back with the other hand, keeping two fists away from him so that he could smoke, and Mo Ziyao's head Simply lean against the middle of the two rows of ribs.

It is rare for us to enjoy such quiet and intimacy.

This time Mo Ziyao didn't stay here overnight, and left after eleven o'clock in the evening.

Five days passed like this, neither salty nor dull. Mo Ziyao hadn’t been to the apartment for these five days. I still went to and from get off work normally, and my life was quite fulfilling. It was Friday night a week again, after seven o’clock in the evening. The nightlife has just begun.

There are large and small bars on the left and right sides of Jingxing Street in Shihe District. Lu Xiaodong and I went here after work and picked a random one here. We sat outside the bar and could see the river next to it. The scenery and view are good, especially Under the background of various neon lights at night, there are ripples on the riverside and the breeze is blowing.

I was in a good mood and even took a photo and sent it to Mo Ziyao.

Lu Xiaodong also took no surprise at the two bodyguards beside me, saying that I was a kid from a rich family who came to experience the life of the poor and went to work to pass the time.

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At the same time, Mo Ziyao was eating with Xiang Qian when he received the message from Zhao Haiyang. He subconsciously turned his phone backwards with the screen facing down.

"Who sent you the message?"

"Zhao Haiyang."

"He sent you a message, why are you panicking?" Xiang Qian asked softly.

Mo Ziyao also realized that his actions might be too obvious, so he apologized to Xiang Qian.

Xiang Qian shook his head, and said calmly: "You don't need to apologize to me, I'm sorry for you, who made my body useless, and you are a young and vigorous man, so it's right to find someone to solve your needs. Don't blame you, you don't have to hide it from me, I haven't met Zhao Haiyang, after all, he is my savior, how about this, you bring him to my birthday party."

Mo Ziyao looked up at Xiang Qian, wondering what he meant, was he trying to test or really wanted to see Zhao Haiyang?He knew about Zhao Haiyang's existence from the very beginning, and he never mentioned that he wanted to see Zhao Haiyang for so many years. What does it mean that he suddenly mentioned that he wanted to see him?

"I'm not what you think he is."

"I know, I just want to see him. I'm afraid that I will die suddenly one day, but I have never seen my savior. It seems a little ungrateful. I should say thank you to him face to face."

Mo Ziyao held Xiang Qian's cold hand, "You won't die."

"Ziyao, don't be silly. I know what my body looks like best. It's not surprising that I die tonight or tomorrow. I don't blame you for finding another man to sleep with you. I just blame myself for being useless. Bring it here, it can be regarded as fulfilling my little wish."

Mo Ziyao felt that Xiang Qian's words were stabbing his heart with a sword. Xiang Qian was only 25 years old. At such a young age, the thing he was most afraid of was that he would not be able to save him.

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