Slag Gong accuses Bai Yueguang of being chaotic and abandoned

I have to say that there are quite a few interesting little things in Mo Feng's room.

A scaled-down tank model, a bee-sized aircraft, engraved bullets, and even several sets of (knife) tools.

The bookshelf is even more interesting. Inside the two boxes are medals, which seem to have been won by Mo Xiaofeng's army back then. Hong Tingyun couldn't understand this, but he seemed very powerful.

There are several photo frames on the side, and it can be seen that they belong to him and his father.The two still look a bit alike, but his father looks much more lovable than him, Hong Tingyun always thinks he has seen it somewhere.

Maybe it's really the older generation who talk about cross talk in the industry, even if they don't know each other, they still look familiar.

There are many more people in the next few photos, all of which are group photos.

Wearing a camouflage uniform, Mo Xiaofeng's skin is darker than it is now, but compared to others, it is too white, and his smile looks much better than now, and he is very sunny.

Hong Tingyun picked it up and took a closer look. He did not admit his mistake, it was indeed Mo Xiaofeng himself.

It can make a person lose their smile, look ashamed all day long, and turn their mouths black with viciousness. The problems in this are really big.

Hong Tingyun put the photo back, and he also looked at the glasses on the table, they were still flat, and those who are not nearsighted really don't know why Mo Xiaofeng wanted to wear them.

The desk drawers in front of him were not closed tightly. Although it was not good to do things privately, something suddenly appeared in his line of sight, which made him pull open the drawers abruptly.

In the outermost corner of the drawer was a box of neatly stacked coins, each of which was the same as the one Mo Feng used.

Hong Tingyun picked it up and looked at it. The coin was made of unknown material. On one side was the head of Medusa, and on the other side was a clover pattern with four leaves.

In addition, there are three weapons lying quietly in the drawer!

The drawers were padded with foam, and there was even a place that was empty.

Hong Tingyun had come into contact with a lot of guns, but these three guns had never been seen before, which one was made and which model they belonged to.

He picked it up and looked at it. The moment he touched it, it sank. The feel and smoothness are simply addictive!

"That's a model."

A voice suddenly came from behind Hong Tingyun, he was startled, he turned around and looked, he was still holding the murder weapon tightly in his hand!

Mo Xiaofeng came out of the shower at some point, wearing a bathrobe loosely on his body, and tied a belt around his waist, wiping his hair and leaning against the door, looking at him.

As soon as Hong Tingyun turned around, he saw that his open neckline was almost bare, and the necklace was wet, dripping water down his skin.

Hong Tingyun's eyes followed a drop of water, watching it slide over the curve of the abdominal muscles from his strong chest, and finally disappeared into the bathrobe around his waist.

Hong Tingyun swallowed involuntarily, feeling his mouth dry for a moment.

Hong Tingyun stared at Mo Xiaofeng like this in a daze, and his mind seemed to be hungover. Mo Xiaofeng's words entered his ears but he couldn't distinguish them. The level of thinking obviously couldn't keep up.

"Uh?"

Mo Xiaofeng couldn't help frowning and repeated what he said just now. While wiping his hair, he swayed to the side of the bed, threw off the quilt and got in.

At this moment, Hong Tingyun was thinking about all kinds of messy things.

Is this guy an exhibitionist?Why does it always appear naked?Will he die if he wears more?Although both of them are men, he is not interested in seeing another man's bare (ass) butt!

But a certain person didn't think about this self-consciousness at all, and the last sentence came out faintly from the bed.

"I didn't sleep much last night. It may take three hours to wake up. You can do what you want."

Within half a minute or so, the sound of even breathing came from inside.

Hong Tingyun was still holding the weapon in his hand, he looked like a murderer who broke into the room for no reason, he was a little stunned on the spot.

Is this guy not only an exhibitionist, but also a master of time management?The kind that sleeps right away? ? ?

Hong Tingyun looked at his hand again, weighed it, it was quite heavy, and obediently put it back in its original place.

Tsk, this bastard really doesn't know what to say sometimes, it's okay if he doesn't see anything!

Downstairs seems to have changed a program, it is no longer the storytelling with gavels knocking back and forth, but now it is singing opera, single-skin drum and Yueqin, babbling downstairs, Even more noisy than just now.

Although it is on the fifth floor, this is a "back" type of building, and the noise upstairs is not much lower, but it can still be heard when the doors and windows are closed.

Hong Tingyun didn't like this, he just felt a headache from the noise, seeing the guy on the bed can sleep so soundly, he was completely in admiration.

He didn't get up at the time of the hangover morning, when would he get up so early, let alone there is not even a place to sit here, it seems that he really forced himself to go home.

Hong Tingyun pushed his tongue against his mouth, looking at the guy who was sleeping soundly on the bed, he was really angry and funny, he really thought this guy had figured this out, and he was here waiting for himself to mutter.

But who is Hong Tingyun?The less he wants to do something, the more he wants people who come in the opposite direction.

Seeing that Mo Feng was sleeping comfortably, he raised his hand and took off his sweater and threw it on the desk beside him, kicked off his shoes and stepped barefoot on the wooden floor.

The heating was turned on in the room, and with the faint scent of incense, the hypnotic effect was really good. Hong Tingyun lifted a corner of the quilt and got into bed, as if he was going to squeeze into the same bed with someone!

Mo Xiaofeng felt a little uncomfortable, his eyebrows frowned, but he didn't want to open his eyes, turned over and squeezed inside, and even fell off the pillow.

Hong Tingyun took a look, hehe, isn't this just right!

He grabbed the pillow and put it on his back. He just sat on the head of the bed, leaning against Mo Xiaofeng's pillow, not feeling embarrassed at all.

Everyone has such bad habits before going to bed. Hong Tingyun looked at all kinds of messy news in the entertainment industry on his mobile phone. He even knew some celebrities who had two drinks. Then look at the marketing account below. , It's really a primary school composition.

Hong Tingyun just lay there, the bedside table next to him was still burning with a touch of incense. I don't know when Mo Feng lit it, but the guy next to him didn't enjoy his life as much as he did, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Perhaps because he was not used to having people around him, Mo Xiaofeng tossed and turned on the bed, and even babbled in a daze. Hong Tingyun once suspected that he was not asleep.

If the woman sleeping next to him recognized the bed like this in normal times, Hong Tingyun would have kicked her down long ago.

But seeing Mo Xiaofeng beside him was really uncomfortable, Hong Tingyun stared at his face for a long time while looking at his phone, and finally retreated.

Just as he was talking about moving outside or returning the position to others, suddenly an arm stretched out and hugged his legs.Hong Tingyun's whole body bounced at the place where he was hit, and in the next second a hot head was pressed against his belly!

Hong Tingyun was startled, he froze while pinching the phone, staring straight at the guy who could only see Tianling Gai at the moment.

Mo Feng held onto his trousers tightly, like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood, unwilling to let go at all.

He frowned tightly, his face was full of uneasy emotions, as if his mind was full of nightmares.

Hong Tingyun recalled the morning when he spent the night with the other party in the apartment for the first time. It seemed that this guy always slept so restlessly, and he murmured unsteadily.

Feeling inexplicably sad in his heart, I don't know if he felt sorry for him or something else, Hong Tingyun let out a long and heavy breath as if he was discouraged, turned off the phone and threw it aside, and stroked the hairy head with his palm.

Not to mention Kong Wu's domineering appearance during the fight, at this moment this guy couldn't even hold back his usual icy appearance, and the hand that was holding him tightly was still trembling.Such an arrogant person, why is he so weak behind his back that makes people feel distressed...

Hong Tingyun didn't feel at all how ambiguous the appearance of the two of them was, and for a while, his thoughts were still a little far away.

It was the same when the two of them were in the tent that night. This guy hugged himself and hid in the quilt, and people kept rubbing his hands to warm his body. The Lord, who obviously needed someone to take care of himself, was able to save him time and time again. What a miracle.

Tsk, this guy is really, how come his hair is still wet, and he hasn't dried it at all, so he will have a headache in the future, don't you know?

No matter how old you are, you still don't know how to take care of yourself.

Hong Tingyun frowned, he didn't have anything nearby, so he could only wipe him gently with the quilt.

His fingers accidentally touched the necklace around his neck, and only then did Hong Tingyun have a chance to pick it up and look at it carefully.

A black chain hangs around his neck, it doesn't look like metal or leather, I don't know what kind of material it is.

On the pendant is a (military) identification tag, similar to the dog tags used by foreign troops.

The name, blood type, etc. will be marked on it. In order to facilitate the rescue of injured, it is said that it has only been used in the past two years in China, and only the field combat troops who often go to the battlefield are piloting it on a small scale.

【Name: Mo Xiaofeng】

[Blood type: AB type RH (-)]

Mo Xiaofeng?It turns out that this guy is really a vest party.It's really good enough to justly give a false name in front of Master Hong!Awesome!

The rest are just a bunch of numbers, which Hong Tingyun can't understand.But he had a little impression of this blood type, picked up his phone to check, and it was indeed panda blood.

One in [-], what a god-chosen son!

This guy went to the battlefield, and even if he was injured, no one could find anyone to give him a blood transfusion.

Hong Tingyun remembered that his wife had type A panda blood, and she began to store blood when she was pregnant, but when she gave birth, she suffered from massive bleeding, and the amount of blood stored for a year was not enough, and she almost died on the operating table.

There was also a coin on the chain, not the one in Mo Xiaofeng's drawer.On one side of the coin is Poseidon holding a trident, and on the other side is a Buddha.

Hong Tingyun lost interest after taking a look at it, just put it down gently, and looked at this face carefully again.

You said this person is really strange.

Now that I went back to school, why did I want to be a soldier in the first place?Since he likes to be a soldier with a dog tag, why did he choose to come back from the army?

Besides, his posture of fighting with others is the kind that doesn't leave him a way out.Even his uncle was afraid that he would kill him, so he had to give two special instructions before leaving.

What the hell has this guy been through?

How can you live like this!

Hong Tingyun's eyes fell on the photo on the bookshelf again, he was obviously smiling brightly before.But now?Even showing an obvious smile, it's like waiting for the sky to rain red.

Mo Xiaofeng's body couldn't help trembling for a while, and the hand holding the trouser leg tightened a little bit, Hong Tingyun didn't know what it was like.

He broke Mo Xiaofeng's hand and clasped it in his palm, and wrapped Mo Xiaofeng in his arms with the other hand, patting him on the back like coaxing a child.

He said, don't be afraid, I'm murmuring.