Slag Gong accuses Bai Yueguang of being chaotic and abandoned

It was almost noon before Mo Xiaofeng woke up slowly.

Hong Tingyun woke up an hour earlier than him, had already bathed and changed, and was lying on the side of the bed quietly watching him sleep.

Mo Xiaofeng supported the bed with both hands and tried three or four times before sitting up. Although Hong Tingyun also experienced the fatigue of excessive indulgence, compared to Mo Xiaofeng's state today, it is much better.

"Come on, have a drink."

Mo Xiaofeng was sleepy-eyed and a little listless, leaning against the head of the bed with a pillow behind his waist, feeling a little exhausted.

Looking at the water glass brought in front of him, Mo Xiaofeng hoarse, covered his forehead and rubbed his temples, he didn't even want to lift a finger.

"I don't want to move, I'll drink later."

Mo Xiaofeng's expression was calm, his brows were slightly frowned, and there was a touch of irritability, and his whole body returned to his usual indifference.

Hong Tingyun was a little puzzled, they were fine when they were in bed last night, why are they unhappy now?

Do you blame yourself for forcing too much?It was obviously his own persistent reluctance to stop.

But Hong Tingyun dared not say this.

He was really afraid that Mo Xiaofeng would put the glass on his forehead and stage a murder of his "husband" with his backhand.

Mo Xiaofeng's temperament of "loose on the bed and cold under the bed", even Hong Tingyun suspected that he had schizophrenia, "lifting up his pants and denying people" is like a scumbag who raises fish ponds, which makes Hong Tingyun's attack a little petty The daughter-in-law was resentful, looking at each other with eyes full of grievances.

But how did he know that at this time Mo Xiaofeng once suspected that Hong Tingyun had drugged him in that glass of wine, otherwise how could he be so shameless last night.

Embarrassment appeared in his gradually sober head, not because he couldn't face the harmonious relationship last night, but how to deal with many issues that had to be considered after the relationship.

For example, the current relationship between the two of them seems to have pierced the window paper. The next step is to take someone back to give the official announcement to the uncle, and even take someone back to the north for the New Year, in front of his father and all the senior brothers and sisters. Recognize the identity of the other party.

For another example, he needs to explain to the other party the situation of his family's forces in the north, the involvement between him and the hostile forces of the Hong family, and even the relationship between his uncle Gu Chen and their alliance, so that the other party has a feeling in his heart. end.

For another example, when I come into contact with the things in the dark night world, the dangers I will face at the level I come into contact with, as well as his past and his illness, I have to tell the other party so that I can deal with it.

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Just thinking about it, Mo Xiaofeng felt that this was a huge pit, and he took the wrong medicine last night, which made himself trapped to death.

He looked up at the person in front of him, and really didn't want to face all this.

Last night he seemed to be extremely excited, but there were not many traces of joy left on his body, some of which were even much weaker than the night before, Hong Tingyun did restrain himself as agreed.

But he was the one who got out of control, and now Hong Tingyun's body was covered with teeth marks from his bites.Especially on the back, he scratched out several blood trails, even on the scar on his back.

Mo Xiaofeng wanted to bump his head to death, really.

Hong Tingyun was a little upset.

The other party resisted, and he felt that this person had no feelings for him.The other party catered to him, and he felt that he was being treated as a tool man.

Mo Xiaofeng's thoughts were so deep that Hong Tingyun could see the clear desire in his eyes except when he was sleeping with him, but at other times he couldn't read what was going on in his mind at all.

But the other party seemed to want to let himself know him, at least every time he asked him, he always answered seriously, but he said very little.

Hong Tingyun has never been short of people around him, but so far the only one who has fascinated him and fascinated him is this guy.

Hong Tingyun scratched his hair and sighed, he turned Mo Xiaofeng's face away, forcing him to raise his head.

"Hey, open your mouth."

Hong Tingyun took a big sip from the cup, leaned over and poured it into Mo Xiaofeng's mouth.

Mo Xiaofeng groaned, in order not to choke to death, he could only swallow it quickly.

It was only later that the taste gradually changed. Hong Tingyun even stuck out his tongue. The slippery tongue entangled and teased Mo Xiaofeng's tongue, stirring wantonly in his mouth, making Mo Xiaofeng almost out of breath. angry.

The good morning kiss was so full of passion (desire), Mo Xiaofeng's sensitive body reacted all of a sudden, anger seemed to be running wildly in his lower abdomen.But then there was a tingling soreness that pulled the muscles of his thighs, and his legs were so painful that they were trembling.

Hong Tingyun let go of Mo Xiaofeng, and the latter quickly wiped off the water stains on his neck, and then looked at Hong Tingyun with eyes full of resentment and embarrassment.

There was steam in Mo Xiaofeng's eyes, his face was flushed red, and the way he gritted his teeth in anger made Hong Tingyun instantly want to execute him on the spot again.Compared with the ice-cold beauty before, Hong Tingyun likes Mo Xiaofeng's fresh face now even more.

Although Mo Xiaofeng felt awkward about the unclear relationship between the two afterwards, he was not ashamed to admit the primitive desire of last night.In his heart, he was a little conflicted about who would go up and who would go down, and worried about whether he should be impulsive, but he really felt that it was quite cool to be with Hong Tingyun.

Men are sometimes so simple, when they feel that they are in place, they put aside all their thinking, pros and cons.

At this time, Hong Tingyun showed a smile, raised his hand to stroke Mo Xiaofeng's dull hair, and quickly kissed Mo Xiaofeng on the face again with a "click".

Facing the other party's eyes full of doting and satisfaction, Mo Xiaofeng suddenly felt that the troubles he had just thought about just now could be eased.

Mo Xiaofeng doesn't know why Hong Tingyun has such attributes, being stubborn, disrespectful, reckless, and even difficult to communicate with, but as long as he stays with the other party, he often doesn't think about those unsolvable troubles.

Disgusting and enjoying, perhaps this is the best description of his current state.

But if you want to ask him when did he have feelings for Hong Tingyun?

Maybe it was the falling snow outside the window last night that caught his eyes, maybe it was the hug trembling in the cold wind at sunset by the river, maybe it was the lonely soul of the meteor shower by the pool, or maybe it was the first love at first sight in the dark alley...

Mo Xiaofeng raised his hand and grabbed Hong Tingyun's shirt sleeve, and wiped the saliva on his face with disgust, his eyes drooping slightly with a cold face.

He said, I'm hungry.

Hong Tingyun secretly suspected that this guy was throwing a child's tantrum and being awkward, but he didn't understand how much Mo Xiaofeng had just gone through.

Hong Tingyun responded, carried Mo Xiaofeng into the bathroom, and wanted to help others take a bath, but Mo Xiaofeng "ruthlessly" kicked him out.When he turned around, he was extremely wronged, and he naturally missed the corner of Mo Xiaofeng's mouth that could not help but raise.

Without Mo Xiaofeng in front of his eyes, Hong Tingyun's painting style instantly became much more normal.He made a phone call to arrange lunch, and then called the room service to tidy up the room. Everything was so orderly, and he finally got everything done before Mo Xiaofeng came out of the bathroom.

In fact, today's Hong Tingyun didn't intend to step out of this room at all.

When Mo Xiaofeng packed up and walked out, he saw a sudden change in the painting style outside.It was like a scene in a Taiwanese drama with countless pink bubbles, but the script of the heroine fell into his hands.

The room was tidied back to its original appearance, except for the traces of red wine on the window sill and wall, it was as if nothing happened last night.

Violin music was playing in the room, and delicious meals were placed on the dining table beside him. Hong Tingyun was sitting on the sofa, with a bouquet of fiery red roses in his hand, quietly waiting for him to come out.

Sure enough, the familiar formula and the familiar taste, the visual sense of this incorrect way of opening the eyes is coming again, although you may be late, you will never be absent.

Mo Xiaofeng grabbed two handfuls of hair, really wanted to go back and open the door and start over again.

Hong Tingyun got up to meet him, pulled him back to his seat, brushed his hair carefully and dried it with a blower.

Mo Xiaofeng sat there and let him toss about, but his eyes kept falling on the roses beside him. The blood red color stimulated his eyes and made him feel a little restless.

Hong Tingyun's brain circuits are always so strange, he is obviously not a woman, why does he always use the routine of chasing girls on him?

This feeling really made Mo Xiaofeng at a loss, and he didn't have any coping experience in his 24 years of life experience.

Hong Tingyun watched him turn his head to look at the flowers for several times, feeling a little happy for a while.

"Like it? I saw that you liked flowers that day, so I asked them to deliver them. But the packaging is not very good. I will buy you more beautiful ones when I go back to the city."

Hong Tingyun's eyebrows were a little beaming, and Mo Xiaofeng's eyes were slightly lowered, and the gloom in his eyes became more intense.

He likes flowers, and this bouquet of flowers is also very beautiful, but when he thinks of this guy using the tricks he used to deal with women on himself, there is a feeling of anger in his heart that cannot be dispelled.

He took out one of the many roses, the delicate stamens were still dripping with dew.

"If you get a rose, I will send it to Fenghuang with your hairpin." Mo Xiaofeng likes flowers, but he is not a girl, so he should not be praised for his beauty by hairpins. Hong Tingyun always has a way to constantly challenge his nerves .

But Mo Xiaofeng could feel that the person above him was carefully arranging his hair, everything was so meticulous and meticulous, it could be seen that the other person cared about him very much.

Mo Xiaofeng suddenly thought of the bloody white rose last time, looked at it, and suddenly felt that this flower didn't seem so obtrusive.

After all, what's wrong with flowers, it's unreasonable to be disgusted by people even if they are broken off.

"Well, it's beautiful."

Mo Xiaofeng's tone was calm, although he couldn't hear his happiness at all.

But just like that, Hong Tingyun was already very happy.

After dinner, Mo Xiaofeng lay reclined on the sofa and looked at the phone, Hong Tingyun squeezed up shamelessly to join him, and said angrily that he was sleepy and wanted to turn on the nap mode to catch up on sleep.

Having achieved his goal, he hugged Mo Xiaofeng in his arms and squeezed him into a small place. Hong Tingyun was alive and kicking again, kissed Mo Xiaofeng on the face with a "ba da", and said that he liked him with joy.

Sometimes Hong Tingyun's shocking persistence really makes Mo Xiaofeng shudder.

It's okay to say that Mo Xiaofeng doesn't like this, but he's just not used to it.He has not experienced such pure emotion in his life, and his life cannot allow him to express his emotions from the heart.

Lying on Hong Tingyun's chest, sniffing his body, Mo Xiaofeng unconsciously closed his eyes and took a nap for a while.

It seemed that as long as he was with Hong Tingyun, he could always sleep comfortably and at ease. Those frightening nightmares seemed to be afraid of Hong Tingyun, a ghost, and all escaped from his deterrent range.

A person is used to someone warming the bed, being accompanied, and being pampered. When he wants to return to being alone, it is as if he has lost the things he is used to, except for the lonely pillow.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that Hong Tingyun was still beside him, as if he didn't even change his posture so as not to disturb him.

For a moment, Mo Xiaofeng felt that there was nothing wrong with having such a person by his side.

He rubbed against Hong Tingyun's neck affectionately, Mo Xiaofeng raised his head and Hong Tingyun lowered his head, his two faces were very close, as if he was about to kiss him in the next second.

Mo Xiaofeng's eyes were shaking violently, as if he was thinking about something uncertain.

"Stop the cloud, I..."

Mo Xiaofeng held back and was about to say something when the phone that Hong Tingyun was holding suddenly vibrated.

He glanced away, and it turned out to be Hong Jintang calling.

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The last few chapters are a bit watery, ready to enter the story mode.

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