Mysterious lover: See you tonight, President

Han Zhaolin clenched his clothes and scolded with red eyes, "are you a fool? You're standing here, trying to freeze to death and go to the South Pole!"

Ji Mo rubbed his cheek and said in a soft voice, "Antarctica has no you..."

A sigh, mixed with deep helplessness and doting, almost forced out Han Zhaolin's tears.

The body in his arms is extremely hot, but the hand touching his face is like a piece of ice.

Han Zhaolin's heart became a ball, "you have a fever."

"Nothing."

Ji Mo light smile, low voice way, "Han uncle let you come out?"

Han Zhaolin's face froze and his fingers clenched.

Ji Mo takes a panoramic view of his performance. His eyes are slightly dim, but he says with a strong smile, "go back, I can still carry it."

This sentence suddenly made Han Zhaolin cry.

Ji Mo is fighting against his father in the ice and snow, but he is hiding at home. He has no worries about food and clothing. What he says is sharing weal and woe. It's only Ji Mo who suffers. What he has to pay, he's a waste!

Han Zhaolin suddenly picked up Ji Mo's face and gave him a fierce kiss on his lips. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm fucked up. You win!"

Bai Su stood behind the door, listening to the sound of two people walking away. He was slightly relieved. As soon as he turned around, he was startled by the sudden high voice in front of him and almost screamed.

Han Zhao snow covers her mouth, helpless way, "just the courage is quite big, now counsels."

Bai Su broke off his hand and glared at him. "They've been walking for a long time. You can't catch up with them."

"Who says I'm going after you?"

Han Zhaoxue lightly refuted a sentence, shake open the coat in the hand, drape in white plain shoulder, "come out also don't wear one more, cold?"

Bai Su was stunned for a while, drooping her eyes and pursing her lips.

Han Zhaoxue helped her get her coat together and said, "in fact, I'll stay up for a few more days. Maybe dad will let go."

There was a wind nearby. Bai Su didn't hear it clearly. He asked subconsciously, "what did you say?"

"Nothing," Han Zhaoxue raised her eyes, "go back to sleep."

Han Zhaoxue sends Bai Su to the door and leaves. Bai Su is worried about Han Zhaolin's escape. He doesn't sleep all night. He sleeps for a while before dawn. Later, he is awakened by the quarrel downstairs.

As soon as he goes downstairs, Han's father covers his heart and falls on the sofa. Han's mother turns white beside him. Han Zhaoxue looks for medicine in a panic

When Han's father was pushed into the emergency room, Han's mother was a little unstable. In the past two months, too many things happened one after another. Neither of the two sons was relieved. When they were old, how could normal people stand such a blow.

Han's mother holds the armrest beside her, and her body is about to fall. Han Zhaoxue comes forward to help her. Han's mother suddenly slaps him with her backhand.

The empty corridor, this slap is particularly loud, Bai Su was startled, subconsciously came forward to call "Ma".

Han's mother didn't answer. Red eyes pointed to Han Zhaoxue, "why do you want to let him go? Do you really want your brother to become a pervert?"

Bai Su's heart bulged and he said, "Mom, it's me."

Before she finished, she was interrupted by Han Zhaoxue, "he's not a pervert, he's your son, he's my brother, mom. It doesn't matter what other people say about him, but we can't. You always say that he's like a child and doesn't grow up, but I think it's the most responsible thing he's ever done in his life. He doesn't need your taboo with his father anymore. He grows up..."

Han's mother covered her mouth, sobbed, shook her head and choked, "no, I won't..."

It was not until Han's mother was arranged to have a physical examination that Bai Su had a chance to say a word to Han Zhaoxue.

"I let it go."

She pursed her lips and looked stubborn.

"What?"

Han Zhaoxue didn't hear clearly.

Bai Su bit his lip. "I let people go. Why do you admit it for me?"

Smell speech, Han Zhaoxue suddenly smile, eyes burning, "because I love, just like Zhaolin love Jimo, hate you to be scolded."

Bai Su's heart trembled. Just as he wanted to say something, the door of the ward was suddenly opened. The nurse said, "the patient's condition is not optimistic..."

Han Zhaolin took Ji Mo to the drugstore to buy anti fever medicine, and took people to the hotel all the way.

The two men were silent all the way. The door of the room was closed for a second, and Han Zhaolin pressed Ji Mo on the door, kissing his lips out of order.

Ji Mo rubs his hair, turns away from the guest and ignites the kiss completely.

Quiet room, no light, vision is limited, but the senses are more sensitive.

Two people eagerly take off each other's clothes, skin fit, feel each other's temperature, that anxious heart gradually return to the position.

Ji Mo's hand slides slowly along the texture of his back. His hot and dry mood is on the verge of breaking out. However, when he touches Han Zhaolin's waist, he suddenly flicks it away.

The air suddenly solidified. Han Zhaolin coughed and said in a low voice, "take a bath first." I turned on the light.

As soon as the light is on, there is nothing to hide, such as the green whiplash marks on Ji Mo's body.

Han Zhaolin Leng for a moment, the next second white face, "my father hit you?"

"How can," Ji Mo laughs, "Uncle Han won't do it to me. He didn't do a task before. He suffered some skin and flesh injuries. If it wasn't serious, he didn't care."

"Really?"

Han Zhaolin has some doubts. It seems that the trace was whipped out. Does the gangster use a whip without a knife?

"What are you doing?" Ji Mo turned around and took off his pants. "I took a bath first. I haven't touched the water for several days."

His voice was lazy and pleasant, and Han Zhaolin couldn't tell the truth for a moment.

Ji Mo's skill is too clear. If he doesn't like it, few people can touch him. If it's not father Han, who will it be? Is it really a gangster?

When he came out of the bath, Han Zhaolin took the medicine and gave it to him.

Ji Mo is exhausted these days. He lies down on the bed and let him play with him.

While he was applying the medicine, he counted the whole 28 lashes, and it was a few days ago. Some of the broken skin healed by himself, but the marks were still clear enough to imagine how painful it was at that time.

"More than 20 whip, still did not dodge?"

Han Zhaolin couldn't help asking.

Ji Mo blurs out, "um." Han Zhaolin looks over and finds that the other person has fallen asleep, but his brow is frowning. He seems to be uneasy in his dream.

When they wake up the next day, Ji Mo's fever subsides. After eating in the hotel, they go back to their room. Han Zhaolin lies on the bed and says to the ceiling, "let's elope and go out to hide for a while. My parents haven't seen me for a year and a half. Maybe they'll let go as soon as they feel sad. What do you think?"

Ji Mo moves to pause for a while, soft voice way, "you are willing?"