Mystery Lover: The President's Deep Favor

Han Zhaolin kicked him a foot, "you ya almost go, really when this is your training place."

Ji Mo scratched his feet for a while. Han Zhaolin was ticklish. He shrank back, blowing his beard and staring at him.

"I said here, you want to die tired of living, that's your business, don't involve others to suffer with you."

Ji Mo says to stand up, pull Han Zhaolin to go out.

"What are you doing? Let go."

"Shut up!" Ji Mo's face is tense and his tone is not good.

For three days, Han Zhaolin watched Han Zhaoxue so eagerly every day. He couldn't see anyone all day long. He was not so good-natured. If he didn't love this guy, he would not have been involved in such a mess.

"Shit, if you let go, I'll break my arm."

Ji mosong started and directly carried the man onto the car.

Han Zhaolin's face was flushed and dripping blood. While struggling, he cursed, "you're crazy. My brother is still upstairs."

"He doesn't have time for your business now."

Jimo cold face, closed the door, "if he is a man, he will take your sister-in-law back, instead of sitting like a coward complaining."

"How can you listen like a bandit?" Han Zhaolin squinted. "I didn't see who you robbed?"

Ji Mo smiles, "how, want me to rob you once?"

"Get out of here

After the joke, Han Zhaolin secretly looked at Ji Mo driving and whispered, "I'll ask you a question."

"Well."

"Well, you haven't liked girls before?"

"No

Han Zhaolin didn't believe it at all. He remembered that Ji Mo was popular when he went to school. "What about the object of your first spring dream?"

Jimo action, "you want to know?"

Han Zhaolin don't open an eye, "I'll ask casually, do you like to say or not."

Ji Mo smiles, "that doesn't say."

Han Zhaolin gritted his teeth, "do you really have it?"

Ji Mo low smile, "drive, don't move."

Han Zhaolin is angry and doesn't open his face. He thinks indignantly in his heart, which little bitch is it? I know it's not necessary to poke your face!

"Small five, we will be together for a lifetime."

Ji Mo suddenly opened his mouth, Han Zhaolin was stunned for a moment, and his fingers curled up uneasily, "Why say this all of a sudden?"

Ji Mo's eyes darkened, turning the steering wheel at the same time, "ask casually, you can't answer."

Han Zhaolin did not answer.

Jimo can not say is sad, or happy, at least not directly denied it.

Han Zhaolin's heart is very thick, but not all the time so thick, at least now, Ji Mo's eyes lost, with careful, he can see clearly, needle like, let him pain out of breath.

Down the window, cold wind drill came in, Han Zhaolin suddenly patted the window way, "stop and stop, I'm going to have something to do."

Ji Mo stops the car on the side of the road. Han Zhaolin jumps out of the car and enters the shopping mall.

Jimo opened the window, lit a cigarette and smoked.

Today, he is more uneasy than usual.

In the past, he and Han Zhaolin both avoided the topic of "future".

Han Zhaolin is not willing to think, he is afraid to think, he is not afraid of other people's eyes, he is afraid that Han Zhaolin is not firm enough.

He sometimes thinks that he might as well not provoke him. He knows that this person is just like drugs. Once he is contaminated, it is difficult to give up. However, he is fascinated.

He never expected Han Zhaolin to be as devoted to this relationship as he was. He was too young and had long-term personality. But he still thought, what if, if Xiaowu was looking forward to the future as well.

After a cigarette, he saw Han Zhaolin running out of the mall. He pressed the cigarette end to dispel the smell of smoke.

When Han Zhaolin got on the bus, he sniffed like a dog.

Ji Mo low smile, slapped him, "why?"

"You smoke again," Han Zhaolin glared at him, "two days a pack of cigarettes, lung smoke black, do not want to live?"

Ji Mo curved the lip corner, "do not smoke later."

"Trust you, boy."

Han Zhaolin said and coughed, "give me your hand."

Ji Mo looks at him strangely.

"If you bring it, you can bring it!"

Then he went up and took his hand.

Ji Mo is nearly 1.9 meters tall, and his knuckles are also slender.

He was born with a white skin. Even if he had been trained in the hot sun all the year round and got a sunburn, he would be able to cover it for a month or two in winter.

His fingers are long and white, fingers, palms are all rough calluses, that is a pair of standard men's hands.

Han Zhaolin never thought that one day, he would hold a man's hand and solemnly put a ring on each other.A chill between the fingers, Ji Mo looked over when the whole person was stunned.

He looked at Han Zhaolin's eyes, gradually become deep, tightly pursed his lips, did not say a word, so looking at him, it seems that there is always enough to see.

Han Zhaolin's old face was hot. Don't open your eyes and cough, "I didn't order it in advance. The size may be a bit inappropriate. You know my economy, and you can't afford to buy one too expensive. I'll make do with it. When I'm rich in the future, we'll find a foreign designer to customize one for you."

He said for a long time that Ji Mo didn't respond. He couldn't help beating the drum.

"Why, you don't like it."

Ji Mo still did not speak.

Han Zhaolin was a little embarrassed and wanted to snatch it. "You don't like to give it back to Laozi. It's good to buy it, but you can also pick and choose --"

before he finished his words, Ji Mo suddenly pressed the back of his head and kissed him without warning.

Han Zhaolin was stunned, pinched his shoulder and scolded, "I shit, the window is not closed, you are crazy!"

That kiss is very short, only the lips touch, and then will embrace a person into the arms, greedily sniff the taste of his body, Jimo hoarse way, "you son of a bitch, how do you say I am so rare to you?"

Han Zhaolin's ears were hot and he yelled, "you don't want me to say dirty words, but you're very eloquent!"

Ji Mo laughs and picks up a handful of his hair. He says, "is it that catchy?"

"Mr. Ji, it's not enough to teach me Sanda at ordinary times. Now you want to tell me something about my Chinese level. You like to have a culture. Find a doctor. I'm on this level. Do you like it or not?"

Jimo kisses him on the face, "go, take you to eat delicious food."

"French food?"

"Big waist by the street."

"Pooh, I'll have red wine and steak!"

The car here is not closed. The owner of a car parked next to him saw their conversation and action just now. Finally, he couldn't help swearing, "shit, there are fags everywhere."

Han Zhaolin suddenly blew his hair, "what the hell are you spraying? What's the matter with my falling in love?"

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