Mystery Lover: The President's Deep Favor

"I'm not willing to run out with you?" Han Zhaolin sat up and said, "do your parents know about us?"

"Yes."

Ji Mo didn't look at him.

"Then they didn't beat you?"

Han Zhaolin almost jumped up.

"I said a few words, but I didn't object to it," Ji Mo turned over the magazine in his hand. "The two elder brothers above me don't need me to carry on the family line. They are not so strict."

"Then you are really happy," Han Zhaolin limped back to bed. "I don't know when my father will agree."

Jimo action for a moment, raised his eyes, "if Uncle Han has not agreed?"

"No," Han Zhaolin said subconsciously, pondering for a few seconds. "They will agree."

Ji Mo doesn't speak any more and turns his back to him. Han Zhaolin can't see his expression. I don't know why. He is a little flustered.

After that, no one mentioned it again all day. They began to plan where to play. As a result, the next morning, when dining downstairs in the hotel, they suddenly saw a news that former Secretary Han of the municipal Party committee was critically ill and was being rescued in the hospital.

When he saw this news, Han Zhaolin's brain was blinded.

Ji Mo called him several times, and Han Zhaolin came back to his senses, and then pushed him away, stumbling toward the outside.

When Han Zhaolin arrived at the hospital, Bai Su just came to deliver food to Han Zhaolin. Han Zhaolin was stunned. The latter grabbed Han Zhaoxue and said hoarsely, "what's the matter with Dad, dad?"

Han Zhaoxue wiped his hand from his arm and glanced at him lightly, "sudden myocardial infarction."

"What's the matter now?"

"Not willing to cooperate with the treatment," Han Zhaoxue glanced at the Ji Mo behind him. "If you want to go, go far away and let him get sick?"

Han Zhaolin's face turned white and said in a hoarse voice, "let me go in and have a look at him."

"You can go in, but he," Han Zhaoxue pursed his lips, "I think the last thing dad wants to see at this time is him."

Ji Mo covered the corner of his lips and didn't speak.

Han Zhaolin fingers into the palm, turned to Jimo, pulled the corner of his mouth, whispered, "you go back first, I'll stay with my father for a while."

Ji Mo looks at him, Mou color is deep, for a while just light voice way, "I wait for you to come back."

Han Zhaolin pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a smile, "good."

Ji Mo seems to want to wait for such a response from him. After he said it, he felt at ease. Before leaving, Ji Mo took off the scarf from his neck and hung it on Han Zhaolin's neck. Without saying anything, he turned and left the hospital.

Han Zhaolin stood in the same place, until his back disappeared in sight, then turned into the ward.

Han's father had his ventilator plugged in. The lifeline on the instrument was beating weakly. When he heard the door open, he did not move.

Han Zhaolin closed the door and whispered "Dad."

Han's father recognized his voice, slightly stunned, slowly opened his eyes.

"Dad, I'm back."

Han Zhaolin's voice was choked, "I'm sorry."

Han's father was staring at him, and his emotion suddenly became excited. He waved his fingers and tried to remove the ventilator. The data on the instrument still fluctuated. She clearly heard his voice coming from the ventilator, and he said "go away"!

Han Zhaolin's face turned white

Jimo has been waiting in the hotel, from dark to dawn, a heart from hot to cold, he has made a choice, he touched the ring between his fingers, the heart suddenly hurt.

"Click -"

there is a sound from the door, and then the door opens. Han Zhaolin enters the door tired. Seeing Ji Mo, he is stunned for a moment and whispers, "I haven't slept yet."

Ji Mo eyebrows between the ice suddenly melt, showing a smile, said, "wait for you."

Han Zhaolin drooped his eyes and came over, "a Jimo embrace, covering his shoulder, low voice, sorry to let you wait so long."

"It doesn't matter," Ji Mo rubbed his hair, "how's uncle Han?"

"It's OK," Han Zhaolin lowered his eyes. "The doctor said it's not very serious, just cooperate with the treatment."

Jimo sighed, "that's good."

Han Zhaoxue didn't speak, so she always held him like a sloth.

Ji Mo helpless, "hungry?"

"Not hungry," Han Zhaolin hugged his neck and gave him a kiss at the corner of his lip. Then he kissed his chin and neck, and bit open his buttons one by one.

This is the first time that Han Zhaolin has taken such an initiative. Ji Mo's heart is very hot. He presses his head and gasps, "in the middle of the night, what's your feeling?"

Han Zhaolin tore open his shirt, raised his eyes on his eyes, coarsely said, "Jimo, follow me."

Jimo hand trembled, almost pushed him out, "what do you say?"

Han Zhaolin didn't speak any more. He pushed the man to the bed and bit him on his skin rudely.Jimo was immediately mobilized all emotions, excited, trembling, can not believe.

Men are creatures that can't stand plucking. Ji Mo is no exception, especially those who have loved it for more than ten years. If he can bear it, he is not a man.

The body is sound, but the heart does not know how, always fill in dissatisfaction, they seem to know that this is the last get along before dawn, so they are desperately to stay, but the dream is to wake up.

At dawn, Han Zhaolin took off his ring and put it on the head of the bed. His back turned to Ji Mo and said hoarsely, "my father helped me book a ticket to the United States. It will be two weeks later."

Ji Mo looked at his back and asked, "will you come again?"

Han Zhaolin's voice trembled, "maybe, I don't know."

"Then I'll go to you."

Ji Mo's voice is very light.

"I don't know where to fly. America is so big. Where do you look for it?"

"Then look for it slowly," Ji Mo's voice was hoarse, "day by day, month by month --"

"Ji Mo," Han Zhaolin called his name, and stopped for a few seconds. For a long time, he choked out, "we Forget it... "

When he left the hotel, Han Zhaolin almost ran away from the hotel. He had no hope of crying. He had talked about so many girlfriends, only Ji mo. when he left the hotel, he felt this heartbreaking feeling.

He did not dare to look back at Ji Mo's expression, did not dare to listen to his voice, he did not dare, he was afraid, even if he was just a look, his heart would shake.

Sorry, I'm not as brave as you after all.

After that day, Han Zhaolin had no news of Ji Mo any more. Han's father began to cooperate with the treatment. After a week's operation, everything seemed to settle down.

Every day, in addition to going to the hospital to see Han's father and accompany his daughter, he spent the rest of his time alone in his room, often staying all day.

He no longer likes to laugh, and he doesn't like to get together with his friends. Every morning, he will draw a line on his calendar and spend the whole day like this.

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