ruffian

Chapter 44

The moment the elevator door opened, he saw that the door of Mo Yancheng's house was wide open, and there were two men in black suits standing straight with their hands behind their backs guarding the door. Mo He stepped forward suspiciously, and said, "Excuse me, you... "

Before he finished speaking, he saw a hale and hearty white-haired old man walking out of Mo Yancheng's house, followed by Mo Chengcheng and Nan Mei and his wife. Mo He was stunned for a moment and asked, "Grandpa Mo, why are you here?"

Mo Zhiwei waved to him: "Little Mo, come in, come in, Grandpa Mo wants to ask you something."

Mo He nodded, followed the old man into Mo Yancheng's apartment.

It has been more than half a month since Mo Yancheng moved here, but this is the first time Mo He has entered Mo Yancheng, the home that is directly opposite him. The indoor scene is completely beyond his expectation, and can be described in four words. Description—it is empty, not to mention home appliances such as TVs and refrigerators, not even furniture such as sofas, tables and chairs, and there is only a two-meter-wide double bed in sight.

What's funny is that the bed sheets and quilts are still pink in the style of Peppa Pig, and in the whole huge apartment, this touch of pink is almost the only color. Looking around, except for the white walls, they are still white walls.

The whole apartment is not popular. Mo Yancheng seems to regard this place purely as a sleeping place, and all he needs is that bed. Looking at all this in Mohe's eyes, he felt a little distressed for no reason, and the only pink Very eye-catching.

Mo Zhiwei sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Mo He who was standing two steps away, and said, "Little Mo, do you know where this kid from Yancheng went?"

When Mo He woke up at Moxicheng's house early this morning, Mo Yancheng was already sitting at the table eating breakfast. The two walked out of Moxicheng's house together. Mo He rushed to the company, while Mo Yancheng said that he would go to the hospital to give Mo Xiao Sheng underwent a bone marrow transplant.

Is Mo Yancheng gone?how come?what happened?Where will he go?

Mo He shook his head and said, "Sorry, he didn't contact me. I don't know where he went. Before we parted, he said he was going to the hospital. Didn't he go?"

"He's gone, we saw him." Mo Chengcheng sighed, and hugged Nan Mei who was crying constantly beside him, "We pushed him too hard, and he ran away as soon as we turned around."

"Ahe, try to contact him and help Aunt Nan find him, please." Nan Mei grabbed Mo He's hand and looked at him pleadingly.

Mo He patted the back of Nan Mei's hand reassuringly, nodded, and said, "Aunt Nan, Yan Cheng is an adult, he has his own thoughts, can you give him some time? I will try to persuade him, He won't ignore Xiaosheng's place, don't worry."

"Little Mo," Mo Zhiwei stood up, walked over and patted Mo He on the shoulder, "I know that Yancheng kid has a stubborn temper, if you find him, tell him, we won't force him to accept it anymore What, what changes have been made. Over the years, we, the elders, have owed him, just let him come back, Xiao Sheng is his own sister, no matter what, it is important to save Xiao Sheng first."

"Okay, I'll tell him, Grandpa Mo, you don't have to worry too much." Mo He said.

After sending Mo Zhiwei and the others downstairs, Mo He returned to the apartment. The moment he entered the door, there was a slight noise from the living room.

Burglary?

Mo He's heart suddenly rose, he relaxed his movements, and walked towards the living room in the dark.

"Ahe, you are finally back." Mo Yancheng's slightly hoarse voice came from the darkness.

"Mo Yancheng?" Mo He touched the switch on the wall, turned on the light in the living room, and saw Mo Yancheng lying on his sofa in a daze, looking at himself with half-closed eyes, as if he had just woken up, " Why are you here? No, how did you get in?"

Mo Yancheng stretched a lot, sat up, scratched the back of his head, and said with a smile, "I opened the door with a key and came in."

The door lock of Mo He's house is a three-in-one password fingerprint key. He suddenly remembered that the spare key he had put on the bedside table in the bedroom was missing. He couldn't find it some time ago. The first time I came in, I took the sheep and touched it away.

Thinking of this, Mo He felt a little helpless, Mo Yancheng was really looking for opportunities to rely on him at any moment.

"Ahe, why are you leaving get off work so late today?" Mo Yancheng looked at the time and asked inexplicably.

Mo He walked over and sat next to him, fiddling with the tea set, and said while making tea: "I got off work on time, but I was delayed at the door of my house until now."

"At the door of the house?" Mo Yancheng chuckled, "You didn't move bricks and bricks at the door of the house for more than half an hour, did you? Or are you thinking about life?"

"To be precise, they entered from the door to the door." Mo He handed Mo Yancheng a cup of tea, "Grandpa Mo and the others found your house and said that you had disappeared."

"Did they pick the lock on my house?" Mo Yancheng jumped up suddenly, spilling the tea in his hand on the floor, making Mo He frown.

Mo Yancheng took out several pieces of paper in a hurry, and apologized while wiping the floor: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll delay for you later."

Mo He frowned, staring at the tile that had been wiped dry, raised his hand and pointed to the balcony: "The mop is on the balcony, mop it now."

"Hey, you really..." Mo Yancheng muttered softly and walked towards the balcony.

"They found a professional one, and your lock is not broken." Mo He took a sip of tea and said to Mo Yancheng who was mopping the floor, "It doesn't matter if it is broken, thieves can't get in cheap."

Mo Yancheng straightened up and looked at Mo He: "You went in?"

Mo He nodded: "Well, let's go in. Your house...is really shabby."

"It's quite shabby," Mo Yancheng shrugged and said with a smile, "but that's enough for me."

Mo He didn't speak, watched Mo Yancheng drag the whole living room of his house, and sat next to him again before speaking: "Yancheng, are you really living?"

Mo Yancheng paused with his hand raising the teacup, then drank the tea in one gulp, breathed a long sigh of relief, fixedly looked into Mo He's eyes, and said with 12 points of seriousness: "Isn't life just about living and living? Survive, I am alive, why am I not living?"

"Your life is a blank, relying on that touch of pink as the only mood." Mo He chuckled, "Is this kind of life interesting?"

"You're wrong, Ah He." Mo Yancheng held Mo He's hand hanging on one side, "I never need a colorful life, all I want is that touch of pink, I only want you."

Mo He's gaze fell on the back of Mo Yancheng's hand, and he clenched his fist unconsciously. He avoided Mo Yancheng's scorching gaze, and said softly, "I'm not here to discuss this topic with you."

"But I just want to discuss this topic with you. This topic is always on the sidelines between you and me." Mo Yancheng stretched out his hand and turned Mo He's face to himself.

Thousands of thoughts are brewing in Mo Yancheng's eyes, the black eyes are like a vortex rolled up in the center of the vast ocean, and Mo He is involved bit by bit, Mo He's heart suddenly flustered, obviously feeling that something is going on Crazy and clamoring to break through everything, it seems that he wants to push him into the vortex of Moyan City and let him fall completely.

Mo He hurriedly tried to break free from Mo Yancheng's grasp, but he couldn't prevent him from grabbing his waist. The next moment, Mo Yancheng's face moved closer, but Mo He's whole body stiffened, and he pressed against Mo Yancheng's shoulder, wanting to Pushing away his hand subconsciously clenched.

"Ahe, don't reject me again." Mo Yancheng's hoarse voice was full of three-point pleading and seven-point bewitchment, following Mo He's ear and crashing into his heart.

Even breathing became difficult. Just as Mo He looked away slightly, Mo Yancheng pecked and kissed lightly again. The seemingly invisible touch was extremely trembling. Mo He felt like he was going to be driven crazy. Gritting his teeth, he became serious: "Yancheng, I...uh..."

The words he made up his mind to say were blocked in his mouth by a strong kiss, and the throbbing brought about by the tip of his tongue was so seductive. After the resistance was invalid, Mo He wrapped his arms around Mo Yancheng's neck, and the acceptance and response instantly aroused Mo Yancheng attacked more forcefully, and the hand around Mo He's waist was even more forceful, making Mo He have the illusion that this man was about to crush himself.

I don't know who got up first, and I don't know how they moved into the bedroom. Without turning on the light, Mo He vaguely saw Mo Yancheng's bright, affectionate and lustful eyes through the faint light from the window. He knew that , I must have looked at Mo Yancheng with the same gaze.

The whole process was silent, neither of them spoke in tacit understanding, the sound of clothes rustling and buttons hitting the wooden floor was extremely clear, heavy panting came and went, and an uncontrollable moan overflowed from the throat. Charming, until dawn before gradually stopping.

Mo He opened his eyes amidst the soft sound of ceramics colliding. The marks all over his body, the pain all over his body and the strange feeling behind him declared the absurdity of the night. Let out a sigh of relief, but fortunately today is a rest day.

"Ahe, let's get up and eat something first." Mo Yancheng pushed open the door, walked to the bed, leaned down and kissed Mo He's forehead lightly, and said.

Mo He responded softly with "Yes" and turned over and got off the bed. When his feet landed on the ground, his legs couldn't help shaking. He gritted his teeth, but he didn't show any abnormality, and moved into the bathroom calmly.

After finding a comfortable angle and sitting down on the chair, Mo He took a sip of soy milk, looked at Mo Yancheng, and said, "Come home with me."

Mo Yancheng's hand holding the spoon froze, and looked up at Mo He in a daze. It took him a long time to find his voice: "You...you mean..."

"My mother's test, sooner or later." Mo He leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his arms, looked at Mo Yancheng with raised eyebrows, "how, do you dare?"

Mo Yancheng grinned and said, "Why not? I've been waiting for this moment for ten years."

"Really, then you have to take good care of it."

"Well, I will."