Hearing this, Zhao Qingwu understood that he was not qualified to say that he loved Mo Qinghan at all, and his love was simply the tip of the iceberg compared to He Zheyu.

He Zheyu said: "It's not that the word 'love you' comes out of your mouth, it means that you really love." ”

Just as He Zheyu took a few steps towards the door, Zhao Qingwu's voice sounded behind him: "You'd better keep holding her hand and don't let her get separated from you, if you let go of her one day, then I will not hesitate to take her out of your world." ”

He Zheyu just replied coldly: "Solve the problem between you and Yurou first, don't let her trouble finding a girl every day at school." With that, he left.

Leaving Zhao Qingwu to sit alone in the boxing ring.

When he got home, He Zheyu gently opened the bedroom door, and before anyone entered, there was the sound of Mo Qinghan's steady breathing in his sleep, a little happy smile on his face, and he turned around and went to the bathroom.

After washing, He Zheyu was afraid that the sound of the hair dryer would wake up Mo Qinghan, so he wet his hair, poured himself a small half glass of red wine, and then sat down on the sofa in the living room, as soon as the wine glass in his hand was placed on the coffee table, He Zheyu saw Mo Qinghan wearing his white shirt, the loose clothes unbuttoned the button to the third, the waist-length hair was a little messy, barefoot, sleepy eyes looked at He Zheyu for a few seconds After a few seconds, the two said in unison: "What's wrong with your face." “

Mo Qinghan shrugged his shoulders and wrote lightly: "I was beaten by someone else's pretense of becoming a rival in love." “

"Oh~" He Zheyu's 'oh' word dragged on a little long, and he also knew that the person who beat Mo Qinghan would not have a second person besides his high-flying niece.

Then he asked, "You didn't call back." “

Mo Qinghan thought of using the kiss marks on his neck to stimulate He Yurou When he thought of her helpless expression, he also slapped her happily, so he cleared his throat and said, "You haven't told me how you got your face!" “

He Zheyu said with a smile: "That's really unfortunate, I was beaten by a true enemy." “

Mo Qinghan saw that He Zheyu was talking and laughing with her, that is, the result of the matter should be within his expectations, and she also learned from He Zheyu's appearance 'Oh~' for a long time, and at the same time walked to He Zheyu's side, sat on He Zheyu's lap, hooked He Zheyu's neck with both hands, and said sweetly: "Then he must be more serious than you!" “

"Isn't it heartache?"

Mo Qinghan withdrew a hand that hooked He Zheyu's neck, his fingers gently stroked his somewhat red and swollen face, and said in response: "Aren't you in pain?" “

He Zheyu hooked the corners of his mouth, and a charming smile poured into his heart: "If I say it hurts, do you have painkillers?" “

Mo Qinghan tilted his head, and a crisp voice sounded immediately: "Of course! ”

He Zheyu wanted to see what tricks the little wild cat sitting in his arms was playing, and said very cooperatively: "I'm so painful!" Give me painkillers! ”

Mo Qinghan looked shy, reached out and took a sip of the red wine from the cup on the coffee table in his mouth, and before He Zheyu could react, Mo Qinghan's moist lips came over and put the wine in his mouth along He Zheyu's lips and tongue.

immediately left He Zheyu's lips, but the distance between the two lips was still very close.

The corners of He Zheyu's mouth flashed a shallow smile, the collar of Mo Qinghan's shirt was already a little low, such a distance allowed He Zheyu to have an unobstructed view of the scenery on Mo Qinghan's chest, and his eyes when he looked at Mo Qinghan became much deeper, and there was a little resentment in his tone: "Girl, you are in Wang Yuanhuo." ”