"What's the matter with you, can you walk?!"

The boy I bumped into looked at me with an unhappy face, and I came back to my senses at this time, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I was distracted just now."

The boy looked at me, didn't say anything, and just left.

I raised my hand and rubbed the shoulder that I had just been hit, and Han Mo had already walked up to me: "Eat."

His words were concise and to the point, not an inquiry, but an order that there was no way to refuse.

I couldn't help frowning, very embarrassed: "Han Shao, I'm going to sing at night."

Han Mo looked at me and frowned slightly, obviously very dissatisfied, he was dissatisfied with me, there was no way to do it, I was telling the truth, and it was not a lie.

"Take a leave of absence."

He looked at me for a few seconds and gave the order.

I pursed my lips, "But—"

"Take a leave of absence."

His attitude was resolute, and I didn't want to quarrel with him on the school road at this time, so I had to take out my mobile phone and call Brother Hao.

Fortunately, the bar I'm going to go to today is "Mei", and the manager Brother Hao and I can talk fairly well and are relatively easy to talk to.

But despite this, he still scolded me, because the resident singer who staggered with me today just didn't have time, I thought about it and recommended my sister to the past, which is the only way I can think of the best of both worlds.

Han Mo said that he was going to eat, but I knew that he couldn't just ask me to go to dinner.

So I didn't say much during the whole process, and he didn't care about me, so he ordered a few dishes and ate them slowly.

I sat across from him, trying to play with my phone, but I didn't feel good, bored, and finally had to hold the chopsticks and hold on to a bowl of rice.

I don't really have a big appetite, it's just a snack and a multi-meal type.

I only ate a bowl of wonton noodles an hour ago, and at this time, I was already a little uncomfortable with another bowl of rice.

But Han Mo suddenly spoke at this time: "Didn't you say that you have eaten?"

He is a very good man, because when I was asked to order food just now, I said that I had already eaten it, so I didn't need to eat it. Now that he saw that I had eaten another bowl of rice, he began to bury me.

I smiled wryly and didn't answer.

Han Mo didn't eat slowly, and he didn't eat much, just two bowls of rice, ordered three dishes and one hot, and there was almost half left.

It's really rich people who don't know the pain of not having money, just come to such a good place to eat, but after ordering so much, you can't eat half of it.

I don't know if I was scared of hunger when I was young, every time Zhao Miao and I went out to eat, the two of us had a tacit understanding to stop in moderation.

Ordering food will never start with several dishes, if there is not enough to eat later, and if we accidentally order too much, we will get used to eating before leaving even if we die.

This obsessive-compulsive disorder makes me feel miserable looking at the dishes on the table now, but Han Mo has obviously put away the chopsticks and doesn't want to eat them anymore.

I endured it, but I couldn't hold back, and picked up the chopsticks to try to solve it a little.

Han Mo was wiping the corners of his mouth, and suddenly a look came over, my hands trembled, and I looked up at him with some embarrassment.

It was rare that he didn't sarcastically mock me, raised his eyebrows, and his attitude was casual: "Really haven't eaten enough?"

It was rare for Han Mo to ask me questions so seriously and without half a bit of ridicule and sarcasm, and the beef that had just been chewed a few times was so hard to get stuck in his throat.

I couldn't even look at Han Mo, so I choked on tears and hurriedly reached out and took the already cold soup on the side and poured it down.

"Heh, what's your reaction?"

I was really afraid that I would be choked to death, so I didn't dare to eat anymore after collecting the chopsticks, and looked up at Han Mo: "I'm not used to having so many things left."

"It's a rare good habit, so it seems that it's easy to raise you."

It's rare that he didn't step on me, and he even praised me when he said something.

I looked at the man in front of me a little flattered, and I really wanted to reach out and pick at his face, whether it was real or fake.

I always felt that the person in front of me was just a person wearing Han Mo's mask, he wasn't like this before, and I could almost imagine how he would have sarcastically mocked me if he had done it before.

And Han Mo said this sentence -

I bowed my head, not daring to look at him again. His eyes fell on the pattern of the cloth, and he tried to pant and steady his breathing.

"Do you still eat it?"

Today's Han Mo talks a bit too much, and it's not normal.

Every sentence was unexpected, like this one, I really can't believe it came out of his mouth.

I looked up at him in surprise, stunned, and nodded halfway through, then quickly shook my head: "Don't eat it."

I can't eat it now.

He glanced at me, reached out and took the coat hanging on the back of the chair and put it on the crook of his arm: "Okay, let's leave without eating."

I knew that this was the point of Han Mo's search for me, so I quickly picked up the backpack on the side and stood up and walked out behind him.

Han Mo probably really changed his sex, the cars he drove in the past few days were not open-top, they were relatively low-key, not so coquettish, and the speed was a lot slower, at least within the range I could bear.

When the car drove into the villa area, I couldn't help but glance sideways at Han Mo, as if he guessed my reaction, he also turned his head to look at me: "Afraid that I will eat you?"

When Han Mo said this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he smiled casually, but there was no stinging contempt and sarcasm in the past.

I wouldn't answer that, so I just smiled wryly and didn't say anything.

The car stopped in front of a villa, and I couldn't help but be stunned when I looked at it, and suddenly I was a little scared.

Han Mo had done too many bad things to me, and he was suddenly taken to this villa that I was completely unfamiliar with and had never been to, and I couldn't think of the worst.

He had already gotten out of the car, and he was standing on the side where he got out of the car, looking at me through the window: "Don't you want to get off?"

Han Mo raised his eyebrows, I always felt that the end of not getting out of the car was even more tragic than the end of getting out of the car.

After weighing the pros and cons, I pulled the car door and got out of the car.

I have known Han Mo for more than a year, and I haven't gotten along much often, but every time it's almost a life-and-death process, and in the end, it's my death.

It is indeed rare to have a peaceful journey like today.

Things haven't gotten to the point where you have to quarrel or quarrel with him, so let's see what he wants to do first.

I got out of the car and walked to Han Mo, he glanced at me, didn't speak, retracted his gaze and walked forward.

Han Mo knocked on the door, and without saying anything, someone came to open the door soon.

The villa is not big, at least it is a lot worse than the mansion I imagined Han Mo should live in.

The first floor was the parlor, but he led me around the back of the stairs, and before I could speak, a door opened behind the stairs.

Ji Yunshen walked out of it, smiled when he saw me, and then stretched out his hand to me: "Meet Miss Fu again."

I was stunned, and I couldn't help but look at the place where he had just walked out.

If I'm not mistaken, it's the vault underneath.

I nodded, "Mr. Ji." ”

He glanced at me meaningfully, and then his gaze fell on Han Mo: "Since you're here, then I won't play."

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Han Mo directly ripped him open, and then entered the door.

It was indeed an underground vault, with more than ten stairs to go down, and because the lights were bright enough, it was not as dark and unclear as some of the underground vaults on TV.

I followed behind Han Mo, not knowing what he wanted to do.

There are two rooms inside, and there is a very strong smell of red wine, which I think is a wine store, and the other one, the door is closed, and I don't know what is inside.

Han Mo glanced back at me: "Come in."

So saying, he pushed open the door and entered.

I nodded, lifted my legs and walked in after him.

"Han Shao!"

There were two men guarding the door, and as soon as we entered, we heard the respectful shout.

I was taken aback, and Han Mo walked in without changing his face.

It was only then that I noticed that there were two people trapped inside, tied to the chair, but both of them had their heads down, and I couldn't make out who they were.

Han Mo glanced back at me, and then looked at the two people guarding the door: "Dizzy?"

One of them shook his head and pulled a bucket from the side, if I was not mistaken, ice water, for I could clearly see the cold air coming up.

The man directly picked up the ice water and poured it down on the two people.

"Ah——!h

A shrill female voice came, and the drooping heads of the two men lifted up to look at us.

When I saw people clearly, I couldn't help but be stunned, it turned out to be Brother Xiong and Mingyan.

No wonder these two people didn't come to me these days, probably because they knew that they were in big trouble, so they went into hiding.

Mingyan was obviously stiff when he saw me, looked at me for a while, and then looked at Han Mo for a while, and didn't say anything.

It was Brother Xiong, his eyes lit up when he looked at me: "Miss Fu! It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! You explain it to Han Shao, Miss Fu! ”

This kind of attitude is completely different from when I was forced to go with them in the bar. If it weren't for the rope, I guess he would have knelt down and kowtowed to me.

In this world, it is indeed a mountain that is higher than a mountain, and it is also a thing descending from a thing.

Brother Xiong was arrogant in front of me, but in front of Han Mo, he was like a grandson.

I pursed my lips and didn't speak.

Han Mo, who was on the side, suddenly spoke: "Misunderstanding? What kind of misunderstanding, I would like to know what kind of misunderstanding it is. ”

I glanced at Han Mo, although he was smiling, the smile on his face was not real at all.

I've seen too many expressions like this, and people who don't know think Han Mo is laughing, but I know that Han Mo is obviously angry.

But obviously Brother Xiong didn't know, he probably thought this was an opportunity, "Han Shao, I really didn't know that Miss Fu was your person!" This is really a big flood that washed the Dragon King Temple! It's all Sakura, it's all this woman, Han Shao, I'm also in the dark about this matter. ”

"Really?"

Han Mo sneered and turned his head to look at me.