"How can this Han Mo be a stingy person, just because of such a thing, from the living room sofa to the dining table to the bathroom to the study, and finally when I went back to the room, I thought he had finally let me go, and when he put me on the bed, he said to release the water.

I was lying on the bed, and I was running out of breath.

After a while, Han Mo came out of it and walked in with me in his arms.

The bathtub was already full of water, and I felt like I was alive when he put me down.

"What are you doing?!"

I just didn't expect Han Mo to be endless, so I sat in by myself.

I knew what he wanted to do, and I raised my hand to push him: "I don't want it, I'm so tired."

"Didn't you eat pretty well today, and you consumed it so quickly?"

"Uh-huh——!"

As he spoke, he just barged in.

"Han Mo!"

"You call me, anyway, I'll think you're encouraging me."

“……”

I really didn't think Han Mo was so shameless before, and he could actually say it like this.

Han Mo really tossed me miserably, and I didn't even have the strength to lift my hand when he fished it out of the bathtub.

He finally let me go, probably because he was in a good mood after he was satisfied, and helped me put on my pajamas, then stuffed me into the quilt, and then kissed me: "Sleep."

Actually, I don't need to say that I can sleep too, and I can't open my eyes anymore.

"Fu Yao."

He called me when he was out of the shower and went to bed, and I actually heard it, but I didn't have the fortitude to answer him.

He didn't ask me what Han Qing told me, and I didn't ask him how to solve the matter of Zhanbo.

He didn't say it, I didn't ask, and he just pretended that no one knew anyone's business.

But I know I have a thorn in my heart that hurts from time to time.

December has arrived, and the year will soon pass.

Looking back, I didn't expect so many things to happen.

Xue Jiaying told me that the seventh was Jiang Feiyi's birthday, and I asked her what she would give to Jiang Feiyi, and she said she hadn't thought about it.

I didn't think about it well, thinking about people like Jiang Feiyi, who don't lack anything, it's really the most difficult to give gifts.

Turning around, I asked Han Mo, "You and Ji Yunshen, what do you give as a gift?" ”

He was reading a financial magazine, and he didn't even look up when he heard me: "A car, or a house, or a woman."

“……”

Either way, I can't afford to give it away.

He finally realized that something didn't seem right with my question, and he looked up at me rarely, frowning, "Why did you ask this question all of a sudden?"

I pursed the corners of my lips: "Jiang Feiyi's birthday is five days away, and I haven't thought about what to give."

"Hmm."

He mumbled, and said nothing else.

I thought he would give some advice, and it turned out to be just one word. I couldn't help but tug him, and just as he wanted to speak, his phone rang.

I was stunned for a moment, he had already raised his hand to answer the phone.

He wasn't afraid of me at all, and he didn't know who called, Han Mo didn't say a few words, and I saw him hang up the phone.

And then all of a sudden he stood up: "Come on, go out to eat at night."

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled me up.

"Where to eat? It's only three o'clock now, so there's no need to be in such a hurry, right? ”

"Well, I'll help you deliver a gift, it's almost over, go out at five o'clock."

With that, he dragged me back to my room.

"What are you sending - hmm!"

"Let me tell you what is the happiest to give to Jiang Feiyi?"

He took off his clothes as he spoke, I knew that Han Mo must have to spit out indecent words in his mouth again, so he hurriedly pushed him away: "Don't make trouble, I'll have to go out to eat later!"

He kissed me for a while, but he didn't mess around anymore, pulled the laptop on the sofa to his lap and turned it on, and then reached out and hugged me: "Jiang Feiyi likes to collect Swiss small army knives, and go online to see if there are any collectors."

I was stunned for a moment: "How do you know so much?"

He glanced at me, a little disgusted: "Do you think I am you?"

"Huh."

I really didn't expect Jiang Feiyi to have such a bloody hobby of collecting, and I didn't know what was good about that knife, so he actually went to collect it.

However, compared to Han Mo's hobby of hiding cars, I think Jiang Feiyi is a little more reliable, after all, his hobby is still quite common.

But what Han Mo found for me was not a civilian price at all, it was thousands of dollars at every turn, and when converted into RMB, this money also made me feel distressed.

After all, there are so many hundreds of thousands in my card now, and it costs tens of thousands to buy a birthday gift at every turn, which is a little distressing.

But Han Mo obviously didn't realize this problem all along, and he specially selected those private ones for me, and the price was still expensive.

It is said that this knife is the earliest batch, which was used exclusively by the soldiers of that year, and Jiang Feiyi estimated that there was none. ”

I took a look, and I couldn't see the reason except for the sense of age, but I almost exploded when I saw the price: "This knife is going to heaven!"

"You know what! Jiang Feiyi's collection is all top-notch, and his collection of that series is not the best, you just buy hundreds or thousands, and he doesn't even look at it. ”

"But—"

He looked at me and scoffed, "Won't you swipe your card if you give it to you?" ”

"That's different, I'm going to give a gift, can it be the same with your money?"

Han Mo suddenly put the computer down, and then pressed me closer: "What, you say it again?"

I didn't think there was anything wrong with my words, but Han Mo's eyes and face obviously told me that I had just said the wrong thing.

I pursed my lips and repeated what I had just said: "That's your money, but it's a gift from me, so-"

"What my money, your money, Fu Yao, you are looking for death, right?"

I was stunned for a moment, not thinking that there was any logical problem with this statement at all.

"I'm not wrong, that's you-hmm! Han Mo! Hmm-later, yet, and-"

"Don't be afraid to be late!"

“……”

I shouldn't overestimate Han Mo's cheekiness, this person is simply shameless.

I don't know what time Han Mo and the others have made an appointment, but I don't dare to put on makeup, so I changed my clothes and went out with him.

It was already past six o'clock when he went out, and it was dark, and Han Mo was driving the car on the side without realizing that he was late, just like an uncle.

It's not my friend anyway, and I don't care about him anymore.

I didn't sleep at noon, I was troubled by Han Mo for more than an hour, and now I'm a little tired, so I just close my eyes and sleep for a while.

When I was woken up by Han Mo, it was already completely dark outside, and when I got out of the car, I was still a little blind, he led me to the farm, and I only reacted when I saw a table of people.

I have seen some of them, and when he and Xu Ran got married, there were some that I hadn't seen.

In addition to Han Mo, there were a total of five men, three of whom brought female companions, and two of them came by themselves.

"Fu Yao."

Han Mo said concisely, and pulled me to sit in my seat as he spoke.

Han Mo introduced me to the five men present, three of whom I had seen were Yang Ziyan, Song Jiaming, and Lu Qi; There are two others I haven't seen, named Li Yao and Xu Yanshen.

It could be seen that they were all quite familiar with Han Mo, and after saying hello, they came over directly with a bottle of wine: "Don't say anything, old rules!"

It was the first time I had attended a meeting like theirs, and I had no idea what the rules were.

Just looking at the bottle of liquor in front of him, he couldn't help but glance sideways at Han Mo.

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow, but didn't explain: "Okay, the old rules are the old rules."

"I just like Han Mo, you are so simple, I don't want Song Jiaming, I make excuses every time!"

Lu Qi said and opened the bottle for Han Mo.

As soon as I understood something, Han Mo drank the bottle directly into his mouth.

I couldn't help but reach out and pull Han Mo, and motioned with my eyes if he could stop drinking.

He looked at me, looked up, and in a few moments drank it all.

I looked at the empty bottle and couldn't help but say, "Can you ask for a bottle of milk, his stomach is not very good."

I know that I can't stop Han Mo from drinking, but it makes him lose face, and now that he has drunk it, he can only ask for some milk to pad him, in case he drinks it later, at least he can hold it out.

"Tut-tut, Han Mo, it seems that you have had a good life this day, and you have drunk milk."

"Oh, you can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour, terrible single dog."

Han Mo stretched out his hand and hugged me directly, without any face.

I sighed slightly, raised my hand and pinched his waist, signaling him to restrain a little.

I don't know if I was a little drunk just after drinking a bottle of white in one go, Han Mo didn't say anything, and told me to pinch him: "What are you pinching me for?" Again, I'm not wrong. ”

My old face couldn't help but blush, I didn't want to care about him anymore, and lowered my head to chat with Yang Ziyan's female companion on the side.

As I thought, this group of people let Han Mo drink at the beginning, and it was impossible not to drink it later.

But it wasn't a horrible drink, and our lady just drank a little red wine.

I don't understand what they are talking about, anyway, I just listen to it by Han Mo's side.

Occasionally, I don't know what I said, but suddenly I clink glasses, and in the end, everyone has found the price.

Han Mo drank the most, but his alcohol consumption has always been good, and I can't tell if he is drunk or not.

When he was waiting for the substitute driver, he suddenly bowed his head and kissed me: "Fu Yao."

I thought he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything, kissed me and stood there with me in his arms.

When I returned to the apartment, I realized that Han Mo was drunk, I cooked the decanting soup, and he was still sitting on the sofa to be fine, but it was a little obvious after drinking the decanting soup.

Holding me like a child, he didn't let go, calling my name again and again, and he didn't speak.

However, Han Mo couldn't easily see that he was drunk, so he hugged me and pulled me into his arms, and his hand touched my hair again and again.

But I know he's drunk.