"Han Shao, what kind of girl did you say you were looking for, and you vomited at such a speed?"

I don't know who opened it, and I can't see it, so I can only keep my head down and squat there, and all I can see is the meal I just ate tonight that I vomited out by myself.

When my arm was dragged by someone, my head was dizzy, and before I could react, Han Mo's hand holding the tissue directly wiped the corner of my mouth: "Fu Yao, are you ashamed?"

I looked up at him in a daze, he was lowering his head, his eyes kept falling on the corners of my mouth, and there was no sarcasm in his dark black eyes, nor did he have the anger of the past, with a faint disgust.

As if noticing that I was looking at him, he suddenly raised his gaze slightly, and looked directly into my eyes.

I didn't expect him to suddenly look straight over like this, the gaze was too strong and direct, I couldn't stand it, I wanted to look away, but he had already turned away first, and the hand that was holding me suddenly pulled my hand down, and then walked to the group of people: "I'm just here to show my face tonight, you guys play."

Someone whistled, someone turned their heads sideways and didn't know what to say to the person next to them.

After saying that, he looked back at me: "Get in the car."

I was afraid that I would vomit again, and my face stiffened when I heard Han Mo's words.

But he had already walked to the car, opened the door and sat in.

I pursed my lips and got into the car, it was better to leave than to stay, it was better than him to let me follow him later.

It's just that he said he was here tonight to show his face, and I don't know if I should believe it or not.

If you believe, your heart will sink to the depths, and if you don't believe, it will be full of flowers.

But I was afraid that what came out was poppies, and I ended up poisoning myself.

I don't want to think about it so much, but the car that Han Mo drove over tonight was a sports car.

I can't think so much, the car has already restarted, and I realized that I forgot to wear my seat belt, and hurriedly fastened my seat belt.

Han Mo glanced sideways at me and sneered at me.

The speed of the car is much slower than when I came just now, although I just vomited, and it is not very comfortable, but it is already much better.

It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening, and I couldn't help but glance sideways at Han Mo: "Where are we going?"

"Eat a late-night snack."

He didn't look at me, and replied very reluctantly.

I didn't say anything more, looking down at my scarf.

When the car stopped, I realized that Han Mo was really here for supper, he had brought me here once before, more than a year ago, when he disliked those supper in the backstreets of my school.

People like Han Mo can meet and know people everywhere, and we just ran into a man as soon as we entered.

I haven't seen any, but they had a good conversation.

Although they were all polite greetings, Han Mo was rarely arrogant.

"Who is this?"

The man suddenly looked at me, and I was a little cramped.

In the past, I wouldn't be like this, at most I was a little nervous, but since Li Qian found me, I found that I had less and less ability to face anyone around Han Mo.

The man's gaze fell on me, not offended, very peaceful, as if Li Qian looked at me.

I felt as if something was clutching my throat, and I tried to hook my lips to laugh, but I found that I couldn't laugh at all.

Han Mo glanced sideways at me, smiled, and raised his hand to hammer the man's shoulder: "I'm in."

He didn't answer the man's question, the man obviously knew Han Mo's character, and he didn't ask, nodding: "Okay, another day."

After the man left, Han Mo's face changed back, a little gloomy.

I didn't know what was going on, I didn't know what to do, so I just followed him inside.

"What do you want to eat?"

I didn't really have much of an appetite, but I was also a little hungry because I vomited everything I had just eaten.

At the end, I ordered a porridge, and Han Mo looked at me with special contempt: "You eat so little in front of me, and it can't change your image of smashing me with a wine bottle."

“……”

The corners of my mouth twitched, but I didn't speak, but my face couldn't help but turn cold.

I especially hate Han Mo talking about this, really, because until now, I don't know if I was right or wrong in the first place.

I, Fu Yao, have never done so much to account, I won't regret what I've done, I won't regret what I've not done, after so many years, the only thing that can make me entangled is probably that I smashed Han Mo so unhesitatingly back then.

If I knew that so much was going to happen, I really don't know if I would be able to smash it down.

In other words, I shouldn't have smashed it in the first place, if I didn't smash it, there would be nothing.

I'm still me, Fu Yao is still Fu Yao.

At most, I'm having a little harder, but it's better than having a little pain now.

Han Mo ordered a lot of things, but I lowered my head and ate the porridge I ordered.

He had always eaten with speed and style, and in a short time he was almost eating.

Han Mo actually has one thing that is quite good, that is, there is no great extravagance and waste in eating, which is what I found when I went out to eat with him.

He ordered it himself, and he was able to eat it all.

But I couldn't finish it, the porridge was a bit big, I tried to eat two bowls, and there were two-thirds left.

After Han Mo finished eating, he leaned back on the chair and looked at me, obviously gloating.

I wanted to hold up an extra bowl of porridge, but I couldn't stand it anymore when he looked at it like this, so I put the spoon into the bowl and reached out to wipe my mouth with a tissue.

Not surprisingly, Han Mo directly stabbed me: "Waste."

I didn't say anything because I couldn't refute it.

"Didn't your stomach grow and eat so little?"

As he spoke, he moved the pot of porridge I had eaten to himself, and then took my spoon and ate it directly.

I looked at him in disbelief and opened my mouth to say something, but in the end I couldn't.

Really, whether it's true or not, there are some things, let's stay in the bottom of my heart and leave a little way out for myself.

Han Mo didn't finish my pot of porridge, but he ate more than half of it, and when he left, there was still a third of it, and he used this to scold me again when he checked out.

I looked at him, but I couldn't help laughing, and subconsciously reached out to hold his hand: "I didn't expect it to be such a big pot of porridge."

It was really a subconscious action, and it was only when he looked down at the two of us holding hands that I realized what I had just done.

I followed his gaze and looked at the hand I was holding, the whole person was stiff, and I was embarrassed to pull my hand back, but he held it tightly.

"Let's go first."

As he spoke, he dragged me out.

The wind outside was very strong, and just after eating the hot porridge, the body was still warm, and the palms that were being dragged by Han Mo were also warm.

At this point in time, there are basically no people on the road, only the wind blows "rattle".

The dry branches of the trees were blown to a "whoosh" sound, and the silent streets were a little scary.

Han Mo took a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and then looked at me with slanted eyes and some exaltation: "The lighter is in your pocket, help me light it."

I was just about to say, "Won't you yourself?" He took my hand and shook it.

The wind was so cold, but for some reason, my face was as hot as boiling water.

His coat pocket was warm, and I easily took out the lighter.

Han Mo was more than thirty centimeters taller than me, and he also consciously lowered his head and leaned in front of me.

It's just too close, and the fine hair sweeps my forehead like a feather.

I tartled the lighter, and the dark blue flame rose, and was extinguished by the wind at once.

Suddenly, he put his hand around my waist, and I was caught off guard and was hugged into his arms so straight, and before I could react, his words came from the side of my ear: "Come closer, the wind is strong."

My hands trembled slightly, and I lowered my head to rekindle his fire.

At this moment, the distance between the two of us is closer, and the shadow pulled out by the street lamp, I can't tell whether it is mine or Han Mo's, or, ours.

With a "ding", the flame lit up again.

Probably close, the wind was still so strong, and the flames were clearly extinguished, but not completely extinguished.

The hand I was holding loosened slightly, and I realized that he had let go of my hand and put on the cigarette, but the hand that was on me didn't let go.

He just exhaled like this, the distance between the two of them was only ten centimeters, and the smoke hit my face, choking me a little uncomfortable, and I couldn't help frowning.

He took two puffs, holding back the smoke, and the hand that had been pressing on my waist suddenly pressed on the back of my head, and then before I could react, he poured a puff of smoke directly into my mouth.

The smell of nicotine went straight down my throat, and some of it came out of my nose, and my tears were forced out, and I couldn't help but raise my hand and hammer his chest.

He didn't let go until all the smoke was in my mouth, and he left my lips, took a puff, and looked down at me coldly.

I couldn't breathe well, and I couldn't help but scold him while coughing: "Are you sick, Han Mo?!"

He sneered: "Aren't you quite capable?" Didn't everyone smoke that day? ”

He leaned at me, with a bit of anger, and I inexplicably felt a little short of breath, coughing and unable to say a word.

After half a ring, my anger calmed down, looking at him but I didn't know why I found that my vision was blurred, and I didn't want to open my mouth as if I had thousands of grievances, but I still couldn't help it: "I was very uncomfortable that day, Han Mo, really, very uncomfortable."

It was very uncomfortable, but what was even more uncomfortable was that he didn't know what I was uncomfortable with.