He probably didn't expect me to say such a thing all of a sudden, and probably didn't expect that I would just look at him and cry.

No matter how much trouble I had with Han Mo before, I never looked at him crying like this.

Han Mo looked at me obviously stunned for a moment, then took a hard puff of his cigarette and didn't look at me again: "Go back."

As he spoke, he took me by the hand and walked forward.

I looked at his back and was dragged away by him.

It's really uncomfortable, and there is not a word of comfort.

He stuffed me into the car and got straight into the car, which was fast at first, but slowed down in a few seconds.

I covered my mouth and finally breathed a sigh of relief, I was afraid that he would turn what I had just eaten upside down again.

Han Mo seemed to like this hotel very much, no matter where we were, he always liked to go to this hotel.

He dragged me inside, this time omitting the registration steps.

I knew what was going to happen next, and it wasn't the first time, but Han Mo had never been so urgent.

When the door opened, he pressed me directly behind the door, he wore a lot of clothes in winter, he pulled my scarf, I was a little suffocated by the scarf, and couldn't help but reach out and pull his hand away: "I can't breathe!"

He glared at me, "Is your scarf tied in a dead knot?" ”

I glared back at him angrily, and raised my hand to take out the part of the scarf that I had stuffed in from the back, and untied it in circles.

Before I could finish untying it, she reached out and tore my scarf away and threw it away, bowed her head and kissed it.

Zhao Miao is right, there is no right or wrong in love.

I love Han Mo, so let me be selfish.

I've never longed for him so much, and I don't even know if the crazy and presumptuous self is still not me.

The heart beats fast, and with every rising wave, it seems to jump out at any moment.

I hugged Han Mo, he was right in front of me, every inch was in front of me, and I could clearly feel his body temperature and his pulse.

This kind of sincerity made me want to cry, in fact, I couldn't hold back, he was so fierce, I also opened my mouth to bite his shoulder fiercely, and the tears that fell uncontrollably slid from my cheeks to my mouth, bitter and astringent, just like my feelings for Han Mo.

I'm just scared that in the end, it will be my own one-man show.

"Fu Yao."

Han Mo opened his mouth and called out to me, all his strength was wrenched in my body, and I felt as if I was about to be embedded in his flesh and blood.

If I could, I'd rather be able to embed myself in his flesh.

Then even if he wants to get rid of me, he will at least have to go through a flesh-cutting pain.

It seems like a long time, and it doesn't seem to be long.

I'm very conflicted, I want him to let go of me, but I'm afraid that he will let go of me, I don't know if everyone is like this. When you hug, you are afraid that you will be too strong, and when you are separated, you are afraid that you will not be able to hug again.

I am like that now, I don't want him to let go of me, but I am afraid of his stormy attack.

But he let go of me anyway because the bedside phone rang.

I saw him look at me, then look sideways at me, pick up the phone and walk to the window with my coat on.

"It's me, what's the matter?"

He just said that, and I couldn't hear the rest of it, because it wasn't what he said.

I looked at his back, raised my hand and pulled the clothes on the side of my body, and draped them into the bathroom.

His legs were a little weak, and he accidentally hit the door, Han Mo glanced back at me, but it was too far away, and I couldn't see his expression clearly.

I didn't want him to see my expression, some things, once was enough, it was like crying so cowardly in front of him.

I hurriedly raised my hand to close the door, separating everything, from his sight, and from my embarrassment.

The hot water poured down from the top of my head and hit my face, blurring my vision.

It's okay to tell what tears are and what hot water is.

"Fu Yao, open the door."

I was stunned for a moment when Han Mo knocked on the door, I didn't expect him to tell me to open the door.

"I'm taking a shower."

"Open the door."

He kicked the door irritably, I froze for a moment, hesitating whether to open the door, and Han Mo's voice came again: "Fu Yao, say it again, open the door!"

The anger in the voice was very heavy, I was obviously fine just now, but I was angry again for some reason, I didn't know what was going on, so I could only turn off the water, pull myself wrapped in a scarf and pull the door open.

"What are you doing!"

As soon as the door was loosened, he pushed the door in, tossed his clothes aside, and then reached over and pulled the scarf on my body.

He looked down at me with a grim expression on his face: "you!"

"Are you sick? What nerves do you have! ”

I raised my hand to push him, but he didn't say a word, just ripped off my scarf, then turned on the shower, pulled me underneath, and came in without saying a word.

I didn't expect Han Mo to be so sudden, and he was so sudden, obviously it had something to do with the phone call just now.

I wanted to ask, but I found that I didn't even have a position to ask, and this embarrassment made me extremely uncomfortable.

All of a sudden, he lifted my legs, and I looked up at him in a daze, and before I could react, he rushed in again, like crazy.

Han Mo was crazy, really crazy.

I was pressed against the wall by him, and it hurt me to hit the wall, and I kept begging for mercy, but he didn't seem to hear it.

I found that it was useless for me to beg for mercy, and finally raised my hand and grabbed his arm, and with all my strength, he made me uncomfortable, and I made him uncomfortable.

He and I never seemed to be able to escape the torture of each other, even though I had lowered my posture, we still tortured each other like this.

From the beginning to the present, it has never changed.

I have never found myself so sad, so sad that I don't even have a chance to be sad.

In the end, I had no strength at all, and if Han Mo hadn't taken me with him, I would have fallen to the ground directly.

Luckily, he still had a little conscience and carried me back to bed.

Sometimes it's a good thing to be stuck, because then you don't have to think about so many things.

It's like now, when I was thrown on the bed by Han Mo, I could fall asleep with my eyes closed.

When he reached out and rolled up to me, I didn't have the heart to resist, and I fell asleep with my eyes closed.

It's just that I didn't sleep well, and the past was constantly replaying like a movie, and I didn't know if I was asleep or not.

It's a particularly torturous thing, half-asleep, tossing and turning.

Rolling and forwarding side.

Han Mo was not on the bed, I opened my eyes instantly, reached out and touched the empty position on my side, even the sheets were cold.

I sat up subconsciously, there was no light in the room, but I still saw Han Mo at first sight.

He was sitting on the couch, smoking, and I could still smell the smoke from a short distance, not heavy or thick, but just enough for me to smell it.

He probably noticed my gaze and suddenly looked up.

There was not enough light in the room, and I only knew that Han Mo was looking at me, but I didn't know what his expression was, and I didn't know what his eyes were like now.

He just looked at me, and neither of us spoke, just silent.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly he raised his hand and beckoned to me: "Come here."

It was still dark outside, and I couldn't see anything clearly, so I pursed my lips and put on my bathrobe and walked over.

The heating in the room was fierce, so you don't have to worry about getting cold, and your feet are carpeted and fluffy when you fall on the ground.

I walked over with my legs up, sat down on the couch across from him, and looked straight at him.

"My mom is looking for you?"

He reached for his cigarette and pressed it against the cigarette ashtray and looked down at me.

I froze, I didn't expect him to ask such a question, and my hands at my side were tightly pulled together, and my heart felt as if I was being pulled tightly, and it was difficult to breathe.

"Yes."

I gritted my teeth, but finally I spat out a word.

"Gave you five million?"

He just looked at me, and I finally saw his eyes clearly, but I didn't seem to see clearly, because it was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything.

"Yes."

The hot air rushed up from my throat, straight into the depths of my throat, and I kept my eyes open and didn't let myself move.

I can't move, I move, and I'm even more embarrassed in front of him.

He retracted his body and leaned back on the sofa, took another cigarette, lowered his head and lit it, took a puff, and slowly exhaled the smoke before he spoke: "It's okay."

Okay?

Hahaha, I really can't help but want to laugh!

I really don't know what Han Mo's "okay" means!

What is "good", what is "good", "good" what?!

But he was smoking, apparently not continuing to speak.

I looked at him and couldn't help but smile, "Han Mo." ”

"Huh?"

He greeted me nonchalantly, his eyes falling on me through the smoke, and I couldn't tell the real from the fake.

"Do you particularly look down on me?"

I asked it, and after holding back for so long, I finally couldn't help but ask.

He obviously didn't expect me to ask such a question all of a sudden, and was visibly stunned for a moment, the cigarette was clipped to his hand, and he didn't move for a long time, and a small pinch of soot had already accumulated.

He didn't speak, but I already knew the answer.

"Haha."

I tilted my head and smiled, letting the tears flow back before I looked at him: "It's nothing, I myself look down on myself."

Looking down on myself, knowing that you look down on me, I still can't help but love you.

Haha, you really deserve Han Mo to look down on me.