When Han Meng went up the stairs upside down, he found that the hand-painted pencils of the tea garden had been framed into a log frame and hung on the wall at the corner of the stairs. The crystal lamp hangs down, and an osmanthus flower is offered, taking advantage of the color of the painting to be full of interest, and the fragrance is pleasant.

He was very attentive.

Han Meng washed away his exhaustion and unloaded the lead flower. In the cloakroom, there are all kinds of seasonal clothes, shoes, bags, jewelry and watches of their own size, and they are fully prepared. Have you been here before? Choosing a neutral and conservative Egyptian cotton coat and trousers, Han Meng wiped his slightly damp hair again. The advantage of short hair is that it dries quickly and neatly.

Since evasion is not the way to go, then take the initiative. Being an ostrich is by no means Han Meng's personality.

Pacing to Mo Tianhan's bedroom, he knocked on the door a few times, but no one answered, so Han Meng pushed the door in by himself.

Mo Tianhan didn't seem to be in the bathroom yet. Han Meng saw that his manuscript was on his bedside table, which had been annotated by Mo Tianhan. Han Meng poured two glasses of warm water and put them down, sat on the edge of the bed, leaned on the head of the bed and looked at Mo Tianhan's annotation prompt.

Mo Tianhan's long and tall body was wrapped in a bathrobe, and when he came out of the bathroom, he was taken aback, Qiaoqiao was actually there.

Although it is not the long-haired, gentle and delicate Qiaoqiao in his memory, the delicate porcelain white side face under the short hair has a more mature and charming charm.

"Well, any more questions?" Mo Tianhan looked at Qiao Qiao, who was reading the manuscript carefully, and asked, in the same tone as an old husband and wife.

Han Meng raised his eyes and was still shocked by his stunning appearance. Ning Changge is very good-looking, but he is still down-to-earth, and he always feels kind when he sees him. And Mo Tianhan's appearance, look, and temperament always have a suffocating sense of majesty and sacredness. Although Han Meng is not inferior, it is not easy to relax in front of him, he can't be a child, and his IQ and EQ must be online at all times.

"I don't have a problem anymore. What about you? ”

"Nope."

Both of them are smart people, but when they meet together, the atmosphere of the conversation always seems a little awkward, and a lot of things feel like they haven't said it, and they can't say what they want to say, and they feel that it's better not to say it.

"Why don't you have a drink?" Han Meng proposed.

"Don't drink it, you also drank some wine for dinner, it's not good for your health." Mo Tianhan refused.

"......" Han Meng's proposal was rejected in a second.

"Then why don't you go to bed early......"

As soon as the words came out, Han Meng felt that the ambiguity was serious, he was blocked by Mo Tianhan, and it was difficult to even stand up, he didn't hide from the intention of going back to the room, his brain was definitely pumped, this pit was too big......

Han Meng's face was pink, Mo Tianhan had a satisfied look, and the little white rabbit was finally domesticated......

"Okay, get some rest. Recently, in addition to being busy with work, I have been busy looking for you, and you say that you are not tired. ”

As he spoke, he was ready to push down Qiaoqiao and turn off the lights to rest.

"That's not what I meant!" Han Meng put one hand on his chest, trying to recover his IQ and refuse the stunning temptation in front of him.

"What do you mean?" The ink covered her slender hand. The delicate wrist defense value is a negative score, and it is simply a flirtation that wants to refuse and welcome.

"If you don't want me to bite you again, let it go." Han Meng was almost pressed by him and couldn't move.

"Don't let it go, whatever you want." Mo Tianhan's voice was hoarse, one hand clasped her wrist, kissed lightly in the collarbone socket, and the other hand reached into the blouse, smooth and smooth white, feeling her tremble slightly.

"If you don't want me to run far away and never see you, you can listen to me." Han Meng squeezed out what little sanity he had, and used a killer move, wanting to stop this battle.

The phrase "well......" seemed to have a hint of threat to Mo Tianhan.

"Say it." After only a few seconds of pause, Mo Tianhan responded and continued his attack.

"You... Let me get up first......" Han Meng saw that he couldn't resist it, and his anxious crying came out.

"It's okay, you can say it." Mo Tianhan still didn't let go, the bathrobe had faded, and the muscle lines were smooth and strong.

"I can't talk like this..."Han Meng's voice was shrivelled.

"What you say now is very good, what do you want to say continue ......"

"You let go first, and then sleep ...... after I finish speaking" Han Meng's tears of annoyance and shame were in his eyes, crying and pleading.

"Can't sleep while talking?"

"You bastard! Ning Changge has never forced me like this......"

Those three words pierced Mo Tianhan's heart.

"I am reluctant to move her, I want the media to marry the person who entered the door......"

He was still in her heart.

I thought I had given her all her love, but when I thought about it, there seemed to be nothing else except giving her a certificate and some money, and it seemed that it couldn't match Ning Changge's gentle companionship and that moving confession.

For Qiaoqiao's love for can't help herself, in her opinion, it is nothing more than coercion, and her heart has not yet opened to herself.

This sentence was really powerful, and Mo Tianhan's iceberg came back to reason quickly, his movements stopped, and the atmosphere was even more silent and awkward.

"I'm sorry," the two said sorry in unison.

Han Meng was also a little uncomfortable when he saw his face, he didn't want to use Ning Changge to stimulate him, he was still so hypocritical when he married a wife, he was a bit scum.

"I just wanted to talk to you. Some things are talked about thoroughly, and they are not so awkward. ”

Han Meng straightened his clothes, and rubbed his fingers a few times on Mo Tianhan's chest and shoulder bites.

"I'll wait for you in the tea room next to me, play the piano and talk about you and me."