The place where Mr. Ren was originally sitting was empty, and the man was nowhere to be found.

Jing Mian: "? ”

Look backwards.

Mr. is not in the third row either.

Jing Mian blinked helplessly, and his Adam's apple rolled.

He realized that maybe he had something else to do, and left the arena first.

Because he left the table early because of the incident, and he was on the field, the man couldn't tell him, and he had no way of knowing.

This is to be expected, and rightly so.

Jing Mian thought that with Mr. Ren's itinerary, he could spare most of the day to accompany him to participate in the competition, what kind of sacrifice it meant behind this, the young man could probably imagine.

Therefore, while Jing Mian said that he understood very much, there was a trace of loss in his heart that was so subtle that even he couldn't explore.

But soon, the boy was hugged by his teammates who came running one after another, and Jing Mian, who was rubbing his hair, this almost imperceptible emotion was quickly dissipated by the team's enthusiastic and boiling victory atmosphere.

"We're out of the play-in!!"

"Ahh——!!hh

"ME. T !!"

"!!!!"

……

The members of ME. hugged and celebrated under the golden color, and the audience was also boiling, and when they walked off the field, Jing Mian followed the players and passed through the slightly cool athlete passage, where the field lights are staggered, the ground is smooth, the surrounding light is slightly dim, but the atmosphere is extremely dense.

"Wait a minute, the players will have a post-match interview in a moment."

A young lady trotted over, pointed out the location, and said softly, "It will last about thirty minutes." ”

She briefly mentioned the content of the possible interview, the position and order of the personnel, so that the contestants had a clear idea and could brew first.

Sheep stood behind the team, his face barely visible under his hoodie.

In fact, Jing Mian was listening intently, without the slightest distraction.

It's just that.

Suddenly, he was held by the hand.

The palm was hot, and the fingertips slid to the inside of his wrist, holding it, Jing Mian's other side of the waist was also grabbed, and with such an overwhelming force, Jing Mian was slightly removed from the ground.

Jing Mian: "!! ”

When the shoes touched the ground again, the vision darkened.

It all happened in just three seconds.

Jing Mian didn't even have time to exclaim, only took a light breath.

Behind him, there was the "click" of the door being shut.

He soon realized that he was on either side of the promenade where the runners passed, in some unactivated rest compartment, with blinds next to the door and the lights not on.

This place is only one door away from the place where I was standing just now.

The small space with not enough light is unusually quiet.

It's almost so quiet that you can hear a pin dropping.

Jing Mian could even hear his own somewhat chaotic breathing.

Because, he recognized it as Mr.

“！”

Jing Mian's heart was numb.

The pupils slowly constrict.

……

In the dark, I was embraced.

Their height also made the man lean down slightly.

Mr. and his brother, in Jing Mian's slight and sudden impression, whether it is the cuffs, the collar, and the neck, you can vaguely smell the light fragrance.

was wordlessly impregnated by such a familiar taste, and it was only instantly enveloped all over the body, so that Jing Mian, whose nerves were still in a highly tense state after the game, was slightly stunned, but unconsciously soothed.

The cool fingertips hooked up helplessly, but they touched the corner of the clothes on the husband's body, Jing Mian hesitated for a long time, and held it gently.

"It was a great day."

Jing Mian was stunned.

Mr. Ren's cold and deep voice sounded in his ears.

“……”

Jing Mian's throat was tight.

He heard his own heartbeat that was so violent that he couldn't suppress it.

"Sir's little friend."

The man silently continued to hug him:

"Good work."

Chapter 72

Jing Mian's breath froze for a few seconds.

His eyelashes trembled helplessly, and the young man was stunned for a while, then gently raised his slender hand and grabbed the coat behind his husband.

He hugged his husband back.

The smell between the snorts is familiar to men, as if buried in the other party's neck, not to mention that the back of the neck and waist have the touch of the other party's tightness, Jing Mian didn't say it, but secretly prayed in his heart, I hope this hug can be longer.

Outside is a sea of hustle and bustle.

And within a wall,

The guardian was quietly, celebrating the victory for his little player.

After that night at the beach, Jing Mian seemed to like to be hugged by his husband.

Perhaps it was the habit of childhood, even when he was not at an age suitable for being spoiled, he still faintly longed for warmth and security.

It wasn't until ME. noticed that their player had been missing for a long time, and people started asking where Sheep had gone, and he was standing on the sidelines and was nowhere to be seen.

Another player scratched his head: "Did you go to the bathroom?" ”

"Isn't that the bathroom going in that direction?"

"I didn't see anyone coming."

…

"Brother, I'm here."

The boy's voice was not loud, a little nasal, coming from behind them.

As soon as the two of them turned around, they saw Jing Mian with a flushed face.

The young man was wearing a black mask, and while his eyebrows were lowered, he could faintly glimpse the light red exposed on his neck.

"What's wrong?"

The senior reached out and touched the boy's forehead.

"Fever?"

Jing Mian shook his head, a little distracted: "... No. ”

It can't be said that he hasn't recovered from the hug from the cubicle just now.

The team members next to him also came over, raised their hands, and probed the cheeks and ears outside the edge of Jingmian's mask: "It's really a little hot, isn't it unwell?" ”

That's when it happened.

His wrist was suddenly grasped by a hand.

The hand was broad and white, with distinct joints, pale cyan veins looming, and tendons tensed with slight force.

Jing Mian's eyes fell on that hand, and his heart skipped a beat.

The waist is also wrapped in the other hand.

Jingmian's lips and teeth are inexplicably dry.

He turned his head to look at the owner of the hand.

The boy's pupils shrank slightly.

At that moment, the brain also completely shut down.

- Sir was standing right behind him.

Xuan Cheng and several main team members had already followed the young lady to the end of the corridor, and since this was the backstage of the players' passage, the crowd had basically dispersed, ready to be interviewed.

At this end, only the players at the end of the team and a few substitutes remained, and they barely moved.

As if the pause button had been pressed, several people slowly opened their jaws the moment they recognized who the man behind Sheep was.

The air became somewhat condensed.

Although Ren Xingwan stood there, he didn't give any explanation for what he did just now, the man's voice was low, and he just said lightly: "Go and be interviewed." ”

"I'll wait for you outside."

*

Under the flash, there was a click of the shutter.