The boy was suddenly a little glad that he had the courage to open his mouth at that time, and he not only responded to that feeling, but also dispelled the man's remaining uneasiness and doubts.

They were relatively silent for a few seconds, and Ash suddenly lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand, and rubbed his fingertips against the child's hot face: "Just like your reaction now." ”

Jing Mian swallowed softly.

No matter who this situation is put on, it will certainly not be calm.

He whispered, "Sir." ”

"Whether I know it or not, my answer will not change."

I thought that these words were romantic enough, but Mr. Ren's attention was not on this, and Geng said straightly: "Then why don't you dare to look at each other all the time?" ”

Jing Mian pursed her lower lip, a little embarrassed, and explained, "Maybe it's just... Nothing real. ”

Mr. Ren's hand went down, holding the young man's wrist, and when Jing Mian eased up, his hand had already been put on the man's cheeks, the touch was slightly cool, a little tight, and the palm of his hand rubbed against the side of the other party's face and ear: "Is this more realistic?" ”

Jing Mian's ears burned a little bit.

The heartbeat is out of order.

Who says Mr. Ren won't?

Mr. Ren is good at it.

With his back against the corner, he watched as Ash's black and white eyes were faintly shining, and his eyelashes were thin and long.

There is no greater surprise in the world than this.

The man whispered, "I'm your husband." ”

"Your brother."

The hand holding his wrist moved forward, causing the young man to tighten his arm, and he put his arms around Mr. Ren's neck, and his lips quickly touched the other party's, and his breath was staggered, soft and hot.

"It's your Ash too."

Chapter 111

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Night.

Ash and Sheep leave early.

At the end of the year, as Christmas approaches, maple trees and facilities are decorated, the boulevard outside the window is illuminated, and the fire trees and silver flowers are like a brilliant and grand nightless sky.

Looking down from the floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a small world.

When the boy was pushed to the entrance and leaned down to kiss him, Ash encircled him in a corner, unable to move, so he had to raise his hand and hug the other's neck to prevent himself from falling.

Then he was picked up.

The cold glass window is pasted on the back, Jing Mian shivered for a moment, vaguely noticed the changes outside the window, and the cold and soft night was rendered by the festive atmosphere, which was particularly warm and moving.

But soon, he had no time to pay attention to the scenery.

Holding his hand was a little cold, but the connection that could not be ignored made the boy hot, and the momentary distraction was quickly noticed, and the posture that rarely tried nailed him deep and hard.

While trembling, tears continued to drip onto the other party's shoulders, but they did not relent, so they had to rise and fall uncontrollably.

The boy with red toes suddenly remembered the question he hadn't had had a chance to ask since he joined the club.

"Sir."

"Huh?"

When Jing Mian was carried out of the bathroom, he didn't bother to move one of his tired fingers, he thought about it and asked in a low voice: "When the club was first established, why did you name it ME?" ”

Team names often symbolize deeper meanings, abbreviations, or code names, and although ME's name is now simple and eye-catching, the teenager is still a little curious when he learns that the person who founded the club in the first place is Mr.

It's just that not long after the boy finished asking, his eyelashes trembled, and his eyelids fell, and he was dazed.

The man leaned over, gently kissed the bridge of the young man's wet nose, and replied in a deep voice:

"Because you are my moon."

*

Early the next morning.

Jing Mian barely got up and washed.

The toothpaste turned into foam, and the refreshing smell permeated his mouth, but Jing Mian's legs were a little shaky, he didn't make a sound, and silently put on the washstand, barely supporting.

Mr. Ren was downstairs, just now he heard the sound of water, and the faint sound of the pot, the man was probably making breakfast.

Because I communicated with my husband in advance that there was pre-game training today, I only did it once in the end, and even so, the teenager was still a little overwhelmed.

Even, there is still no real feeling.

His husband turned out to be Ash.

Ash is his lover.

Jing Mian silently put down the toothbrush, rinsed it clean, and then began to wash his face.

Cold water in winter is great for calming down.

After breakfast, I was put on a hat and neck, Jingmian was sent to the base warmly, and after passing through the fire mirror, I found that I looked like a neatly wrapped zongzi.

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The global championship is approaching, and the tense atmosphere at the base is getting stronger and stronger, which indirectly spreads to every player.

[A few hours until Christmas Eve!] 】

[Happy Christmas Eve!] 】

【Happy Christmas Eve】

[Did you eat apples in Mianmian?] 】

Jingmian is not very sensitive to this kind of festival, and only remembered when he saw the barrage reminder that he passed by a small shop on the side of the road today, and there were peace fruits wrapped in colored paper on the table, so he said: "Happy Christmas Eve." ”

"The apples haven't been eaten yet," he said. ”

Sheep enters the arena, because it's a turn-based system dedicated to practice maps, so it doesn't count in points, the map is simple and rough, there are not many covers, and the location card is very extreme, Sheep uses the aim of the ruins of the earth city, and the bullets that pass quickly run towards the moving enemy, and shoot the head.

【It's too showy】

[This sniper is the speed of a human being? 】

[Today's state is so stable]

Sheep went off the air early tonight.

Jing Mian silently put on his coat and walked out of the club.

Although the location of the base is not in the city center, there is a high school nearby, and everything related to the festival atmosphere is available. Jing Mian walked down the street to a small shop, and a neat bouquet of apple blossoms was placed on the table at the door.

The boy thought about it for a while, and finally bought a few pieces of wrapping colored paper.

Then it's time to go to the fruit shop.

In the end, the boy washed the apples he bought, and jerkily wrapped a few bouquets of colored paper, but the texture and style were not very delicate, and they were inferior to those sold in the store.

Jingmian gave the apples to the members of the club, leaving only the most beautiful one in the bag.

He has people he wants to give it to.

Xuancheng bit the apple, the taste was sweet and crunchy, and he seemed a little surprised when he heard Jing Mian ask him a question: "The origin of the name ME.?" ”

The boy nodded.

The red hairer took the apple and ate it: "Isn't it 'me'?" ”

Jing Mian groaned, but still asked, "There is no other meaning?" ”

"Yes." Xuancheng seemed to be trying to recall: "It seems to be from a foreign poem." ”

Jing Mian: "Foreign poetry? ”

It was a completely unexpected answer.

"I can't remember exactly." Xuancheng said: "It's just that I had the impression at first, at that time, the trademark application was still very strict, because it was such a common name, the overlap rate was high, and the full name also needed to be marked under the logo." ”

"Like...... It's about the moon. ”

Jing Mian was stunned.

My heart pounded.

He remembered that Mr. Ren had said something similar last night.

He Jing also came to be interested: "What moon?" ”

"Captain, can you still find the original logo? Show us. ”

Xuancheng threw away the apple core and wiped his hands: "Okay, you wait." ”

After two hours of intermittent searching, the captain found nothing.

As soon as they turned their heads, the two team members had already returned to the computer and continued training silently.

Xuancheng, who was busy in vain: "......"

Today's young people don't have a seven-second attention span.

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This night, when I returned home, I found that Mr. Ren had not returned.

The man's schedule for the past two days seemed to be very busy, and the door lock would only sound after eleven o'clock every night.

So even when he came back from the base, Jingmian would stay at home alone for two or three hours, during which he would be bored, sometimes he would broadcast live, sometimes he would watch the replays of the previous editions of the global competition, and sometimes he would shrink into the living room to sleep.

It's just that for the first time in a long time, he came to Mr. Ren's study and took out a book to read.

But most of the picks are foreign masterpieces.

Some have translations, some don't, but Jingmian is still in decline, as long as you see it, you will turn it out and look at it.