You are harder than AK

Han Ran and Yu Wei were not on the same flight. Yu Wei had such a big commotion last night that Green was afraid that they would fight if they met, so he staggered the flight on purpose.

They met Su Heng and Mother Han at the airport, pulling two big suitcases and holding air tickets in their hands.

There were not many people in the waiting room, and Mother Han also saw them and walked over on her own initiative.

Han Ran was indifferent, pretending not to see her, lowered his head, and played with his mobile phone as if nothing had happened. Mi Xiu and the others called auntie in embarrassment. Mother Han nodded to them with a smile, and walked to Han Ran's side.

The son is very tall, she wants to raise her head and talk to him, "Xiaoran."

Han Ran ignored her and went straight to a chair beside her and sat down.

Mother Han looked a little embarrassed and lonely, squeezed the ticket in her hand, and sat down next to him.

He sent a bunch of text messages to Liang Liang, but didn't get any reply, probably because he hadn't woken up yet, and he was tossing hard last night.

He didn't want to get too close to this woman, so he put away his phone and stood up. Mother Han gently took his hand, and he quickly flung it away like an electric shock, as if he was too afraid to avoid the plague god.

"Don't touch me, dirty." He frowned and said coldly.

Han's mother's face immediately lost all color, her face was full of injuries, and she said humbly, "Xiaoran, I'm here to say sorry to you, I'm going to take Xiaoheng back to the United States, and I won't be back in the future, you can rest assured, I won't appear suddenly again and disturb your life."

Han Ranju looked down at her, and said in a calm tone, "I hope you will do what you say."

Mother Han's face was pale, she covered her mouth to prevent herself from choking up, she nodded, her eyes were red.

"Also," Han Ran said sharply, "Maybe you have been abroad for too long and don't know the domestic laws. I would like to remind you that in our country, it is illegal to secretly take pictures. Don't bring back the dirty tricks you learned from outside. .”

Mother Han's heart was shocked, and she didn't speak for a long time.

Liang Liang told him everything, and then, the only illusion between him and her to restore the relationship between mother and child was ruthlessly shattered.

Never go back.

Green called them to check the tickets, Han Ran took one last look at her, and left without looking back.

After he left, Mother Han sat in a chair in a daze, recalling everything she had done, regretting it too late.

As a mother, she has too little love for Han Ran. She left him cruelly when she was a child. She felt ashamed and made up for her preference to her younger son. This also caused the gap between her and Han Ran to grow. deep reason.

No matter when, always suffer from inequality rather than poverty.

Su Heng waited for them to disappear at the boarding gate before going up to comfort his mother. Mother Han hugged him, couldn't bear it anymore, and cried bitterly on top of him.

Han Ran didn't receive Liang Liang's reply until their plane landed. He sent him a photo on WeChat and complained softly, "It's all your fault. I have to wear a turtleneck sweater again today."

It has been cloudy for several days in a row, the rain is continuous, the north wind is howling, finally the weather is better today, half of the sun is out, he is going to go home to see his mother, and he has to be wrapped tightly, afraid of being seen. .

It's all because of that little bastard Han Ran, who didn't stop in the morning, didn't rush to catch the plane, pulled him out of the bed when he was drowsy, and rolled the sheets twice, so ashamed that the sun almost slipped into the bed again. went back.

It was getting late, Liang Liang urged him to leave, he wrapped the man in a quilt, supported him, buried his face on the side of his neck, took a small piece of white and tender skin in his mouth, and sucked hard.

He hurt him so much, he kicked him angrily, then turned his head three times, and reluctantly left.

Green and his car waited at the door for more than half an hour. Seeing his refreshed look, no one dared to say anything.

After he left, Liang Liang lay down and fell asleep again. He was really sleepy, he was so weak that he couldn't even lift his fingertips.

When he was full of sleep, he was hungry, and he was awakened by hunger.

He flopped on the bed for a long time before struggling to sit up, hugging the quilt in a daze.

He was still thinking about whether to order takeaway or go down to eat. The doorbell rang and he opened the door. The hotel waiter pushed a small dining cart in and put down a pile of food, including snacks and hot food.

The waiter smiled and said to him, "Mr. Liang, good morning. These are prepared by Mr. Han for you. Please use them slowly. Call us if you need anything."

After he finished speaking, he pushed the small dining car and was about to leave. Liang Liang said thank you, but because he just woke up, his throat was not open, and he overused it last night, it was a little hoarse, as if stuck, so he only uttered two words. Voice sound.

The waiter understood what he meant, smiled and said, "You're welcome."

He smiled back awkwardly.

After closing the door, he went to the bathroom. When he was brushing his teeth in the mirror, he found that his neck was red and a little painful to the touch. He opened his mouth wide in surprise, and the toothbrush he was biting on fell off.

He looked at the mirror carefully, his eyes widened in disbelief, wishing he could get into the mirror, his face was full of shock.

Needless to say, this must be Han Ran's masterpiece.

Annoyed and annoyed, he rushed back to the room, took a photo for Han to dye his hair, and fiercely accused him of his obvious crimes.

There was a bright red strawberry printed on the white neck, so sweet that it seemed to bleed, through the thin layer of skin, one could see the active blood flowing underneath.

A photo without a face is enough to make the blood spurt and the mouth dry.

Han Ran walked back to the hotel where he was staying uncomfortably, and before he had time to pack his luggage, he sent a video call to Liang Liang as soon as the door of the room was closed.

The food delivered by the waiter contained a cup of stewed Sydney with rock sugar, which was served in a small porcelain pot, and it was still steaming, and it smelled sweet.

He was tempted to drink two spoonfuls, sweet but not greasy, moist in the throat, and the flesh melted with a sip.

The dry and sore throat felt better, and he was not so angry anymore. He ate delicious food with relish, temporarily forgetting about the strawberries on his neck, until Han Ran sent a video call.

He hesitated for a minute between answering and not answering. During this period, he automatically hung up once and rang again.

"Brother." As soon as the video was connected, Han Ran's deep voice came from over there, with a sense of impatience, and the ending was hoarse, with the laziness after sex.

Liang Liang didn't turn on the camera, and Han Ran's phone was pitch black. He softened his voice and begged, "Brother, turn on the camera and let me see you."

"I just saw it this morning, what's so interesting." Liang Liang ignored him, feeling sullen in his heart, biting the food in his mouth, creaking, and licking his fingers, smacking his mouth, making wet noises. sound of water.

Han Ran only heard his voice, but could not see him. You especially felt itchy, his tone was urgent, and his breathing became heavy. "Brother, what are you doing? Let me see your face."

"I'm eating, what else can I do?" He snorted coldly, raised his brows slightly, and said deliberately with an arrogant look on his face, "Oh, so you only like my face?"

Han Ran thought about his appearance, rubbed it with his hands, but couldn't do anything, took two deep breaths, and said the best thing to do, "Other places are fine, as long as you let me see, whatever you want, Please, bro!"

Liang Liang laughed out loud, "Is this not enough?"

These words seem familiar. Last night and this morning, when he begged for mercy, Han Ran teased him in the same way, and returned it back intact.

Feng Shui turns around, whoever is spared by heaven, Liang Liang is very happy at the moment.

"Oops," he exaggeratedly yelled into the phone, "I spilled the soup and got it on my hand, so don't waste it."

He took a sip with his fingertips in his mouth, and deliberately made a "boo" sound, and it became quiet all of a sudden, even the sound of breathing disappeared.

The network froze for a moment, and it was frozen on Han Ran's beautiful side face, the end of his eyes were flushed, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and when he was not smiling, the corners of his mouth were slightly downward.

"Can you hear me?"

Liang Liang had had enough fun, he turned on the camera slowly, put it on the table, leaning against a small box of biscuits, facing him.

"Brother." Han Ran adjusted the network, held the mobile phone, and got very close, staring at Liang Liang in the camera with burning eyes, with a burning ball in his eyes, wishing to fly to his side immediately.

As if he was sick, his body was very hot, and he couldn't suppress the hotness in his body after drinking several glasses of water.

"I'll show you for 2 minutes, hurry up." He held back a smile at the corner of his mouth, and said nonchalantly, as if he wasn't the one who made a series of teasing movements.

Over there, Han Ran was leaning against the head of the bed, staring intently at the phone, unconsciously reaching out to touch and outline his outline.

It was only a few hours apart, but he felt that it had been a long time, a year or two years, as if he had returned to those days of aimless waiting.

Liang Liang wasn't looking at him, he just concentrated on eating his food, and he was not satisfied, so he called him several times, "Brother, turn around and look at me."

"You're almost done. I've let you watch it all. Do you still want me to watch you?" Liang Liang said vaguely with his mouth full, his cheeks bulging like a hamster, "See what you're doing? Look at me." You can't eat enough."

He complained with his mouth mixed, and turned around on his own initiative, facing the camera, as if he was doing food and broadcasting.

"Is it delicious?" Seeing that he was eating so deliciously, Han Ran couldn't help asking.

Liang Liang rolled his eyes and had another bad idea.

He took a bunch of candied haws, which consisted of oranges and cherry tomatoes, and swayed in front of the camera, like a bad uncle coaxing children, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to try it?"

Han Ran laughed and nodded cooperatively.

I saw Liang Liang holding a stick, sticking out the soft tip of his tongue, licking it lightly from bottom to top, sucking the cherry tomatoes on the top, sucking the juice inside, mixing it with syrup, sour It's sweet and tastes good, he raised his eyes and winked at Han Ran, gulped, swallowed the red juice in his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and hummed softly, his thin lips parted slightly, and the bright red tip of his tongue was like red Agate embedded in the mouth.

Terrible.

Han Ran suffocated and stiffened.

Liang Liang laughed loudly, his hands shook, and the phone fell on the bed, the picture was pitch black, and Han Ran was about to be softened by his laughter.

He said with a smile, "Our dog has a hair loss, but the owner is not around, so we can only find a way by ourselves. It's so pitiful."

Well, it's impossible to be soft, and Liang Liang's mouth is an idiot.

Han Ran's eyes dimmed, and he stared at Liang Liang's smiling face like a flower, imagining his appearance on the bed, and unconsciously moved his hands.

Liang Liang was only interested in teasing him, but didn't notice anything was wrong. After a while, his breathing became heavy, mixed with a low muffled hum, and he lowered his head with a forbearing expression on his face.

Liang Liang's face turned dark immediately, and he asked through gritted teeth, "What are you doing to me?"

"Well!"

With a muffled grunt, the lens was blurred and out of focus.