The Sand Sculpture Man Piao went on a blind date behind my back again

Cheng Mo was so tired that he only had the strength to breathe, and even struggled to move his fingers, so he was surprised, why the old man next to him was more energetic than himself after tossing for a long time.

Luo Ye turned over and lay on her side facing Cheng Mo, propped her head with one hand, and traced her lover's impeccable outline with the other, smiling brighter and brighter.

Cheng Mo was a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, squinted at him, and opened his mouth when his fingertips stroked his lips.

Luo Ye was startled, thinking that Cheng Mo was about to bite her, but her sharp teeth did not move, and a kiss was replaced by a superficial kiss.

Luo Ye's heart began to wander again: "Baby, next time, I'm afraid I won't be able to control it again."

Cheng Mo: "It's as if you controlled it just now."

Luo Ye: "I've kept my body like a jade for so many years, and I'm not a god."

Cheng Mo nodded perfunctorily: "Okay, you are right."

Luo Ye: "I can really understand Qin Lang's mood now."

It was because of the deep affection, he insisted on dying to talk about the person he disliked the most, Cheng Mo couldn't help frowning: "Why mention him?"

Luo Ye brushed away the sweat-wet hair between Cheng Mo's brows, wrapped it around her fingertips and gently twisted it: "I don't want others to see you now, so you will always be mine alone."

"What stupid words?" Cheng Mo reprimanded, but his face turned redder than before.

Luo Ye moved closer, rubbed the tip of his nose lightly on Cheng Mo's neck, his eyes were full of love: "You are cuter when you are shy."

His skin was itchy, causing Cheng Mo to laugh out loud: "Don't make trouble."

Hum, there was a vibrating sound from the bedside table, Cheng Mo pushed Luo Ye away and wanted to get the phone, but he couldn't use his strength, and the slightest movement would pull the wound, so he gasped in pain, it was Luo Ye who held the phone for him look.

"Unknown number, answer?"

Cheng Mo looked at the screen and hesitated before nodding, Luo Ye opened the phone to answer the call, and pressed the phone to Cheng Mo's ear.

"Hello, who is it?"

"you guess."

Cheng Mo had heard this voice for many years, and he couldn't forget it even if he wanted to: "Cheng Han?"

Hearty laughter came from over there: "It's the N+1 time, it's Ouyang Han."

Cheng Mo said impatiently, "Say something quickly."

"It's really ruthless. Why can't I call my dear brother to say hello?"

Ouyang Han's voice was still begging for a fight as always. Cheng Mo didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he signaled Luo Ye to hang up the phone with his eyes. Seconds to stop, the timing is extremely clever: "Wait a minute, don't hang up, I have something to talk about."

Cheng Mo suppressed his anger: "Get to the point."

Ouyang Han cleared his throat, and his tone couldn't help becoming serious: "The party has changed its time. My mother has an important meeting tomorrow, and I have to catch a flight tonight, so tomorrow's party is set at 11:[-] noon. I'll send you the address later."

Cheng Mo is not interested in this kind of family gathering without warmth: "Is there anything else?"

"Well, by the way, if it's convenient, bring brother Luo too."

"Got it, hang up."

Seeing Cheng Mo nodding towards her, Luo Ye hung up the phone, but her expression became more and more solemn: "Can I go? Seeing my father's attitude, he won't be able to accept me for a while."

Cheng Mo understands his father's rigidity better than anyone else, but Luo Ye is the person he believes in. Even if the whole family objects, he will fight to the end: "You don't want to live with him for the rest of your life, so I just accept you."

Luo Ye: "That's what it says, but there is no saying that a marriage without the blessing of your parents will not be happy."

Cheng Mo: "Anyway, we can't get married in China, so it doesn't matter."

Luo Ye: "You can register abroad, it's just a formality anyway."

Cheng Mo: "You said it was just a formality."

Luo Ye: "I'm a wedding planner, don't doubt my professionalism, as long as you are willing, I will definitely hold an unprecedented wedding banquet!"

"I know, the question is, do you really want to marry me?" Cheng Mo really hoped to get an affirmative answer, but after experiencing the marriage change of his parents, coupled with the fact that modern people pay more and more attention to self-feeling, if things don't go well, they may be separated. , not to mention their love affair that is not accepted by most people.

Luo Ye looked at him with serious eyes: "Of course it's true, unless you don't want to."

"If you don't want me to let you, then I..." Cheng Mo is still shameless, and can only point to this kind of thing.

Luo Ye felt that she was very lucky, not only was she not injured, but she also embraced the beauty: "That's right, Qin Lang harassed you before and you sent him to the hospital."

Seeing his expression of taking advantage, Cheng Mo was annoyed and funny: "Then you still doubt me."

Luo Ye kissed Cheng Mo hard on the forehead: "Stop talking, let's clean up and go see parents later."

After getting out of bed, Luo Ye checked the phone, only to find that the three-way call was missed, so she dialed it back, but the other side kept reminding the owner that the phone was turned off.

With the lessons learned from the misunderstanding last time because he didn't receive a call, Cheng Mo persuaded Luo Ye to go to Hu Lai's house in person and make it clear to him face to face. Luo Ye was worried about Cheng Mo's physical condition and refused to leave for a long time. Cheng Mo endured the pain and pushed him out the door.

Sending Luo Ye away, Cheng Mo went to the bathroom to take a cold shower, not because of the hot weather, but as long as he closed his eyes, Luo Ye's sultry eyes would flash in his mind, and the magnetic and deep voice kept calling Thinking of his name, thinking of his hot kiss...everything makes him fall in love with him, he is obsessed with his hug, even those love words that sound illusory.

The bursts of pain reminded Cheng Mo that their relationship had already undergone earth-shaking changes. It wasn't that they hadn't thought about getting away, but they were moved by Luo Ye's sincerity after the two distances. Even if their enthusiasm faded one day, Cheng Mo was willing Be a moth to a flame before your body is smashed to pieces.

Since I was a child, I was ignorant about love and not good at communicating with people. If I hadn't met Luo Ye, I would have been dropped out of school, living alone in a cheap rental house, and worrying about the next day's livelihood.

A classmate spread rumors that he got a lot of money, took a good car every day, lived in a luxury house, and the condition was to sleep with an old man. Objectively speaking, these are all facts. Since he moved in until now, he has not paid a penny of rent. If you buy it, you can also enjoy the careful care of the chef and personal butler, which is really a lot of money.But if that old man wasn't Luo Ye, Cheng Mo wouldn't be tempted even if the other party brought mountains of gold and silver to his eyes.

Washing off the marks he left on his body, Cheng Mo dried his hair in front of the mirror. He found that the hickey marks on his neck were too obvious, and he had to find a way to cover them up, otherwise he would cause a lot of trouble if he was seen.

He had never bought clean clothes, so he had to rummage in Luo Ye's closet. He worked hard and found a black turtleneck. He put on a dark blue sweater over it. The heat is a hot spot, but it perfectly covers it. There are bright little strawberries.

After probably cleaning up the mess in the house, Cheng Mo dragged his handicapped body downstairs, and according to the location sent by Ouyang Han, he took a taxi to go to the appointment. It is his code of conduct not to be late, even if it is to meet people he does not want to see.

The car drove to the destination, and there was a private restaurant with Jiangnan style on the side of the road. Cheng Mo reported his younger brother's mobile phone number, and was led by the waiter to a room named "Sheng and Qing Tongyin", which means "harmony, harmony and harmony." ", but looking at the four-character house number, Cheng Mo only felt ironic, obviously the whole family was strangers, yet he had to choose such a room.

But it doesn't matter, he came here just to ask his mother for help, that's all.

The waiter knocked on the door, and then opened the door to let Cheng Mo into the room. Cheng Mo replied "thank you" and walked slowly to the table. Firstly, he really couldn't walk fast, and secondly, he planned to observe the situation inside the room ...Hey, let me go, why is it a rectangular table, two by two, Ouyang Han sat on one side with his mother, and his anxious father sat on the opposite side alone, with an empty chair next to him. There was a direct confrontation not long ago, he did not I don't want to have any more contact with my father.

Why not choose a big round table?This way he can take the furthest seat as a matter of course.

"Brother, sit down quickly." Ouyang Han stood up and greeted him with the same enthusiasm. It's hard to imagine how embarrassing the private room would be without him.

"Dad, Mom." Cheng Mo had no choice but to call twice, and anyone could hear the perfunctory in it.

Cheng's father didn't answer, but seeing that the eldest son he raised came to the appointment on time, and didn't bring his "concubine" with him, which didn't hurt his face, he was more or less relieved.

Mrs. Ouyang pushed the menu to the opposite side: "Look again, and add whatever dishes you want."

Cheng Mo reluctantly sat beside his father: "No, I can eat whatever I want."

Ouyang Han intentionally or unintentionally said: "Where is Brother Luo? You didn't bring him?"

Cheng Mo: "He has something to do."

"Oh, what a pity, mom hasn't seen him yet." Ouyang Han said regret on his lips, but his expression was meaningful. When Cheng Mo received his call, he figured out his thoughts. The matter of having a boyfriend was exposed to the parents, so that they would criticize him verbally and in writing. As for the purpose of achieving it, it is unknown.

Mrs. Ouyang opened the topic first: "How are you doing recently?"

"Very good, how about you." Cheng Mo's tone was extraordinarily polite.

"Do you want me to say yes or no?" Mrs. Ouyang looked at the eldest son and threw the question back.

Although Cheng Mo resented his mother's partiality, he knew one thing well - his personality was very similar to his mother's.In the original family, the character of the child will often inherit a relatively strong parent. Although most people don't want to admit it, this is the fact.

"Of course it's good." Cheng Mo's answer was not warm, it was more social rhetoric than gossip.

"Really, that's good." Mrs. Ouyang's tone was exactly the same, flat and rational, not like a mother and son gossiping about family affairs at all, "I heard that you have dropped out of school, don't you plan to explain?"

Sure enough, this topic cannot be avoided. Cheng Mo glanced at the younger brother opposite and the father next to him. Neither of them admitted that he meant to pass on the message, but his father is a machismo, and he would never admit that he was negligent in education. He lost his identity in front of his ex-wife, so most of what happened at school was said by Ouyang Han.

But Cheng Mo has never been a person who allows others to make irresponsible remarks: "I have already dealt with it, you don't have to worry, and no matter what version of the story you have heard, the reality is much more exciting than the hearsay."

Mrs. Ouyang glanced lightly at her ex-husband: "It's been almost ten years, and you still haven't learned how to be a father."

Cheng's father knew he was in the wrong, so he couldn't think of a better reason to excuse himself. It was Ouyang Han who changed the subject to smooth things over: "Even if he is an adult in China at the age of 20, my father is still busy with work, so it is impossible to cover everything."

The youngest son's words relieved Cheng's father who was in distress, and he looked at Ouyang Han full of gratitude.

How good at protecting the parents' face, he really is a "good boy", Cheng Mo chuckled silently.

Mrs. Ouyang was noncommittal: "Xiao Han is right. We will discuss this matter later. I am here today for more important matters."

Cheng Mo: "Is it related to me?"

Mrs. Ouyang: "Yes."

Yeah, otherwise she wouldn't organize a party during the non-Chinese New Year period.

"Ah."

"You participated in an Australian study tour before, didn't you?"

"Ah."

"Several teachers at SCA have reported that your performance is excellent."

"Ah."

"Aren't you going to ask for some rewards?"

Cheng Mo smiled: "The reward is fine, I have an urgent matter and I want you to come forward to solve it."

"It must be very difficult." Otherwise, he would not allow himself to bow his head to anyone if he was so arrogant. Mrs. Ouyang knew him very well.

"Because of me, I offended a client of my friend. That person is doing transnational education. I can't contact him. You may know him."

"Friend, what friend?"

Cheng Mo didn't intend to lie: "Boyfriend."

Mrs. Ouyang has worked hard in the United States for these years, and she has seen a lot of homosexuals, but she was still shocked to hear her son come out of the closet. She was stunned for half a minute, and Cheng's father pinched Cheng Mo's thigh under the table. He resisted, but he didn't intend to be obedient, only Ouyang Han smiled, and Cheng Mo knew in his heart that he was waiting for this moment.

"He treats me very well, and I won't break up, if you object." Cheng Mo moved his chair back and stood up, "Just pretend I haven't been here today."

"Stop!" Mrs. Ouyang slapped the table, shaking the red wine in the decanter three times.

Cheng Mo still looked indifferent and indifferent: "Is there anything else?"

Mrs. Ouyang looked at him, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly: "Send me that client's information."

Cheng Mo raised his eyebrows, swiped twice on the phone: "Send it."

Mrs. Ouyang didn't look at her mobile phone: "The deadline for the solution?"

My mother always walks the talk, as long as she promises, she will do her best to deal with it, so she doesn't worry about not being able to deal with that client.

"In two days."

"it is good."

Of course, she is also a person who emphasizes equal exchange.Cheng Mo asked: "What is your condition, let me see if I can meet it."

Mrs. Ouyang took out a folded document from her handbag, unfolded it slowly, and poked a line of words on the document with long scarlet nails, beckoning Cheng Mo to read it.

Cheng Mo picked up the document and looked at the title first—specific matters about studying in the United States?What does this mean? !