Mystery Lover: The President's Deep Favor

Han Zhaolin clenched his clothes and cursed with red eyes, "are you a fool to see the sky standing here, trying to freeze to death and go to the South Pole!"

Ji Mo rubbed his cheek and whispered, "south pole has no you..."

A sigh, mixed with deep helplessness and doting, almost forced Han Zhaolin's tears.

The body in his arms was extremely hot, and the hand touching his face was like a piece of ice.

Han Zhaolin's heart became a mass, "you have a fever."

"It's OK."

Ji Mo faint smile, low voice way, "Han uncle let you out of it?"

Han Zhaolin's face became stiff and his fingers clenched.

Jimo will see his performance, eyes slightly dim down, but strong smile way, "go back, I can still carry."

With this sentence, Han Zhaolin burst into tears.

Jimo is fighting against his father in the ice and snow, but he hides at home, with no worries about food and clothing. What he says about sharing weal and woe is just Jimo. What he has to pay, he is a waste!

Han Zhaolin suddenly picked up Ji Mo's face, fiercely fell a kiss on his lips, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm a damn loser, you win!"

Bai Su stood behind the door, listening to the sound of two people's feet away, slightly relieved. As soon as she turned around, she was startled by the loud voice that suddenly appeared in front of her, and almost screamed.

Han Zhaoxue covered her mouth and said helplessly, "I was brave just now

Bai Su broke off his hand and glared at him. "They have been walking for half a day. You can't catch up with them."

"Who said I was going to chase?"

Han Zhaoxue retorted faintly, shaking open the coat in his hand, and put it on Bai Su's shoulder. "Don't you wear one more when you come out? Is it cold?"

Bai Su was stunned for a moment and pursed her lips.

Han Zhaoxue helped her collect her coat and said, "in fact, if you boil a few more days, maybe dad will let up."

Next to a gust of wind, white Su did not hear clearly, subconsciously asked, "what do you say?"

"Nothing," Han Zhaoxue raised her eyes, "go back to your room and sleep."

Han Zhaoxue sends Bai Su to the door to leave. Bai Su is worried about Han Zhaolin's escape. She doesn't sleep all night. She sleeps in a daze until dawn. Later, she is awakened by the quarrel downstairs.

As soon as he went downstairs, he saw his father covering his heart and fell on the sofa. Han's mother was white with fear. Han Zhaoxue was looking for medicine in a panic

When Han's father was pushed into the rescue room, Han's mother was a little unstable. In the past two months, too many things happened one after another. Neither of the two sons was relieved. In his old age, such a blow could not be tolerated by a normal person.

Han's mother was holding the armrest beside her. She was tottering. Han Zhaoxue wanted to help her. Suddenly, she slapped him with her backhand.

The empty corridor, this slap is particularly loud, white Su was scared, subconsciously called a "Ma.".

Han's mother didn't respond, and her red eyes pointed to Han Zhaoxue. "Why should you let him go? Do you really want your brother to become a pervert?"

Bai Su's heart bulged and she opened her mouth and said, "Mom, it's me."

before she finished, she was interrupted by Han Zhaoxue, "he's not a pervert. He's your son, he's my brother, mom. It doesn't matter what people say about him, but we can't. You always say that he looks like a child and doesn't grow up. But I think this is the most responsible thing he has done in his life No longer need your father's taboo, he has grown up... "

Han's mother covered her mouth, sobbed, shaking her head and choking, "no, I won't allow it..."

It was not until Han's mother was arranged to have a physical examination that Bai Su had a chance to speak to Han Zhaoxue.

"Let me go."

She pursed her lips, a little stubborn.

"What?"

Han Zhaoxue didn't hear that clearly.

White Su bit a lip, "the person is I let go, why should admit for me."

Smell speech, Han Zhaoxue suddenly smile, eyes burning, "because I love, like Zhaolin heartache season Mo, do not want you to be scolded."

Bai Su's heart trembled, just wanted to say something, the ward door was suddenly opened, the nurse's expression coagulated, "the patient's situation is not optimistic..."

Han Zhaolin took Ji Mo to the drugstore to buy antipyretic medicine and took people to the hotel all the way.

The two men were silent all the way. When the door of the room was closed for a second, Han Zhaolin covered Ji Mo on the door and kissed his lips without any rules.

Ji Mo rubs his hair, turns to be a guest, and ignites this kiss thoroughly.

Quiet room, no lights, limited vision, but the senses are more sensitive.

Two people eager to fade each other's clothes, skin fit, feel each other's temperature, that anxious heart just gradually return to its place.

Ji Mo's hand glides slowly along the texture of his back, and his hot mood is on the verge. However, when he touches Han Zhaolin's waist, he suddenly bounces away.The air suddenly solidified. Han Zhaolin coughed and said in a low voice, "take a bath first." I turned on the light.

Once the light is on, there is nothing to hide, such as the blue and purple stripes on Ji Mo's body.

Han Zhaolin Leng for a moment, the next second white face, "my father hit you?"

"How can," Ji Mo chuckled, "Uncle Han won't do it to me. It wasn't a task before. He suffered some skin injury. If it's not serious, it doesn't matter."

"Really?"

Han Zhaolin has some doubts. This trace seems to have been whipped out. The gangster doesn't need a knife to use a whip?

"Cheat you what to do," Ji Mo turned around and pulled off his pants. "I took a bath first. I didn't touch water for several days."

His voice was lazy and pleasant, and Han Zhaolin couldn't tell the truth from the false.

Jimo what skills he is too clear, if he is not willing, few people can touch him, not Han dad, who will be, is it really a gangster?

When he came out of the bath, Han Zhaolin brought the medicine to him.

Ji Mo exhausted these days, to the bed a lie down, let him play.

As he applied the medicine, he counted them. Twenty eight lashes were firmly pulled onto his back. It was probably several days ago. Some of the broken skin healed by themselves, but the traces were still clear, enough to imagine how painful it was at that time.

"More than 20 lashes, still not dodging?"

Han Zhaolin couldn't help asking.

Ji Mo vaguely "um" a, Han Zhaolin look at the past, found that the other side has fallen asleep, but frown tight, it seems that in the dream is also unstable.

When I woke up the next day, Ji Mo had a fever. They ate in the hotel and went back to their room. Han Zhaolin lay on the bed and muttered to the ceiling, "let's elope. Go out and hide for a while. My parents haven't seen me for a year and a half. Maybe they'll let go of their heartache. What do you think?"

Ji Mo's action pauses for a while, light voice way, "are you willing?"

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