C11 Chapter 11

For some things, whether or not there was an answer didn't really matter.

Yan Moxiao had never been gentle to Yan Zhixiao and didn't feel that it was necessary. It seemed too late to start over. All this, as he walked out of the abandoned building, was clear.

He felt some pain on his face. Under the dim light of the street lamp, the finger marks on his cheeks could be clearly seen.

Yan Zhixiao had never hit him before. In other words, she wouldn't hit him for such a thing. Yan Moxiao wasn't unable to dodge Yan Ruo's slap just now, he just didn't dodge.

He knew that the man was very angry, the anger was written all over his face. This was different from Yan Zhixiao, the latter could hide his emotions, his ability to endure would definitely be beyond your imagination.

Yan Moxiao realized that he had been comparing the two of them tonight. The two of them, who were overlapping each other, now seemed to be slowly separating.

He didn't know what that meant. It was actually very simple. He bumped into Mo Donglin and was then mocked by the man. Then he got drunk and went into a drunken frenzy.

These explanations were logical, but they also made people feel that it was incomprehensible.

Yan Moxiao took out his phone from his jacket pocket and looked at the time displayed on the screen. It was an awkward time to be chased out at such a time, and he even seemed to have lost his wallet, as if it was matched with the pain on his face. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed like he had gotten what he deserved.

While there was still some electricity on his phone, he opened his contact list and found the number that was frequently used. After he connected, someone quickly answered.

Cheng Sen never turned off his phone, but he would put it a bit further away from the bed. In addition, he was in a light slumber.

After answering the call, the person on the other end of the line cursed Yan Moxiao over and over again.

When he was almost done with his scolding and asked Yan Moxiao what was the matter, Yan Moxiao was silent for a moment before he smiled and said: "Nothing, just make a call and see what you're doing."

If Cheng Sen was here, he would definitely slap Yan Moxiao a second time.

After hanging up the phone under the man's curse, Yan Moxiao walked slowly along the roadside. At the same time, he touched half of his face and suddenly smiled.

If you had been willing to do this, perhaps we wouldn't have ended up like this today.

But if it was only if. Putting his hands down, Yan Moxiao looked back at the old building behind him. The window of the unit where Yan Ruo lived was facing him, and the entire floor was dark. He wondered if that person was looking at him from the window.

Yan Moxiao admitted that he was interested in him. In addition to his face, the man's personality was very much to his liking. It occurred to him that if Yan Zhixiao had only thought half of it, he would have stopped thinking about it.

Because there was no point in it now.

Simply put, Yan Zhixiao was not here anymore, and he still wanted to continue his absurd fall.

In the morning, footsteps could be heard in the corridor of the quaint villa. The man wore an ordinary black suit, a white shirt, and a meticulously tied tie. In this slightly hot weather, it didn't make much sense. Even so, he gave off a refreshing feeling from head to toe. Although it was a little depressing, it was very quiet.

Arriving at the door, he knocked twice before opening the door and entering with light footsteps.

The room was very spacious, but there weren't many things in there. Mo Donglin, who heard the door opening, rubbed his forehead and then slowly sat up on the bed. His upper body was bare, and the quilt had slipped down to his waist, to the point where the base of his thigh could be seen.

Because he was proficient in the way of health care, Mo Donglin, who was in his early forties, had a figure that his peers definitely could not compare to. His four limbs were long and his body was sturdy.

Mo Donglin pushed away his messy hair and asked with his eyes closed: "Is everything ready?"

The man nodded. Then, as if he had thought of something, he replied softly, "Yes." There was no other meaning, it was just obedience.

Mo Donglin raised his head and glanced at the person beside the bed. The latter stood there respectfully with his head slightly lowered, and his gaze did not stay on Mo Donglin. This alone was different from the people who had come to wake him up.

The people who used to wake him up would climb into this bed whenever they entered this room. It wasn't a secret that Mo Donglin was a couple eating together. Although he didn't want to indulge himself, a normal man's morning reaction couldn't be avoided. Therefore, there were many times when he was "using everything at his disposal". But when it was used, it would be replaced. He would not give those who had a relationship with him a second chance. What he needed was an outlet to vent his desires, not a lover with feelings.

But today, the desire that had been calm for so long was about to sprout again. Mo Donglin wasn't sure what the person in front of him would do if he asked him to help him deal with it. Though his answer didn't matter to him.

However, facing that face, he found that he could not open his mouth.

so cold, so similar --

With a faint sense of frustration, frustration, or anger, Mo Donglin didn't want to think about it too much.

This dutiful man in front of him had become his bodyguard half a year ago, but sometimes he was more like a housekeeper. His life had always been very regular, and this man was sometimes even more regular than him. With his current age, he was already a rare existence.

In just a short half a year, he was taken quite well. Therefore, he left this man behind. Though he didn't even seem to remember his name. Because he was distracted, because that person was dead.

The two remained silent, but the atmosphere wasn't too tense.

"Call me master." Until Mo Donglin suddenly spoke.

The man seemed to be stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't understand what was going on. However, after a few seconds, he still lowered his head slightly. Like a sudden breeze, his clear and indifferent voice lightly called out, "Master."

Mo Donglin did not have much of a reaction, but very soon, his handsome eyebrows slowly frowned. It had been a long time since he had accepted a disciple, and even the last one would not call him that.

"From now on, don't call me that."

The one who was called was him, and the one who wasn't called was him.

The man did not express anything because of his' unreasonable provocation ', but he still nodded his head.

"Yes."

A trace of displeasure flashed across Mo Donglin's face. This kind of mood was rare in this kind of morning.

"Go out."

The man nodded and turned around, obediently like a machine that had lost its program. When he was about to leave, he heard Mo Donglin say: "Call someone in."

Understanding what he wanted, he tapped it lightly.

"Yes."