I Have a “System” Halo

"Come here, fill it up."

"Good volume."

On the wine table, the cups are staggered, you come and go. Xu Yi didn't mention it, but Mo Fan worked diligently to stop the wine. Xu Yi glanced at Mo Fan's increasingly ruddy face because of drinking too much, and calmly took people away from the wine table.

"I drink very well."

Mo Fan looked at Xu Yi in doubt. Isn't it natural to stop the wine for the boss? After so long with Xu Yi, Xu Fan knows nothing about drinking.

"You go and call the driver, we will go back immediately."

Mo Fan nodded, and his turbid brain was awake for a moment when he was blown out by the cold wind.

The people in the private rooms are some of Xu Yi's friends who have business dealings on the road, saying that they are friends, but the interests are more closely combined.

Such parties are not just about eating and drinking. Some assistants have reserved private rooms in the entertainment club, waiting for them to go.

Xu Yi didn't want to take Mo Fan to the kind of dark place, even if Mo Fan came from there, he knew a little about the situation inside. Since having eaten, Xu Yi has n’t stayed, and excuse me to be busy. Out of the rest of the crowd, the others narrowed their eyes.

The car was parked at the door and waited. The driver opened the door in the back seat and said, embarrassed, "Xu Ye, Mo Fan ..."

Xu Yi waved his hand to show that he didn't care, but he let it go lightly and sat next to the young man leaning on the back of the back seat with his eyes closed, wondering whether he was awake or awake.

I didn't feel any good when I drank it. After blowing a cold wind, the stamina of this wine came up. Mo Fan originally planned to sit in the car for a while, but the feeling of dizziness became more and more obvious. Even if he knew someone was sitting beside him, he couldn't open his eyes.

The youth's white cheeks were pink, the ends of the eyes were red, and the brows were lightly wrinkled. Without the flattery when he faced him, Xu Yi felt that the youth were more exciting.

Breathe lightly, draped softly on the forehead, and Jie Yu, who is quivering like a rabbit, has no excess taste on the youth of wine, leaving only a faint scent of wine, mellow and sweet.

Xu Yi raised his hand and fiddled with the young man's forehead gently, staring at the gorgeous wet lips, his breathing became a little rapid.

The youth's unconsciousness fiddled with Xu Yi's heartstrings, leaning on him as if bewildered. The youth's face gradually enlarged in front of Xu Yi, Xu Yi's throat knot moved slightly, and the two breathed.

Suddenly, the car bumped, Xu Yi stabilized his body, stepped back, and glanced at the rearview mirror with a warning look. The driver carefully looked away, sweating coldly.

Did he see something he shouldn't see ...

In the shock, Mo Fan moved and turned his head to the side near the window. The delicate face of the young man came and went on the road, and the lights of the vehicle disappeared clearly.

Xu Yi exhaled, like a regretful sigh. Along the way, his eyes did not leave the youth's face.

Xu Yi opened a room for the young people, but when they got to the hotel, the young people refused to get out of the car and mumbled to go home. In desperation, Xu Yi asked the driver to send people back.

Xu Fan remembers Mo Fan's address very clearly. The pavement in the old town is potty, and the car is dangling and very unstable, but Mo Fan seems to have become accustomed to such dangling, and his frowns have stretched a bit.

At the door of the house, Mo Fan still refused to get out of the car. When Xu Yizheng was about to bring people back, the door opened.

A small figure came out carrying the light, his expression was cold, and he glanced at Xu Yi. When he saw the familiar figure in the car, he softened.

"uncle."

Mo Fan's consciousness was vague, but he subconsciously responded. Mo Wei's face softened a bit, standing in front of the open car door and reaching out to Mo Fan, "Uncle, go home."

Mo Fan's hand was waving in the air, as if he was looking for something, until he touched Mo Wei's hand, he stopped and got out of the car in the strength of the other party.

Xu Yi put a hand on the unstable person, and he was necessary to help people walk inside.

"Uncle, thank you for bringing your uncle home."

Mo Wei glanced vaguely at the other's tall back, glanced at his thin body and small palms, and the light flashed in his eyes, disappearing like an illusion.

The aunt who chased Mo Wei out of the door saw Mo Fan drunk, helped her hand, and brought people to the sofa in the living room. Mo Wei has been following the two of them, and waited for Mo Fan to sit down before speaking.

"You're Mo Fan's nephew." This time, this age, appeared in this place, except for Mo Fan's 8-year-old nephew, and no one else.

However, the child was a little unexpected to him.

"Do you have any help?" Xu Yi asked in his widest voice.

"No, there is an aunt, thank you Uncle."

The child's eyes saw him with vigilance, Xu Yi shook his head secretly, only when the child was afraid of the stranger, and finally looked at Mo Fan and turned out.

Mo Wei stared at Xu Yi's back tightly. Even though the person had disappeared into his sight, he did not move. Until the sound of a car starting came from the door, Mo Wei closed the door like a dream, and returned to Mo Fan's side of the living room.

Instructed the aunt to cook the sober soup and drive people off. Mo Wei held the bowl and said, "Uncle, drink a little."

Mo Fan's half-opened eyes had no focal length, and stared at Mo Wei's direction for a long time. Suddenly her pupils shrank and she raised her hand and knocked over the bowl that Mo Wei was holding.

The crisp sound of the porcelain bowl crashing into the ground came, and the aunt was startled, and did not dare to go out to check. She also understands these days. Although Mo Wei is young, she has her own ideas and is not as coquettish as ordinary children.

At first, she thought it was easy to take care of a child, but when she coaxed the child with a different mind and stared at each other's dark eyes, there was suddenly a feeling in the aunt's heart of being stared by the beast. A chill rose. Since then, she has taken care of herself, devoted herself to Mo Wei's life, and dare not neglect at all.

"Aren't you gone? Why should you come back?" Mo Fan's voice yanked sharply, sitting upright, glaring at the person in front of her.

Mo Wei's face is not similar to Mo Fan. Instead, it is similar to Xu Weiya in three or four points, combining Xu Weiya's perfect features and adding masculine lines.

Especially those eyes, when Mo Wei stared at Mo Fan intently and emotionally, Mo Fan would always return to the time when the two were in love. However, at this moment, the eyes that once made him love only aroused his anger and irritability.

Mo Wei's hand stopped in the air, keeping the movement when holding the bowl, the shadow cast by the thick eyelashes covered the look in his eyes.

Why does the uncle think about that person who is called his mother in blood? Is n’t it just him and his uncle?

Mo Wei looked sad and stood quietly. Mo Fan was unconscious and regarded Mo Wei as Xu Weiya. The sadness of the other side was understood by him as a superficial falsehood and pushed people to the ground.

The straight back hit the glass table, and there was a dull pain in the place where he touched. Mo Wei had no resistance at all, and sat down on the ground in the force of Mo Fan's refusal.

"Don't pretend to be pitiful, I have seen you through. I have seen too much of this kind of drama. You are a bitch, show words, as long as you have money, even beggars do not refuse to come?

Mo Fan was crazy, those dark and depressed negative emotions deliberately suppressed in order to take care of the children surged up.

Reaching for the eye-popping "woman" who had collapsed to the ground, she lifted it by the collar, Mo Fan was still on the sofa, and the man's small body bounced several times before he stopped.

"Am I not good enough for you? Why leave me?"

The weak sentence was spoken out by Mo Fan, gnashing his teeth, holding the person under him tightly, and strong enough to leave a deep purple mark.

From the beginning to the end, Mo Wei's expression was calm, listening to Mo Fan or crazy, or affectionate words, his eyes were dark. Until exhausted, Mo Fan calmed down and fell asleep on the sofa.

Mo Wei bumped into bruises on his body, leaving a slight or heavy pain in each place, but he looked like nothing happened, and asked Auntie to help him lift the person to the bed in the room.

The quiet young man is quiet and beautiful, judging from the previous image. Mo Wei took off Mo Fan's clothes. Because he was young, he did not help him put on his pajamas, finished himself, got into the quilt with the other's body temperature, and his small arms tightly circled Mo Fan's waist. With a comfortable expression, she fell asleep.

Consciousness returned, a small body clinging to himself, emitting heat, and Mo Fan hadn't felt like this for a long time, as if returning to the time when the two men first lived in a house.

Mo Fan, showing a kind smile, touched the child's soft hair, and put a light kiss on the other's smooth forehead. Covering the corner, he lifted the quilt slightly down because of his actions. Mo Fan was about to take away his little hand that was around him, but his eyes were fixed on the child's delicate wrists.

A circle of bluish-purple stains around the opponent's wrist made people think of sadism.

Mo Fan couldn't bear the fact that the child was sleeping soundly, and called out, sternly, "What's going on ?!"

The child kept his head down and remained silent.

Mo Fan eased his voice, "Tell your uncle if someone bullied you, and your uncle will help you get justice."

The child shook his head and whispered, "This is what I hurt myself while playing, it's not a matter of others."

Mo Fan naturally does not believe that such an impression is obviously not left by ordinary playfulness. But the child refused to speak, and Mo Fan had to let go of the incident first and prepare breakfast for the child.

Mo Fan's craftsmanship, which has not been making breakfast in person for a long time, is not unfamiliar.

After sending the child out, Mo Fan called Xu Yi and apologized to the other party for his negligence yesterday. Xu Yi comforted two sentences and gave him a day off, and told him to take a day off.

After Mo Wei learns to ride a bicycle, don't send it away by her aunt, and go to school on a bicycle every day. When Mo Fan knew it, she didn't care, and the aunt stopped it.

Mo Fan, who did not get the answer from the child, did not give up, and asked her to ask questions. The aunt's eyes flickered, hesitating to say half a word, and looking at him with a hint of fear.

Mo Fan said, "If you don't tell the truth, it's not so simple to dismiss."

The occasion that I saw by chance flashed in her mind, her knees softened, she sat down on the ground, and told the original story.

Mo Fan's eyes were complicated, and in the aunt's trenches, people returned to the room.