[BL] I Only Like Your Face

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UPLOADER'S NOTE:

Because this is MTL, there are a lot of mistakes in translaion esp the name.

I'm just gonna put it down here:

Han Shaoyang/Shaofang = Han Shaozhou

Brother Yang/Fang = Brother Zhou

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"I Only Like Your Face" Chapter 90

On weekdays, only Pang Mingshun lives in this manor mansion of Pang Mingshun. Pang Yuanqing rarely comes back because of his busy work. However, in the past, as long as Pang Mingshun said a word, Pang Yuanqing would rush back thousands of miles away.

　Pang Yuanqing was respectful and filial to his adoptive father, which was obvious to all the servants in the mansion, so even if Han Shaofeng found the housekeeper for a private chat, nothing unusual could be found.

　If there were no huge inheritance disputes, Han Shaofang knew that Pang Yuanqing would be a perfect uncle.

　Dinner was very pleasant.

　After dinner, Han Shaofang played chess with Pang Mingshun, while Mo Ming watched quietly with a teacup in hand, while Pang Yuanqing kept talking on the phone outside.

　After a while, Mo Ming excused himself to go to the bathroom and met Pang Yuanqing on the walkway under the outer corridor.

　Pang Yuanqing had just finished making a phone call, and Mo Ming took the initiative to say hello to him. However, no matter how he brought the topic to Zhou Xu to test, Pang Yuanqing could always answer the question with a few simple words, with a faint smile in his eyes, and his attitude was always very positive. friendly.

　He knew that with Pang Yuanqing's wisdom, he could definitely guess that the person who sneaked into his room that night was him. Naturally, he also knew that he must have heard some words that he shouldn't have heard. At this moment, he looked so natural, but he didn't know that he was jealous of him in his heart. What a deep sense of caution.

　It was obviously impossible to have a direct interview...

　Late at night, Han Shaoyang and Mo Ming stayed here. When they went upstairs, Mo Ming looked at the oil painting on the wall again.

　After returning to the room, Han Shaofang let go of his hand around Moming's waist. After taking a shower, he held a pillow and threw a thin blanket on the ground beside the bed, saying, "You sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on it." On the floor."

　There was a thick layer of light gray carpet on the floor beside the bed. The room was often cleaned by servants, so the carpet was always spotless, so it didn't hurt to sleep all night.

　"I'll sleep on the floor." Mo Ming said, "This is your grandpa's house." "

　I don't sleep well. I will roll down and hurt you in the middle of the night. My size is no joke." Han Shaoyang was directly there Lying down on the carpet, with his back to Mo Ming, the thin blanket covered his ears, he said, "This is nothing to argue about, it's just one night. Just be careful when you get up and don't step on me." Midnight