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 89
There is only one step between risking your life and not giving up your life. People who cherish their lives and care about them will never do such risky things.
Although Han Shaofang had lingering fears about Mo Ming's behavior, he didn't feel that Mo Ming had any deep understanding of the matter. He only felt Mo Ming's desperate drive to do things.
The last time he felt like this was when he was inquiring about Mo Ming's past in that small county town.
For those who have no worries, they can live their best life or risk their lives without hesitation. He doesn't know what is worthy of Mo Ming taking such a risk, but he confirms that Mo Ming did not do this for the sake of his own safety. Leaving some escape route for himself was different from how he dealt with Shen Qian's group. He was risking his life tonight.
If he slipped and fell, he would be dead without even a cry for help...
Feeling the cold air on the side, Mo Ming shrank his neck and hid half of his face in the water.
Han Shaofang stood up and left the bathroom. He left so fast that Mo Ming didn't see Han Shaofang's expression clearly. He only looked at his back and felt that he was angry.
He seemed very angry...
"Thank you just now..."
Mo Ming said softly to Han Shaoyang's back as he was about to go out.
Han Shaofeng ignored him and took Mo Ming's clothes out when he left, leaving no underwear behind.
After a while, Mo Ming came out from the bath. He only had a bath towel wrapped around his waist, and his tight upper body was naked. The misty heat was coming out, like a piece of freshly baked snow-white glutinous rice. He looked at the chest and leaned against it. The man in front of the bedside table clenched his hands on his chest with nowhere to rest. Mo Ming asked in a low voice: "Where are my clothes..." "
Come here." Han Shaoyang said expressionlessly, "Answer the question."
Mo Ming stood there without moving. , pursed his lips: "Then, why should I listen to you..."
"I just helped you out." Han Shaofang said, "Why, you are used to treating me as a tool, you can use me as a matter of course, and then you can be confident Ignore me."
"..."
With two cold star-like gazes, Mo Ming walked to the other side of the bed. He was obviously embarrassed to be naked, but since he couldn't hold any clothes, Mo Ming simply wrapped the thin quilt on the bed around him. , with only his head exposed, he sat cross-legged on the bedside, with his back to Han Shaoyang.
Seeing Mo Ming's reluctant look, Han Shaoyang snorted: "You don't trust me so much, why are you running into my room?"
Mo Ming: "..."
"Tell me, why are you going to my uncle's room?" "Han Shaofang said, "You can just say it, Pang Yuanqing is not my uncle, and he and I are not of the same mind, otherwise I wouldn't have come to your rescue in front of him just now." Mo Ming was silent for a while and then whispered
: " It's my own private matter..."
"It has something to do with Zhou Xu, right?" Han Shaofang said.
Mo Ming was stunned for a moment and turned to look at Han Shaoyang.
"Last night at the elevator entrance, you were very inappropriate with Pang Yuanqing's initiative, and you also mentioned Zhou Xu inexplicably." Han Shaofang said, "As for the things that can make you risk your life, besides being related to Zhou Xu, I also I can't think of anything else."
Mo Ming lowered his head again and said in a low voice: "This matter essentially has nothing to do with you..." "
So you don't plan to talk about it?"
"..."
Mo Ming turned around and sat facing Han Shaoyang. , he pursed his lips slightly, his dark eyes thoughtful, and finally said: "I can tell you, and if you are willing, I have something to ask you for help." Han Shaoyang narrowed his eyes slightly
.
Mo Ming immediately continued: "I'm not from the Bai Gang. I'll give you an important piece of information in exchange. It's related to your safety. It must be regarded as an exchange of equal value." "Oh, what is it
?"
Mo Ming asked cautiously: "Then Did you agree?"
Han Shaoyang sneered: "Then if I don't agree, you won't disclose a single word of this so-called information related to my safety."
Mo Ming lowered his eyes: "I will tell you even if I don't agree."
Han Shaoyang looked at Mo Ming: "Why?"
"Because you are a good..."
"Shut up."
"..."
Of course Han Shaoyang agreed in the end, and then Mo Ming naturally told what he heard under Pang Yuanqing's bed. Say it all.
To Mo Ming's expectation, Han Shaoyang didn't react much. He just raised an eyebrow slightly, and then said: "I know, I can tell you now."
Mo Ming then mentioned Zhou Xu...
according to What Cheng Jing said that day at least revealed the possibility that the plan to frame Zhou Xu was the idea provided by an assistant next to Pang Yuanqing.
It would be an exaggeration to ask the assistant to the president of a group to personally participate in the planning of the disputes and hype between artists. Mo Ming checked the assistant and found that there was no personal grudge between him and Zhou Xu. Apart from that incident, it seemed that there was no personal grudge between him and Zhou Xu. Hong Yi has not yet dealt with other matters, so it is obvious that he came here with a specific purpose.
That is to act under orders, and as Pang Yuanqing's assistant, naturally he is most likely to act under Pang Yuanqing's orders.
This was just a one-sided speculation, so he wanted to check Pang Yuanqing's mobile phone for verification. With Pang Yuanqing's status, he had no chance to contact him in other fields except using this clumsy way to find clues.
"Do you think the Zhou Xu incident is more than just an online controversy?" Han Shaofang asked.
While investigating Mo Ming before, he naturally also briefly checked Zhou Xu, so he was also very clear about Zhou Xu being pursued by the entire Internet. There were only two kinds of controversies on the Internet. One was that Zhou Xu was indeed morally corrupt, and the other was that Xia Qing He framed Zhou Xu for his superiors.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Han Shaoyang did believe the latter.
The man who redeemed Mo Ming and became a light in Mo Ming's heart would definitely not be able to do that kind of thing...and still call him the prototype of his stand-in.
"It's not just Brother Zhou who was framed, but also the accident..." Mo Ming said, "But at the moment I only know a little bit about investigating." "Your investigation method is to climb up to the
balcony of more than thirty floors."
Mo Ming lowered his head. Head, his voice was very low: "Next time, I won't crawl..."
Han Shaofang looked at the person who was wrapped like a rice dumpling, with his head hanging down, and the damp hair hanging in front of his forehead, and he said again: "I will do it at dawn. Go home. I will visit my grandpa tomorrow afternoon. You come with me."
Mo Ming raised his head: "Ah?"
"Based on the information you gave me, I am willing to take you to get to know Pang Yuanqing." Han Shaoyang paused. After a pause, he turned to look out the window and said in a deep voice, "Consider it cooperation."
"Thank you." Mo Ming said immediately.
Han Shaoyang slowly turned his head and saw Mo Ming's eyes filled with joy, looking at him unblinkingly.
Turning his head and looking away again, Han Shaoyang said without emotion: "Pang Yuanqing thinks you are my lover, don't reveal your secret when the time comes."
Mo Ming nodded obediently.
After dawn, the two returned to Sichuanhai. In order to make plans to go to Pang's house together tomorrow afternoon, Mo Ming sat in Han Shaoyang's car, and his own car was driven back with the help of Han Shaoyang's assistant.
After chatting about business and nothing personal, the two of them looked at the car windows on their respective sides without saying anything more. After a while, Mo Ming leaned on the car seat and fell asleep.
He didn't sleep all night last night...
Han Shaofang saw Mo Ming squinting his eyes and swaying. He laughed at himself several times, but he still moved his body quietly.
Glancing at the furry head leaning on his shoulder, Han Shaoyang frowned and turned to look out the window again... There was still grace even after the emotion was gone. He, Han Shaoyang, was not that stingy.
Han Shaofang's driver first drove the car near Moming's apartment.
Mo Ming opened the car door, one leg already on the ground, and as if remembering something, he turned to look at Han Shaoyang.
"What I said is true. When you go out, bring more bodyguards..." Mo Ming said, "Your uncle is very dangerous." "
Okay." The corners of Han Shaofang's lips twitched, "Thank you for reminding me again."
Mo Ming got off. In the car, Han Shaoyang watched him walk into the community through the car window.
He saw that Mo Ming seemed to have turned around at the corner that was about to disappear after entering the door.
Unfortunately, he was too far away and couldn't see Mo Ming's expression clearly...
In the evening, it started to snow again.
Before going to bed at night, Mo Ming was watching videos on his phone when a reminder suddenly popped up on his phone.
[Han Shaoyang sent you a message]
Mo Ming was stunned for a moment and opened his fingers lightly, but...
[Han Shaoyang withdrew a message]
Mo Ming: "..."
The next afternoon, Han Shaoyang took Mo Ming to Pang's house.
Pang Mingshun's health is not as good as before, and because he witnessed the death of his son, daughter and son-in-law in the hospital, he is extremely resistant to places like hospitals. He would rather have a group of private doctors waiting for him in the manor at all times than live two months shorter. I don’t want to hang my life in a place like a hospital.
The personal doctor told Han Shaoyang that he would not survive for three months at most, which was still an optimistic prediction.
The night before, he was seriously ill and was in emergency, and his physical condition became even worse. The next day, he still returned to his manor to recuperate. However, although he knew that he was not going to die soon, his mentality was okay. He knew that his grandson was going to come back with his grandson-in-law, so he sent someone a day in advance. Get ready.
Mo Ming squatted in front of Pang Mingshun's wheelchair, one hand held by Pang Mingshun.
Pang Mingshun's eyes were tired but full of kindness. He took off a green jade ring from his thumb and stuffed it into Mo Ming's palm. He said softly: "To be honest, I have always been worried that Xiao Han will be like his deceased uncle. It's not formal, but I'm relieved now. I can feel that you are a stable child...
Finally, Pang Mingshun raised his head and said to Han Shaofang who was standing aside: "Treat Xiao Moming well, just like your mother treats your father. Don't imitate me." Your uncle keeps a bunch of mistresses outside. "
As the sun goes down, Pang Mingshun loves to talk about his two children who died early, which seems to be a regret that he can't digest in his whole life.
Mo Ming stood up, Han Shaoyang stretched out his hand to wrap his waist naturally, and Mo Ming also moved his body slightly towards Han Shaoyang's chest. Being so close, Pang Mingshun was very pleased to see this.
Being too close, Han Shaoyang could smell the fragrance of Mo Ming's collar, which seemed to be the scent of him holding him in his arms for countless nights. His arms subconsciously tightened, and Mo Ming turned his head. Looking at him blankly.
Han Shaoyang explained in a low voice: "This is more like..."
Before dinner started, the servant pushed Pang Mingshun to take medicine, and Pang Yuanqing was also on the way back.
Han Shaoyang took Mo Ming upstairs to get familiar with each other, and the two started from there. Going up the stairs, the long staircase winds up around the blue-gray wall. Mo Ming is attracted by an oil painting hanging on the wall. There are three people in the painting, an older man sitting on the chair in the middle, and a young woman. Standing behind him, putting his hands on his shoulders, a young man sat on the ground next to him, leaning on the handle of the chair with his elbows and supporting his head in a casual posture.
Mo Ming stared at the young man in the painting and turned to ask Han Shaoyang : “Is this your father? "
No, my uncle. " Han Shaoyang couldn't help but laugh and said, "You look a lot like me, right?"
Mo Ming nodded: "The eyebrows and eyes look very similar. "
"Grandpa, this is my mother. " Han Shaofang pointed to the other two people in the painting, "This painting was painted by my grandfather based on a photo after my mother and uncle passed away. I was not yet born when the photo was taken." "
Mo Ming leaned closer to the painting and stared at Uncle Han's half bracelet protruding from his cuff. It seemed a bit familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. The
oil painting was never as good as the photo, and the details were not exquisite enough to study deeply.
"Where is the photo of this painting? Mo Ming said warmly, "Can I take a look?" "
"Can. "Han Shaofang said, "I'll take you to my grandpa's study upstairs..." "
What are you looking at..."
A low and gentle voice came from below.
Pang Yuanqing came back at some point and stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking light gray. His suit jacket was hung on his forearms. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the person above. The bright lights in the hall were reflected on the thin lenses, making it difficult to see the eyes behind him.
"It turns out that my uncle is back. "Han Shaofang once again put his hand around Mo Ming's waist.
Mo Ming understood and bowed slightly to Pang Yuanqing below: "Hello, uncle. Pang
Yuanqing nodded slightly, with a slight smile on his lips: "Come down first, dinner is about to begin." "