Bo Shao don't talk about love: I am an acting school

Mu Bing spoke calmly, as if he didn't care what would happen to the two of them at all, and was about to put down his phone when the news from Sang Jiuqing came again.

——Daily teasing skills, only one pet is enough.

Mu Bing raised his eyebrows, moved his fingertips, and a smile flashed in his eyes, and he replied slowly.

——It's a pity that I still can't move you.

Sang Jiuqing only thought that this person was joking, put the phone aside, stopped replying to messages, put on a mask beautifully, and lay down on the bed.

The neon lights outside the window were still bright, but no one knew how much darkness was hidden behind the bright lights. In a city like the imperial capital, too many people died of accidents every night.

Mu Jue's eyes were like dizzy ink, and when he reached the place Mu Bing told him, he frowned, Zhu Yanghui is in this place?

He moved his hand, and when he raised it again, he held a suppressed silver miniature pistol in his hand, turned over a few times, and climbed in along the window.

The room was very dark, and there was no one in a place similar to a bedroom, it was very quiet.

Mu Bing opened the door angrily, and went down the stairs to the first floor. The lights on the first floor were brightly lit. Unexpectedly, it was so late, and the man was still awake, and was studying TV dramas in his pajamas.

Zhu Yang heard the footsteps upstairs, he didn't respond, his eyes were still glued to the TV and couldn't tear it off, it was Sang Jiuqing's "Deep Palace" on TV, it was a rerun, he was fascinated by it.

"Is this woman beautiful?"

Mu Jue put the gun in his arms. It seemed that this man didn't plan to fight him tonight, and he felt a little depressed.

"Get out."

Without even thinking about it, Zhu Yang knew who the person next to him was, and his face was a little ugly. He took the cigarette case beside him with his fingertips, smoked a cigarette, and exhaled smoke rings faintly.

How could Mu Jue get out, frowned and sat on the sofa beside him, took the pillow beside him, and habitually hugged him into his arms. Anyway, he would feel very uncomfortable if he had nothing to hold.

Zhu Yang is too lazy to talk to this person, thinking about watching all of Sang Jiuqing's previous TV dramas tonight, when he saw "Deep Palace", he had to admire that person two points, every look is a play, or not exaggerated She said that when she stood there, she was full of drama.

It's no wonder that "Deep Palace" can achieve such good results, and it's no wonder her fans like her so much.

Not a person from a major, but she can figure out things like acting so thoroughly in a short period of time, she is born to eat this bowl of rice.

When Mu Jue saw Zhu Yang's eyes on the TV, to be precise, Luo was on the woman on the TV, he suddenly felt a little depressed, as if his pillow was about to be snatched away by others.

Mu Jue's butt left the sofa, and wanted to sit next to Zhu Yang, but just as he sat down, something cold hit his head, and the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at his head mercilessly.

Zhu Yang's dark eyes looked at him without any emotion, as if as long as he sat down, the bullet would ruthlessly pass through his head.

Zhu Yang never joked, at least not with him.

A trace of grievance flashed across Mu Jue's face, what's going on, this old friend treats him like this?
He probably forgot that when he entered the villa just now, he also had a gun in his hand.

Unwillingly, Mu Jue moved his butt farther away, and sat down obediently. At this time, he missed his Alaska very much, at least it was very obedient.

Zhu Yang put the gun aside indifferently, and didn't even bother to give Mu Jue a look. He didn't kill this person immediately, which was already the greatest kindness.

Thinking of what he had done, the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, and his whole body exuded a cold air.

Zhu Yang pretended that this person didn't exist, and stared at the TV earnestly. When he saw Sang Jiuqing for the first time, he knew that she had a lot of bad water in her stomach, so he willingly drank the glass of wine with ingredients that night. , I just wanted to see what she wanted to do, but I didn't expect that woman to think of that method, so the corners of her mouth twitched.

Mu Jue hugged the pillow boredly, and after a while, he nodded his head in boredom. Hearing the sound of Zhu Yang getting up, the drowsiness that had crawled up to his eyelids dissipated again, and he stood up with a "wow", walking step by step. followed behind Zhu Yang.

Zhu Yang's footsteps stopped, his brow furrowed fiercely, what was this pervert going to do, he gritted his teeth.

"Mu Jue, don't think that Mu Bing thinks highly of you, so I won't dare to kill you. If you annoy me, it will be useless for anyone to protect you."

When Mu Jue heard Zhu Yang's words, he blinked innocently. The strange thing is that a big man does this action, so damn good-looking, he doesn't feel hot eyes at all.

Zhu Yang felt that he might be crazy, so he clenched his hands tightly, and threw the gun in his hand to the ground with a slap, and with a wave of his hand, he threw it at Mu Jue's pretty face.

Mu Jue did a backflip and lay lightly on the sofa, his eyes were hooked, and it looked like the red lotus had become a spirit.

"Zhu Yang, didn't you just sleep with you all night, and I didn't do anything, why are you so angry now?"

Zhu Yang's body was numb, disgusting to death, an old man woke up in the morning to find that he was hugged by a man, he really wanted to vomit just thinking about it.

With a kick, the chair next to him flew towards Mu Jue. With a sway of Mu Jue's long legs, the chair fell to the side, smashing the TV screen and cracking it.

Zhu Yang stopped talking, pursed his lips, walked upstairs, opened the bedroom door, closed it hard, and rubbed his hair distractedly.

At the beginning, because this person quit the organization, everyone thought it was incredible, but only he himself knew the fear in his heart, the unspeakable unknown fear.

And Mu Jue was thrown downstairs, he didn't care, he walked slowly to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and found that there were a lot of ingredients in it, and they were all quite fresh, and he was a little hungry for a while, so he started to cook himself a bowl of noodles .

From the memory, Mu Jue seems to be living alone, so he still has the basic ability to live. It was accidental that he bumped into Mu Bing's car that night. out of his car.

Mu Jue's fingers are very slender, with distinct knuckles, but there is a thin layer of calluses on the fingertips. It can be seen that it is a hand that holds weapons all the year round. If it were placed in ancient times, it would definitely be the hand of a prince and general. It's just a pity. He's just a killer, one who doesn't even know his past.

When he met Mu Bing, he got his own name.

After a while, Mu Jue ordered a bowl of noodles and even cracked an egg. Looking at the empty living room, the loneliness suddenly devoured and sucked his soul and heart like a black hole.

It was this feeling that he couldn't bear the most.

After hesitating for a long time, he got up and went to the second floor. As expected, Zhu Yang's room was locked. After pushing and pushing, it remained motionless like a wall.

Sighing, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, lighted it and smoked lightly, he really didn't understand what he did wrong, didn't he just want to hug this person to sleep?

Could it be that a big man will die if he is put to sleep?
Mu Jue's idea is quite unique, at least in his opinion, there is nothing wrong with it, because the temperature of Zhu Yang's body is very comfortable, so he wants to get closer to him, is there something wrong between brothers?

Mu Jue finished smoking a cigarette, curled his lips, although he could open the door, but what's the point of doing that, it would only make the relationship between the two worse, thinking of this, he went downstairs and planned to go back to Mu Bing's villa.

Just halfway through, Sang Jiuyue's beautiful face suddenly popped up in his mind. Recently, Mu Bing seems to be paying attention to this woman, and Zhu Yang is also paying attention. Should he go and see.

He lowered his head and pondered for a while, thinking about it, let it go, he was afraid that he couldn't help it, and shot the woman to death, after all, she was fighting for the pillow with him now.

The night slowly deepened, but a city like the imperial capital has never been dark, no matter it is day or night.

Of course, Sang Jiuqing didn't know that she had attracted someone's attention. Now she wanted to make the movie "The Beacon of the Republic of China" wholeheartedly, so she didn't think about anything other than reading the script these days.

The footsteps of winter have come, and there is still a snowfall in the imperial capital in the morning, which makes thousands of people jump up excitedly, this is the first snow this winter.

Sang Jiuqing looked at the deposit on her bank card. She was already a little dissatisfied with the apartment in front of her. She wanted to change to a villa, so she could go out and have a snowball fight in such a snowy day. After all, she is not on the first floor now. , It is more troublesome to go up and down the stairs.

She was sitting by the window thinking about where to move, and when she looked up, she saw that the snowflakes seemed to be getting bigger, and there was a hint of surprise in her eyes. She still liked this kind of weather.

So I got up directly, took the coat on the shelf, opened the door and went downstairs, walked to the garden next to the apartment, took out my mobile phone to take a picture of the snow scene, thinking of the snowman my mother taught her when she was a child, a flash of nostalgia flashed in her eyes.

I squatted down and began to rub the snow into a snow ball, rolling all the way, and the snow ball became very big after a while.

then……

There's no after that……

She didn't know how to make a snowman. Her mother taught her many times when she was a child, but it was too difficult for her to make such a cute thing. She sighed and rolled another snowball, and the two put together , and finally found two branches, so that you can see what it is even if you look at it barely.

Sang Jiuqing took a photo and posted it on Weibo, with only three words attached - I piled it up.

Such a post was incredible, and the fans immediately became overjoyed. They also went out to build snowmen, took photos and commented.

"This is the snowman, you are a pile of snow, I'm sorry, I can't help it, hahaha~"

"The ugliest snowman I've ever seen, bar none."

"Yeti must be wondering what he did wrong..."

When Bo Luocheng saw this news, the corner of his mouth twitched. Even though his back was injured, he went to build one outside the villa himself. It was hard to imagine that a big old man made a nice snowman.