Klein bottle personality

Man is a complex and changeable creature, no one knows whether it is a flower or a dagger hidden behind "I love you", or even a bowl of honey mixed with poison.

Under the ice surface is a dark tide of flowing water, and under the surface is a delicate heart with seven apertures, where there is a cause, there must be an effect.

Ding Muyan really doesn't like the bar environment. He always feels that there will be eyes peeking around in the dark. If he is ten years younger, he probably belongs to the kind of person who is asked to choose a date place for him, and he will choose the library. Although the little freshness of literature and art no longer exists, Xijing's nature cannot be changed.

Most importantly, Dr. Ding was sleepy.Amidst the sharp electronic sound and the dazzling lights, Ding Muyan was sitting at the bar counter holding a glass of sparkling wine, his head dangling in a drowsy state.

"Hey!" Peng Zhicheng rushed from behind, almost hanging on his neck, "Ding Ding, I'm convinced, you can fall asleep with such noise."

Ding Muyan woke up with a start and was almost strangled to death by him: "I even said I don't want to come, why are you dragging me around? Little girl? Do you need someone to accompany you to the bathroom?"

"Hey, I came here specially to take you to relax, okay?" Peng Zhicheng turned around exaggeratedly, leaned on the bar counter, faced the venue, and put on a pose facing the sea with spring flowers blooming, "Look, there are so many The flowers are waiting for me to water them, and I must not let them down."

Ding Muyan kept rolling his eyes.

"Ah, I'm late! Don't miss any good show!" Meng Qiu rushed in from the outside, sat down next to Ding Muyan, snatched Peng Zhicheng's wine and drank a few boldly like mineral water.

Peng Zhicheng knocked on the bar: "Hey, after drinking my wine, I'm going to sleep in my bed tonight."

Meng Qiu gave him a nasty slap, and carefully took out the small mirror to touch up his makeup. He did it at the luxury goods counter, and he was full of trendy products.

As soon as he sat down, Ding Muyan was surrounded by a strong fragrance, wishing he could go back to the hospital immediately and smell the disinfectant: "Is it the perfume on your body?"

Meng Qiu coquettishly cast a wink: "I bought a new one today, does it smell good? It's the midnight temptation type."

"Sprayed too much, I can't breathe."

Meng Qiu instantly transformed into a dominatrix: "Why do you look like a straight man!"

Ding Muyan didn't want to talk because he couldn't bear the smell of perfume on his body and was criticized as a straight man.

"I'm going to play, it's a waste of time talking to you!" Meng Qiu said, leaving behind a gust of fragrance and ran away.

Peng Zhicheng glanced at the empty wine glass, tilted his head, and put it on Ding Muyan's shoulder: "Ding Ding, I heard that the surname Xue is back, did you go to find you?"

Ding Muyan pushed his head away: "Your news is too ill-informed. He has been back for a while, and he runs to my hospital every few days."

"Wow, if you're not dead, then he must have encountered a lot of obstacles."

"The dean is still talking to him about the purchase of equipment, and I can't do anything to him. Besides..." Ding Muyan took a sip of his wine, "He dumped me, which means that I don't have enough weight in his heart, and I don't have much to say .I thought I would hate him, but it’s just like that when I really see people, there is no psychological activity. But it’s still annoying when he pesters me.”

"Dean Ding is full of charm!" Peng Zhicheng did not give up, and insisted on leaning on Ding Muyan's shoulder as if he had no bones, "Is your young master Xiao angry?"

"I have nothing to do with Xue Chuwei, he won't be so stingy."

Peng Zhicheng's gaze slanted over: "I don't believe it, don't think that everyone else is like you with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, and most of them are people with a sweet mouth and a sharp belly."

"What are you talking about?" Ding Muyan frowned.

"Yo yo, did you say that Mr. Xiao felt distressed?"

"I don't care about you, go water your flowers. You are a bee in front of them, but a fly in front of me." Ding Muyan pointed at a table of cute little zeros, and a group of people were huddled together I don't know what I'm looking at.

"Jealous of me, I can see, I'm the one who owns the whole forest!"

"I wish you an early death." Ding Muyan raised his glass.

Peng Zhicheng laughed loudly, and ordered another glass of wine to toast Ding Muyan.

While drinking, Meng Qiu suddenly screamed: "How could it be this pervert?!"

The two looked at him, those people were looking at their mobile phones together, Meng Qiu snatched the mobile phone and held it in Ding Muyan's direction: "Brother Yan, look, it's that pervert!"

Peng Zhicheng took a glance: "Hey, isn't this Mr. Xiao?"

Ding Muyan didn't bother to talk to him at first, but after hearing Peng Zhicheng's words, he glanced at him, and it was indeed Xiao Jin. They were watching a documentary video, and the film was interspersed with the planner and director talking about the idea of ​​shooting the film. Xiao Jin's outstanding appearance And elegant conversation is particularly photogenic.

"What are you doing grabbing my phone, give it back to me!" A sitting person snatched back the phone and glared at Meng Qiu, "What is this pervert, that pervert, keep your mouth clean, I think you are a pervert! Our boss is nice and kind." Talented, I am more handsome than on TV!"

It turned out that the employees of Xiao Jin Media Company were showing off their boss here, and a few people beside him praised him for being handsome and envious.

"Then he is a pervert, Brother Yan, you testify for me!" Meng Qiu was not convinced after being scolded, and Ding Muyan was involved.

Ding Muyan was annoyed by these people, and said to Peng Zhicheng, "I'm leaving, we'll talk when we have time."

"It's still early, let's have another drink."

At this time, a faint voice came from the other side: "Look at you group of worthless people, I saw a good-looking man whose legs couldn't close together. Is he amazing? I've even slept in it."

The employee's eyes widened: "How is it possible? Stop bragging!"

The man rolled his eyes so coquettishly: "Is there still a need to brag about this kind of thing?"

The staff refused to believe it, and the two of them quarreled with each other one sentence at a time. Some of the people next to them tried to persuade them to fight, and some asked them gossipingly.

Ding Muyan, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped and looked at the man. He was tall and thin, with a handsome appearance, and a pleasing appearance.

Compared to Ding Muyan's expressionless face, Peng Zhicheng changed his face on the spot, put away his suave playboy appearance, and hooked his fingers at Meng Qiu.

Meng Qiu was still happily watching the two quarreling, taking each step slowly, and was pulled over by Peng Zhicheng.

"Why, it hurts so much." Meng Qiu rubbed his wrist.

Peng Zhicheng twitched his jaw: "Who is that person?"

Seeing his serious face, Meng Qiu also stopped laughing: "He? You don't know him? Oh, he hasn't come here these two years."

"Speak the key."

"That bastard is for sale. I don't know what his full name is, but he's called Xiaogu. Look at his eyes, the corners of which have been opened. They weren't that big before, but now they're rich. What a shit, shit, just rely on it." That asshole is not too dirty to make money,..."

The more dirty he was, the uglier Ding Muyan's face became. Seeing this, Peng Zhicheng quickly stopped: "Shut up, didn't you cut your eyelids too?"

"Can it be the same, my old lady earns money for nothing..."

"Where did he do it?" Ding Muyan asked suddenly.

"Famous building."

The resplendent building appeared in Ding Muyan's mind, as if every brick was fired with gold.

Peng Zhicheng sneaked a glance at Ding Muyan, and said to Meng Qiu, "Try to find a way to ask more questions."

Only then did Meng Qiu realize that something was wrong with the atmosphere. Although he didn't know what happened, he obediently asked.

He is the most enthusiastic about gossip, even if Peng Zhicheng didn't say it, he would probably ask.He put on a look of admiration and squeezed to Xiaogu's side: "Really? You really slept with him? I heard he's super rich! When did it happen?"

Xiaogu's vanity was satisfied, and he said triumphantly: "When did it happen? More than a month? Two months ago? I can't remember clearly, anyway, it was a recent event."

Meng Qiu sneaked a glance at the two, Ding Muyan didn't respond, Peng Zhicheng winked and motioned him to ask again.

"That's amazing!" Meng Qiu praised against his will, "Please explain carefully."

"He comes to the famous building to play, so I will play with him."

"What are you playing?"

"What else can I play? Play on the bed!" Probably because this question is too mentally retarded, Xiaogu rolled his eyes unwillingly, suspecting that he was laughing at himself.

"I mean what did he talk to you about?"

Xiaogu thought for a while and then sneered: "He said he was straight and couldn't be hard on men. He also asked me what happened to a friend of his who used to be straight and then became bent. I laughed to death. I don't know what's going on. , If you want to go through the back door, just leave."

"Huh? Straight? Then what are you doing?"

Xiaogu's complexion changed, he straightened his waist, and raised his chin: "If you touch it hard, will you still be hard in front of me? Don't you look at who I am? I have been busy all night, and the next day I I can’t even get out of bed, if you don’t believe me, go to a famous building and ask, they all know!”

"So fierce..." Meng Qiu's position began to waver, "Is his waist okay? Are his chest muscles comfortable to the touch? Did he play bondage with you?"

Peng Zhicheng kept coughing on the sidelines.

Ding Muyan straightened his coat: "I'm tired, I'm going home." Before Peng Zhicheng could say anything, he had already walked outside.

"Hey, wait!" Peng Zhicheng put down his wine glass and hurriedly chased him out, "Did you hear what that person said just now?"

From the noisy bar to the quiet street, the cold wind at night made people feel a bit chilly. Ding Muyan lowered his head, shrunk into his coat, and quickened his pace: "A seller, do you believe what he says?"

Peng Zhicheng followed closely: "Then the friend he mentioned was talking about Jiang Chen, right? Could it be fake? Didn't Xiao Jin really ask, and he could make it up?"

"I might have heard it somewhere, there is no impenetrable wall."

"The time he said was about Xiao Jingang was with you, right? His behavior is terrible!"

"It's been said that this kind of person can't say anything in order to gain attention? It's crazy if you believe him!"

Ding Muyan walked faster and faster, almost running, as if he wanted to escape, to escape from Peng Zhicheng's questioning, or to escape from something else.Peng Zhicheng raised his eyebrows in disbelief, and after a few steps, he suddenly stood up and shouted at his back: "You didn't believe me when I told you that Xue Chuwei was going to get married! I insisted on taking you to the wedding venue to see it for yourself." I only believe it when I see you! You can’t change your temper, can you?”

Ding Muyan stopped suddenly, as if he had hit a wall of air, and couldn't move any further.Time seemed to stop at this moment, and it seemed to go back many years ago, and the pain that almost tore him apart was repeating itself.

After a long time, he turned his head, his eyes were red enough to bleed, his collar was blown like a trembling leaf by the strong wind, and half of his face was hidden in the darkness: "Anyway, I don't believe it."