This benefactor is not too cold

In the dressing room, the stylist deliberately made the two of them fresh, tender, fresh and tender.

In the end, the clean and clear, simple but not monotonous basic style, white T-shirt and loose jeans, easily shaped the appearance of first love in memory.The youth here is like a breeze.

"Hi everyone, I'm Pei Yucheng, a member of the Ciao group, and next to me is my elder brother Chen Mo, please pick us, and compare your heart."

Pei Yucheng folded his left thumb and index finger, and made a heart-to-heart gesture, and his innocent eyes were a little bit shy.

Chen Mo took the microphone from Pei Yucheng: "Hi everyone, I'm Chen Mo from Ciao's group, please support me."

Bowed at 90 degrees to the camera, with a slight expression on his face.

The filming process of the promotional video went smoothly, and it didn't take long for the work to be over.

Chang Si: "You've worked hard today, go back early and rest."

The boss had let go, and of course the others were happy to leave, and in a blink of an eye there were only a few of them left.

Xia Lili smiled triumphantly: "I opened a small Weibo account, waiting for the official announcement to be your true love sailor."

Then to Pei Yucheng: "Come on, come on, weibo big account mutual relationship, tell me your nickname, Brother Li, follow me.

Pei Yucheng: "Yu Ch."

Xia Lili ordered while tapping her mobile phone: "You two have to manage your Weibo well after this. It's not good for someone like Chen Mo who doesn't post on Weibo once every half a year. There are only a few fans in the first place."

"Mom, you still have more than 1 fans here. Follow Chen Mo. The nickname is Chen Bushuo. I picked this name. How about it, is it foreign? Ordinary people can't think of it."

"..."

Xia Lili: "Chen Mo only has more than 3000 fans, you can post more on Weibo if you have nothing to do."

Pei Yucheng: "Yeah, I've already paid special attention to elder brother."

Xia Lili: "Chen Mo, hurry up, you follow Pei Yucheng too, and you two will interact more on Weibo in the future."

Under Xia Lili's coercion, Chen Mo took out his mobile phone and logged on to Weibo, which he almost forgot the password. Among the new fans, he found two.

One is Pei Yucheng, and the other is nicknamed Siqing, but Chen Mo himself is the only follower.

Apparently he just paid attention, Chen Mo raised his head to look at Chang Si.

Chang Si explained: "It's my personal Weibo."

Chen Mo nodded, and also paid attention.

Several people broke up in front of the company, and Chen Mo walked home as usual.

When I returned to the community, I found someone waiting in front of my house.

The lights that are on or off are flickering, often thinking at the end of the road.

"You're back."

Chen Mo looked at the person carrying a pile of daily necessities: "Shouldn't Chang always explain why he appeared here first?"

Chang Si: "My home is too far away from the company, and it is inconvenient to go back and forth. I also want to change the way I travel to contribute to energy conservation and emission reduction."

It was the first time for Chen Mo to see someone speak so confidently about Ceng Zhu.

He simply pretended to be stupid to the end: "Then I won't disturb President Chang's energy saving and emission reduction, good night."

While talking, he opened the door neatly to avoid people, but someone was faster than him, Chang Si squeezed half of his body before he closed the door, and supported the door with his hands.

They were speechless, and no one was willing to give in half a step.

In the end, it was Chang Si who spoke first, but was straightforward: "If you say we have nothing to do with each other, I will formally pursue you and wait until everything about you becomes related to me."

Chen Mo raised his eyebrows lightly: "What does this have to do with your trespassing on private houses?"

Chang Si: "There is a term in psychology called the multi-view effect, which refers to the phenomenon that the more familiar things are, the more you like them."

Hearing this, Chen Mo already understood his intention: "I'm sorry, I don't want to cooperate."

Chang Si pushed the door open a little: "Are you afraid? You are afraid that you will be tempted, so you have to keep a distance from me?"

Chen Mo lost his interest in teasing him, and looked up: "Mr. Chang, you don't need to provoke me, I keep a distance from you, just because I don't want to have anything to do with you, it has nothing to do with anything else."

Chang Si: "Yes, I want to have something to do with you."

Chen Mo was speechless and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Chang Si: "You won't accept it easily, and I won't give up. After entering the training camp, the assistant will also live with the artist. Why don't you make an agreement that I will live with you from now until the end of the year? You still don't have that kind of thought for me, and I won't pester you again."

Chen Mo chuckled: "Mr. Chang really has confidence in himself."

Chang Si: "It's not self-confidence."

It's because I'm not sure, so I do everything possible, so I fight with my back.

Chen Mo folded his hands on his chest, and there was no wave in his eyes: "Whatever you want to say, but Mr. Chang missed a little bit. I don't need to play chasing games with you."

Because I don't care, it's not necessary.

Chang Si understood what he meant, and let go of the hand holding the door. Chen Mo closed the door, and a door separated the two of them.

Autumn rain is as unpredictable as summer. With the wind blowing, dense raindrops hit the ground.

At first, it was pattering, densely packed, and turned more and more urgently, and finally the heavy rain poured down, covering the head and face.

Chang Si stood silently in the rain, like a poplar rooted in the desert, fully exposed to the wind and rain.

After Chen Mo came out of the shower, he saw through the window that the shirt Chang Si was wearing was completely soaked, but the person standing in the rain had no intention of leaving.

He paused for a moment while wiping his hair, and finally turned off the light.

Tossing and turning, I fell asleep in the middle of the night, and as soon as I fell asleep, the familiar voice came again.

"Young master, this is a dangerous act, so you really have to go?"

There was an almost stubborn determination in the gentle smile: "Uncle Zhong, you know me."

"Then Master Zheer?"

"He, he may leave Pei's house."

The conversation gradually stopped, and Chen Mo only had time to catch a figure standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back. The figure of Qiaoyue looked a little lonely for no reason, and changed the scene in an instant.

The people who couldn't see their faces rolled into a ball on the bed, and only from the voices, they could be heard as two men.

Breathing pleadingly: "Zhe Er, kiss me."

The man called Zhe Er didn't respond, he just pushed back harder, and the people under him kept begging for mercy, until finally he was crying.

After some cloud and rain, the man whose legs were still trembling climbed up Zhe Er's neck with ease, and his slightly hoarse voice was particularly seductive: "Zhe Er, Zhe Er."

Another person's voice sounded, like a cold spring flowing over a mountain stream, it sounds good, but after all, it was a bit deserted: "Who would have thought that the upright Mr. Pei would be so wandering on the bed..."

The unfinished words were blocked between the lips and teeth by another lip.

Not long after, they got entangled in one place again.

The two were tireless and insatiable, making Chen Mo feel that they were performing some kind of ceremony, some kind of tacit farewell ceremony.

"You bad cat, you still want to humiliate me in the end."

After Zhe Er fell asleep, the person lying in his arms sat up slowly, and the fist he raised seemed to be unwilling and feigned anger, but when it finally landed on Zhe Er's face, it turned into soft fingers, gently Gently stroking, pulling up his temple hair, and placing a light kiss on the forehead, the movements are extremely gentle, as if a lifetime of love has been exhausted.

He murmured, "What should you do if you regret it in the future?"

"Zhe Er, I can't come back."