am i a devil

Wang Mo scratched his hair, which had become very thick after sharing his hair, in annoyance.

But after Wang Mo thought about it, he felt that it was not a big deal. His current awkwardness was not aimed at anyone, maybe it was just the wrinkled mood of a young man after he accidentally discovered that he was seen by others. It doesn't matter to others.

In fact, if you think about it the other way around, Xun Ying's character is also good. He will look at the person he likes with a kind of affection when he is in the Mediterranean, so if he reaches the age of beer belly in the future, he will not be that kind. The type that easily has dogs outside, Wang Mo thought in his heart with some relief.

Well, he has a good character. It seems that he is not a type who only judges people by appearance. He has passed the test of not judging people by their appearance. Wang Mo put a check mark on Xun Ying's bill in his heart.

Then he cheered up again, looked at the glass puppet who had a little height difference with him, closed his eyes, and reached out to hug that glass puppet.

Wang Mo: "..."

It seems that there is no feeling at all, Wang Mo thought with a little disappointment.

I have tried my best, Xun Ying, let us continue to get along as brothers and friends in the future, Wang Mo thought in his heart, and fell on the bed in frustration.

Wang Mo lay dead on the bed for a while, unable to sleep or wake up, his head hurt all over his body, so he got up again, this time, with a very unwilling expression on his face.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Wang Mo said to himself, rubbing his cheeks that were still somewhat youthful and soft with some annoyance.

"I don't even feel that such a man who is as beautiful as a flower and as rich as an enemy is placed in front of me," Wang Mo asked himself, without considering the possible problems of orientation at all.

Could it be a problem of the sense of substitution? Wang Mo thought to himself, and he remembered the silicone problem that Feng Guanxia'e mentioned.

Although he is selfless and broad-minded, in the final analysis, the material of glass is still cold, and it is indeed a thousand miles away from real people.

Wang Mo glanced at the Liuli puppet, and felt that although he couldn't make a silicone one, there should still be other ways to enhance the sense of substitution.

So he quietly ran to the lobby on the first floor, and felt very lucky. Fortunately, the big brothers of the tool man had left, and Xun Ying and Lao Mao were not in the public rest area. Up to now, only Wang Mo kitten this one.

Wang Mo looked around for a while, and he remembered that although Xun Ying had his own cloakroom, sometimes when he came back from going out, he would put a coat directly on the outside hanger.

It's a pity that Wang Mo's luck was not very good today. He searched all the corners of the public area, but he couldn't find any coat of Xun Ying.

Wang Mo: "..."

I am too difficult, Wang Mo thought.

He looked at the time and found that Xun Ying should have gone out for a walk at this point, and he still had time to quietly pick up a piece of clothing that he didn't wear very much recently, so Wang Mo walked like a slug Rushed towards the door of Xun Ying's suite.

He knocked lightly on the door, waited for a while, and found no answer.

If Xun Ying was at home, this kind of situation would never happen. He would always open the door for Wang Mo himself, instead of just saying please come in casually like some people.

However, now that there is no invitation to come in, it proves that there is almost absolutely no one in the room.

Wang Mo wrinkled and said "Excuse me", then sneaked into Xun Ying's room with a sharp sound, and came to the cloakroom next to the small living room.

As soon as Wang Mo turned on the light, he felt dark in front of his eyes.

It is true that the eyes are black in color, because Xun Ying's clothes are almost all black suits.

Wang Mo: "..."

This man's clothing is such a straight male CEO, he should be looking for a little wife who runs with the ball. Is there any inevitable connection between me and the little wife who runs with the ball? Wang Mo thought to himself.

While complaining about Xun Ying's cloakroom in his heart, Wang Mo was picking up his black suits step by step.

This is the so-called rich man's world, right? Wang Mo thought to himself, although they don't seem to change their clothes, they actually have the same style of clothes in a cloakroom.

But in fact, if you look carefully, each suit is more or less different in details. After all, they are all top-tier brands, and it will not be their final appeal to completely match the appearance of sales offices and insurance company staff.

Wang Mo touched for a while, and found a very familiar suit.

It was the one that Xun Ying bought when he took him to the boutique for the first time, and it was a brother's (couple's) model.

Xun Ying hadn't worn this set of clothes recently, and Wang Mo felt that this set was quite safe, so he took it off quietly, hugged it in his arms, and prepared to run away.

As a result, as soon as he went out, he met their old cat.

Wang Mo: "..."

Old cat: "..."

"Things are not what you imagined." Wang Mo said.

"I'm not interested in your private life." The old cat raised its beard and left indifferently.