am i a devil

Xun Ying: "..."

It's time to test you, didn't you keep saying that you are true love to me? If it is true love, then share your fat with me, Wang Mo thought.

It seems that he is the only one in the world who can share fat with me, because I am encrypted to other people, but he can allow his life lamp to be stored between my eyebrows, Wang Mo thought, I didn't mean it What makes things difficult for you is that you are the chosen one.

Xun Ying, the son of the Chosen One, has gotten used to his facial twitching at this moment. He rubbed his cheeks to stabilize his mind, then nodded calmly and said: "Yes, Amo, I am willing to share fat with you."

This time it was Wang Mo's turn to be dumbfounded.

It seems that true love has not escaped, Wang Mo thought.

"And besides me, no one is qualified for this job." After a pause, Xun Ying said again.

Wang Mo: "..."

Why is he so rigorous, Wang Mo thought, and felt a little embarrassed.

"Aren't you, so far, the only one you can trust completely?" Xun Ying said.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Because last time, at the doctor's place, he once said that your body will be encrypted for those who cannot be fully trusted."

Wang Mo: "..."

"I also have other friends who I can trust." Wang Mo said.

"If you had, you wouldn't ask me for help." Xun Ying shook his head.

Wang Mo: "..."

When communicating with educated people, I will always suffer from being uneducated, Wang Mo thought to himself, and planned to wait for the time to share fat, even if he smoked himself into a stick, he would have to face it. Xun Ying exported frantically, and put more autumn fat on him.

"Let's get started," Wang Mo said.

"Eh..." Xun Ying pondered for a moment, then looked away.

Sure enough, there are still ghosts, Wang Mo thought, completely forgetting those things under his bed.

"What's the matter, don't you want to?" Wang Mo said.

"Yes, but am I not a part-time president?" Xun Ying said.

Wang Mo: "..."

Beating demons full-time and being a part-time president sounds so cool, and Wang Mo felt a kind of longing for watching special movies in his childhood.

But he soon woke up from this hallucination, and asked Xun Ying, "And then?"

"Then, although I don't have to go out every day, I still have to hold a video conference once in a while." Xun Ying said.

"If you suddenly gain weight, it seems to give people the impression of being unrestrained."

Wang Mo: "..."

After talking for a long time, I just don't want to get fat, Wang Mo thought to himself, then laughed and said: "As long as the face is not fat, it's fine, I understand."

Xun Ying: "..."

I had a bad premonition, Xun Ying saw Wang Mo's iconic smile like a little devil, and couldn't help but think so in his heart.

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In the evening, the old cat came back from his friend Ragdoll. As soon as he entered the house, he saw Xun Ying sitting at the dining table outside the big kitchen on the first floor, reading a newspaper.

Recently, there are very few people who follow the old-fashioned way of life like Xun Ying. Most of them get consultations by swiping their mobile phones. Xun Ying reads newspapers like this, which gives people a rather nostalgic feeling.

Lao Mao also felt quite mixed feelings. After experiencing so many ups and downs, the old friend finally met true love recently, and it was not easy. I don't know how things are going between them.

"came back"

When the old cat was thinking about it, Xun Ying just raised his head to turn the pages of the newspaper, and saw the old man squatting there, so he greeted him.

"I'm back." The old cat nodded, then jumped onto the chair facing Xun Ying, and settled there.

"Do you have anything to say?"

Xun Ying glanced at the old cat, and then asked him, because usually when the old cat comes back, he likes to live in soft places, such as sofas that feel like clouds, or soft hand-woven carpets, like today , entrenched on the mahogany furniture, then eight or nine out of ten may have something to talk to him about.

"some."

Sure enough, the old cat raised its beard and nodded.

"How are you and Wang Mo going?" the old cat said.

"Very good." Xun Ying nodded.

Old cat: "..."

Anyway, except for the end of the world, his evaluation of most events is very good, which makes it very difficult for people who want to get a little bit of information from him, the old cat thought to himself.

"It's pretty good, what's a good way?" The old cat then broke the casserole and asked the bottom line.

"There must be a clear indicator of whether they are together or something," Lao Mao said.

"Oh, do you mean substantial progress?" Xun Ying asked a word that Lao Mao hadn't thought of just now.

"Yes, yes, this is the substantial progress, is there any?" Lao Mao asked with great concern when he heard the words.

"No." After Xun Ying gave hope, he immediately gave disappointment, which was very in line with his personal style of dealing with people.

Old cat: "=.="

The old cat no longer had any hope for Xun Ying, so he planned to go to Wang Mo's side to find out the way.

Wouldn't it be nice to just plant two logs on the ground to bloom and bear fruit? Why do you still want to fall in love? The old cat thought to himself, and felt that if the two of them reached a successful agreement, the most tired person would actually be himself.

When the old cat came to Wang Mo's room, he found that he was packing his things.

Old cat: "..."

No way, is he going to move the old cat? The alarm bells in his heart, stretched out his jiojio like a mangosteen, and stepped on Wang Mo's bedroll.

"Brother Cat is here." Wang Mo greeted him, reaching out to hug the cat, and placed him in other corners of the room, so that the old cat felt that his situation had nothing to do with other furnishings in the room different.

"coming."

The old cat nodded and said, while shaking its fur, it suddenly grew into a Siberian tiger, and it sat directly on Wang Mo's bedroll.

"Try holding another one," the old cat roared.

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"Brother Cat, I've been suffering from a nervous breakdown lately, so don't scare the weak, helpless and pitiful me into killing you," Wang Mo said aggrievedly.

"It was you who made the first move." Tiger said innocently.

"Okay, I was wrong, please accept your supernatural powers." Wang Mo said sincerely, while sitting cross-legged on the ground, leaning on the old cat for a while, and realized that having a tiger as a pet at home is What an experience.

Sure enough, it is more comfortable than a cat, even a cat can't lean on it, Wang Mo thought to himself, finally understand why some princes like to keep pets like tigers and lions.

tiger:"……"

The tiger shook its fur, and turned back into an old cat expressionlessly. Wang Mo lost his backing and fell directly on top of his bedroll.

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo had no choice but to continue to pack his luggage.

"Are you leaving?"

After a lot of tossing, the old cat looked at Wang Mo who continued to pack his luggage, and asked with a frown.

"Where else can I go?" Wang Mo looked at the old cat as if he didn't know him, as if he was talking about some Arabian Nights.

Where can't you go? A big man has hands and feet. Even if he is moving bricks, he still has a work shed to live in. What's more, you are a hot fried chicken, a milky and sore star, and you can lie down on the ground casually Was picked up by most of the little girls and some of the boys, okay? I really can't live in the dormitory of the agency company, or buy a house with the salary of the previous movie, the old cat screamed in his heart.

His sense of belonging to this family is really strong. After the rooster crowed, the old cat belatedly thought, this is good news for Xun Ying.

Wang Mo, who was tidying up at the side, didn't have the ability to read minds. He didn't know the many psychological activities in Lao Mao's mind, and he was still packing his own bedroll with all his heart.

"Since you are not leaving, why do you still pack your bedroll?" So the old cat asked him again.

"I want to move downstairs." Wang Mo said.

Old cat: "..."

"Are you with Xun Ying?" Lao Mao couldn't hold back the excitement of his CP fans, and asked eagerly.

"No." Wang Mo shook his head.

Old cat: ""

You moved downstairs to sleep, and said that you were not together, and the old cat tortured the soul in his heart.

I really can't understand the current world. Even the animal world is not an animal that will be responsible if you don't do it. For example, my uncle, why does Wang Mo usually look at a very old-fashioned young man? I started to make an appointment. The old cat's logical thinking began to be confused.

So he babbled along with Wang Mo all the way downstairs, still using himself as an example, making insinuations that he should take responsibility when he sleeps.

"It doesn't mean that we will get married right away, but at least we have to confirm the relationship we are in before..."

The old cat nagged and followed Wang Mo like a parent with a child who was about to sleep out, and then saw him put his luggage on the sofa in the public living room on the first floor.

"Oh, after a long time of trouble, you want to sleep in the living room." The old cat said.

"Otherwise?" Wang Mo looked at the old cat very purely, and asked him back.

Old cat: "..."

"It's all right." The old cat waved his hands, feeling that he was a bit of a rotten heart after all with the heart of a villain.

So the old cat, out of guilt, helped Wang Mo arrange the bedroll on the sofa in the living room, making it neat and tidy. Come live on the first floor, is there a leak upstairs?"

"That's not true, but I have been having nightmares recently, so I think it might be better to sleep in a public space." Wang Mo said.

"Then why don't you just sleep with your senior brother." The old cat said sideways.

"Didn't you keep telling me just now? At least you have to confirm the relationship." Wang Mo asked Zizhidun with his son's spear.

Old cat: "..."

I lost, the old cat thought to himself.

So the old cat left Wang Mo and went back to Xun Ying.

"Wang Mo moved to live on the first floor," said the old cat.

"Well, I know." Xun Ying nodded and said, then he put away the newspaper, stood up, and left with a big belly.

Old cat: ""