am i a devil

"I've only heard of couples sharing childcare work together, but I've never heard of the black technology that each is pregnant for five months." Lao Mao looked at Wang Mo's belly and said very confused.

"This is a beer belly." Wang Mo said.

"I've never heard of a beer belly at the age of 20." The old cat raised his beard and expressed his disbelief.

"Because I am young and mature." Wang Mo thought for a while and said.

Old cat: "..."

"Then why didn't you grow the supporting facilities Mediterranean Sea?" the old cat asked logically.

Wang Mo refused to answer this question, and left the old cat's sight very mellowly.

——In the days that followed, Wang Mo and Xun Ying shared their bellies just like how poor couples shared a pair of trousers in ancient times. If one of them wants to go out, the other will be responsible for staying at home chubby .

After several times of tossing, their beer bellies finally disappeared in the tossing.

Wang Mo thought it was amazing. He didn't quite understand why such a round belly slowly disappeared after tossing and tossing each other many times.

Is it like pouring hot water from one cup to another continuously, and pouring it back and forth, the heat of the hot water will decrease? Wang Mo thought to himself.

Later, he gradually figured it out. He felt that it might be during the transfer process of the stomach. Neither of them wanted to cause trouble to the other, so they would pay more attention to their own diet and health. Even the milk tea they both liked to drink , and almost quit recently.

No wonder it was said before that it is easier for two people to live than one person. Wang Mo thought to himself, if this stomach is a trouble that needs to be solved, and if two people are thinking about each other, the time to solve the problem will be faster.

Of course, the premise is that these two people are sincerely thinking about the problem from each other's point of view. If they are two chicken thieves, then I'm afraid it will only make things worse.

But obviously, Xun Ying is not a chicken thief. Not only is he not a chicken thief, but he is also very considerate of himself. Wang Mo thought to himself, after experiencing this belly incident, the impression of Xun Ying's straight man style is also in Wang Mo's heart It was washed very clean.

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Wang Mo lost weight, and at the same time, he was about to enter the group.

Before joining the group, Wang Mo had read the script repeatedly, bought the original book and read it several times in detail, but he had a good understanding of other aspects, that is, the superb martial arts described in the original book. I feel a little powerless.

What kind of posture is this description? Wang Mo looked at the original work, and twisted himself into a twist in the room according to his description of this martial arts.

"Help!" Wang Mo let out a cock cry, and the members of the Hundred Ghosts and Seven Multipliers under his bed and the 24-hour line emerged one after another. Everyone worked together to smooth out Wang Mo, who had been twisted into a mess. up.

Wang Mo got up from the ground, twisted a bit, and felt that he was finally resurrected.

"My lord, are you practicing yoga?" The Big Four asked Wang Mo.

Wang Mo: "..."

"No, I'm cosplaying Twist." Wang Mo said with some frustration.

"Oh, then you get it." The Big Four said, and they were about to go back.

"Wait a while." Wang Mo stepped on their super-long skirts that were very personal as Ah Piao, and stopped several people in their footsteps.

"Coach, I want to learn martial arts." Wang Mo said.

The Big Four: "No problem, is there any leader of the martial arts world? Come on!"

So Wang Mo obtained the peerless martial arts... moves.

Because the internal strength is not so evil, eating some magical species can instantly increase the number of nails and the like, so Wang Mo has learned something that can be called Huaquanxiu in a sense.

"Practice is enough, but it may not look good." The younger brother who was the leader of the martial arts said a little worried.

"If you want a good-looking one, I have it here." Just when everyone was a little worried that the movements were not beautiful enough, a younger brother who was trying to dress up squeezed out from the crowd, and said to Wang Moanli very enthusiastically.

"You are..." Wang Mo looked at the other party, and felt that his look was very similar to that of the martial arts leader.

"I'm his ex." The man in hard clothes said.

"Oh oh oh." Everyone looked thoughtfully at the two burly men.

"He is my predecessor's leader of martial arts." For his own sake, the leader of martial arts hastily helped his predecessor to say a complete sentence.

"Yes, I was beaten away by this kid because I was too pursuing the beauty of the moves, and I practiced a lot of kung fu." The ex looked at the incumbent very dissatisfied, and the incumbent pretended not to see it, and was too lazy to talk to him.

Wang Mo: "..."

Unexpectedly, all my younger brothers have stories. Wang Mo couldn't help but start a rather gossip association in his heart.

"Then... Please teach me a few more beautiful moves." Wang Mo then asked the well-dressed man for advice.

So the Huanxi couple began to share data with Wang Mo. After sharing, Wang Mo felt that their data seemed to be fighting in his head.

What an enmity, Wang Mo sighed in his heart, while telling everyone to go back to their homes, he also packed up and prepared to go to sleep on the first floor.

Wang Mo came to the sofa on the first floor, and just as he lay down, he realized that he didn't bring his mobile phone.

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo is the same as the reality of thousands of contemporary young people. Without a mobile phone, you will never be able to sleep, let alone joining the group soon. Even if you are not addicted to your mobile phone, you must take it with you to accept calls at any time. This is Wang Mo. Work ethic in mind.

So Wang Mo, who is addicted to mobile phones and has good professional ethics, had to slowly climb up to the second floor and return to his room. After taking the mobile phone, he floated out again.

Wang Mo came to the stairs, sat directly on the handle, and slid down. When he was about to land, his body, as if conditioned reflex, made a volley rotation for two and a half weeks, and then landed firmly on the ground. on the ground.

Wang Mo: "..."

I shared the muscle memory of the former martial arts leader, Wang Mo thought, this person's conditioned reflex operation is still a bit... so what, it's too cool.

Wang Mo made up his mind in his heart, don't always do things like skating when it's okay, so as not to be regarded as a martial arts master who has crossed over in the public.

Just when Wang Mo was thinking this way, he found that Xun Ying was in the corner of the living room, looking at him in surprise.

Wang Mo: "..."

"How long have you been there?" Wang Mo asked in despair.

"I saw you twirling in the air for two and a half weeks, and then landed firmly." Xun Ying also provided him with a commentary.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Amo, you know martial arts." Xun Ying walked over, looked at Wang Mo, and asked him.

Of course, it is superfluous for him to ask this question, because if not, Wang Mo would not be standing and talking to him now, and after he had played on an escalator once and almost fell down, he had promised Xun Ying Wang Mo is a man of his word if he doesn’t take any more risks in the future, so there is only one explanation for him still playing like this today. Behavior of this intensity is not a kind of “adventure” for him.

Therefore, what Xun Ying asked did not mean to get an affirmative or negative answer, but he wanted to know where Wang Mo learned such kung fu.

Wang Mo: "..."

"I'm not. I'm about to join the group. I found a teacher and learned a little bit of embroidering." Wang Mo replied very honestly in a sense, except that he didn't compare the former martial arts leader and the current martial arts leader. Things shake out.

"Really? Then you learn very quickly." Xun Ying nodded and said, then went back to the room without saying anything.

Wang Mo: ""

After Wang Mo fell asleep, he turned over and couldn't fall asleep.

Just now Xun Ying’s expression seemed a little lonely, could it be that he misread it, probably not, I’m not his kind of steel straight man, my sensitivity is quite high, Wang Mo thought to himself.

He thought about it in the middle of the night from the middle of the night, until he saw in the dark that the old cat had returned from the puppet cat, but he still couldn't figure out why.

As soon as Lao Mao entered the door, he saw Wang Mo sitting there covered with a quilt, looking like a standard haunted house worker.

Old cat: "..."

If it weren't for me being a big boss in the supernatural circle, I would be scared to death by you sooner or later, the old cat raised its beard and thought to himself.

"Who is playing tricks here?" said the old cat.

"It's me." Wang Mo replied weakly, with a fairy-like air floating on his face, and the dark circles under his eyes almost rose in daylight.

"I'm trapped by love again," said the old cat.

"Yes, no..." Wang Mo was taken into the ditch by the old cat.

"I'm thinking about one thing." Wang Mo said.

"What's the matter?" asked the old cat.

"Tonight...I mean last night, seeing Xun Ying's expression was a bit lonely, and I wondered if I said something wrong." Wang Mo said innocently, rubbing his chin.

Old cat: "..."

You thought about it for a long time because of one of his micro-expressions, and then insisted that you didn't like him.

"Then you continue to think about it." The old cat said, and hoped that Wang Mo could improve his muddled little head through a long process of thinking.

"Then go slowly, brother cat." Wang Mo nodded.

"Okay, if you haven't fallen asleep tomorrow, remember to call me earlier. We agreed to eat canned food with the puppet cat. If we don't go, he will be awkward again." After the old cat finished speaking, he jumped into his cat's bed.

Wait, what's wrong, Wang Mo discovered something brilliant between the lightning and the flint.

well said... well said...

"what!"

Wang Mo uttered a loud rooster cry, which scared the old cat out of the cat nest.

Old cat: ""

"It's okay, you sleep with you." Wang Mo quickly stuffed the old cat back into the cat's litter, and then continued to think along the Hua point just now.

By the way, why did I forget, I seemed to casually mentioned to Xun Ying before, whether I could learn martial arts from him, Wang Mo suddenly remembered.

But this matter is too long ago, as far back as when they just became brothers.

Wang Mo was still calling Xun Ying "senior brother" at that time, and jokingly asked if he could teach him some martial arts since he was called a senior. Xun Ying seemed to agree, saying that he could try it if he had the opportunity.

Oh my god, this is the old Huangli calendar many years ago, I didn't expect him to take it to heart, Wang Mo couldn't help sighing, but he felt that it might not be because of this incident that he showed his lonely eyes , what if I asked rashly, and it turned out that he was only night blind.

After thinking about it, Wang Mo decided to find a chance to try it after dawn tomorrow, and finally fell asleep with peace of mind.

-

Early the next morning, Wang Mo, who had something to worry about, climbed up with a pair of eyes of the same type as the national treasure, and woke up the old cat who asked him for the early call service yesterday.

After the old cat went out, Wang Mo put on a short suit and practiced jumping up and down in the living room.

After a while, Xun Ying also got up, and when he opened the door, he found Wang Mo working hard in a martial arts movie.

Xun Ying: "..."

"Morning." Xun Ying greeted the young hero Wang Mo.

"Morning!" Wang Mo clasped his fists and clasped his hands, as if he was a son and daughter of the rivers and lakes.

"I have a little foundation now, so, do you want to teach me two tricks?" Wang Mojian smiled angrily.

Xun Ying was stunned for a moment, and then Wang Mo saw that his frosty face was gradually becoming more beautiful.

Wang Mo: "..."

If he pursues his dreams in the entertainment industry, then I have nothing to do with him, Wang Mo thought.

So Xun Ying took Wang Mo to the gym.

Because Wang Mo has already pursued his dreams in the entertainment industry, Xun Ying set aside one of the areas as an open space when he was decorating at that time, and arranged it like a dance practice room, so that Wang Mo can be at home sometimes. You can also practice the shape and so on. In fact, I have never had a chance to use it, but I didn't expect it to come in handy today.

"Then, let's take two moves." Xun Ying said very gently.

"Then let it go!" Wang Mo made a bold statement.

He thought to himself, even if Xun Ying has been around the rivers and lakes for these years, his main job is to beat demons violently. These fists and kicks should be at the upper-middle level. Learning the essence, first let me say that it is not particularly young and frivolous to make concessions.

"You attack first." Xun Ying looked at Wang Mo and said calmly.

"No, please first." Wang Mo said with the demeanor of a martial arts master.

Then he was beaten up by Xun Ying like a rotten sour pear.