am i a devil

Sister Li: "..."

Wang Mo: "..."

After Wang Mo said this, he regretted a little.

Then he saw that in Sister Li's eyes, the subtext of "I discovered Huadian" was indeed shining.

"Which boyfriend fan?"

Sister Li asked shiningly, making Wang Mo a little bit blind.

"I don't have a group of male fans." Wang Mo said, talking about him.

"Okay, okay, old lady, just don't ask." Sister Li said with the brilliance of being knocked in her eyes.

Wang Mo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

So Sister Li continued to talk to Wang Mo about some work arrangements, and after the end, she personally sent him out of the office and into the elevator.

"Sister Li, just send it here, I'm going back." Wang Mo got on the elevator and greeted her manager, Sister Li.

"Okay, be careful on the road." Sister Li nodded.

Wang Mo was about to press the elevator door when he heard Sister Li ask again, "The boyfriend fan you are talking about is from the official Xun?"

At the same time, the elevator door has automatically closed.

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo was floating in the elevator all the way, and the four characters Xun Daguanren were always echoing in his mind.

In the past, Sister Li, the manager, took good care of him because of his unrelated relationship. Sometimes she would invite him to have a light meal at home with Brother-in-law Li, as if visiting relatives. Even Brother-in-law Li joked that Sister Li Just like Wang Mo's mother, she raised her artists as sons.

Wang Mo has always accepted it quite well, but this time, he suddenly realized that this word actually has a very different contextual meaning.

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Wang Mo returned home in a daze, and saw the official Xun of their family sitting on the first floor drinking tea calmly. Seeing him coming, he nodded, then walked over very skillfully, took the The coat that Wang Mo had just taken off when he entered the door was hung up.

Wang Mo: "..."

This is not a boyfriend fan, this is almost a wife fan, Wang Mo thought to himself.

Alas, I’m also disappointed, why can’t I like him? If we talk about it, how sweet it is. In the long journey of life, Wang Mo, who has never been given a jacket, can’t help but think this way with regret.

"Did you receive a new job today?" Xun Ying asked Wang Mo as if he was gossiping after finishing putting away his clothes.

"Well, I got a pretty small job." Wang Mo nodded.

He remembered what his manager, Sister Li, said about his facial upgrade, so he looked at Xun Ying and asked him, "Do you think my face has changed?"

Xun Ying was stunned for a moment, put down his work, came to Wang Mo's side, and began to look at it unabashedly.

Wang Mo: "..."

There is a complicated mood of leading a wolf into the house, and Wang Mo trembles in his heart while being licked by Xun Ying in reality.

Xun Ying watched for about 5 minutes before he stopped licking the screen under Wang Mo's strong protest.

"Did my face really change so much?" Wang Mo asked with some confidence.

When he looked in the mirror, he felt that he was indeed quite pleasing to the eye, but the improvement of his appearance, except for the use of medical and aesthetic methods, was naturally difficult for him to see. At night, I have to look in the mirror at least a few times. Once I get used to it, I won't feel those subtle changes in myself.

"I didn't see it either." After watching Wang Mo for a long time, Xun Ying gave such an answer.

Wang Mo: "..."

Co-author, you were simply feasting your eyes just now, Wang Mo secretly complained in his heart.

"Amo, you have always been the prettiest in my eyes, you know that." Xun Ying said.

Wang Mo: "..."

Fortunately, this person is not a scumbag, otherwise I would not even have bones left, Wang Mo felt grateful in his heart.

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Because of work, the team asked Wang Mo to log on to his work social account to see what the fans are doing. If necessary, the team would remind him to reply to the messages of some kind fans. , So checking messages on the Internet every day has become one of Wang Mo's daily tasks.

On this day, Wang Mo opened his work account as usual, looking at the messages one by one.

Then he felt that, since he didn't know when, the comments under the content he posted had changed from mostly short sentences of "Mom loves you!" to all kinds of insider messages.

"Eat well and sleep well."

"The weather has been cold recently, so you should cover yourself with a quilt when you sleep at night."

"Are you posting blogs at such a late hour and not going to sleep? Go to bed early, hello! Guard the best Moer's hairline."

Wang Mo: "..."

It's so intimate, with such a tone, Wang Mo couldn't help but feel such emotion.

Because of his background, it is difficult for him to hear similar instructions in his daily life, so when he heard it by chance, he still felt a little uncomfortable. After all, when he was moving bricks, the boss was unlikely to be okay every day. Concerned about your daily life, colleagues are busy with their own business, except for those who want to chase you, no one will ask you every day whether you have eaten enough for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Just when Wang Mo was struggling with his tone, he heard a knock on the door.

"Amo, it's time to eat."

It was Xun Ying's voice, and Wang Mo realized that he had been reading the message for a long time in his room.

"Oh, I'll come." Wang Mo hurriedly greeted, and walked out of the room with his mobile phone in his hand.

"Don't look at your phone while eating."

At the dinner table, Xun Ying saw Wang Mo still swiping his phone from time to time, so he advised him.

"Ok."

Wang Mo obediently put down his phone and began to concentrate on eating.

For Xun Ying's level of concern, he didn't feel awkward at all, and Wang Mo couldn't explain why, but he himself is a person who lives by instinct most of the time, and some things have no solution, so there is no answer. Solved.

"Amo, is there something on the Internet that bothers you?" Xun Ying asked again with a little worry.

"No." Wang Mo shook his head.

Since the "Here Comes My Brother" incident, Wang Mo has not had a single professional blackmailer on the entire network. As long as he behaves well, he doesn't need to care about the comments on the Internet at all.

"It's because my team told me to go online and read the messages my fans left me." Wang Mo said.

"Actually, although I eat this bowl of rice, sometimes I can't understand all the fans' messages." Wang Mo said, because he was a little shocked today, he became more talkative when chatting some.

"Well, which aspect can't be understood?" After hearing what Wang Mo said, Xun Ying seemed to be a little interested, so he asked again.

"Probably, the tone of the fans seems to be very intimate. I think it is incredible, because they are obviously people who have never met." Wang Mo organized the language, and then explained to Xun Ying.

"How do you know you haven't met?" Xun Ying said.

Wang Mo: ""

Wang Mo: "..."

"Don't tell me that my millions of live fans are all your trumpets." Wang Mosheng said without love.