am i a devil

Wang Mo: "..."

"My fans are superior in number." Wang Mo jumped up like a grasshopper after autumn without admitting defeat.

"Actually, on this scroll, I only wrote the names of some letterheads that I forgot to throw away. I have forgotten most of the people." Xun Ying followed Wang Mo's train of thought and continued to chat.

"These people's letters are not very good. I dealt with them at the time, but after the vicissitudes of life, I forgot." Xun Ying looked at the scroll of Wang Mo's love rival that was tens of meters long, showing a kind of generosity and sadness. A sense of vicissitudes.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Don't underestimate groupies. There are crouching tigers, hidden dragons among groupies." Wang Mo croaked, took out his phone, and clicked on his social software.

"See if I have a fan who is a graduate student." Wang Mo put the phone on Xun Ying's face and let him look at it.

Xun Ying casually flipped through the scroll of Wang Mo's Love Rival in his hand, pointed to a name with a black frame, and said, "This man was a great scholar back then."

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo continued to look through his fan list reluctantly. After flipping through it for a while, he put the phone on Xun Ying's face again.

"I have a fan who is Huaer from the university department." Wang Mo continued to crow.

Xun Ying casually flipped through the scroll of Wang Mo's love rival in his hand again, pointed to a name with a black frame and said, "This person was the number one beauty in the capital back then."

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo seemed to have thought of another trump card, so he continued to work hard. After searching for a long time, he finally found a homepage as if he had found a treasure, and continued to speak to Xun Ying with his mobile phone: "This fan of mine is not only me He is a high-achieving student, has published many articles, and is a direct descendant of the great poet XX, who has a family tree in his family."

Xun Ying: "..."

Xun Ying smiled awkwardly but politely, then pointed to a name with a black frame on the scroll of Wang Mo's love rival and said, "What a coincidence, his ancestors chased after me."

Wang Mo: "..."

No wonder people say that once you enter the Hou family, it’s as deep as the sea. If you don’t have diamonds, don’t do porcelain work. You say that I’m a poor boy, why did I find such a wealthy old man?

First, he is rich enough. Even though I get up early and work late at night every day, I guess I can only hold a fraction of his assets when I am 90 years old.

Second, he's a man enough, which doesn't matter, because I have already changed from a suspected asexual to an out-and-out gay, no, he should be sexual.

The third and most important point is that he is old enough, Wang Mo thought.

He is really too old, Wang Mo looked at Xun Ying's face that looked like a flower in his early twenties, and screamed in his heart. I can't account for anything when I am so old. Seeing any cheapness, Wang Mo sighed in his heart.

Then he thought over the word "take advantage" enlighteningly.

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo simply stopped talking.

He reached out and grabbed Xun Ying's arm, pulling him to his side.

He knew that Xun Ying would not resist him, because the opponent's force value was much higher than his own, and he would get hurt if he resisted rashly, and this was the most unbearable consequence for Xun Ying.

Sure enough, Xun Ying relaxed just like that, and was bullied by Wang Mo to get close to him, and then he kissed him.

Xun Ying was taken aback.

Because the movements of Wang Mo's hands were very gentle, but the movements other than those of his hands were a little irritable, which made him unable to judge whether it was a sweet kiss or a violent kiss.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Mo finally let go of Xun Ying.

They didn't separate immediately, and still maintained the posture of forehead to forehead. Xun Ying looked at Wang Mo and found that he was not smiling at this time.

When he doesn't smile and stares at someone, it will bring a very strong sense of oppression to the other person, forming a tragic contrast with the sweet atmosphere just now.

"What do you think?" Wang Mo said, his voice was not as aggressive as his eyes, deep, but slightly fluctuating.

"Very good," said Xun Ying, "very good."

When he nodded, his forehead touched the smooth forehead of the other party, and a few fresh beads of sweat confirmed his guess.

My little boyfriend is also quite excited, Xun Ying thought.

"Is it better than talking to me?" Wang Mo said.

"They're all pretty good," said Xun Ying, "each has its own advantages."

"But it's better this way," he added after a few seconds.

"That's good." Wang Mo nodded with satisfaction.

"From now on, you will do this kind of thing with me more, and talk less about your straight men's speeches."

Wang Mo poked Xun Ying's cheek with his hand, and then walked away with a smile that turned defeat into victory.

Xun Ying: "..."

I seem to have discovered some incredible switch, Xun Ying thought about it in his heart, thinking that this straight man's craft should not be lost.

Not surprised, not surprised