am i a devil

After sending away the trembling manager Sister Li and Brother-in-law Li, Wang Mo went back to his bedroom with his boyfriend, and saw Xun Ying wearing sunglasses in a room without direct sunlight. It looks like a simulated vacation.

Wang Mo: "..."

"You handed me your sunglasses!" Wang Mo said angrily.

"No, this is my self-protection mechanism." Xun Ying mercilessly rejected Wang Mo's proposal.

"I'm old and can't compare to you. I live under your beauty every day, and my hair will fall out in a few days." Xun Ying said.

Wang Mo: "..."

"I'm such a disaster," Wang Mosheng asked Xun Yingdao helplessly.

"When you meet a faint king in the age of the monarch, it is very likely that he is at the level of subjugation." Xun Ying nodded unceremoniously.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Then what should I do? I didn't think too much about the beauty treatment at the time. Who knows that the beauty treatment will become semi-permanent if you use it too much." Wang Mo fell down on the large bed in despair and rolled. Rolling around, complaining about his rashness.

"Isn't that great? Most people want to be semi-permanent, but they can't achieve the beauty level of Apollo like you." Xun Ying comforted Wang Mo and said, relieved that his little boyfriend is a bit of a waste of kidneys, but Xun Ying believes that with a single With great strength, you can still meet your opponents and generals.

"It's a bit too sharp. I hope the camera can be as unsightly as possible." Wang Mo touched his flamboyant face and sighed.

Xun Ying: "..."

Probably Amo is the only actor in the world who thinks this way, Xun Ying thought.

Wang Mo lay on the bed moaning, rolled around for a while, then started to get up and watch Xun Ying.

"No more." Xun Ying shook his head and said.

Wang Mo: "..."

"That's not what it means." Wang Mo said.

"I'm sorry, then I made myself too sentimental." Xun Ying also made a sad expression very cooperatively.

Wang Mo: "..."

"I was thinking, don't you have the experience of getting old? How did you get old?" Wang Mo asked Xun Yingdao in a whim.

"It just grows old naturally with the passage of time." Xun Ying looked at Wang Mo with a puzzled expression, and replied.

"You don't always think that every time I learn programming just to grow old, do you?" Xun Ying said.

Wang Mo: "..."

"I didn't mean that." Wang Mo coaxed his boyfriend with a fake smile of a plastic couple.

"But I'm thinking, if I can grow old soon, will I be able to reduce my appearance?" Wang Mo said.

Xun Ying: "..."

He may also be the first actor in history who wants to grow old quickly. A series of barrages floated in Xun Ying's mind, still in bold, large and fancy fonts.

"It's impossible to grow old." Xun Ying shook his head and said.

"Yes, it can only be dealt with by time, but it is probably quite easy to become haggard." Wang Mo thought for a while and said.

"Don't be funny, since you have the beauty of Apollo, we all..." Xun Ying looked at the calendar on the phone, surprised himself, and then showed Wang Mo their schedule for the past few days .

"Even so, you still look radiant," Xun Ying said.

Wang Mo: "..."

"It seems that this method will not work." Wang Mo thought to himself.

"No, actually, I think that you might as well include this method in the list of attempts to cooperate with multiple methods." Xun Ying pondered for a while, and then quickly added a sentence.

Wang Mo: "..."

So Wang Mo stretched out his jiojio, which was constantly probing wildly on the verge of becoming ugly.

That night, after finishing the procedures, Wang Mo didn't sleep with his arms around Xun Ying as usual, but slipped out of the bed without a sound, and then went to the small study to cultivate immortals crazily.

Wang Mo didn't have much experience in cultivating immortals before, because he used to move bricks and do odd jobs, and later pursued dreams in the entertainment industry. Can sleep peacefully like a dead pig.

But now, in order to cover up his beauty, Wang Mo had no choice but to do everything possible.

Ah, as a social animal, in fact, I... don't seem to have any hobbies... When Wang Mo was about to make a big effort to cultivate immortality, after turning on the computer, he discovered such a very frustrating fact.

Wang Mo: "..."

I'm a very typical celebrity with a boring personality and a short artistic life supported only by a pretty face. Wang Mo suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of anxiety about his career.

So, is it still too late to start cultivating your own hobbies? Wang Mo thought to himself, so he opened an interest group on a certain social software, and casually browsed the hot topics recently.

"#流猫#" Wang Mo found a hobby that was popular and had raw materials at home, so he temporarily stopped cultivating immortals and went outside to find cats.

Wang Mo was quite lucky, and finally found their old cat in the yard.

But ever since Wang Mo got the beauty of Apollo, he has been obsessed with masculinity by Xun Ying, and he hasn't had many chances to meet their old cat. What visual impact does the cat produce.

So Wang Mo hid in the dark, and secretly greeted the old cat.

"Brother Cat, Brother Cat." Wang Mo greeted.

"Well, why haven't you slept, little brother?" The old cat was looking up at the starry sky with nothing to do, and saw Wang Mo's figure in the darkness, so he also greeted him.

"Because I want to lower my appearance, I am trying the traditional method of staying up late to cultivate immortality." Wang Mo said this very openly.

"Oh, I heard from Xun Ying that you have become more beautiful recently, congratulations."

The old cat blurted out from his habitual thinking, and then remembered what was wrong. If someone suddenly becomes beautiful, they can use greetings like congratulations, but for Wang Mo, this really can’t be said. Even if it is a big stuffed pie that falls, it is the kind that can knock people unconscious.

"What I mean is, if you want to lower your appearance, then go for it." Lao Mao added another sentence that sounded quite offensive to others, but sounded very considerate and encouraging to Wang Mo.

"Thank you, Brother Cat, but I found out that I don't seem to have any hobbies." Wang Mo said with some distress.

"Isn't it simple? Look for vegetable sellers on social networking sites, and there will always be one that suits you." Lao Mao said.

"I've thought about this method too. I just checked the Internet and found that cats are more popular recently, so..." Wang Mo said a little embarrassed because he was asking someone to do something.

"nonsense."

Before Wang Mo finished his request, the old cat planned a conversation between them.

Wang Mo: ""

"Looking at cats didn't become popular recently." The old cat said, and pulled out a bottle from its tail, shaking it in front of Wang Mo's eyes.

Wang Mo took a closer look and found that it was a bottle of hair tonic.

Wang Mo: "..."

"You don't know how many generations of human beings I have been masturbating, and I have been living on this bottle." The old cat said with great emotion.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Oh, you're asking for my help, aren't you?"

The old cat now understands Wang Mo's request. Anyway, he is a nocturnal animal, so he has nothing to do at the moment, and as a very traditional cat, the feeling of being rua is of course irresistible.

However, the old cat still nodded in the style of a big brother and said: "Since the little brother has encountered difficulties, as a big brother, I must of course cooperate with you."

Wang Mo was relieved, so he hugged the cat and went back to the study to rua up, while asking their old cat how he was doing with this horse-killing technique.

"The technique is quite good, but why don't you turn on the light?" Lao Mao asked Wang Mo while enjoying the free massage.

"Ah, didn't I get the beauty of Apollo now? I'm afraid you're as beautiful as Brother Mao." Wang Mo said.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that, no matter how beautiful your face is, it won't hurt me at all." The old cat said confidently.

"Because no matter how good you humans are, we cats are born with a filter of contempt."