am i a devil

Wang Mo was holding his chair, holding three or four plates of food with the other hand like an acrobat, and walked aggressively in the direction where Xun Ying was seated.

As a result, before he was halfway there, his momentum was exhausted by the long journey.

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo didn't leave at all, and directly patted the food in his hand to the middle of the table, put the chair to the side of the table, and then sat down on it.

"I can't move anymore!" Wang Mo shouted arrogantly.

"Come and coax me quickly."

Xun Ying laughed, nodded and said, "Of order."

Then, following Wang Mo's example, he brought over a few dishes that he thought were pretty good, and came to Wang Mo's side, sitting very close to him.

"No, I really don't understand you rich people very well." While accepting Xun Ying's hopeful and apologetic feed, Wang Mo complained to him in the midst of his busy schedule.

"Before you were with me, you wouldn't be eating in this banquet hall by yourself every day, right?" Wang Mo asked Xun Ying, and the result was an embarrassing silence.

Wang Mo: "..."

It seems that I have hit the spot, Wang Mo thought.

"Did you let countless glass puppets accompany you to eat here?" Wang Mo said.

"No, I don't need too many people's company when I eat." Xun Ying shook his head and said.

"Usually, it's just the cat that keeps me company."

Wang Mo: "..."

"Are you guys sitting and eating together? Wouldn't it be the same as what we did just now, facing each other to eat across a distance as long as a train?" Wang Mo paused in the middle of the conversation, thinking After thinking about which rhetoric to use, it took a few seconds before I finished my question.

"Yes." Xun Ying ruthlessly answered Wang Mo's question.

"Can you really hear each other's conversation?" Wang Mo asked blankly.

"The cat's hearing is very good, no problem at all. I had no problem when I was young. When I got old, I couldn't hear it anymore, so I moved to other places to eat. When I got older, it was difficult for me to listen to myself. It was too far away, so I moved out of here." Xun Ying sighed.

Wang Mo: "..."

Every time he simply stated the facts, he was showing off his wealth unabashedly to me, Wang Mo slandered in his heart.

However, because Xun Ying came over to coax him in a good way, Wang Mo didn't continue to pursue it, but turned his grief and anger into appetite, and ate a big meal.

"Amo, do you think this tasting menu is okay?" After personally wiping Wang Mo's mouth with the snow-white napkin that was folded into a swan on the table, Xun Ying asked him for advice in a timely manner.

"Well, I think it's okay." Wang Mo patted himself contentedly and nodded.

"Anyway, everything suits my taste."

"Well, then I'll let the kitchen follow this menu." Xun Ying said.

So the two couples, who were full of wine and food, walked all the way and returned to the bedroom building that Wang Mo was most familiar with.

-

At night, Wang Mo came out after taking a shower and found that Xun Ying was not in the bedroom. He searched everywhere and found him in a small study next to the bedroom.

"Do you still have to work?" Wang Mo said.

"It's not work." Xun Ying shook his head and said.

"That's how you look so focused." Wang Mo came over, squeezed into a sofa with Xun Ying, hung it on him to look at the thing in his hand, but found that it was a very beautifully crafted letter wedding invitations.

"The invitation has been made, I want to see it together when you come out of the shower." Xun Ying said, opening the invitation in his hand and showing it to Wang Mo.

"I think this looks good, what do you think?" Wang Mo nodded, and then asked Xun Yingdao.

"I also think it's pretty good, so let's mass produce it according to this style." Xun Ying said.

"Is it probably the batch of relatives and friends we talked about last time?" Xun Ying wanted to count the approximate number of prints, so he confirmed with Wang Mo again.

"Well, and your colleagues who asked you to drink wedding wine or full moon wine in the past, you should also ask them to come together." Wang Mo said.

Xun Ying: "..."

"There are some people who asked me to go, but most of the invitations I asked someone to bring a share of the money and forget it, and I didn't attend in person." Xun Ying explained.

He is the God of Wealth in the supernatural circle. Generally, colleagues who are a little careful and want to take advantage of it are eager to invite him, but Xun Ying's relationship with him is not very good. He usually doesn't go. He just asks someone. Just bring a sealed red envelope and forget it.

"Then we have to reciprocate. If someone invites you, you have to invite them too. Of course, if they don't want to come, I can accept someone to bring the money." Wang Mo Take it for granted.

Xun Ying: "..."

This little guy really doesn't want to suffer at all, Xun Ying secretly said in his heart, but the more Wang Mo is like this, the more assured he is, at least, when he is alone, he will never suffer, right?

Thinking of this, Xun Ying smiled, then nodded and said, "Okay, then do as you said, and send invitations to all the people I have exchanged gifts with, that's fine."

"Good boy." Wang Mo encouraged Xun Ying with a very good evaluation.

"But it's one thing to post a post, and it's another thing whether they come or not." Xun Ying thought for a while, and decided to give Wang Mo a vaccination first, lest someone doesn't come, Wang Mo Nor was it prepared.

"Of course they are coming, they must give us face." Wang Mo said confidently.

"Why do people have to give us face?" Xun Ying teased him.

"Of course it's because we've lost face," Wang Mo said naturally, "Don't worry about this matter, I will write all the invitations by myself, and I guarantee that everyone who sends them will come."

"Okay, then I will leave this matter to you." Xun Ying said, and shook Wang Mo's hand solemnly, with a look of complete trust that everything was entrusted to him.

"But before that, can you share your calligraphy with me?" Wang Mo, a modern young man who is used to voice calls on mobile phones, asked his wife, a spiritually elderly man, for help.

"This is no problem." Xun Ying smiled, and then shared his authentic skills with Wang Mo.

Wang Mo learned it in a blink of an eye, and then he lay down on the table and started to write. Soon, his first work of flamboyant and phoenix dancing was completed.

"Look, facing such a beautiful font, I think no one will refuse to come to our wedding." Wang Mo looked at the authentic handwriting of Xun Ying that he had written, and the more he read it, the more he was satisfied.

Xun Ying: "..."

"Most of them will still come, it's just..." Xun Ying pondered for a moment.

"Just what? Did someone have a festival with us? But since the other party has invited you to the wedding banquet, it shouldn't be a festival." Wang Mo asked Xun Ying curiously.

"How should I put it?" Xun Ying thought for a while and said, "Probably when they invited me, they didn't know that I would fall in love with men in the future."

Wang Mo: "..."

"If you can't accept our model, that's the freedom of others." Wang Mo said thoughtfully.

"However, I still have to give the share." After thinking about it, Wang Mo added another sentence.

"You little money fan." Xun Ying laughed and rubbed Wang Mo's fluffy little head.

-

In the next few days, Wang Mo devoted himself to writing invitations in the small study next to his and Xun Ying's bedrooms.

It’s easy to write only one invitation to practice your hand. In fact, let Wang Mo write more than a dozen in a row. The more I write, the more wilted I become.

Although he has obtained the authentic biography of Xun Ying's authentic handwriting, the strength of the brushwork still needs his own muscles to work. To write such beautiful handwriting, even if the muscle memory is working by himself, the hand will not be able to write for a long time. It's sour.

Wang Mo: "..."

So when Wang Mo was not writing brush characters, he kept shaking his hands, and finally became a hand-throwing shopkeeper, doing nothing but writing and acting like a baby.

When eating in the morning.

"Xun Ying, my hand hurts." Wang Mo said in a soft voice, but Xun Ying's heart ached to the core, so he began to feed three meals a day.

At night, when Wang Mo wants to drink coffee while nestling together watching TV, as long as he looks at Xun Ying pitifully and says, "My hand hurts", Xun Ying will immediately rush to the water bar to get Wang Mo's coffee. A cup of coffee full of color and fragrance, without his hands at all, is like a pampered young master who does not touch the spring water with his fingers, and there is no trace of him moving bricks in his early years.

All these welfare benefits were seen by the old cat who was watching coldly.

So it's so easy to act like a baby? The old cat thought to himself, and then planned to try it on his wife.

When it was time to feed the cat cubs at night, the old cat said to the puppet cat with a pitiful expression: "Honey, my hand hurts~"

The puppet cat looked at the old cat expressionlessly, as if it was trying to maintain its dignity, but the cub in its arms was very disrespectful, and spat out with a "wow".

Old cat: "..."

What I lack is the ability to act like a baby? What I lack is face, the old cat thought desperately while helping the puppet cat clean up the mess after spitting milk.

-

After a few days, all the invitations were written, and Wang Mo was in charge of sending out all the invitations.

Most of the people who received the invitation were very happy, of course, there were also some who were not very happy.

This includes the man who sells insurance in the sales office.

That's right, despite the fact that he and Xun Ying have always been at loggerheads, when it was time to pluck the wool, he mercilessly plucked it. Because of the exchange of gift money, Wang Mo also sent him a very "friendly" letter Wedding Invitations.

The man selling insurance in the sales office: "..."

"It's just a small amount of money, and I still remember what happened eight lifetimes ago," the insurance salesman in the sales office said cursingly at the invitation.

The handwriting was Xun Ying's own handwriting, and it looked like he really wanted to get his money back, which made the insurance salesman who was already prejudiced against Xun Ying even more biased, and almost the whole person was tilted.

"Why are two big men getting married? Wouldn't it be over if they lived together quietly? Don't show your family ugliness to the outside world, you must be sick!" The insurance salesman in the sales office felt that he hadn't scolded him enough, So began the ginseng rooster's forte.

Just when he was having a good time scolding, the invitation in his hand actually spoke!

"It's fine if you don't want to come to the wedding, and I can bear it if you don't want to give money, but you can't scold us! If you want to settle this matter, just obediently come to the banquet and give me red envelopes, hum!" The men selling insurance in the sales office began to scold each other.

Then the insurance seller saw a miraculous change in the signature of the invitation.

by Wang Mo, who ranks second in points in Quanlingyihuaner, in parentheses, the first is my master, be afraid!

The insurance man yelled in fright and fell to the ground.

His wife heard the voice in the kitchen, ran in and saw her husband, who was foaming at the mouth.

"husband!"

The wife who sold the insurance picked him up, shook him and cried, "Husband, say something, my husband!"