am i a devil

Wang Mo, who was devastated at the class visit meeting, returned home in low spirits like a frightened quail.

But he was afraid that Xun Ying would be worried when he saw him like this, so he patted his cheeks with both hands before walking into the house.

"Here comes bro"

As soon as Wang Mo entered the door, he saw the old cat sitting in the garden of the villa basking in the sun, swiping his mobile phone, and greeted him when he came back.

"Here we come." Wang Mo said.

"I heard that you showed your face at the class visit meeting today." The old cat raised its beard and chatted with Wang Mo while looking at his mobile phone.

Wang Mo: "..."

Was he talking about showing his face or showing his eyes? Wang Mo couldn't help thinking in his heart.

"It's all on the hot search, you don't know it yourself," the old cat said, and handed the phone to Wang Mo for him to look at it himself.

Wang Mo looked at the real-time search rankings on social media, and found that his name had already entered the top five and was still rising. The tag was "Wang Mo, Oxford accent".

Wang Mo clicked on a video casually, and saw his performance a few hours ago. Below is a group of people posting "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I can do it!"

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo took out his mobile phone from his pocket again, and found that on his public social account, fans started a new round of surge.

"Little brother is hiding something." The old cat looked at Wang Mo and expressed his appreciation to him.

"Ah, work needs to be recharged." Wang Mo said.

Old cat: "..."

"Didn't you work on a construction site before? You need English," the old cat asked.

"That's right, construction site English." Wang Mo nodded his head bluntly and confidently.

Old cat: "..."

I can't refute it, the old cat thought.

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In the evening, as usual, it is a family of three, two people and one cat eat together.

Wang Mo talked about some interesting things that happened at work today, Xun Ying listened carefully, and then chatted with him from time to time.

Old cat: "..."

While the old cat was immersed in the beautiful world of high-end canned food, he felt that he was really tired of these two pieces of wood.

After the meal, Wang Molei returned to the upstairs room without moving. The time was calling, and only Xun Ying and Lao Mao were left on the first floor.

"Shall we chat for a while?"

The old cat watched Xun Ying finish clearing the table and put all the dishes into the dishwasher, then raised his beard and asked him.

"Sure, what do you want to talk about." Xun Ying nodded and said.

"It must be talking about you and Wang Mo, is it talking about me?" the old cat said blankly.

"Also, if you want to talk about the neighbor's puppet cat, I can accompany you." Xun Ying thought for a while, then nodded.

Old cat: "..."

Who are you and why are you spying on my life? The old cat crowed deep inside.

"I can handle my affairs myself," said the old cat.

"It's you, why are you so calm?"

"Otherwise?" Xun Ying asked back.

"He is a big star who is full of milk and Su, and in a few days, thousands of little girls will rush at him, and you don't know how to hurry up." The old cat sighed.

"I even wonder if you have some illusions, you are on the top, and you mistake brotherhood for love."

"No, I made the distinction very clear." Xun Ying shook his head and said.

"How do you tell the difference clearly, then again, what do you like about Wang Mo?" The old cat broke the casserole and asked the bottom line very incomprehensibly.

He admits that Wang Mo's face is getting more and more beautiful, but he can't stand Xun Ying's long life cycle. He has seen it before. He has never met such a beautiful person throughout the ages, and he has never seen him with such a superior personality. when.

"What do you think you want him to look like? He is beautiful. You have never seen what kind of face you have. Think him young. You can find someone in his seventies and eighties. Compared with Ning's real age, he is very young." The old cat complained. road.

Xun Ying: "..."

"I don't know...he is very special to me." Xun Ying expressed his words incoherently.

"He has some very simple movements, but from my point of view, they will become very rich."

Sometimes Wang Mo just made an inadvertent action, such as pulling his forehead hair, which would make Xun Ying feel a sense of over-interpretation, which can trigger his aesthetic mechanism. never had.

"He is indeed very young and naive, especially in terms of my experience, but sometimes, I feel that he is very rich, and his thinking capacity is comparable to mine, or even far surpasses mine." Xun Ying said after thinking about it.

"Sorry, I don't understand."

Just when Xun Ying was producing his love thesis, his brain capacity was limited by the upper limit of the original form, and the old cat who sounded a little bit ache yelled to stop.

"Anyway, it's fine if you decide him in your heart. It's not like he didn't give you a chance. Didn't you say you can chase him? Go after him." The old cat persuaded Xun Yingdao with his animal instinct logic.

"I... chased him." Xun Ying said inexplicably.

"I spent [-] million to support him."

Old cat: "..."

"No, let me just ask, how can you fall in love with someone of the same sex with such a straight man's way of thinking?" Lao Mao asked very incomprehensibly.