The author finally killed the male supporting role

It is impossible to be number one, and it is impossible to be number one in this life. The number one in the dream is alive and well, all of them have eight-pack abs, and they speak nicely. He likes it very much.

When Lin Musheng went to the bar, Zhang Ji had been waiting for a while. The colorful light beams in the bar were swinging back and forth, and young men and women were releasing their bodies to their heart's content on the dance floor. The deafening music made Lin Musheng's heart beat faster. Quite a few, the air is filled with the slightly sweet smell of alcohol, a little intoxicating.

Seeing Lin Musheng approaching, Zhang Bian waved at him. Zhang Bian was much more handsome than Lin Musheng, with big eyes, a high nose, and a small waist, but just like Lin Musheng, he was a bachelor.

When Lin Musheng walked over, he asked the waiter for a glass of juice. He took the juice and sat next to Zhang Sang. Zhang Sang cut it, "What kind of juice do you come to the bar for?"

Now when Zhang Ji spoke, he could barely hear the taste of T city. He asked the waiter for another cocktail. When a female guest blew a kiss, Zhang Ji shook his head in disappointment, with an expression on his face as if he had lost his love, but this expression would appear at least twenty times in 30 days a month, so it was nothing unusual.

Zhang Ji shook the orange-red wine in his hand, "Zhao Yile and the others will come over later, it's too noisy here, and I can't hear clearly, why don't we change places?"

Lin Musheng had no problem, he nodded, "It's all fine."

So Zhang Bing put down his wine glass, paid the bill, and took Lin Musheng directly to the barbecue restaurant next to the bar. After a while, Zhao Yile and a few friends who usually hang out with him came over.

Zhao Yile is a department manager of an advertising company. When he is in the company, he is usually in a white shirt, black suit and gold-rimmed glasses.

Zhao Yile entered the private room and saw Lin Musheng's eyes lit up immediately. He sat down on Lin Musheng's buttocks, and while stroking Lin Musheng's chest muscles, he complained to Zhang Bing and said, "Ah, our epiphyllum is here today, Zhang Xiaobing you Even if the dead ghost doesn't tell me anything, I can dress up easily."

Epiphany is the nickname given to Lin Musheng by the little zeros, because every time Lin Musheng comes out to a party, he can’t stay for a few minutes like Epiphyllum and then goes home. In the past few months, Lin Musheng has come out less and less. Zhao Yile also joked It is said that Lin Musheng's epiphyllum may have been hybridized with the iron tree.

Zhang Bian cut and knocked off Zhao Yile's hand that was eating tofu on Lin Musheng's chest with a snap. Looking at the group of flirtatious girls in front of him, he said, "They're all sisters, who are you going to dress up for?"

Zhao Yile smacked Lin Musheng's face, "Of course I'll show it to my sweetheart."

Although he knew that Zhao Yile was joking, Lin Musheng still lowered his head, almost buried his head in his chest in embarrassment.

Zhao Yile brought her lips to Lin Musheng's ear, and asked him in a low voice, "Have you used the one I recommended you last time? How is it?"

Lin Musheng blushed, and replied, "Still in the shopping cart, waiting for Double Eleven to place an order."

As soon as Zhao Yile was amused, he poked lightly on his waist twice, "Why don't I borrow it from you, I'm so excited! There are five frequencies, and the sound is also low. Come here when you have a meeting at work. hair, tense and exciting."

Can this kind of thing also be borrowed?

Lin Musheng shook his hands and refused, "No more."

Zhao Yile grabbed Lin Musheng's hand, "Don't be polite with me, we have a relationship, I will send it to you tomorrow."

"..." Lin Musheng looked at Zhao Yile, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Hahahahaha I'm just joking with you," Zhao Yile patted his thigh, laughing and said, "Actually, I'm taking it with me now, I'll take it out and try it with you when we go to the bathroom, did you hear the sound?" ?”

Lin Musheng opened his mouth and stared at Zhao Yile in disbelief.

"Hahahahaha, do you really believe it? Why are you still so funny?" Zhao Yile laughed until his stomach ached, and finally he choked and coughed non-stop.

Lin Musheng patted his back twice, seeing that his cough gradually subsided, poured another glass of warm water and brought it to him.

Zhao Yile drank water and grabbed Lin Musheng's hand with emotion on his face, "Epiphyllum, when will you be No. 1? How about I go all out and we can fight each other."

Lin Musheng slightly pulled his hand out of Zhao Yile's hand, and leaned against Zhang Stile, "...it's not good."

Zhang Bing pointed at Zhao Yile and scolded him, "You've been pestering us, Lin Xiaosheng, if you come here, don't you hate me!"

Zhao Yile retorted: "Don't pester you with Epiphyllum, you're gay!"

"It's like you're not gay! You're gay!"

"Who are the gays talking about?"

……

Sitting in the middle, Lin Musheng felt in a daze that the scene in front of him was like the empress of the East Palace and the Empress of the West Palace who were fighting for favor, and he was the weak, incompetent, and soft-hearted emperor.

The other Xiaolings ignored the two, and ate the small plates on their own, chatting about the No. 1 they had found recently. After arguing for a while, Dong Gong and Xi Gong found that the other party seemed to be a little out of shape, so they stopped , Zhang Liang asked him: "You have been hiding at home for so long, how did you come out today?"

Lin Musheng hesitated for a moment, and replied, "A few days ago I posted an advertisement for renting a house, and Liang Yi is here today."

"Liang Yi?" Zhang Wei thought the name sounded familiar, but couldn't remember where he heard it.

Two unnatural blushes appeared on Lin Musheng's face again, and he said, "It's the senior I had a crush on in college."

Zhang Ji nodded, he remembered, "Oh, that dead straight man."

Lin Musheng retorted softly, "Don't say that about him."

Zhang Yanyou snorted and asked him, "Isn't he a straight man?"

This time, before Lin Musheng could answer, Zhao Yile spoke first, and he said: "When the penis is hard, it has a slight curvature, how can he say that he is straight?"

Lin Musheng & Zhang Ji, and all the little friends: "..."

What you said makes sense.

It took Zhang Ji a while to recover from Zhao Yile's critical remarks, and he asked Lin Musheng: "Is he really straight?"

"I don't know," Lin Musheng scratched his head and said, "I sent him a love letter when he graduated, and he accepted it."

Can a straight man accept a love letter from a boy?The zeros here feel that this straight man is not very straight.

"He promised to be with you?" Zhang Ji asked him.

Lin Musheng shook his head, "I only gave him the love letter. It seemed that he still had something to say to his classmates, so we made an appointment to meet him at the dessert shop in the school's snack street the next day, and he nodded at that time."

"And then?" A group of little zeros asked him.

Lin Musheng sighed softly, "I sat in the dessert shop for a day, drank eight cups of milk tea, and went to the bathroom three times."

"He didn't come?"

"Well," Lin Musheng nodded, recalling this muddled love story, he sighed, "The honey beans in the dessert shop are too sweet."

For some reason, Zhang Ji felt that he was a little pitiful, so he patted him on the shoulder twice reassuringly, and asked him, "Then you didn't go to him again after that?"

Lin Musheng lowered his head, "He graduated, and I never saw him again."

The little Lings all cursed: "Bah, scumbag!"

"He might have forgotten it," Lin Musheng sighed again. If he had confessed to Liang Yi one day earlier, it might have been a different ending. "He drank that day."

Zhang Liang asked, "How much did you drink?"

Lin Musheng thought about it carefully, and said with some uncertainty: "He drank three cups when I sent him the love letter, but I don't know how much he drank afterwards."

The little Lings once again cursed in unison: "Bah, dead scumbag!"

Lin Musheng: "But he's not a scumbag, he treated his ex-girlfriends well."

"..." The few present were speechless.

He is not scum, you are stupid, really.

Lin Musheng had a few drinks with his friends, chatted about the new No. [-] in the circle recently, evaluated them in all aspects from height and weight to moral cultivation, scored them and recorded them in the record, ready to find a chance for everyone Have an in-depth exchange.

Lin Musheng touched the muscles on his lower abdomen, and felt that this opportunity to communicate might not be for him, and he should just stay where he is cool.The party didn't end until eleven o'clock. Lin Musheng drank some wine and fell asleep when he got home.

Early the next morning, Liang Yi was standing outside the house with a bag of luggage, and rang the doorbell. Lin Musheng immediately got up from the computer when he heard the sound, and ran over to open the door with his slippers on.

Yesterday Liang Yi was in a hurry, and Lin Musheng was so excited to see his male god that he forgot about it, so much so that the house lease contract has not been signed until now. .Only then did Lin Musheng remember the matter of signing the contract, and he hurried downstairs to the photocopying agency to print two copies.

Liang Yi flipped through the contract, and saw Lin Musheng's name written stroke by stroke next to Party A, he paused with his right hand holding the pen, "Lin Musheng?"

"What's the matter?" Lin Musheng asked him.

Liang Yi seemed to have remembered something, looked at Lin Musheng in a daze, but recovered immediately, shook his head, said "nothing", and signed his name on the contract.

The author has something to say:

I posted a chapter on Weibo yesterday. It seems that the little cuties don’t like it very much. I feel a little pity for me to discard this brain hole directly, so I decided to release it first. If the collection can still increase, I will download it. Just fill in this, if not, I will write a short story of [-] to [-] words