lonely city, lonely love

Probably because he was extremely hungry, Young Master Mo also lowered his head and started to eat. I have to say that it was really delicious.The two wolfed down a large bowl of noodles and left.

Chu Mochen took Master Mo's hand and walked home slowly.

Under the orange light, the shadows of the two people were stretched very long. This was the first time on the main road, the two people held hands in such an upright manner.Many times, considering the outside world and everyone, it is really a lot of small things that have to be omitted when celebrities fall in love.

When did you hold hands for the first time, probably when you were together?At a reception, Young Master Mo was drunk and insisted on going back. Chu Mo Chen helplessly pulled him back. The two of them touched hands. In front of him, smelling of alcohol, he smiled happily, "Haha, have you been dragged by me?"

The childish words instantly softened Chu Mochen's heart. He couldn't bear to push the drunkard away. The two of them walked through the crowded hall and got into the car. Young Master Mo sat obediently on the passenger seat. He didn't make a fuss or talk, and his head was also bit by bit, and he fell asleep.

Touching his head helplessly, Chu Mochen drove away in the car.

Afterwards, there were long and various announcements. The two of them just looked at each other simply, and there was almost no physical communication. Chu Mochen was not in a hurry, and Young Master Mo was also powerless.

Probably on the road of every dream, you more or less have to give up something.

"Let's take a walk every day from now on." Young Master Mo smiled, because the wound was covered with ointment, which was white and very cute. When he laughed, he moved the muscles on his face and twisted the ointment into a shape.

"You really need to exercise." Chu Mochen nodded.

Hey, you said, what should I do when I meet a boyfriend who has no EQ?

Young Master Mo shook off his hand angrily, and walked forward alone. His red hair was extraordinarily dazzling after dark.Chu Mochen has long been used to such inexplicable anger from Young Master Mo, so he walked over and pulled him into his arms, "I'll take you to dye your hair."

The two came to a barber shop. There is a very strange price in the United States. For example, a haircut is very expensive. You can buy a big-name lipstick just by cutting your hair. Looking at these magical prices, Master Mo didn’t know what to do. To cry or to laugh.

"Did the Americans do this on purpose?"

"It's okay, I have someone I know here, I can ask him to help you."

Soon a black man came, wearing a very exaggerated gold necklace and gold ring, and then greeted Chu Mochen with a smile, as always with a black style, extremely exaggerated, "Hi! Man!"

Chu Mochen nodded briefly, and introduced to the black man with a smile, "This is Master Mo, and this is Messikin."

Young Master Mo looked at the obviously tall black man and nodded, "I want to be dyed black."

The black man nodded, and said regretfully, "Why don't you try another color? You are very suitable for light-colored hair?"

Master Mo leaned over with a smile, and whispered in the black man's ear, "You know, my boyfriend likes me to look smaller. Wait a minute, make me smaller."

Messikin immediately expressed understanding, nodded repeatedly, and his smile changed.

It takes time to dye hair. Young Master Mo sat on the sidelines and was about to fall asleep. Finally, he got better. His hair, which was a little long, was cut short. He has black hair like a bobo head. He looks very cute. This extremely casual dress looks like a high school student.

Satisfied, he nodded at Mexijin, turned around and looked at Chu Mochen who had been looking at him, and said with a smile, "Does it look good?"

Chu Mochen's eyes changed, and finally nodded his head pretending to be calm, his eyes clearly moved to the side, "It looks good."

Young master Mo knew what he meant, but he didn't make it difficult for him, but smiled and went home with him.

Probably because he changed his hairstyle, his mood became better. He smiled and took Chu Mochen's hand, running around, watching him staring at his shoes as he walked, and couldn't help leaning over, "Look at me. okay?"

Chu Mochen glanced at Young Master Mo and quickly floated aside, "What are you doing?"

"I'm not doing anything, don't you think I'm not good?" Young Master Mo held back a smile, and kept leaning towards him, until Chu Mochen's eyes reflected himself, the very small self, and he let go in satisfaction hand, "Are you a pedophile?"

Chu Mochen's whole body was stiff, and he looked at Young Master Mo angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, that's what I'm asking." She stared innocently, looked at Chu Mochen with a smile, and blinked, "Brother, I didn't say anything."

Brother, these two words came out of Young Master Mo's pretty mouth, and Chu Mochen froze immediately, looking at Young Master Mo's smug little face in disbelief.

"Haha... You pervert, you just like people who are younger than you!" Young Master Mo ran away happily.

Helplessly looking at Young Master Mo who was running away, Chu Mochen also began to smile. It's been a long time since I saw Young Master Mo like this. He is carefree and has no scruples. Maybe coming to America is a Really good choice.

That night, Chu Mochen didn't let Young Master Mo go, put his arms around his waist, and entered unceremoniously. He didn't think that he would get up early for class tomorrow, but kept tossing about.

Young Master Mo couldn't cry anymore, damn it, he was the one who suffered in the end.

When he fell asleep, it was already late at night, and Chu Mochen didn't toss around very late in the end, compared to before.

When Young Master Mo woke up, it was already seven o'clock, and classes would start at eight o'clock.

After breakfast, the two of them set off, reapplying medicine to the wound, looking at the still hideous wound, Chu Mochen's eyes became very gloomy, and finally they were covered by a thick layer of warmth.

"This is a very famous singing training institution." Taking Master Mo to a training institution, Chu Mochen looked at the students who came to class together, and whispered to Young Master Mo, "There are many famous singers here, all It’s what this institution cultivates.”

Young Master Mo nodded, feeling a little inexplicably nervous, because it was really a long time since he sang.This is not China. There is a large group of fans in China. Whether it is good or bad, they have already established a foundation, but here, you are a newcomer.