regret after teasing

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Shen Mo didn't care what He Ji thought, in his eyes, He Ji was no different from a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, and whether he liked it or not was just a novelty for a while.

Shen Mo got out of the car, opened the umbrella and walked into the community, passed by the guard, and picked up the courier by the way.

He hasn't bought anything in the past few days, but today he received a call saying that he had a courier and left it at the doorman.

Shen Mo returned home with the courier. After taking a shower, he came out and sat in front of the computer to write something. When he saw the courier box on the table, he remembered that he forgot to open it to see what it was.

Shen Mo opened the box with a paper knife, and inside were several bags of well-packed Cantonese-style sausages.

Shen Mo likes to cut some sausages into the rice when cooking, so his mother often makes some and pass them to him. He finished eating a few days ago. When Zhiyu came over, he said by the way that maybe it was not done at home, so she first Bought some for him online.

After Shen Mo put the sausage in the refrigerator, he sent a message to Shen Zhiyu.

——The sausage is received, thank you.

It was very late, Shen Zhiyu might have fallen asleep, and did not reply to Shen Mo's message.

Shen Zhiyu's call came early the next morning.

"Brother, what sausage, I didn't buy it? Did my mother send it to you?" Shen Zhiyu asked him.

"It's not you?" Shen Mo stopped drinking water, who is Zhiyu?

"It's not the kind made by my mother at home. I bought it from the Internet." Shen Mo said.

"That might be Xiaobai." Shen Zhiyu guessed.

Ruan Bai is a child sponsored by Shen Mo, and all his living expenses and tuition fees have been sponsored by Shen Mo since junior high school.

So ever since he was admitted to university and came to City A, he worshiped Shen Mo like a Bodhisattva.

"Maybe." Shen Mo didn't care about the bags of sausages, either Zhiyu or Ruan Bai.

His address is known only to Zhiyu, Ruan Bai and his manager. It can't be that the manager who puts his interests first suddenly realized that he gave it to him, right?

"Can Xiaobai and I go to your autograph meeting today?" Shen Zhiyu cautiously asked.

"No." Shen Mo firmly refused.

"...Okay." The voice over there was pitiful, but he didn't insist.

Shen Mo could hear her frustration, and his voice softened, "Let Xiaobai take you out for a walk this Saturday, don't play for too long, don't be too tired."

After hanging up Shen Zhiyu's phone, the manager called and urged Shen Mo to go out.

The agent knows Shen Mo too well, so he is lazy on weekdays, and he has to ask for the manuscript three times before he is willing to hand it in. Every time something happens, he will step on it, not even a minute in advance.

Shen Mo took a shower before going out in a hurry. Before going out, he saw a black umbrella hanging at the entrance. Shen Mo took the umbrella and brought it to the car, planning to return the umbrella the next time he went to the "vassal".

When I drove to the signing event site, it was still 10 minutes away from the agreed time, but there was already a long queue outside the venue, all of them were his fans, and 90.00% of them were female fans.

They held his book and held up a sign with Shen Mo's name in their hands, looking very excited.

Shen Mo sat in the car and watched this scene without much expression on his face.

Does he fit?

Parked the car in the special VIP parking lot, and it was still 10 minutes before the time arrived. Shen Mo sat in the car and didn't intend to get out of the car.

Zhiyu sent a message on his mobile phone: Brother, Xiaobai and I went to the zoo to see turtles. I wish you a smooth signing.

Shen Mo bowed his head and typed a few words of advice, then raised his head inadvertently, just in time to see a person waiting for the elevator at the elevator entrance.

The man lowered his head, put one hand in his pocket, and fiddled with the phone with the other.

He was dressed in black, black pants, and a black hat, and was wearing a black mask that completely covered his face, making it impossible to see what he looked like.

Shen Mo turned off the screen of his mobile phone, leaned on the seat and stared lazily. This man has broad shoulders and long legs, and his two long legs are standing straight. The black casual trousers make him look particularly slender, as if he has been trained His back was unusually straight, and the ordinary black sweater just gave him an inexplicable sense of dignity.

Shen Mo looked at this person thoroughly from bottom to top, and came to a conclusion that this person is in good shape.

It is actually quite difficult to meet a man with a good figure. Shen Mo never takes a second look at a man who has been exercising for muscles all the year round and takes off his clothes.

And Shen Mo, who is slender and has no muscles, can't whet his appetite. He likes the kind of clothes that look thin and fleshy when undressed. There are muscles but not obvious. It will feel hard to the touch. If you use one word to describe it , is fat but not greasy.

And visually, the figure of the man at the elevator entrance may be good.

Shen Mo's eyes stayed on the man waiting for the elevator. If he took a few more glances, no one would suffer.

Perhaps aware of the unexplained sight from across the small half of the parking lot, the man in black turned his head and looked over. His eyes were covered by the extremely low brim of his hat, but looking in the direction of the brim, he might be looking at Stay calm here.

Shen Mo was frank and frank, and didn't panic because the man turned around suddenly. He looked at each other when he couldn't see each other clearly. Shen Mo looked down at his watch, and there were 3 minutes left.

Shen Mo got off the car and walked towards the elevator entrance. The elevator had already come down, and the man who was waiting for the elevator stepped into the elevator first.

Shen Mo didn't intend to make this elevator, so he was not in a hurry, and walked over in a leisurely manner, but the unexpected elevator didn't go up, and the man's hand was on the door open button.

This is waiting for him.

"Thank you." Shen Mo thanked politely, walked in and stood in the corner of the elevator, keeping the maximum safe distance between strangers in the elevator with this man.

The man withdrew his hand and stood with his back to Shen Mo.

Shen Mo looked at the display screen where the advertisement was playing in the elevator, but couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the man's straight back.

Some people say that good-looking people are the same, but ugly people are ugly in all kinds of strange ways. Maybe the figure is the same. A good figure will always have a sense of familiarity, as if you have seen it somewhere.

Maybe because he sensed the sight behind him, the man turned sideways, took a step with his long legs, and stood directly beside Shen Mo.

It has a light fragrance, not a perfume, nor a laundry detergent. I can't tell what it smells like, but it smells good.

Inexplicably familiar, I don't remember where I smelled it.

Shen Mo frowned, there were only the two of them in the elevator, so they wouldn't have to squeeze together.

Shen Mo slightly raised his eyes to look at this taller person, with words in his eyes: Is there something wrong?

The brim of the man's hat was turned around, and the brim was still pressed down so low that he couldn't see his eyes.

The next moment, his arms crossed Shen Mo's eyes and directly supported the elevator wall, forcing Shen Mo into a corner.

Before Shen Mo could react, the man said in a very low voice: "About?"

About?

Shen Mo quickly realized that asking for a date is the same as whether to have a date or not.

Games that adults understand, things you love and I wish, you are happy and I am happy, everyone is happy.

Shen Mo originally planned to raise his hand to withdraw his mentally retarded arm, but his light-colored eyes quickly looked up and down the person in front of him, and said in an emotionless tone: "How much is it for a night?"

The man froze for a moment, clenched his hand hanging by his side, and said word by word, "No-money." It seemed like he was gnashing his teeth.

Shen Mo nodded, stretched out a finger and lightly pressed on the arm lying in front of his eyes, and the man put his hand down with force.

The elevator arrives and the doors open.

Shen Mo took out a wet tissue from his pocket and wiped that finger while walking out, "Sorry, I don't deserve money."

The man froze on the spot, and didn't react until the elevator door slowly closed and pressed the button quickly, but the elevator had already started to go down.

The man was leaning in the elevator, and his depressed mood just now had improved, but the old man spoke insolently, and he was not polite when the old man tempted him to prostitute him for nothing.

The author has something to say: Xie Heng: Thousands of miles to send guns, rejected.jpg

From Xie Heng's point of view, it was Shen Mo who prostituted him for nothing. Of course, Shen Mo had another theory.

Someone asked abuse?I just want to say that in the last book, I was scolded so much that I took off the sweet text label (it was so sweet), but this time, looking at my label, the word sweet text still stands! ! ! !