regret after teasing

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Shen Mo stepped on the spot and arrived at the scene without missing a beat.

The manager helplessly dragged him to put on makeup, "Can't you come 10 minutes earlier?"

"No." The agent has been with him for more than two years, and each other has known each other's habits for a long time. They usually advance the agreed time by 10 minutes. Shen Mo never said or asked, just pretended not to know, and told him What time will he arrive.

"Today, the partner invited a celebrity to support you. You can cooperate later."

Shen Mo went straight to the dressing room to put on makeup, but didn't respond, as if he didn't hear.

The broker knew he heard it.

Everyone in the company said that Shen Mo was very obedient when he first signed the contract. The current Shen Mo is no longer the old Shen Mo. Although he is tied with iron chains all over his body, no one can do anything to him within the range of movement of the chains.

In the final analysis, he is a cash cow created by the company, as long as he can make money, the company is willing to be used to it.

Shen Mo asked the makeup artist to put on a light makeup. The makeup artist is often used. Every time there is an event, this makeup artist should be familiar with him. There will be a cold face, and the whole body is full of cold air.

Before entering the arena, Shen Mo had a gentle smile on his face.

A man in a white shirt and black trousers, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his hair combed back meticulously, fair skin, delicate eyebrows and eyes, clear and elegant.

A man who writes Tanmei novels looks no worse than any traffic niche. He is an invisible rich second generation. He lives in a luxury house and drives a luxury car.

Shen Mo said hello to the fans, and there was a burst of shouts. It was obviously something in the book circle, but it was like a star chasing scene.

Shen Mo smiled on his face, but there was no emotion in his eyes. He didn't know whether the group of girls liked the perfect persona created for him by the company, or him.

If one day the prosperity fades away and he returns to his original self, will these people still stand here and call his name?

Shen Mo began to sign his new book, and every time he finished signing a book, he would look up and nod and smile at others.

The little girl met Shen Mo's smile, pinched her companion's hand shyly and kept shouting.

The weather in early summer is already very hot. The rain that fell yesterday did not lower the temperature much, and today it is a few degrees hotter. Although the air conditioner is turned on in the hall, it may be that there are too many people, and the air is stagnant and a little more stuffy. .

Shen Mo's white fingertips climbed up to the neckline and unbuttoned it, causing a small commotion in the room.

After one book was signed, the other book was placed on the table in front of him. His retracted hand was well knit, and there was a black and white ring on his index finger.

It's a man's hand.

Although the ones who like Shen Mo are all girls, there are not no male fans, and of course there are some who come with their girlfriends.

With a quick glance, the hand has been withdrawn.

When Shen Mo's eyes fell on the book in front of him, he was stunned for a moment. Today is his new book signing event, and all the people who came brought his new books, and the book in front of him is the one he used at the beginning. The first book under Shen Mo's name - "Fluff".

This novel was signed by Shen Mo at the time, and it didn't cause much splash. Many of his fans today don't know about this novel.

And this book looks like it was many years ago, the pages are yellowed, and the corners of the book are damaged and pasted with transparent glue. It seems that it has been read many times and is extremely cherished.

It was rare for Shen Mo to feel some curiosity, so he raised his eyes and looked over.

The black clothes and pants look familiar...

Further up, a black mask covers the lower half of the face, and a black hat and sunglasses cover the upper half of the face.

……

The pen in Shen Mo's hand tapped lightly on the table twice, very good, it was the mentally handicapped guy who asked for a free gun.

The appearance of the male fans also made the girls present curious, and they all looked over. After all, they are rare male fans, and it is rare to see them.

Shen Mo didn't say much, and smiled at him like an ordinary fan, then opened the book cover and planned to sign it for him.

On the page of the book, there are two large characters flying like dragons and phoenixes: Shen Mo.

The degree of scribbling can imagine how perfunctory the person who wrote these two words was.

Shen Mo's hand stopped, his brows were slightly frowned, and his heart skipped a beat.

The writing on the book is his, even if it is scribbled, Shen Mo can still recognize that it is his own writing.

But for so many years, he has never signed any of the novels of "Flavour", after all, there were not many published in the year.

No.

He also signed one.

It was his own.

"Come on, sign your name." The young man threw the book on the table, and after wandering somewhere for a long time, he was sweating profusely and panting, leaning on the table and dragging [-] million.

"Get lost." Shen Mo sent him a word.

Later, why did you sign it?

The little boy steamed a pot of half-baked rice with sausages, and Shen Mo, who was extremely hungry, signed it and got a bowl of rice with a poached egg in exchange.

That was the first time Shen Mo signed his book, and the kid said it might be the last time, because he would never be popular in his life.

Why didn't he kick out this little brat who lived for free and had intermittent seizures?

Thinking about it now, Shen Mo felt that he was really a good person.

But in a blink of an eye, his slender hands rested on the table in front of Shen Mo, someone bent over, and the faint fragrance rushed into his breath again.

Shen Mo raised his head slowly, his face didn't show, but his heart skipped a beat, he seemed to remember where he had smelled this fragrance.

The person in front of him took off his hat and sunglasses in front of him, a few strands of black hair scattered randomly on his forehead, his black eyes were half-closed, and the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, provocative with pride.

these eyes...

"Brother, look at my eyes, don't they look pretty?"

"dont see."

"take a look."

"Go away."

"Just take a look, just take a look."

……

Shen Mo threw the pen on the table. He hadn't seen him for five years. He forgot how bad this little brat was, and he was deliberately punishing him in the elevator just now.

The man raised his hand and took off the black mask on his face, raised the corners of his lips at him, and said in a subtle tone, "Brother, do you still remember me?"

Shen Mo met those provocative eyes, and felt that his whole body was suddenly filled with a sense of powerlessness, causing a headache.

Suddenly there were violent screams all around.

"Xie Heng, it's Xie Heng."

"Ah, it's Xie Heng, it's really him..."

"Xie Heng, Xie Heng..."

……

Shen Mo leaned against the table with his arms folded and looked at the people on the stage who were promoting his new book.

Xie Heng, male, 23 years old, made his debut abroad as a singer and dancer. Because of his handsome appearance, solid dance skills and unique voice, he became popular in a certain country. He began to return to China half a year ago to develop. He has attracted countless fans as soon as he returned to China. A new traffic idol.

These are all information that can be found on the Internet, and everyone knows it.

But there is one thing that others don't know.

Xie Heng is the man Shen Mo slept with once when he was 24 years old.

No, it should be said that it was the boy Shen Mo slept with.

That year, Xie Hengcai.

The boy back then has grown into an adult, his stature seems to be much taller and stronger, his eyebrows and eyes are still handsome, and the immaturity and hostility of that year are also concealed by a bit of maturity, but that innate Madness is still the same as before.

The agent walked up to Shen Mo, "Xie Heng has been in the limelight recently, cherish this opportunity." Xie Heng had already had countless fans in China when he was abroad, and his development in China was also very prosperous. It is always at the top of each music software list.

But his perverse personality is also well-known. He doesn't have a brokerage company and has been working alone. It is very difficult to find him to attend the event. This time he took the initiative to find him.

In the agent's mind, Shen Mo took advantage of this time.

The expressions on the faces of the people on the stage were extremely indifferent, while the audience below the stage cheered, the two formed a sharp contrast.

Xie Heng's indifference is as famous as Xie Heng's good looks, but those little girls just love the [-] insolent look he pulled to the extreme.

The people on the stage suddenly turned their heads, and their eyes seemed to fall on Shen Mo's face across thousands of rivers and mountains.

Touching Xie Heng's gaze, Shen Mo moved his body uncomfortably, touched his back and pressed down gently on his waist, just like arthritis in rainy days, Shen Mo saw this person on the stage, and his back hurt is especially powerful.

The young man had no skills, didn't know how to restrain himself, and ran amok. The first time in his life caused him pain for half a month. Since then, when Shen Mo thinks about it, he feels a certain pain.

Shen Mo called it traumatic sequelae.

At this time, it is the traumatic sequelae.