regret after teasing

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Although the people on the stage had a pale face, they spared no effort in promoting Shen Mo's new book, and they also spoke clearly about the plot of the new book. Obviously, he had indeed read the book.

Finally, Xie Heng ended the activity for Shen Mo's new book with a song.

Shen Mo came to the stage to interact with readers, with a moist smile on his face, and answered readers' questions patiently and gently.

Xie Heng clicked his tongue.

Is this person such a good temper?

Why didn't I feel it before.

What was Shen Mo like five years ago?

Cold, arrogant, always looks lazy when looking at people, and has a vicious tongue, merciless when scolding him, but he has a good skin, every time Xie Heng is embarrassed, he is not willing to scold him back.

Five years have passed, this man is already 29 years old, his appearance doesn't seem to have changed, only the lazy energy in his body seems to only increase, and it's even more confusing.

Because of Xie Heng's arrival, Shen Mo's autograph session was extremely successful.

Shen Mo has been busy signing autographs and has no time to take care of other things. By the time the autograph session is over, Xie Heng has disappeared.

This person came and went in a hurry, Shen Mo thought he was hallucinating.

There is a dinner party after the signing party. Shen Mo doesn't like this kind of occasion, but no matter how capable he is, it is just a kite in the hands of others. A kite tied with an iron chain seems to fly freely. can compromise.

Shen Mo intends to toast and leave with an excuse.

When going upstairs, Shen Mo asked the manager, "Where is Xie Heng?"

"I seem to have left just now." The manager didn't see this person either, after all, Xie Henglai has no contract and no remuneration, so he can come and go freely.

Shen Mo was almost sure that Xie Heng came after him this time.

No matter what, he and Xie Heng can be regarded as roommates who lived together for three months, and more recently they can be regarded as friends. Although the word "friends" changed in the end and became a one-night stand, the sharing weal and woe at the beginning was true, and Xie Heng This time, I came to the platform specially for him, so I can't turn my back on anyone.

But Shen Mo couldn't contact him at this time, and he couldn't find anyone if he wanted to.

"Treat Mr. Zhao with a better face later." The manager was worried about Shen Mo, and told him, "Be patient and let it go."

Shen Mo didn't speak.

The manager said that Zhao is always the boss of the partner, and he has been interested in Shen Mo for a long time.

At the dinner table, Mr. Zhao was still enthusiastic towards Shen Mo, and kept persuading him to eat and drink. Everyone at the dinner table could see Sima Zhao's heart.

Just when Mr. Zhao's hand was about to cover Shen Mo's, Shen Mo saw the timing and got up with a wine glass, "Mr. Zhao, I toast you."

When Shen Mo toasted him, Mr. Zhao smiled very happily. He picked up the wine glass and drank it down, not forgetting to care about Shen Mo, "If you can't drink, just make fun of it."

Shen Mo really took a sip and put down the cup, "Mr. Zhao, I still have something to do, let's go first, you guys have fun."

As soon as Shen Mo said his farewell, everyone in the room was stunned for a moment, and the manager tugged on Shen Mo's sleeve with a bad face.

Shen Mo ignored everyone's thoughts, nodded to Mr. Zhao, turned around and walked out of the private room.

Mr. Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly, got up and followed out.

"Shen Mo." Mr. Zhao called out.

Shen Mo stopped, turned around, and frowned almost invisibly, "Mr. Zhao, do you have anything else to do?"

"Are you free tonight? I have a script I want to talk to you about."

"I'm writing a new book recently, and I don't have time to take on the script. Mr. Zhao should hire someone else." Shen Mo directly refused.

"No hurry, you can think about it." Mr. Zhao seemed accustomed to Shen Mo's cold attitude and didn't care much.

"If Mr. Zhao has nothing else to do, I'll leave first." Shen Mo turned around to leave, but someone grabbed his hand and stuffed a card, and said in an ambiguous tone, "Let's talk tonight."

Shen Mo narrowed his eyes for a moment, flashing a flash of gloom, but luckily his mind was still there, so he quickly withdrew his hand, and the room card fell from his unclasped hand and fell to the ground with a slight sound.

Shen Mo stepped forward without saying a word, and when he turned a corner, he met a pair of deep eyes.

Shen Mo paused, Xie Heng quickly suppressed the gloom on his face, and smiled with his lips curled up, "What a coincidence."

Coincidence?

Shen Mo passed him into the bathroom next to him.

Xie Heng took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and bit it in his mouth. From his angle, he could see Mr. Zhao standing not far away.

With a slightly chubby figure, a head that is about to bald, and small eyes that are narrowed, do you still want to tease Shen Mo with this honor?

Doesn't he know that Shen Mo is a veritable face dog?

He Ji's kind of pretty little meat might still make Shen Mo take a second look, but this guy surnamed Zhao didn't know where he got such a big face.

Xie Heng picked up his mobile phone and made a call. After hanging up, Xie Heng also walked into the bathroom.

Shen Mo was standing in front of the sink washing his hands.

Seeing Xie Heng coming in from the mirror, Shen Mo said, "Long time no see."

"Long time? Only five years." Xie Heng leaned against the wall, holding a cigarette between his fingers.

Xie Heng used to smoke occasionally. When he smokes, he likes to squat down and take a sip with his thumb and forefinger. He looks like a five or sixty-year-old uncle smoking. Shen Mo even laughed at him because of this.

At this time, Xie Heng's smoking movements were full of wildness and unruliness.

"It's changed a lot." Shen Mo said.

He was no longer the boy who sat at his door and looked at him pitifully and said, "Brother, can you take me in for a night?"

changed?

Xie Heng raised his eyebrows noncommittally, "Has it changed? I don't think there is any difference. You haven't changed, you are still very young."

Shen Mo: "..." In the past, Xie Heng made jokes about his age. Shen Mo didn't think there was anything wrong with it. After all, 24 years old was considered young at that time, rather than being young was naive. Now, Shen Mo is no longer young. Very accurate.

Indeed, as he said, it hasn't changed much, the tension in his bones has only been restrained a bit, and it hasn't faded away, and it is still extremely sharp when he barks his teeth and claws.

Shen Mo who was stabbed silently took out a bottle of disinfectant hand sanitizer from his pocket and poured some on his hands, then rubbed it carefully, especially the place that Mr. Zhao touched just now.

Those hands were slender and fair, with distinct joints, and slowly overlapped with the hands in memory. As time passed, Shen Mo's hands were still beautiful.

Xie Heng's throat moved, and he took a deep drag on the cigarette.

After Shen Mo washed his hands, he took out a tissue and wiped them clean before turning around and leaning on the washstand to look at Xie Heng.

The two looked at each other.

Xie Heng couldn't hold back, "That person just now..."

"The boss of the partner party has his eyes on me." Shen Mo said bluntly.

Xie Heng tightened his hands suddenly, and his slightly drooping eyes were full of cruelty, wishing he could go out and skin that cramped Zhao right now.

Compromise?Involuntary?

Even knowing this, Xie Heng was still sore in his heart, he couldn't hold it back after all, walked over directly, picked up the bottle of disinfectant hand sanitizer and poured it all on Shen Mo's hands.

This old man who provokes everywhere.

The few years he was away must have been romantic and happy. He often wore a white shirt and showed his long legs to seduce others.

And these hands, when fondling people...

Xie Heng's throat rolled quickly, and he gritted his teeth even more.

Shen Mo looked at the hand sanitizer in his hand, wondering why Xie Heng had a sudden seizure, and then said after a while, "Small bottle of hand sanitizer, free shipping for three bottles, 18 yuan, one bottle should be... six yuan and twenty-six cents, Count you six dollars and two."

With a cold face, Xie Heng took out ten yuan from his pocket and patted it there.

After finally washing his hands, Shen Mo turned to face Xie Heng, glanced at him and suddenly raised his hand.

A white hand passed before his eyes, Xie Heng blinked his eyes, and then felt a coolness on his face, mixed with a faint fragrance, and closed his eyes reflexively.

He was slapped in the face by Shen Mo, and the cigarette was also taken away from his mouth.

Shen Mo put the cigarette out and threw it into the trash can, "I said that I hate other people's smoking." After speaking, he picked up the ten yuan on the sink and stuffed it into his pocket, and walked out of the bathroom.

Xie Heng couldn't stand still, leaning back against the wall, he felt that half of his body was numb.

After a long time, he wiped his face and let out a slow breath.

After so many years, this old man is still so fucking good at teasing.

And he, like that year, couldn't bear to be teased.

Xie Heng took a while to chase after him.

Shen Mo seemed to know that he would chase him out, so he walked very slowly.

When the phone rang, Shen Mo took it out of his pocket and looked, it was an unfamiliar number.

"This is my phone number, save it."

"How do you know my mobile phone number?" Shen Mo was a little puzzled.

"If you want to know, you will know." Xie Heng gritted his teeth and muttered in a low voice, "It's not like some people who unilaterally broke contact."

"What did you say?" Shen Mo asked without hearing clearly.

"It's nothing." Xie Heng waved his hand, turned around to leave, walked a few steps, stopped again, turned his back to Shen Mo and said, "Brother, I said I would come to you." He fulfilled his original promise.

Shen Mo looked at Xie Heng's leaving back, and his eyes fell on his waist covered by the sweater.

Back then, he coveted the boy's tight waistline, so he acted impulsively.

After a night of cloud and rain, Xie Heng left, put his hands on his side, and vowed, "Brother, I will come back to find you."

At that time, Shen Mo was lying on the bed, wishing he could slap this unskilled kid, hoping that he would never see him again.

After all, the technology is so poor, and it is too different from what he wrote in his novels. The difference between the seller's show and the buyer's show is simply worlds apart.

He thought it was just a boy's impulsive words, but he didn't expect that five years later, he still remembered it.

The author has something to say: Xie Heng: I was only eighteen years old...

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