regret after teasing

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Mr. Zhao, who was rejected by Shen Mo, lost interest in eating and left early. When he walked out of the hotel, he happened to see Shen Mo's car leaving.

Mr. Zhao's triangular eyes narrowed for a moment. To be honest, he just likes Shen Mo's personality, which is good enough.

"Mr. Zhao, if you like it, just go straight to it, but you are just a small writer, so don't be so used to it." The secretary said.

"You don't understand." Mr. Zhao waved his hand, "That's what makes it interesting."

If he wants to go to bed, he can't get it with his fingers. Going to bed is easy, but conquering is more interesting.

Mr. Zhao stood at the entrance of the hotel and waited for the driver. After waiting for a while, the driver ran over out of breath, "Mr. Zhao, all four tires have been punctured, so I can't drive. I'll call a car for you, and I'll take you back first." Home, I'm waiting for the car repair company here."

"What's going on, how come all four tires were punctured." Mr. Zhao frowned displeased.

"Maybe it's a child's prank."

Mr. Zhao got into the car called by the driver, and after telling him the address, the car drove away from the hotel.

In the car, Mr. Zhao leaned on the back seat and closed his eyes to rest his mind. The man wearing a mask on the driver's seat glanced at him from the rearview mirror, turned the steering wheel and turned to another remote road.

Mr. Zhao didn't feel right. When he opened his eyes, it was dark outside, and the car door beside him had been opened. The tall man wearing a mask dragged him out. Things were stuffed into his mouth, his head was covered, and his eyes were dark.

Mr. Zhao kept whining, but he couldn't make a sound, and the next thing was punching and kicking.

A man in black, black hat and black sunglasses came from the depths of the alley, and stepped on Mr. Zhao's right hand, which caused Mr. Zhao to almost twitch in pain.

In the end, the man squatted beside Mr. Zhao and stuffed a business card into his hand.

The sound of footsteps went away, Mr. Zhao finally broke free from the restraint, lifted the cover on his head, spat out the rag in his mouth, and wanted to call the police in a frenzy, but his hands paused when he saw the name on the business card.

Huo Qingxing.

The hollowed-out business card with gold edge is definitely not a business card casually scattered on the street, but it is something that no matter how many people squeeze their heads, they can't get it.

When did he offend the Huo family?

At the barbecue stand in June, there was a mouth-watering smell of meat, and Sang Yi held the skewers in one hand and the phone in the other, "Hey, young master, I'm Sang Yi, the second young master hit someone just now, and I'm keeping you business card, I'll send the address to your phone."

As soon as Sang Yi hung up the phone, he was kicked mercilessly on the leg.

"Second Young Master, why are you kicking me?" Sang Yi stared.

"Should you try calling again?" Xie Heng picked up a can of beer and drank half of it in one go.

"Alright, don't shout, don't shout." Sang Yi hurriedly begged for mercy, "Huo Qingxing, Huo Qingxing."

"I said Second Young Master..."

Seeing Xie Heng's cold eyes, Sang Yi hurriedly changed his words, "Heng Shao, is Heng Shao okay? You don't think that Zhao is so stupid as to call the police?"

Xie Heng stretched out his legs and gnawed on the skewers lazily, "It's better to report it, find something for Huo Qingxing to do, he's disgusting."

"Don't mention him." Sang Yi stretched, "Where do you live tonight, I'll take you back."

Hearing this, Xie Heng scratched his neck and asked nonchalantly, "Where do you live?"

"It doesn't matter where I live." Sang Yi suddenly became vigilant, "You just need to decide where you live. You can't go back to your house for the time being. Your father's people are blocking you 24 hours a day."

Xie Heng put a meat skewer in front of Sang Yi, "How about... I go to your place to make a living for a few days?"

"Ha...haha..." Sang Yi laughed dryly, "I live with my girlfriend, it's not suitable for you to go..."

"Am I your boss?" Xie Hengni asked.

"Yes, even though you have no money to pay me now, you are still my boss, but...the country doesn't stipulate that employees are responsible for the boss's accommodation..." Sang Yi's gloomy gaze on Xie Heng's voice became more and more serious. smaller.

"To be honest, Heng Shao, my place is too small, you must not be used to it." Sang Yi finally found an excuse and followed this ancestor.

"Then what should we do now?" Xie Heng stretched his legs, took out a cigarette from his pocket and drank it.

"I'll use my friend's ID card to open a room for you first, and you can stay for a few days." Sang Yi said.

Neither he nor Xie Heng's ID cards could be used, otherwise they would be arrested in minutes.

"I don't want to stay in a hotel." Xie Heng frowned.

"Isn't there no way now, you can't go back to live in the newly bought house, and you have no money to buy another one..." Sang Yi saw that Xie Heng was going to blow his hair, and hurriedly added, "I'll take a look in a few days Let me rent a set for you, and as for the boss, you... it's time to go out and make some money... won't you be rich if you take on a variety show or something?"

Xie Heng sneered, "Will I be the kind of person who bends his waist for five buckets of rice?"

Sang Yi gave him a thumbs up, the boss is really a man.

Shen Mo didn't sleep well that night and had dreams all night.

Dreaming of that fiery midnight long ago, with the sound of wind, thunder and rain.

With a low and hoarse voice unique to teenagers, "Brother..."

Stunning face, fiery body, burning eyes...

And the young man's lean and tight waist...

When Shen Mo woke up the next day, he lay on the bed without moving for a long time, then got up and tore off the sheet and quilt cover and threw it into the washing machine.

Looking at the time, it was almost ten o'clock. It was a little late for breakfast and a little early for lunch.

Shen Mo ordered two takeaway dishes first, then took out the sausage from the refrigerator, opened it, cut some and put them in the rice cooker, and started to stuff the rice.

While waiting for the takeaway, Shen Zhiyu called. As soon as he answered the phone, an excited voice came from the other side, "Brother, Xie Heng went to your new book signing yesterday? I saw the hot search."

"En." Hearing the word Xie Heng, Shen Mo felt a little headache.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh..." Shen Zhiyu's uncontrollable screams were heard over there.

Shen Mo held the phone away from his ear, and when he calmed down, he said: "You control your emotions, the doctor said you can't be overjoyed and sad."

"I know, I know..." Shen Zhiyu was still very excited, "Brother, can you get my autograph for me..."

"I can help you sign it." Shen Mo said, "It's just two words, and my writing is definitely better than his writing." As for Xie Heng's dog-like writing, it's not embarrassing enough to show it.

"Oh..." Shen Zhiyu coquettishly said, "Brother, why are you doing this? What I want is Xie Heng's autograph."

Shen Mo was helpless, "I'll ask for it for you next time I see him."

After comforting Shen Zhiyu, Shen Mo turned on his phone and looked at the news. Sure enough, the fact that Xie Heng appeared at Shen Mo's new book signing event became a hot search.

Although it was a hot search about Shen Mo's new book, it was all about Xie Heng.

And the comment section is noisy.

Fans who like Xie Heng are crazy about him, and they are devoted to him. Those who don't like him are extremely disgusted, because he is too real, so real that he doesn't bother to please anyone, including capital and fans.

Those who like him love his wild and dazzling, and those who don't like him also hate his wild and dazzling.

Xie Heng's Weibo profile is: You are so wide, have you eaten your rice?

This shows his flamboyant temperament.

Wherever Xie Heng went, there was bound to be a wave of scolding,

It is said that fans follow the true master, Xie Heng's fans have always been strong in fighting, and they are also very united and cohesive.

Shen Mo looked at it for a while and shook his head, but he didn't think there was any surprise, which is very Xie Heng.

Shen Mo waited for the takeaway to arrive, then turned on the rice cooker, and the smell that hit his face made him stunned.

The scent of rice is mixed with the unique and attractive aroma of sausage, and this taste is very familiar.

Shen Mo felt that he must have had an illusion, so he picked up a piece with chopsticks and tasted it.

The taste of sausage and sausage is different. During the Chinese New Year, the taste of sausage will not be repeated in any restaurant. The sausage made with different ingredients has different taste, so sometimes you will never forget a certain taste. no.

When Shen Mo was penniless and desperate, he couldn't afford the utility bills of the second-hand bookstore.

The man who lived and ate at his place for more than half a month came back one day with a bag of sausages and 500 yuan to pay his utility bills.

So for the next half a month, I steamed rice with sausage every day.

The two were wearing loose t-shirts and shorts, squatting in front of the dilapidated second-hand bookstore with bowls in their hands, watching the people coming and going at the opposite bus station.

The boy said while eating: "I think you will never be popular for writing books."

Shen Mo really didn't bother to talk to him at that time.

The people here are really talkative and restless, they can't rest for a moment, jump up and down, and go out to fight and make trouble from time to time, offending the ruffians around them over and over for more than half a month.

Those who were full threw away the bowls and chopsticks and rushed out again.

Shen Mo casually picked up the slippers next to him and threw them on his back, "Where are you going?"

The young man covered his waist and stared at him, "I'm not going out to make money, but squatting in the room and daydreaming like you?"

At that time, Shen Mo was only in his 20s. Being trampled on his self-esteem time and time again, he inevitably lost face and said coldly, "I'm happy to daydream, so take care of yourself."

After the boy said that, he regretted it. Seeing that Shen Mo was really annoyed, he leaned over to coax him, "Brother, I was wrong, I didn't mean it, don't worry, I can make money to support you."

The author has something to say: Xie Heng: Look at the surname He, he not only accepted my gift, he even ate it.

He Ji: ...I really want to curse...

感谢在2020-06-0714:16:48~2020-06-1016:54:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 40 bottles of Moqin; 3 bottles of Xun'an;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!