The King's Altar

The gossip news on TV continued, and when the boss was away, Chen Yuejin and Feng Qu enjoyed watching melon seeds with their feet up.An entertainment channel listed gossip from the past to summarize the grievances and grievances between the big star and the CEO. Luo Mo kept his mouth shut and had no self-cultivation. Even the CEO who dominated his life and death could not escape the poison. , for a while, the president will always be a high profile adult who does not remember the villain's past, but Luo Mosheng is like a mad dog biting someone's face, so exciting!

Yuan Mingqing came and went, Feng Qu smiled gloatingly, imitating Bei Le's tone and said: "Xiao Ming, you want to pick up corn after holding watermelon?"

Yuan Mingqing was a little out of breath, walked in the direction of the stairs after entering the door, slowed down when he heard Feng Qu's words, stood at the stairs to take a breath, put his hands behind his back to make a leisurely look, and replied with a smile: "That's not okay."

Belle had no money to eat, and danced alone in the house, without turning on the lights, pulling up the thick curtains, and playing a slow tune with Indian charm on the old gramophone.He put his hands in his trouser pockets, tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes to listen to the tune, walking the simplest and slowest blues dance steps in a lonely way, full of self-pity and self-harming daffodil posture.

Yuan Mingqing still used a card to pry open the door lock, entered the house grandly and closed the door, without saying a word, first smiled gently and became an innocent idiot - unfortunately no one appreciated it, Bei Le didn't open his eyes when he heard the movement, Still pretending to pace.

"Oh, boss, are you so interested? Shall I dance with you?" Yuan Mingqing laughed for a while and ignored him. He stepped forward, hugged Bei Le from behind, and said softly, "I took a taxi and went to a few flower shops." There were no roses in the store, but I heard that a rich man picked up girls and bought all the roses in a radius of ten miles."

"How do you know I'm going to buy flowers? Did Feng Qu tip you off?" Bei Le turned his heels and danced in a steady manner, "Stop calling me the boss, who will show me the little ones? This shop is originally a brother shop, Half of yours, take what you like."

"Too bad, husband and wife became brothers in an instant." Yuan Mingqing joked.

Belle discussed with him calmly: "How about slapping your ears?"

Yuan Mingqing changed his words in time: "Brothers, brothers, whatever the Lord says."

Belle spun around calmly, "It's rare that you care so much about others. Does your new lover like my custom-made key chain?"

Yuan Mingqing followed his dance steps and explained: "I thought it was just an ordinary product. I don't know if it was custom-made by you. Otherwise, no matter how cheap your hands are, I dare not take what you like."

"Okay, give it back to me." Belle said deliberately, "The badge is made of sterling silver, inlaid with crystals and mother-of-pearl. It is not only expensive, but also handmade. It needs to be made to order two months in advance."

"I'll order another one for you, made of platinum and embedded with diamonds, okay?"

Bei Le opened his eyes and sneered: "Forget it, I planned to give you a birthday present."

Yuan Mingqing was taken aback for a moment, smiled apologetically, and remained silent.

One song ended, another one changed, Bei Le squeezed Yuan Mingqing's wrist, suddenly turned around and clasped his waist, involuntarily posing in the pose of a gigolo.

Yuan Ming was at a disadvantage for the time being, and was temporarily in a weak position. He could bend and stretch and put his arms around the other's shoulders, following the same steps.

The two are about the same height, with the tips of their noses pointing to each other. Bei Le said unhurriedly: "Mo Sheng still doesn't have a brain. Him, how else would he mess around..."

"Huh? Why do you think of him?" Yuan Mingqing was a little flustered: Bei Le didn't take the initiative to mention that person for many years.

"When you see the news about him, think about it." Belle didn't have any expression on his face: "He is the simplest person I've ever seen, no matter how hysterical and irritable, he never lost his temper with me and said a bad word about me. .According to this reasoning, he and the CEO really don't look like a couple, don't you think?"

Yuan Mingqing broke out in a cold sweat, and asked nonchalantly, "Ask me? How do I know?"

"How do you feel?"

"It's not good to speculate on others."

Belle moved his hand on his back, "Sweating? It's not hot here."

"I rushed here, I'm in a hurry." Yuan Mingqing was calm and composed.

One asked aggressively, and the other answered impeccably. In the end, Belle raised the corner of his mouth in an unpredictable manner, and threw out four words: "You are smart."

Yuan Mingqing was startled, and took a step back to end the dance ahead of time, "Bei Le, if you have something to say, just say it."

Bei Le went to the table and turned off the phonograph. After pondering for a moment, he said, "I'm tired of being tormented by you. I made up my mind to be celibate for the rest of my life. It will cost you my life. But today I changed my mind. I'll give you two choices. One, I'm not happy, Get rid of my new lover. Two, let's not be ambiguous from now on, and be brothers cleanly."

"Hey, you and I are so clean that we can't be any more clean."

Belle raised his chin: "You know what I mean."

"I don't know." Yuan Mingqing shrugged: "My lord, don't be too stingy, I didn't care about you when you saw one and loved the other. So jealous..."

"You didn't care about me, and you weren't jealous," Bei Leyang slapped him with his hand, "You know that I love each other when I see one, and you still bring them to your bed one by one? Beast."

The slap was floating and not forceful, Yuan Mingqing slapped his neck and argued, "I didn't move Luo Mosheng."

"Yes, he is the first one, and you don't know how to deal with it yet." Belle stared into his eyes, and said with a half-smile in a brisk and inexplicably gloomy tone: "But you also won."

Yuan Mingqing was stared into hair all over, lowered his eyes, pretended to be badly injured, and covered half of his face that was beaten, "Let me, think about it."

Bei Le nodded: "Think carefully, choose one, and be honest with me. Choose the second..." He changed his tone and said harshly: "Warning you, I will be nice to others in the future, if you make trouble for me, don't blame me Turn your face and forget your old love! Get out!"

Yuan Mingqing Luohualiushui rolled out of the bedroom, wiped his sweat with a long sigh, not knowing what to do.

Ever since he was ready to be single, Bei Le fell in love with himself, and became more and more narcissistic. Generally, he would not spend more energy on looking at others or thinking about things that had nothing to do with him. If you lose your temper, you won't lose your temper easily, but when you lose your temper, you will be afraid of ghosts, and the insidious Emperor Ding Ding is no match.

Downstairs, the entertainment news ended, and the lottery drawing began. Chen Yuejin got nothing, and couldn't help feeling sad: "My luck is getting worse and worse, and I didn't even win ten yuan!"

Feng Qu pulled a stack of lottery tickets in his hand, shredded them one by one in front of him, and read one by one: "The six yuan is gone, the 38 yuan is gone, the 66 yuan is gone, the 120 yuan is gone." It's..."

Chen Yuejin covered his ears: "Don't look at it, don't look at it."

Feng Ququan tore it clean, threw it into the trash can, and persuaded earnestly: "Yuejin, I beg you to have some self-control..."

Chen Yuejin covered his eyes: "Don't listen, don't listen."

"Shut your sister!" Feng Qu turned his face serious, and shouted violently: "Put your hands down!"

Chen Yuejin obediently put his hands down on his knees, and complained sadly: "It's all because you don't care about my salary."

Feng Qu had a headache, "What obligation do I have to take care of you?"

Chen Yuejin took out a few banknotes, "Cricketer, there are only [-] left from the salary I just paid, help me look at it."

Feng Qu lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and turned his head: "The dog will show you the money, learn to figure out how to spend 500 yuan for a month."

Chen Yuejin replied: "I can't live."

"Can't live to die."

Chen Yuejin stood up: "Anyway, I can't live, so I might as well spend it all."

"Come back!" Feng Qu vomited three liters of blood, grabbed the poor banknotes and stuffed them into his pockets.

Chen Yuejin tried his best to nest into his arms like a bear, and said shyly with a red face, "It's good to be here soon~"

The veins on Feng Qu's forehead swelled violently: "Die!"

Jiang Zhaowei came back from outside with a fresh rose.Yuan Mingqing went downstairs and saw it, and was slightly surprised: "Where did you get the roses?"

Jiang Zhaowei didn't even think about it: "I bought it."

"Which flower shop?" Yuan Mingqing asked the bottom line.

Jiang Zhaowei guarded the roses vigilantly, and ran upstairs: "I won't tell you!"

Bei Le got the roses as he wished, but he didn't know they were dug out from the garbage dump. He regarded them as treasures, biting the petals and looking at himself, while scorning Yuan Mingqing: I don't even have the intention to buy a rose for me. The shameless excuse of not being able to buy roses in a radius of ten miles is to deceive people.hateful!How amazing is it to play the piano?I'm obviously much more handsome than Slope!What a fucking kid!

But it doesn't matter, depression is depression, and it still doesn't affect Lord Baylor's relationship with him.After buying a pair of Republic-style army trousers last time, Belle bought warlord-style military boots, military caps and military jackets in one go. In addition, in order to harmonize the background with himself, he specially ordered a set of old-fashioned rattan chairs And a screen full of peach blossoms, the cost is huge.

Belle held a rose, lying on the long rattan chair like a mermaid, closing his eyes and resting his mind. From time to time, he glanced at himself printed on the floor-to-ceiling glass window, feeling deeply satisfied—if the computers and employees behind him could be removed, it would be more artistic up!

Jiang Zhaowei appeared from behind the backrest, got his head into the rattan chair, lifted up the hem of Bei Le's coat, and bit the opponent's waist.

Belle was startled, and chuckled lightly: "Be careful, I'll kick you away."

Jiang Zhaowei smirked, pouted and licked the shallow teeth marks, and then kissed again.

Belle was itchy, and twisted his waist, "I really want to kick you away!"

Jiang Zhaowei continued to fight, flattering illogically: "Master Belle, you are so handsome, you have to be a teacher when you are fighting!"

Belle sniffed the roses and nodded approvingly, "That's for sure."

Jiang Zhaowei immediately changed his address: "Master, you just follow me."

This time, Bei Le didn't refuse outright. He recalled the answer Yuan Mingqing gave him, and he hesitated to draw the end: "Let me, think about it..."

"What?" Jiang Zhaowei tugged on the cane, his eyes nearly popped out of his sockets, "Really, really? Teacher, are you kidding me?"

Bei Le got up and tightened his coat, lit a cigarette elegantly in the mirror, kept smiling maliciously, and emphasized: "I'm not joking." You can't act rashly without thinking clearly about how to fuck this cheap boy to death. Damn, if he can't chew like Yuan Mingqing, it won't be fun to make a mess of both sides.

Chen Yuejin watched from the sidelines until he was turned into charcoal by the thunder, and asked tremblingly, "Cricket, did you hear that?"

Feng Qu responded indifferently: "Yes."

"Master Belle is about to be seduced by Zhao Wei to the road of no return for homosexuality!"

"Hmm." Feng Qu said with a cold face: "Not your sister!"

Chen Yuejin shook Feng Qu's arm, and tentatively said: "It's not easy! Cricket, homosexuality is not very far away~"

Feng Qu still said the same word: "Yeah." Secretly complained: Bei Le, look at you being a bitch and setting up a memorial archway, and you have deceived these two idiots!

Seeing Feng Qu's expressionless face, Chen Yuejin shuddered when he thought of his attitude towards Jiang Zhaowei like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, and dared not bring up the topic of "homosexuality" again, for fear of offending the other party.

"Sincere sincerity is like gold and stone, it's heaven-shattering—" Jiang Zhaowei wept with joy, and was about to jump up and down again, "Leap forward, quickly help me pull out my head!"

"Here we come!"

"...Oh, I'm going to die! My head!"

"This...why can't you pull it out?"

"Why, how could this happen? Use more force!"

Chen Yuejin stepped up: "One two..."

Jiang Zhaowei screamed: "Oh--"

Chen Yuejin was not discouraged: "One or two..."

Jiang Zhaowei wailed: "Help—"

Chen Yuejin stroked his head, trying to make it smaller: "Come on, one or two—"

Kacha... Jiang Zhaowei's head came out, and the expensive and fragile rattan chair broke.

Bei Le choked, and gritted his teeth: "Mom, you're such a bad boy..."