The King's Altar

A basketball hoop was installed on the back of the Li family’s house, and Li Tanghuang practiced shooting under the hoop by himself. He has been grounded for the past two days, and he is not allowed to surf the Internet or make phone calls. He can only entertain himself.

Luo Mosheng brought three people and discussed in the room for most of the day. At dusk, he sneaked out from the back door and hurried out. When he passed by Li Tanghuang, he kissed him on the head affectionately.

Li Tanghuang secretly glanced at the group of people dissatisfied, and as soon as his eyes made contact with the person walking at the end, he immediately bared his teeth reflexively, and secretly gave a middle finger.

That person is the drummer of Luo Mosheng's band, named Ruan Nuonuo, with a small white face, high nose bridge, red lips and white teeth, and a pair of phoenix eyes with protruding eyes. He is 1.8 meters tall, with a muscular body and well-proportioned muscles. He has a shaved head and wears a leather jacket full of studs and tattered jeans.

Bending down to pick up the basketball and twirling it in his hand, Ruan Nuonuo squinted at Li Tanghuang and asked in a low voice, "Why did you turn off the phone?"

"The mobile phone was confiscated." Li Tanghuang looked at Xia Guang from a distance, pretending not to know him.

"Why don't you go online?"

"Until this matter is resolved, my sister will not let me contact the outside world." Li Tanghuang knelt down to tie his shoelaces, deliberately not looking at him.

Ruan Nuonuo raised the corners of her mouth defiantly, "Then I'll settle this matter as soon as possible."

Li Tanghuang twisted his waist left and right to do gymnastics, and muttered, "You won't hurt my brother, will you?"

"Promise not," Ruan Nuonuo looked at Li Tanghuang, raised one hand, the ball drew a beautiful arc in the air, and got into the ball frame impartially, "But Brother Mo Sheng said, there is a chance Beat that person, don't be soft."

On a sunny morning, Bei Le was out of breath in his sleep, opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw Jiang Zhaowei's ugly sleeping face.The bastard's face was lying across his chest, the tip of his nose pressed against his collarbone, and he was snoring slightly.

Turning around with his arms around the brat's shoulders, he lightly placed the other's head firmly on the pillow, then took out a tissue to wipe the puddle of saliva on his chest, and laughed helplessly: "I really don't grow up!"

When Jiang Zhaowei went to have a haircut, he was encouraged by someone to dye his dull yellow hair. From the hairstyle to the color, it has nothing to do with the word "tide", and it is not ugly. Le felt that the mean boy looked more and more like that cute duck.Kissing Jiang Zhaowei on the forehead, he suddenly felt very happy. The cheap boy is neither handsome nor mature, and his psychopathic behavior is wretched. He is really useless, but it gives him unprecedented peace of mind.Simple lovers love each other simply, without crisis or trouble, making his whole heart soft and peaceful like never before.

Jiang Zhaowei kicked his legs like a dog cramping, he was awakened by himself, lazily closed his sleepy eyes, buried his face in Bei Le's shoulder, and hummed comfortably and long.

Bei Le scratched the back of the other party's neck, leaned forward and kissed lightly, "What did you dream about?"

"I missed the stairs."

"It's still growing." Belle took the camera next to the pillow and changed the angle to take a selfie.

Jiang Zhaowei turned his head and made a grimace: "How about fucking you once when I grow up to be as tall as you?"

"Give you a little sunshine and you will be brilliant. What else can you grow in your twenties?" Bei Le pressed his face back, "Besides, what does this have to do with being tall? You..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a rough knock on the door. Chen Yuejin yelled outside the door: "Boss! Get up quickly! There are many reporters outside our courtyard!"

Bei Le frowned, turned over and got up, lifted the corner of the curtain, and sure enough, he saw several interview vehicles parked outside the courtyard, and more than a dozen people carrying cameras and microphones were walking around outside the courtyard scatteredly.

"Damn it, where did that bastard die? He didn't care about my situation..." Belle complained, and opened the closet, "What are you wearing to leave the country? It's really worrying." ..."

Jiang Zhaowei hugged him happily and twisted, "Master Baylor! Can I go on TV?"

Belle took out a set of clothes and gestured to the mirror, "Go."

Jiang Zhaowei cheered, and hurriedly put on his clothes and pants, "Ask Qingqing, what can I say, and what can't I say?"

"What do you like to say?" Bei Le changed his clothes and gestured again, resentful in his heart: He doesn't care if it will catch fire on me, I still care about his death!

Jiang Zhaowei couldn't wait to open the door and ran out, "It's on TV!"

Belle shouted behind him: "Wash your face before going out on camera!"

How precious is an insider who knows everything and says everything!The paparazzi were ecstatic, and were moved to tears by this unwashed yellow-haired boy. Several microphones were all aimed at Jiang Zhaowei, asking questions one after another.

But within ten minutes, three or four more interview cars drove up, completely enclosing the gate of the King's Altar.Jiang Zhaowei has one answer, two answers, and two answers three, with some clear photos of Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties as gifts. Fan, just at the moment when he was eloquent, a person rushed up from behind and grabbed him by the back of the collar.

Jiang Zhaowei choked, shrank his neck, and looked back to see Feng Qu's livid face.

"You idiot!" After cursing this sentence, Feng Qu ignored the reporter, and dragged Jiang Zhaowei to the courtyard involuntarily.

Seeing that the insider was about to leave, the scene of the heated interview exploded in an instant. The reporters were in chaos and surrounded the two people excitedly to prevent them from leaving. The microphone and camera just missed their faces!

"Why? What did I say wrong?" Jiang Zhaowei danced and struggled, "Master Baylor agrees that I can say whatever I want!"

Feng Qu lowered his voice bitterly, "Soybean 384! Are you impatient?"

Jiang Zhaowei broke out in a cold sweat and woke up immediately. He grabbed Feng Qu hastily and panicked, and stumbled back: "Ah! I forgot!"

Helpless, how can the paparazzi of gossip news make him get what he wants?Noisily cut off his retreat, microphones blocked his sight in disorder, shutters sounded one after another, and all the reporters were arguing and yelling questions, making it difficult for people to tell the difference between east, west and north: "Excuse me! Is Mr. Yuan the owner of this store!" "May I ask if Mr. Yuan and Slop are living together now?" "Where is their address?" "Excuse me..."

"I don't know! I don't know!" Jiang Zhaowei hugged his head and face, scurrying around like headless flies.

Feng Qu squeezed for a long time without getting out of the encirclement, and finally became furious. He covered Jiang Zhaowei's head with one hand and hugged it into his arms, and the other hand held down a reporter's camera. !"

In an instant, the wind, sand and rocks were blowing away, and the hostility was gushing out. Before the paparazzi could figure out what was going on, they all shut up and scrambled to avoid it.

Jiang Zhaowei scrambled and ran back into the house, holding Feng Qu's arm: "Brother Feng Qu, what should we do?"

Feng Qu said in a vicious voice, "I'm making you pissed off! Is extreme joy begets sorrow?"

The more Jiang Zhaowei thought about it, the more frightened he became, his face turned pale in a daze, his eyes were out of focus, "I...I, I..."

Seeing that he was indeed afraid of regretting, Feng Qu softened his heart, put his arms around his shoulders, patted his face, and comforted him: "Your family probably won't watch that kind of brainless gossip entertainment."

Jiang Zhaowei was like a frightened bird, trembling and mumbling: "Really? You promise?"

"Who gave you a guarantee? I didn't ask you to show your face! You have no brains!" Feng laughed angrily, and slapped him on the buttocks lightly, "Things happened, and there is nothing to worry about." Use! Do what you should do!"

On the dark side of the room, Chen Yuejin, a tall man, huddled in a corner, watching the two men whispering and moving their hands and feet in a state of confusion - he didn't hear a word of whispering, but he could clearly see his hands and feet Chu!

Isn't Jiang Zhaowei also an "ex-boyfriend"?

He wiped away a tear from the corner of one eye, and a suspicious broken glass heart popped into his throat. In the past, no matter how Feng Qu fought with others, he was so pure and translucent, but now, no matter who Feng Qu had any physical contact with, in his eyes It's all about intimacy, as if just touching his hand, his Feng Qu will lose his virginity!

"Yo..." Zhe Xiong leaned on the bar with his chin propped up, and sighed, "Feng Qu is still so bad-tempered." There is a small pink apple-shaped TV on the bar, which is broadcasting live this morning's Loop".

Zhexiong didn't take off his red baseball cap in the store, he cosplays with Xiaozhi today - Pikachu is undoubtedly a poor waiter.

"Boss, the cabinets are full of your things. Where do you put the coffee beans that just came in?" The waiter was wearing a bulky yellow plush jumpsuit, holding a large box of coffee beans around.

"Pikachu, you shouldn't talk like that." Zhexiong remained motionless.

The waiter burst into tears and changed his words: "Bika, Bika Bika Bika..."

"Just put it away, I asked someone to make a new cabinet, and it will be delivered at noon."

"Bica!" The waiter nodded and stuffed the box under the bar. When he climbed out again, he had a colorful glass jar in his hand. "Boss, here you are."

"What?" Zhexiong stretched his neck.

"Colombian chocolate," the waiter pushed the jar towards him, "I went into the coffee beans and saw..."

Zhe Xiong saw the price tag and was angry: "Who told you to buy such expensive candy?"

"No, no, I bought it myself," the waiter shook his yellow tail, unscrewed the lid of the jar, took out a colorful heart-shaped candy and handed it to him: "Don't you love candies..."

Zhe Xiong was a little shy, and threw a Pokémon ball with all his strength, "Pikachu! Go in!"

"Ah Bika!" The waiter yelled in pain, covering his forehead that was sore from being smashed, and bent over hard to pick up the baby ball and put it in his pocket, smiling: "Bika Bika... Pikachu doesn't like to be treated In the ball."

The two were flirting, when the wooden door opened with a creak, and the waiter shouted enthusiastically without even raising his head, "Welcome..."

Zhe Xiong spat: "Ah, what's your business for a famous person to come to the shop?"

Yuan Mingqing closed the door with a smile, "I'm passing by to buy pastries."

"Just you? Where's the piano genius?"

Yuan Mingqing looked around and saw that there was no outsider in the store, so he took off his sunglasses, "It's still early, he hasn't woken up yet."

"Wonderful, news of the cohabitation spread," Zhexiong pouted at the TV, "Aren't these paparazzi blowing up?"

Yuan Mingqing changed the subject: "Sell me a pack of cocoa powder from your shop."

The waiter looked at Zhe Xiong's face and said hesitantly, "There's only one pack left..."

Yuan Mingqing followed good advice, "Then give me half a pack, that kid wants to drink, I remember your taste is good."

The waiter took out a paper bag and smiled honestly: "Okay, I'll share it out for you."

Zhexiong peeled off a piece of sugar and threw it into his mouth. He smiled eccentrically, "300 yuan, here you go."

"How can it be so expensive?"

"It's to kill you," Zhexiong sat on the ground and raised the price: "Do you want love or not."

Yuan Mingqing didn't talk too much nonsense, so he drew three banknotes and gave him, "Hurry up."

Zhexiong took the money, lifted the curtain of the small workshop, went in and muttered to the waiter: "Stop paying less, you're a poor eater!"

Yuan Mingqing couldn't help laughing, flipped through the magazine to the left, tuned the TV to the right, glanced at the candy, and then looked at the price, it was quite expensive.

On the TV screen, Belle appeared. He folded his arms and leaned against the antique European-style railing. Naturally, his outfits today were surprisingly amazing, and his whole person was shrouded in magnificence.The reporters were horrified by this handsome man who was even more fanciful than a star. They all held their breaths and concentrated on asking questions carefully. They didn't dare to push and jostle, for fear of breaking this delicate and beautiful kaolin flower.

However, no matter what the reporter asked, Bei Le always smiled lightly, his red lips parted lightly, and he couldn't move the four words: "No comment"-in fact, he didn't come out to accept an interview, but just to show off himself Glamorous.

Yuan Mingqing reached into the sugar jar, grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his pocket.Li Wudi has no shortage of sweets, he didn't take advantage of those sweets, he just wanted to make the stingy Zhexiong angry.

He never dreamed that in the near future, without these candies, 100% of people would die!