If honesty is a disease

At a charity banquet, Mo Fang was drinking a small wine with a wine glass, while watching Carlo, the representative of MG not far away, socializing there.

"Which handsome guy are you looking at?" Ke Yong came over and followed his gaze, "That, that!" He said excitedly, "Recently TV, newspapers and magazines are full of him, I think he is so handsome!"

"Mixed races are very handsome."

"No, no, he is naturally handsome and unassuming." Ke Yong had stars in his eyes.

Mo Fang smiled and said, "What does it mean to be handsome naturally? My handsome one is unnatural? I am unnaturally handsome?"

"No," Ke Yong hurriedly clasped Mo Fang's arm and explained, "He's handsome and relatively non-aggressive."

"Hahaha," Mo Fang handed the empty cup to a group of people, "he has a bad temper."

"How did you know?"

"If you don't believe me, keep watching."

Carlo finished the entertainment here, turned around, and stepped down with a standard smile in an instant. When a reporter came to interview, the corners of his mouth curled up again, and his smile was very charming, but combined with the expression just now, it can be seen that he was very impatient , even violent.

Sure enough, after the reporter left, he picked up a glass of wine, walked to the corner, tugged at his tie, and drank the wine in one gulp.

Ke Yong stuck out his tongue at Mo Fang: "I wanted to ask you to introduce me."

"If you want to go, go now."

"Don't dare."

"He didn't dare to beat you up."

"Hmph," Ke Yong glanced at Carlo again, "it's hard to say."

Mo Fang pulled off his arm, leaned into his ear and said, "Don't you like that tune the most? Stop lying."

"You, how do you know?"

"Don't write about the landline when shopping online." Mo Fang patted his face, then took his arm and walked straight towards Carlo.

"Hi, this is my manager. I have something to do first, please send him back for me later." Mo Fang patted Carlo on the shoulder, "My manager likes to take off his clothes when he drinks too much, so he must be optimistic about him." .”

Mo Fang left, leaving Carlo and Ke Yong with confused faces.

Walking out of the banquet hall, Mo Fang saw a person squatting under a tree not far away, little sparks, smoking a cigarette.

He walked over, put his hands in his pockets, and asked, "Hello, are you alone?"

The squatting man looked up at him, took a puff of cigarette, and exhaled white and transparent smoke: "Yeah."

"Do you want someone to accompany you?"

"Yes," the man stubbed out the cigarette, "is it expensive?"

Mo Fang clicked his tongue: "It's hard to say whether it's expensive or not. I'm a person who pays attention to fate, do you understand?"

"I don't understand." The man smiled.

"If it suits you, you don't need money. If you don't agree, it's not a matter of money." Mo Fang took two steps forward without hesitation, "I still don't keep up!"

"Aren't I waiting to carry you?"

"Okay, I'll satisfy you."

Mo Fang went back and lay down on the man, "It's finished."

The man stood up holding his butt, and rubbed it by the way: "Not bad."

Mo Fang slapped him: "Die, you, hurry up."

"Can't wait anymore? Let's talk for a while."

Mo Fang snorted, "It's up to you, Carlo is inside, he doesn't look good today, if he knows you are outside, Bao Buqi will come out and scold you, I don't care if you have to stand here and wait."

Geng Zhi didn't say anything more and hurried away with Mo Fang on his back.

"If you say he is pitiful." Mo Fang looked at him as if he was running away, and laughed on his back, "Why are you afraid of this?"

Geng Zhi only wanted to get to the parking lot quickly, and he didn't want to meet Carlo. Carlo called him yesterday, complaining that his workload was too heavy and he had to deal with the media. It was so annoying that his head would explode. He wanted to go back In the United States, what is even more hateful is that the decision-maker, Geng Zhi, sits in front of the TV and laughs at the strange color matching of his tie.

"Are you going too far?" Mo Fang asked as he got into the car.

Geng Zhi replied to him: "I don't want to be ripped off."

Mo Fang fell silent after hearing what he said.

Yes, it’s not the past now. The reporters are too curious. Once exposed, all kinds of revelations will come. Then, Geng Zhi’s life abroad will definitely be in front of everyone, and everything will be commented and pointed at.

Including your relationship with yourself.

Although they don't care, but if each person opens his mouth, the same words will be completely different in the end.

Mo Fang reached out to hold Geng Zhi's hand on the stall: "What should I do? Everyone knows that I have a boyfriend."

"They just need to know that this boyfriend takes good care of you." Geng Zhi said, "I am willing to be a home cook for you."

"Aren't you afraid that others will say that I support you?"

"I'm very happy, very proud, very happy." Geng Zhi took his hand and kissed him, "They said that because they were jealous."

Mo Fang smiled happily: "I have an exclusive interview in a few days."

"What do you need me to do?"

"It's good for you to be the background wall at home, and they come to the house."

"Why did you come to the house?" Geng Zhi was quite curious.

Mo Fang touched his thigh: "For the outsiders to guess, I only accepted an exclusive interview with one family."

"Then... I want to accompany you?" Geng Zhi was still uncomfortable.

"No, just do your own thing," Mo Fang leaned on the back of the chair and looked at him, "Anyway, I've always said that you don't like taking pictures, so you can do whatever you want, I just want...to show them Our life, we, are happy and like a normal family."

"I know, I understand." Geng Zhi squeezed his hand, and kissed him for a while at the red light, "You just don't want to wrong me. Thank you."

Mo Fang glanced at him: "That's not it."

Geng Zhi didn't say anything and concentrated on driving.

He is very afraid of the things he wants to hide by the media. It is best to live a simple life with Mo Fang, and find an opportunity in the future to hand over the company to others. Anyway, he is also working for the old man, as long as he can To do a good job in the company, as long as it can make money, whoever has the ability will come.The first choice is of course Carlo, but he may not want to.

"Do you want to take a group photo? That day." Geng Zhi asked, "If so, do I need to buy new clothes and get a haircut or something?"

"What is the reason! Buy what to buy! No!"

"I can't embarrass you."

"I don't look at your face again! What are you worried about!"

"Yes, yes, I'm in my pajamas."

Mo Fang thought for a while, then showed a shy smile: "That's fine."

Geng Zhi stroked his hair: "Don't be ashamed."

"They're all men, why be ashamed."

When they got home, the two of them leaned on the sofa and ate some fruit. The evening charity banquet was being interviewed by reporters on TV, and Mo Fang's handsome face appeared on the screen.

"May I ask what made you choose to enter the modeling industry?"

"Maybe it's because being a model becomes popular faster."

The reporter laughed: "Is it because of this? But filming is also fine."

Mo Fang looked at the camera and said: "I just want to be popular as soon as possible, and become popular all over the world, so that someone can see me."

"Then the person you mentioned, did you see you?"

"Of course, he not only saw it, but also came back."

"May I ask if the person you mentioned is the gentleman who is by your side now?"

Mo Fang smiled slyly: "Guess."

Geng Zhi looked at Mo Fang leaning on his shoulder, hugged him, and kissed him: "I love you, baby."

"It's useless to talk about it, I am so sweet and delicious in front of you, what are you waiting for?"

……

A night of crazy passion...