The days of frying CP with the enemy

"Oh!" Xu Ying screamed.

He Xingci tilted his head slightly, and the corners of his eyes were a little proud of his tricks.The movements of the hands slack off.

"Don't wipe it, you will poke your eyes if you wipe it again." Mo Ran's doubts were finally resolved, and the little puny thought that Xu Ying was interested in him. Judging from his previous attitude towards Xu Ying, he would definitely not deal with it.

He deliberately disliked Xu Ying.

Thinking of this, Mo Ran felt uncomfortable.

He took the initiative to distance himself, "The food has been put away, throw it away by yourself."

Everyone heaved a long sigh, this is their President Mo.Mo always drinks dew and eats fairy energy, so how could he need to throw garbage for others.

Xu Ying explained with a smile: "I just bumped my toe, I'm sorry," she knelt down and rubbed the upper of the sneakers seriously.

She is so restless!Just now, her little Heshou wiped her mouth for Mo Ran's attack!I can't wait to bring a camera with me to record the record of cp sugar.

After the oolong farce, the show is still shooting normally.

Director Xiao Fang observes the expressions of Mo Ran and He Xingci at any time, why are the two so estranged?

Sure enough, there was a lot of quarrel last night.

It's a pity that there is nothing he can do to help him today. The choice of occupation is random, and there are no two occupations that can be matched in the same frame.

He Xingci was the last one to smoke, "Delivery Man", luckily he wasn't the kindergarten teacher he didn't like the most.He doesn't like taking small children, it's horrible.

"Mo Ran, what are you?" He Xingci leaned over and found that Mo Ran loved and ignored him.

Delusion?

He showed his hole card, "I have drawn the courier, how about you?"

Mo Ran spread out his palm, and the card was printed with the words "Pet Shop Assistant".

He Xingci conceived of a 1.9-meter tall man in a small pet shop, surrounded by kittens and puppies, not to mention a little cute?Hey, hey, he's so cute.

He put away his cards.

Does that mean that there is no need to see each other all day?Sending couriers to various places, and facing Mo Ran's stinky face, He Xingci decisively chose the former.

He smiled, holding his chin to tease Mo Ran: "Xiao Hei, without me by your side today, will you be very lonely and unhappy?"

Mo Ran glanced at him up and down, and his heart was hairy.

He Xingci folded his arms around his chest, covered his clothes and sat in the corner. "If you look at me like this, can you see the flowers?"

"I think you're out of your mind."

Mo Ran put down these words, and got up to pour water to drink.

Um?Why do you feel that someone is looking at you with strange eyes from behind?

"The tongue is not the heart."

He Xingci silently rolled his eyes behind his back and lowered his voice.In case the old beast hears it, he has to go online again.

His mouth is very poisonous, he choked on him enough when he was in school, and now he has to be bullied when he comes out to shoot variety shows.

Could it be that He Xingci only has his life to be suppressed?

The director got everything ready, six people and three groups were broken up, led the cards in his hand, and took different vehicles with the corresponding numbered staff to arrive at the designated location.

The two middle-aged and elderly people all got into a luxury car, Xu Ying took a taxi, and Gao Ruyu took a bus.Mo Ran's pet shop is close to here, just take the subway.

"...?"

He Xingci sat in the electric tricycle holding the courier that could be spread out, lost in thought.

"You, you seem to be a celebrity?" The bald man in a gray undershirt who drove three rounds spoke Mandarin, which was not very fluent, and started the awkward chat mode.Contains #哥#儿#全#理#

"Hahaha, sir, I'm an actor." With the bumping of the car, several couriers almost flew out, He Xingci finished pulling one and hugging the other, "Master, your car can't carry so much, can it?"

The uncle turned a deaf ear to it, and concentrated on muttering: "Who are you...you are that, that, that..."

"The ink burns right!"