Wu Shang

The private room was filled with a cold smell, Shang Mozhi and Qi Ji sat opposite each other without showing any weakness, looking at each other gracefully with hostility.

The waiter at the side watched the two secretly for a long time, and finally broke the strange silence tremblingly: "Do you two gentlemen need me to pour you wine?"

Qi Ji turned his head and smiled slightly: "Thank you, no need, you go down first."

"Yes." The waiter quickly retreated, the air pressure here was too high for him to bear.

Qi Ji picked up the wine, poured a glass, put it on the table, and turned to Shang Mozhi: "Please."

Shang Mozhi smiled and picked up the wine and slowly shook it in his hand: "Thank you."

"I still don't know your name, how to address it?" Qi Ji asked casually while pouring himself a glass.

"My surname is Shang, so it's hard to see people with different names in the future." Shang Mozhi sipped his drink.

"Shang?" Qi Ji frowned slightly. He really didn't like this word very much. In their circle, he had always kept the surname Shang at arm's length. What's more, being disrupted by Shang last time added a lot of disgust.

"How did Mr. Shang know Xiao Wu?"

Shang Mozhi was very dissatisfied with his affectionate address to Wu Zhicuo: "Xiao Wu? Heh, what does it have to do with Mr. Qi?"

"Ha, there is a relationship after all," Qi Ji said with a gentle smile, "It's just that at such a young age, Mr. Shang doesn't have much interaction with Xiao Wu. Why...it's that kind of relationship."

Faced with his provocation, Shang Mozhi suppressed his anger and responded with a smile: "Don't worry about this. If it is true love, what can we do? Even if there is a more suitable person who is more suitable for the age, it is better not to love." It's not that I don't love."

Faced with Shang Mozhi's provocation, Qi Ji frowned: "I didn't expect that Mr. Shang looks young and is not forgiving at all when he talks."

Shang Mozhi smiled politely: "Boss Qi was joking, I came here today to have a good chat with you."

"As it happens, I think our theme is the same."

"I guess so." Shang Mozhi always maintained an elegant smile, "I don't beat around the bush. I came today to ask you to stay away from my lover Wu Zhichao. I hate people touching my things."

"Your stuff?" Qi Ji had a cold smile on his face, "Mr. Shang said that too early, how should I put it? I'm not worried that Xiao Wu will be unfaithful halfway, the key is that Mr. Shang is still like this." It will be difficult for Xiaoneng to persevere."

"You don't need to worry about this."

"Why don't you use it?" Qi Ji leaned forward slightly and his eyes were firm, "I like Wu Zhicuo, the kind of love that I am willing to spend the rest of my life with him."

Shang Mozhi's expression fluctuated slightly, and the wine glass in his hand rattled: "I'm afraid that Qi will be empty, because I don't intend to give him up to anyone."

"Humph," Qi Ji chuckled, age and maturity are his greatest advantages, "How many relationships have you had, and how much emotional knowledge do you know? You are still too young to say it's not too early, how do you Do you know that you won't meet others and won't change your mind?"

The smile on Shang Mozhi's face was replaced by a cold one: "Boss Qi is too lenient."

"Because I love him," Qi Ji said without changing his face, "so I don't want him to be hurt, and I don't want him to take risks with your child."

Shang Mozhi has always been calm and decisive in everything, but when it comes to Wu Zhichao, he is a little confused. Age is indeed like a poisonous thorn in his heart, and Qi Ji is always picky. With this thorn.

Qi Ji felt that he had succeeded in hitting his heart, so he hit the iron while it was hot: "Do you know why I like to come here?"

Shang Mozhi smiled slightly: "Actually, I'm not interested."

Qi Ji didn't feel embarrassed because of this, but felt a sense of accomplishment: "This is the place where I first met him. He was only in his twenties back then, and he was as cute and comfortable as he is now. I don't know you Have you seen him in his twenties, maybe you were still very young at that time."

Shang Mozhi's mood completely cooled down.

"I was immersed in a failed relationship at the time," Qi Ji continued, "and he was like an angel, no. It should be a drunk little rabbit who jumped in front of me and enlightened me for a long time, although he probably I was telling my own suffering, but it really encouraged me a lot. As I get older, I want to find someone who can be stable, and Wu Zhichao is the best person I have determined in my heart. Of course, I can also promise to give him the best..."

Qi Ji's expression became serious: "I am very grateful to you for letting him accept a man, but you are just a child in my heart and his heart, you can't give him a good life, so can you please leave him?"

Shang Mozhi couldn't see his expression clearly under the shadow of his head hanging down. After a long time, he finally raised his head with a yearning smile on his face: "If only I were really just the kind of child in his heart..."

Qi Ji felt that there was something in his words but he couldn't understand them.

Shang Mozhi stood up and bowed politely: "Mr. Qi, I will pretend that I have never heard what you said, and please stay away from my people in the future. Please remember that this is not an admonition but...a warning."

Shang Mozhi walked out the door without giving him time to react, and Qi Ji froze on his seat for a long time—was that the aura that an ordinary just-adult child could exude just now?

He felt more and more that something was wrong with this person, and took out his mobile phone: "Hey, si

? ”

"Yes, does Mr. Qi have any orders?"

"Find me a person, I want to know all his information as soon as possible..."

Shang Mozhi opened the door, but it was lit inside, and the slight night wind blowing in from the balcony flapped the curtains.

"Uncle, are you awake?" Shang Mozhi changed his shoes and walked to the balcony.

Wu Zhicuo turned his head with a can of wine in his hand and smiled slightly: "Well, where is Xiao Mo going?"

"There is something wrong with the company temporarily."

"Are you hungry? I cooked some porridge when I got up, and it's in the kitchen." Wu Zhichao leaned against the fence and picked up the wine to drink.

However, Shang Mozhi stepped forward and snatched his wine, and licked the place where he drank it: "I just went out to eat, why did I suddenly drink wine?"

"It's not the last time you played with me. It's a pity that I went to the supermarket to buy a few cans and put them in the refrigerator. It's a pity that I haven't drank them." He was tightly held in his arms.

"No alcohol is allowed in the future, not even a drop."

"Why?" Wu Zhicuo still tried to snatch it, but his height and build made him pinch like a chick under Shang Mozhi's armpit.

Shang Mozhi finished the wine and put down the empty box: "Because... the first time I met uncle, I got it because he was drunk. What if uncle is drunk and then taken away by others?"

"Tch," Wu Zhicuo couldn't help laughing, "Stop looking down on people, horses stumble, people stumble. I will stumble on you once, how can I make another mistake?"

With a smile on his face, Shang Mozhi hugged him even tighter: "That's good."

"Okay, okay," Wu Zhicuo slapped his hand, "I still want to watch the stars, and I was disturbed by you."

"Uncle still likes to look at the stars?" Shang Mozhi rubbed his hair, "It's so cute."

"Get out!" Wu Zhicuo broke away from him and turned around, "It's just that the stars are so bright today that it reminds me of the sky in my hometown."

Shang Mozhi also turned around and still put his hands on his waist: "What's the old man's hometown like?"

"Hmm..." Wu Zhicuo thought for a while, "Mountains are all mountains."

"Haha," Shang Mozhi teased, "Sure enough, the 'big tree' is on the mountain."

"Get out!" Wu Zhichao poked his waist, "Can you still talk properly?"

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore," Shang Mozhi smiled indulgently, "Actually, I really want to meet my aunt."

"Aunt?"

"It's uncle's mother."

Wu Zhicuo gave him a kick: "You call me uncle, call me auntie, what kind of generation is this?"

"The title of aunt belongs to the title of seniority, and the title of 'uncle' to you is just a nickname of love."

"Tch." Wu Zhicuo smiled secretly, but there was a lot of disdain on the surface.

"By the way," Wu Zhicuo and him stayed in silence for a long time and suddenly thought of something, "Don't think about it anymore, I don't have any special skills, I just focus on it."

"Puff." Shang Mozhi couldn't help laughing.

"Hey! What are you laughing at!" Wu Zhicuo blushed.

Shang Mozhi rubbed his head: "Let me tell you... how can you be so cute, uncle."

"Death to me," Wu Zhicuo felt so ashamed that the volcano erupted, "Don't touch me!"

"Okay." Shang Mozhi agreed with his mouth, but he didn't stop the movement of his hands.

Wu Zhicuo lowered his head, feeling so coy and uneasy for the first time, and Shang Mozhi's eyes seemed to fall on him, making him even more uncomfortable.

Finally, Wu Zhicuo couldn't help pushing his head aside: "Have you seen enough!"

"No," Shang Mozhi said without shame, "I can't get enough of it."

Wu Zhicuo held his forehead to express helplessness...

The next day, surprisingly, Shang Mozhi didn't call him, and woke up by the alarm clock.

After waking up, he found that there was no such person as Shang Mozhi in the room: "What's going on?"

Without Shang Mozhi, I still have to live and have breakfast, but when I opened the refrigerator, I was shocked.

"Where the hell is Lao Tzu's food?" The refrigerator was ransacked and it was as good as new. He had a bad feeling...

Sure enough, Wu Zhichao flipped to the bottom of the refrigerator, and the few cans of wine he treasured last time were gone.

"Shang Mozhi, you bastard!" Wu Zhicuo cursed loudly.

"Is uncle calling me?" Shang Mozhi got out of nowhere and stood behind him.

"No...no..." Wu Zhicuo said guiltily.

Shang Mozhi smiled sweetly, and raised the things in his hand: "I was afraid that uncle might have something hidden in the refrigerator, so I threw it away. I didn't have any ingredients today, so I went to buy a few buns."

"Bastard!" Wu Zhichao cursed in a low voice.

"Okay, okay, stop complaining and come and eat the cute buns."

Shang Mozhi pulled him to the dining table, and warmly filled him with soy milk and buns.

"In the future, uncle will tell you whatever he wants to eat, and I will buy everything."

"I can do it myself!"

Shang Mozhi rubbed his head: "I know, it's just that the uncle is too powerful to hide something, so I have to keep a close watch on him."

Wu Zhizhuo had a black line: "Why do I feel like your child! Who is older than whom, don't try to ride on my head!"

"You are older, you are older, you are the biggest."

Wu Zhicuo looked at him with hatred, and Shang Mozhi looked like a cunning fox when he smiled!Although he backed down every time, Wu Zhicuo felt more and more pressured.

No, no, no, I can't be compared with him, after all, I am older than him, older than him!Wu Zhicuo gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun and vented all his anger on the steamed stuffed bun.