After dressing as a cannon fodder scumbag, I wash my whites

Mo Wenqiao wakes up with the alarm clock every day, and he wakes up at the time the alarm clock sets.Gu Xie's biological clock has been engraved in her DNA, and she opens her eyes at seven o'clock every morning, no matter how late she slept the previous day.

He was dragged from the bathroom into the bedroom by Mo Wenqiao last night, his pajamas were not changed, and he was still wearing a bathrobe.

The belt of the bathrobe was casually tied with a bow by Mo Wenqiao, and more than half of it had been undone after one night, and the neckline was loosely spread out, revealing a large white chest.

The curtains in the bedroom have a particularly good blackout effect, and all the sunlight is blocked out of the window, and it cannot slip in at all.

Gu Xie sat up and turned on the small desk lamp on the bedside table. The warm yellow light gently brought a small nearby space under her jurisdiction.

The light from the desk lamp clearly illuminated the ambiguous tooth marks on Gu Xie's body. With red ears, he stared at Mo Wenqiao who was sleeping soundly beside him, thinking that Mo Wenqiao might not be a dog in his previous life.

So like to bite.

Also likes to lick everywhere.

Gu Xie bent down and put her head next to Mo Wenqiao, staring at the small piece of skin exposed at the neckline, licked the back molars, and took a small bite on Mo Wenqiao without waking up.

"Don't make trouble..."

Mo Wenqiao seemed to be aware of it, he moved his neck unconsciously, the shallow teeth marks were covered by his collar, after a long while he turned over, his back was facing Gu Xie and he did not move again.

It's only just over seven o'clock now, and based on the time he usually sets the alarm clock, he still won't wake up in an hour.

Gu Xie sighed softly, and found a piece of clothing with a neckline as small as his neck in the closet, which could barely cover the red marks, and he covered some unrecoverable marks with liquid foundation.

Fortunately, Mo Wenqiao is an actor, and he needs makeup for his daily work. There are many cosmetics at home that can cover up marks.

Gu Xie didn't want to expose the marks Mo Wenqiao left on him for everyone to see.

The recording started at nine o'clock in the morning. Gu Xie tidied up the living room casually, arranged the pillows on the sofa neatly, and piled up random scripts one by one.

Then went downstairs to buy a breakfast.

There is a row of breakfast stalls outside the community every morning. Mo Wenqiao and Gu Xie made an appointment to have breakfast one day, because they didn't have the habit of eating breakfast before, and they only ate half of it now.

Today is a shop selling Xiaolongbao, Gu Xie bought two baskets of Xiaolongbao and five pan fried.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh——" Gu Xie was about to turn around and leave after taking the small paper bag from the boss, when she suddenly heard a piercing scream from behind, and the paper bag almost fell to the ground in fright.

Out of curiosity, he glanced back, but he didn't expect the voice to scream louder, almost piercing his eardrums: "Ahhhhhhhhh Gu Xie!!!"

Hearing her name, Gu Xie subconsciously searched for someone in the crowd, and a girl in school uniform squeezed out of nowhere.

"Is it you?!" The girl jumped over excitedly, circling around Gu Xie like a lively rabbit, "Sorry, I'm so excited! I didn't expect to meet you here!"

Gu Xie didn't have the consciousness of being a public figure, and she didn't even wear sunglasses when she went out, just walking on the street like that.

Moreover, the people living in this area are all nine-to-five migrant workers. As long as they avoid the crowded morning and evening hours, it is difficult to even meet a living person.

This is the first time he has been recognized, and he still seems to be his fan.

It may also be a fan of Mo Wenqiao.

"Are you here to buy breakfast too?" The girl noticed the paper bag in his hand, "Wow, this steamed bun is very delicious! Aunt Li's donkey meat fire is also very delicious!"

"Wooooow, I'm a fan of you and Qiaoqiao, can you sign me an autograph? I'm so happy today!"

As the girl spoke, she rummaged through her schoolbag and took out a green exercise book after searching for a long time. When the book was opened, there were neat formula notes.

"Can I just sign here?" The girl pointed to the inside of the cover.

"can."

Gu Xie took the pen she handed over and signed her name on the inner page.

"Thank you, thank you! You are so kind!" The girl's voice was trembling with excitement, "Can I sign Qiaoqiao's name again?"

Gu Xie paused for a moment, wondering if she was affected by the girl's "Qiaoqiao", the black pen was drawn across the paper, and she subconsciously wanted to write "Qiaoqiao".

Gu Xie and Mo Wenqiao never called each other by their nicknames, they usually called each other by their full names, only occasionally when they were in bed, Mo Wenqiao would call "Baby" a few times.

Gu Xie didn't bark because she felt awkward, whether it was "Xiaoqiao" or "Qiaoqiao", it was awkward to be on Mo Wenqiao.

Goosebumps are about to rise.

Before the girl noticed, he quickly added "Mo Wen" before the word "bridge".

Because "bridge" was written next to his own name, after adding two words in front, the names of the two people fit together tightly without any gap.

"Thank you so much, I really like you all!" The girl picked up the book and admired it, and said "Huh" in doubt, "Your writing is similar to Qiaoqiao."

The girl is a fan of Mo Wenqiao, and has seen Mo Wenqiao's signature many times on the Internet. The "Mo Wenqiao" written by Gu Xie and Mo Wenqiao's signature are exactly the same in terms of font and personal writing habits. The angle of the bridge is the same.

It can almost be faked.

Gu Xie himself didn't pay attention to Mo Wenqiao's notes, he didn't think much about it, he just regarded it as a fan's CP filter.

The girl took another photo with Gu Xie before reluctantly leaving. Before leaving, she repeatedly emphasized her love for Mo Wenqiao and Gu Xie, as well as her best wishes for their relationship.

Gu Xie is not good at dealing with other people's love, so she stood stiffly and listened, and decided to take Mo Wenqiao with her next time she went out.

Mo Wenqiao has a thick skin, he must be better at dealing with these things.

The girl's liking is warm and straightforward, with enthusiasm unique to this age.

Gu Xie doesn't chase stars, so he can't understand why someone has such deep and sincere feelings for a stranger, but he still feels moved, all sincere feelings are worthy of respect.

He sincerely thanked the girl.

Shortly after the girl left, she posted photos and signatures on Weibo. She is a well-known big fan in the fan circle, and a fan writer with tens of thousands of fans on Weibo.

As soon as it was posted on Weibo, there were dozens of comments, and fans expressed their envy.

[I'm sour, I also want to take a photo with Mr. Gu. 】

【Qiaoqiao is too much, how can I let Mr. Gu go out to buy breakfast alone? 】

[Mr. Gu's words are similar to Qiaoqiao, is this the picture of husband and wife? Hehehe. 】

[Where is the blogger from, I really want to meet Mr. Gu and Qiaoqiao by chance! 】

The morning sun is soft and warm, and the room is like a warm yellow gauze.

Mo Wenqiao stood by the window in a daze for a while. Outside the window was a giant tree with a height of four stories. The branches of the tree were scattered all over the place. One of them grew to the window of his bedroom. hit the glass.

On the branch of a tree, a yellow-green bird stood upright with its furry chest upright, a pair of small black eyes turned nimbly, and with one side of his head, he noticed Mo Wenqiao by the window.

The little bird leaned out curiously, moved her little feet towards Mo Wenqiao, and stared at Mo Wenqiao through a layer of glass.

Mo Wenqiao saw it was cute, opened the window, and wanted to touch it.

Mo Wenqiao is a bit indebted, he wants to touch anything he likes, and it would be even better if he could take it home and keep it for himself.

The little bird is cute and soft, and it is unambiguous when pecking people. Mo Wenqiao was careless for a while, and his finger was pecked out.

A small drop of blood stood securely on Mo Wenqiao's index finger, and it seemed to continue to spread.

Mo Wenqiao closed the window with a "touch", and the bird was startled, flapping its wings and flying away.

There was a Band-Aid in the medicine box at home, and he put one on for himself, and then he lay on the sofa and played with his mobile phone instead of messing around.

Mo Wenqiao opened Weibo habitually, and saw a series of Aite at a glance, and clicked on the group photo of fans and Gu Xie.

Mo Wenqiao recognized that the background of the photo was the street outside his own community, and the steamed bun in Gu Xie's hand.

His stomach growled at the right time, why hasn't Gu Xie come back yet.

As soon as Mo Wenqiao opened WeChat to send a message to ask questions, there was the sound of a key turning at the door. Gu Xie put the breakfast bag on the table and went to the kitchen to wash his hands.

"Did you meet fans when you went out?" Mo Wenqiao picked up a steamed bun and put it in his mouth, asking vaguely.

"Well, how do you know?" After washing his hands, Gu Xie sat down beside Mo Wenqiao, and poured the vinegar packet into a small dish.

"The girl posted on Weibo. I didn't expect you to look cold and treat your fans very well."

There are so many people in the entertainment industry who are full of affinity on the surface but dismissive of fans' love behind their backs.

Gu Xie appeared cold and indifferent on the outside, but inside he was warm.

"I treat you better." Gu Xie said.

"I'm not your fan either." Mo Wenqiao took a sip of soy milk and rubbed his milky mouth on Gu Xie's face, "I'm your boyfriend, who else do you want to be nice to if you don't treat me well? "

Gu Xie wiped off the soy milk on his face, and shifted his gaze to the bandage on Mo Wenqiao's hand: "Why did you get hurt?"

Mo Wenqiao wrinkled his nose: "Pecked by a bird."

"Bird?" Gu Xie was puzzled, let alone a bird in their house, it was rare to see even a fly.

"Hmm, the wild birds flying in are quite fierce."

Mo Wenqiao didn't want to say that he was pecked because he owed his hand and wanted to take advantage of the little yellow bird, so he groaned and muttered in a perfunctory manner.

After the two had breakfast together, the director specially sent them a message to remind them that the recording started on time.

The cameras in the room were turned on at the same time, and every corner was covered, and there was no dead corner.

The director wants to pursue the most authentic state of the guests, so during the recording period, no matter other work arrangements or plans can be carried out as usual.

Mo Wenqiao and Gu Xie are now unemployed young people, and they have no other place to go except staying at home.

They nestled on the sofa for two hours, and the bookcase Mo Wenqiao bought arrived at one o'clock in the afternoon. It took the two of them an entire afternoon just to assemble the bookcase and put it in the study.

Most of Gu Xie's books were left in the previous house, and he only brought a few books that he was reading recently, barely filling a small grid.

To make up the numbers, Mo Wenqiao also put his family's game cassettes into it, as well as several sets of comic books.

Gu Xie picked up one of the comics. The comics were nearly ten years old, and the pages were already yellowed. When I put it under my nose, I smelled it and smelled of rotten wood.

He flipped through a few pages casually, and was about to put the comic back, when a note fell out of the page.

Don't be sad, don't miss me.

——Mo Wenqiao

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-10-0315:38:14~2021-10-0419:14:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: Don't indulge in reading 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!