What do you want to do

After Feng Mo left, Zeno sat there fiddling with his phone boredly, and then the phone rang.

He glanced at the number, didn't recognize it, and hung up.

He has always been like this, never answering unfamiliar numbers.

But after a while, the number called again, he looked at it with a frown, and hung up again.

Then for the third time, he answered.

"Hello? Who is it?" Zeno was impatient with being harassed by an unfamiliar number all the time.

"Zino, why did you hang up on me?" It was Wu Tian who called, and he was about to go home by bike just after class at the evening self-study.

"Oh, you changed your number." Zeno was a little surprised. Wu Tian's number was stored in his phone, but he didn't know the new number.

Wu Tian was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the phone, and frowned angrily, no wonder Zeno hung up twice in a row, he used the wrong card.

"No, this is my classmate's mobile phone. I forgot my mobile phone at school and didn't take it with me." He didn't know why he subconsciously lied to deceive Zeno. He obviously had two mobile phone cards, but he didn't tell him the other number. Pass Zeno.

Zeno froze for a moment, then slightly lowered his eyes to look at the fingertips of his left hand.

He remembered that Wu Tian was still showing off to himself the day he bought a new mobile phone, saying that it was dual-card, and he would not be afraid that there would be no traffic when playing games during class, and he could use the two cards interchangeably.

Although he never asked Wu Tian for the number of another phone card, Zi Nuo vaguely felt that this number should be Wu Tian's other number, but he said it was not.

Wu Tian is the kind of person who never leaves his mobile phone. After knowing him for so many years, he still knows this habit.

"...Oh, what do you need to call me?" He used the nail of his little finger to dig between the fingers of his thumb, which was a small gesture he would have when he was upset.

Because Wu Tian didn't tell the truth, he felt a little disturbed, the feeling of being deceived was really bad.

"May I ask if you have time on Sunday? It's been a long time since I saw you. I miss you." Wu Tian deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that the students passing by would hear him.

Zeno didn't hear what he said clearly. There were too many people on his side, and dance music had already started to play, and many people, men and women, were already writhing together.

"What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly." He frowned, and a piece of skin on his thumb was ripped off, bleeding.

He put his fingers to his mouth and licked the oozing blood. He frowned slightly, feeling a little tingling.

"Are you a child? You still bite your finger?" Feng Mo came over and reached out to pull his hand away. Seeing the miserable appearance of his thumb, he frowned and glared at him, then turned to look at the service not far away. The doctor shouted, "Go and get some disinfectant and gauze."

"It's okay, just lick it." Zeno looked up at him, shaking his head to indicate that he was fine.

His hand was still held by Feng Mo, his own was a little cold, but Feng Mo's was warm.

"Hello? Zeno, did you hear what I said, Zeno!" Wu Tian yelled twice, the sound of music on the phone made him frown, why didn't he know that Zeno also likes to go to bars and so on The place.

"I heard, I have something to do on Sunday, so I might not be able to see you." Zi Nuo wanted to pull his hand away from Feng Mo's, but Feng Mo's grip was tight, he couldn't pull it out twice, and could only wrinkle Eyebrow looked at Feng Mo, "Let go."

"It doesn't bother you to call, I'll apply the medicine for you." Feng Mo took the small medicine kit from the waiter and put it on the table, then took a cotton swab dipped in some medical alcohol to disinfect it, and wiped the wound around his thumb After wiping, he glanced at Zeno in disgust, "It's all saliva."

"...I'm happy." Zeno snorted and ignored him.

"Wu Tian, ​​are you still there? I just said that I have something to do on Sunday. Can I do it on Saturday afternoon? I don't have classes in the afternoon." Zi Nuo didn't hear Wu Tian's reply, thinking he didn't hear what he said.

In fact, Wu Tian heard it, and he heard it very clearly, even Feng Mo's voice.

He didn't know why, but the tall boy who was sitting next to him when he ran into him that day appeared in an instant, then he frowned, pursed his lips and said, "Okay, then on Saturday, you can call me after class." Call, I happen to have nothing to do this weekend."

"Yes, I see." Zeno replied, then looked at his thumb and frowned.Feng Mo wrapped his thumbs in a lot of gauze, which was not aesthetically pleasing at all.

As for making such a fuss, it's just that a piece of skin is missing.

"Where are you? Zeno." Wu Tian couldn't hold back, and asked anyway. He felt that the past few months had clearly distanced him from Zeno. Before, Zeno had only one friend, but now he I don't know if I can still be regarded as Zeno's friend.

Or, someone had taken his place and become Zeno's friend.

It was a bad feeling and made him irritable.

Zi Nuo tilted his head, thought about the name of this place, and then said, "At the Xiaoxiang Guild Hall, classmates reunite." They are all from the same school, so they are classmates.

Wu Tian was stunned for a moment, quickly stopped the bicycle and put his feet on the ground.

Xiaoxiang Guild Hall is the largest entertainment club in the city. It has everything in it, and not everyone can go in. People without family background have to think about whether they can come out with all their shadows.

"You classmates are really rich, and the place where the consumption is so expensive, you actually go there so generously." Wu Tian's tone was sour, obviously with contempt and jealousy.

Zeno froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at Feng Mo reflexively.

Just now he heard from the boss that today's dinner is Feng Mo's treat.

Frowning unconsciously, he didn't find anything wrong with his behavior.He felt very uncomfortable hearing Wu Tian's sour tone, as if Feng Mo shouldn't be disgusted by a stranger he's never met, and what does it matter to you if other people have money, why are you sour.

Thinking of this in his mind, he lowered his eyes to look at his thumb, and suddenly he didn't want to continue talking to Wu Tian, ​​he said coldly: "If there is nothing else, I will hang up and prepare to go back to school."

"...Well then, don't forget to call on Saturday afternoon, I'll pick you up." Wu Tian couldn't figure out what he said that offended Zeno, so he could only curl his lips and hang up the call.

Zeno put the phone in his pocket, pursed his lips and snorted unhappily.

The boss looked at Zeno in surprise, who was so capable to make him angry, what a talent.

The second child and the third child ran to the center of the banquet hall like two butterflies to find beautiful women to dance with. He didn't know how to dance, and he didn't bother to dance.

Zeno was sulking for a while, then turned his head to look at Feng Mo who was sitting next to him talking to Guo Yang, curled his mouth and raised his hand to pull his clothes, muttering, "Go back."

He really didn't think this kind of noisy party with many people was interesting. He was full and wanted to go back to sleep, and he had class tomorrow morning.

Feng Mo didn't look at him, but he stretched out his hand behind and grabbed his hand, and shook it hard, which meant to tell him to wait.

Zeno frowned, but the grasped hand didn't move, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Feng Mo's hands are so big that they can wrap his hands directly, and they are dry and warm, much better than his cool hands.

Putting the other cold hand closer to hold Feng Mo's hand, Zi Nuo pursed his lips and snickered, but he didn't want Feng Mo to turn his head to look at him suddenly, he swished his hand away like a child who did something wrong , raised his head to look at Feng Mo, with an innocent expression on his face.

Feng Mo twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at him amusedly and asked, "Is it cold?"

"Hmm? Mmm, my hands are cold." Sniffing, Zeno pitifully stretched out his hand to show him.

His hands are smaller than Feng Mo's, with fair skin, clear knuckles and slender fingers. It looks like the hands of a piano player, very beautiful.

Feng Mo raised his eyebrows, stretched his hands over to wrap his hands, rubbed them to warm him up, and said softly, "I'll go back after I finish talking to Guo Yang, wait a little longer."

"Yeah." Zeno nodded obediently, moved his buttocks to get close to Feng Mo.

He felt that this guy was very warm, but when he got closer to him, he could feel the continuous heat coming from Feng Mo's body, which was very comfortable.

Although the actions of the two were in the dark, Guo Yang and the boss could see them clearly, and they were all shocked.

It doesn't matter what they say when they are joking, but they clearly know that if these two people really have this kind of relationship, it will be a different matter.

Feng Mo turned around and saw Guo Yang looking at him with a frown, or it should be said that he was looking at the hands he and Qinuo were holding together. He raised his eyebrows and moved his legs, kicking Guo Yang's On the calf, "What are you looking at, the eyeballs are about to fall out."

Guo Yang staggered from being kicked by him, and looked at him with a dry smile, "Aren't you curious about how you can be so considerate to our elementary school students! Marshal Feng, you kicked me again."

He told himself that Feng Mo did this only because of the friendship of the senior who cared about the junior, maybe he was thinking too much.

"Heh, don't think I don't know what you're thinking, Guo Yang, it's too early for you to lie to me, don't roll your eyes, I know my business." Feng Mo glared at him, warning him plainly Don't mind your own business.

He just felt that he wanted to treat Zeno like this, so he did it, just like he would show consideration for his younger siblings a little at ordinary times, there was nothing wrong with that.

He thought it was okay to do so, but in the eyes of others, it meant something else.

Feng Mo has been a popular figure in the school since he was a freshman. Not only is he good at basketball, he is handsome, but he is also good at studies, and he spends money generously and likes to make friends.

Although they were all a little afraid of his fiery temper, it had to be said that after three years, Feng Mo had quite a few loyal buddies in school. They worshiped Feng Mo and regarded him as an idol.

Feng Mo has never had any scandals, he has always been alone, even if the school belle showed love to him, he was scolded and ran away crying.

But in the past two months, I have frequently seen various rumors about Feng Mo and Qi Nuo on campus forums. Although only some people are guessing wildly, there is no guarantee that there will be unexpected developments.

Obviously, neither Feng Mo nor Qinuo felt that there was anything wrong.

Feng Mo doesn't hate Zeno, although he will always get mad at him, but he really doesn't hate him.

Zeno didn't dislike Feng Mo's touch either, which was really rare for him in normal times.

As if feeling the low air pressure emanating from Feng Mo's body, Zeno frowned and moved his hands, stretching out his fingers to scratch the palm of his hand.

Feng Mo's body froze, and he cursed inwardly, don't you brat know you can't scratch your palms casually!What a sensitive place!