On how women's clothing bosses break the male gods

"What are you doing?" Chen Yuanping looked puzzled, "What are you pulling me for?"

Qi Hang glanced at Jiang Mo, and when he passed beside him, he pulled Chen Yuanping to the side with great strength. Seeing Jiang Mo sitting in front of the computer and turning on the computer, he sneakily dragged Chen Yuanping to the corridor.

"What are you doing? If you have something to say, talk about it. What are you doing calling me out? You? Be sneaky."

"What's the matter, you still want to come with me for a month on the head of the willow tree, after dusk?"

"...Go, go, let's be serious, don't you see that the third child's expression is not right?"

Chen Yuanping raised his eyebrows, thought for a while: "It seems a little..."

The two leaned their backs against the wall quietly, and looked at Jiang Mo in the dormitory. He was about to broadcast live, and he didn't say a word, and he couldn't see anything wrong.

It shouldn't be. I just came back from a date with An An, shouldn't I be smiling?Why are you still stuck?

Chen Yuanping rubbed his chin, and suddenly bumped into Qi Hang with his arm: "Hey, do you think the third child broke up with An An?"

Before Qi Hang could answer, he murmured thoughtfully again: "That's not okay, isn't it not long after we just reconciled? Why did they break up again?"

Could it be that An An is really... a tigress? !

Hey, no, no, no, the goddess is so cute, how can she be such a grumpy person, I can't.

The two pondered for a long time, but they couldn't come up with a reason.

In the days that followed, the people in their dormitory had a hard time.

You said it’s summer, it’s a good thing to have a free air conditioner for you, but blowing too much cold air is not good for your health!

But whenever Jiang Mo was in the dormitory, he released his iceberg air-conditioning all the time, and their men's dormitory fell into a state of low air pressure, and it became worse every day.

Over time, Chen Yuanping discovered a strange phenomenon: every time Jiang Mo broadcasted live, the coldness on Jiang Mo's body deepened.

Why is this?

Is it because there are too many pit ratios?

Personal attacks by black fans?

Or... Kneeling in a row?

But if that's the case, it shouldn't be so...

So why is Jiang Mo getting more and more silent?

The matter started from the day after An Chengfeng disappeared.

Originally, Jiang Mo thought that "An An" might be in a bad mood and avoided him for a while, so early the next morning, he went to her house to find someone.

It was Dad An who opened the door. He obviously still remembered Jiang Mo, looked at him and smiled and said, "Young man, are you here to find Xiaofeng?"

Jiang Mo pursed his lips and nodded hesitantly.

Father An looked back at the direction of An Chengfeng's bedroom, a little embarrassed, and cursed in a low voice in front of Jiang Mo: "This kid, like a little piggy, is still asleep in the room. If you have something to go out for a while, you go to his room and call him, ah."

Pa An carried a standard thermos bottle for the elderly, filled with ginseng and wolfberry, and went out leisurely.

He was planning to go to the pavilion and fight those old men for another three hundred rounds.

Old man Li was lucky enough to win two rounds with him last time. He showed off everywhere these two days, so he was so unhappy. Seeing his vigor if he didn't kill him today, he pronounced the word "An Guoye" backwards!

Speaking of which, why has Dad An still lived in An Chengfeng's house for more than half a month?

In fact, he moved back a few days ago, but within a few days of An's birthday, he was driven out by An's mother with a broom. An's mother also threatened: "If this matter can't be resolved, don't go back to this house!"

That girl who looks exactly like An Chengfeng has become a thorn in her heart, and she can't get it out every day, and she feels uncomfortable every day.

Dad An felt that she was unreasonable and inexplicable, and he was also very wronged!

In this case, what else can be done?

If you don’t go back, don’t go back. It’s good to be here with the old guys. Play chess with the old guys. Shopkeeper, life is happy.

It's not that he never thought about asking An Chengfeng to go back to persuade An's mother, even he doesn't know what to do these days, he is like a depressed person, shutting himself in the room all day, almost Never stepped out of the room door.

This matter can only be put aside temporarily.

Right now, the brat has friends who come to him, maybe he can enlighten him, and when he is in a better mood, his affairs will be settled...

Jiang Mo didn't enter the door until he couldn't see Papa An's figure at the elevator, and locked it.

He stood at the door of An Chengfeng's room, which was also the door of "An'an's room".

The room was very quiet, so quiet that Jiang Mo could hear his own heartbeat.

He raised his hand and was about to push open An Chengfeng's door, but hesitated at the critical moment, rubbing his thumb and index finger, and slowly lowered his hand.

He... Just wanted to make it clear to An An.

On the tiptoe, he turned slowly, and he was facing "An'an's room".

After hesitating for a few seconds, he puffed up and pushed open the door...

However, the scene inside almost brought him to the verge of collapse in an instant!

There is no pink princess bed, no little girl's favorite doll, and no An'an's favorite figure......

There are only a few worn-out furniture and some sundries piled up in a mess.

It seemed that something was about to come out, at that moment, Jiang Mo's heart was completely confused.

He frantically closed the door, very hard, with a "bang", as if this could stop everything.

He seemed to have thought of something, and subconsciously put these thoughts behind him, but they were like leeches, tightly coiled around his brain and thoughts.

Maybe the sound of closing the door was too loud, there was movement in An Chengfeng's room, and after a while, the door opened.

An Chengfeng had a pair of walnut eyes, which were swollen badly, and he couldn't sleep well at night because of his sleepy eyes.

In fact, this is indeed the case. He hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time, and he is almost out of breath these days because of the secret in his heart.

He thought it was Dad An's voice, and couldn't help complaining: "Dad, can you move..."

"Jiang...mo..."

Jiang Mo raised his head slowly, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him, feeling very complicated. He didn't know how to face An Chengfeng, so he resisted his outstretched hand, staggered back a few steps, and then... ... ran out of the house with messy steps.

An Chengfeng wanted to call him to stop, but when he turned his gaze, the door of the storage room shook, as if telling him what happened just now.

Before Jiang Mo left, he looked at An Chengfeng with disgust, resistance, and... the disgust that made him feel humiliated.

Maybe what Jiang Mo wanted and liked was never him, but An Chen with the label of purity.