On how women's clothing bosses break the male gods

Jiang Mo must have sensed something, and subconsciously glanced in An Chengfeng's direction, and just like that, his pupils suddenly dilated, and the door key in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap", in the quiet corridor on the second floor. It is very eye-catching.

Both of them froze in place for an instant, staring wide-eyed. An Chengfeng clasped his hands tightly behind his back, so nervous that his palms were sweating a little.

He carefully watched the change of expression on Jiang Mo's face, he didn't dare to show his breath, for fear that some of his actions would provoke Jiang Mo, like a silly quail, he dared not move.

He could feel that Jiang Mo looked at him strangely.

It's not like the eyes full of hatred and malice that day, but the feeling of missing and forcing myself to restrain myself.

An Chengfeng blinked suspiciously, he must be delusional, Jiang Mo hated him for not having time to hide from him, how could he miss him...

Jiang Mo looked at him for a long while, and then, as if he suddenly came to his senses, he quickly picked up the key on the ground, and opened the door with slightly trembling hands. He failed to insert it into the lock hole several times, and the door opened with difficulty. After that, he dodged into the room again as if he was running away, and closed the door with a "bang".

An Chengfeng couldn't help feeling a deep sense of loss in his heart.

Look, he knows it.

At this time Jiang Xuan opened the door, she stretched out her head to look at An Chengfeng, and happily urged: "Brother Chengfeng, come back quickly, I can climb the scale! I'll play it for you!"

"……it is good……"

He thought silently, Jiang Mo didn't talk to him, even turned around and ran away. He was worse than strangers, so he really hated him.

As Jiang Mo said before, "An An" was his first love, and the first time he fell in love, he met a bastard like himself...

An Chengfeng thought that if it was him, he would definitely remember this bastard for the rest of his life, and beat him every time he saw him!Jiang Mo never touched him from the beginning to the end, and he didn't even scold him, which is considered very benevolent.

Putting aside these messy thoughts in his mind, An Chengfeng went into Jiang Xuan's room and continued to teach her the basics of Ji her.

On the other side, is Jiang Mo really as calm as he imagined?

In the room, Jiang Mo threw the phone on the table, threw himself heavily on the bed, and stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, resisting the soreness in his eyes.

Ever since he ran away from An's house that day, he actually didn't feel well at all.

That's right, he really hated An Chengfeng, hated why he pretended to be a girl to lie to himself, is it fun to play him?Seeing himself booing for him, he was very proud, right?

But in fact, he hated himself more. He didn't understand why An Chengfeng lied to himself like that. After he calmed down, he thought more about making excuses for An Chengfeng's actions.

He must have his own reasons for doing so, right?

Could it be that I lost a game of truth or dare with my roommates, and that's why it happened?

But no matter how many excuses he made, they all turned into a bunch of rubbish ideas in the end and were discarded by him.

Even so, he still can't forget him, to be precise, he shouldn't forget An An...

Every day he broadcasts live, he will be distracted to pay attention to the situation in the live broadcast room.

Everyone will be prompted when they enter the live broadcast room, but after so many days, the ID he longed to see has never appeared again, not even once.

Longing again and again, disappointment again and again.

He felt that he was not like himself anymore, he was just a liar, why did he think about it so much day and night?

Thinking and behavior are sometimes diametrically opposed. For example, for a certain thing, you can deceive yourself that it should not be like this, it should be like that, but the reaction you make is different from what you think.

He told himself many times, why not forget about Jiang Mo, there are so many girls in the world, and he will always meet someone more suitable for him in the future.

Obviously, he himself knows very well that it is impossible to meet another An An, a second girl who can make his heartbeat suddenly speed up and then stop suddenly...

His heart, on the side of the street in the afterglow of the setting sun, was lost after he met An An who liked to be shy and pout and act coquettishly, and he could never find it again.

He still doesn't know whether he likes An An's face, her hobbies similar to his own, her character, or... simply like this person.

Everything that happened these days seemed so absurd, it was like a bloody plot in a TV series, but it actually happened to him.

He didn't know if he could accept the fact that An An was actually An Chengfeng, and he didn't know if that person would live well without him.

But he knew that without An An, it was as if his soul had been taken out of his body, and he lived like a walking corpse. There would never be such a warm and touching smile in his world...

Even when I met An Chengfeng outside the door just now, his first reaction was not "Why is he here", but "How is he doing recently? He seems to have lost a lot of weight, and the dark circles under his eyes have become heavier. Faint bloodshot..."

Jiang Mo seemed to understand something at once, closed his eyes, and then opened them suddenly.

Here, An Chengfeng was teaching Jiang Xuan how to play across grades. With a "snap", the door was pushed open from the outside, and it hit the wall with a "bang", which scared An Chengfeng and Jiang Xuan. The body couldn't stop shaking.

After seeing who came, An Chengfeng was at a loss, and Jiang Xuan was depressed.

"Second brother! This is my room! Do you know that you have to knock on the door before entering a lady's room! Hmph!" Jiang Xuan crossed her arms like a little adult, pouted her mouth angrily, and stared viciously. Jiang Mo took a look.

Jiang Mo ignored him, almost without hesitation, walked over a few steps and pulled An Chengfeng's arm hard, and after pulling him up from the bench, he didn't let go, and pulled him out of Jiang Xuan's room.

After walking to the door of his room, before An Chengfeng could react, he pushed the person in again, causing An Chengfeng to stagger, followed him in, and closed the door behind his back.

He held An Chengfeng's wrist tightly, pressed him against the door, and looked at him with slightly squinted eyes, his eyes were very strange.

The two of them were very close, and their breaths were even intertwined. An Chengfeng had never seen Jiang Mo like this before, so he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"Jiang...Jiang Mo, what are you doing?" An Chengfeng tried to struggle, but to no avail. After Jiang Mo noticed his movement, his strength became stronger.

An Chengfeng shrank his neck in fear, and murmured: "You...you hurt me."

The place where the wrist was held was already flushed, and blue marks might be left.

Jiang Mo didn't answer his words, and didn't let go, just looked at him quietly for a long time.