single sickness

Not long after Aunt Zhou left, Xiang Mo received an unfamiliar call.

The notification of the incoming call didn't show "harassing call", so he didn't think much about answering it, but it turned out that the person on the other end of the call was Qian Kun.

"Baby, have you received the flowers?"

After glancing at the nine fresh red roses on the table, and at the students who were serious about painting, Xiang Mo came to the small courtyard outside the studio and replied in a flat tone: "Got it."

He didn't correct the baby's name anymore because he realized that it was useless to correct him, and he didn't want to do any more useless work.In Qian Kun's eyes, his behavior seemed to be tacit consent, as if the red roses he sent had played their due role.

"Do you like it?" Qian Kun's tone sounded quite brisk, "If you like it, I'll—"

"I don't like it." Xiang Mo interrupted Qian Kun casually, "Is there anything else?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone, as if trying to adjust his mood.

According to Xiang Mo's understanding of Qian Kun, Qian Kun really doesn't like a hot face with a cold butt.A leader-type personality like him is used to being obeyed by others, but whenever others show the slightest "disobedience", he will become hostile and even aggressive.

Perhaps it would be a good idea to anger Qian Kun.

In this way, Qian Kun would not still have unrealistic fantasies about Xiang Mo.

However, after the long silence ended, the expected anger did not appear. Qian Kun said in a normal tone: "Fang He will hold an art exhibition this weekend. It is a painter you like. Do you want to go see it together?"

It seems that after three years, Qian Kun has changed a lot, becoming more flexible.Xiang Mo was so indifferent to him, he was not annoyed at all.

"No." Xiang Mo still didn't respond, "I have nothing else to do and I'll hang up first."

The two bouquets of red roses were finally thrown into the trash can. It's a pity that Aunt Zhou packed them so beautifully.

During dinner, Xiang Mo was busy with his mobile phone. He and Du Chi often did this in the past. Although they sat at the same table for dinner, they did not interfere with each other most of the time.

But today was different. Du Chi picked up a piece of steamed pork ribs and put it into the ink bowl, and asked casually, "Is the phone so good-looking?"

"Huh?" Xiang Mo bit his chopsticks, looked up from his phone, and looked at Du Chi who was sitting opposite him, "Fang He has an art exhibition this weekend, and I'm looking at the opening time."

"No accidents, ten in the morning and six in the evening." Du Chi said, "Do you want to see it?"

Xiang Mo slid the phone page to the bottom, it was really ten in the morning and six in the evening.A trace of strangeness flashed in his heart, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He put down his phone and said, "I'm thinking about it."

The works in this exhibition come from a foreign painter who is very good at playing with space. Each of his works is like a Mobius ring, which creates a visual illusion for people and looks very interesting.

Thinking that Du Chi probably didn't know him, Xiang Mo didn't intend to introduce him at all, but Du Chi reported a name and asked, "Do you like his works?"

"How do you know?" Xiang Mo was taken aback, and then added, "I mean, how do you know it's his painting exhibition?"

"Someone in my circle of friends will post Fang He's promotional poster." Du Chi said.

I see.People who study design also have something to do with art, and it is not surprising that people in the circle of friends have an intersection with Fang He.

"Did you go to my art exhibition like this before?" Xiang Mo asked again.

"Yes." Du Chi said with a smile, "As expected of a pornographic artist."

Xiang Mo: "..."

There should be no mention of his own art exhibition.

Du Chi rested his elbows on the dining table, and suddenly asked Xiang Mo, "Do you dislike me calling you an artist?"

Only then did Xiang Mo realize that Du Chi had already finished his dinner when he was picking up the ribs for him, and was just waiting for him.

In the past, the two of them would not be so considerate of each other. Whoever finished eating first would leave first. Even though they were sitting at the same table, they each had their own rhythm.

Xiang Mo was somewhat unaccustomed to such subtle changes, but he still didn't want Du Chi to wait too long, so he speeded up unconsciously.

"You still know?" He picked up the last piece of ribs and started chewing them intently.

"I don't know." Du Chi tilted his head and looked at Mo Fan, "You don't let me bite you, but your body cooperates very well. You don't let me kiss you, but you want to kiss me when you climax."

Speaking of this, Du Chi gave two "tsk tsk", looked at Xiang Mo with a complicated expression, and said, "It's really hard to guess the artist's mind."

Hearing these words, Xiang Mo gnawed on the ribs and almost choked.To be honest, he admits that he is a little bit difficult to serve, but from Du Chi's mouth, how can he make him look like a heinous villain?

"You still make me responsible for you." Du Chi frowned, "Then you are responsible for me?"

Xiang Mo felt strange: "Why am I not responsible to you?"

She was squeezed to the brim last night, so what else do you want from him?

"Look at you." Du Chi said, "Talking while gnawing on ribs, do you have the nerve to make me pay attention to my figure?"

Realizing that Du Chi was talking about image management, Xiang Mo bit his ribs and his ears turned red.

He usually doesn't talk while eating at all, but now he is doing this to keep this stinky dog ​​from waiting too long.

He swallowed the food in his mouth, and glared at Du Chi unhappily: "Don't talk to me when eating from now on."

After saying this, Xiang Mo lowered his gaze, but didn't see the faint smile on the corner of Du Chi's mouth.

Recently, the time when Du Chi took Sanmao out for a walk was getting later and later, because when he just finished eating, the old bungalow was still very hot in the sun.

It was the same today, after Xiang Mo cleaned up the kitchen, the sun outside the window was just about to set.When he came out of the kitchen, he happened to meet Du Chi leading Sanmao downstairs, so he asked casually, "Just going out?"

Du Chi's voice sounded at the same time: "Go for a walk?"

Xiang Mo didn't have the habit of going out for a walk after dinner, but it's not like he didn't go out for a walk with Sanmao at this time.After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Okay."

Sanmao's favorite place is the small park near the old bungalow. Every evening, there will be many neighbors who come here to walk their dogs, and many of them lead little bitches.

Even though he has been neutered and has no balls, Sanmao still likes to play with little bitches.

Du Chi handed the dog leash to Xiang Mo, and the two walked side by side, along the path under the sycamore tree, to the park. Xiang Mo was in charge of watching San Mao not to bully the little bitch, while Du Chi was in charge of talking with the neighbors. chat.

Although they are Corgis who are similar in appearance, Du Chi can tell which ones are just "flowers" and which ones are just "dots".Most of the neighbors knew Sanmao, including the one Xiang Mo met when he came out to walk Sanmao before, and said to him warmly: "So you are a family."

Strictly speaking, it wasn't, but Xiang Mo didn't bother to explain.Du Chi is responsible for socializing. He only needs to blow the air, take a walk, and keep Sanmao under control.

The hesitation before going out became an unnecessary worry. Xiang Mo thought he would not like the feeling of breaking the habit, but in fact, he felt fine after coming out with Du Chi. Well worth the time.

On the way back, Xiang Mo returned the dog leash to Du Chi.Sanmao always likes to smell the little bitch's butt, and he is a little tired from holding it.

The two of them walked back slowly with the evening breeze blowing, and as they approached their small courtyard, Xiang Mo saw that familiar figure at the gate of the courtyard again.

"Baby, why didn't you answer my phone?"

Qian Kun took the initiative to meet them, and stopped in front of the two of them.He was a bit shorter than Du Chi, but his straight suit gave him an elite atmosphere, and he was even better than the lazy Du Chi in terms of momentum.

Xiang Mo didn't take his mobile phone with him when he went out, so he didn't deliberately not answer the phone.He didn't want to explain, but was about to ask Qian Kun what he was doing again, when Qian Kun suddenly turned to Du Chi and said, "Hi, I heard from my baby that you are his neighbor."

Even a fool can see that Qian Kun is taking an oath of sovereignty.Xiang Mo pursed his lips tightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

Du Chi next to him didn't respond, he looked at Xiang Mo leisurely and asked, "Am I your neighbor?"

According to the two people's preparations, Xiang Mo should reply at this time: No, you are my husband.

But he moved his lips, and he couldn't say the word "husband".

——Although he had mentioned this word in front of students before, he had never called anyone husband seriously.

He turned his head to look at Du Chi, and signaled with his eyes: How about you say it?

Du Chi raised his eyebrows, and replied with his eyes: he can solve his own affairs by himself.

Logically speaking, Du Chi is just a tool man, how to use tools should be Xiang Mo's business.If Xiang Mo himself is not willing to stand up, then the tool has no reason to stand up.

Xiang Mo pursed his lips, took a deep breath, looked at Qian Kun and said slowly, "He, he is..."

"Isn't he your neighbor?" Qian Kun asked.

"He is me..." Still unable to say those two words, he looked at Du Chi as if asking Mo for help.

Perhaps because of the tacit understanding, Xiang Mo's self-confidence came from nowhere, and he always felt that Du Chi would definitely rescue him.However, Du Chi just glanced at him lightly, and said coldly: "I am his neighbor."

After speaking, he led Sanmao back to the small courtyard.

Xiang Mo stood there in a daze, watching Du Chi's leaving back, and reacted belatedly——

Is this smelly dog ​​angry?

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Xiang Mo: How is this different from what was agreed?

Du Chi: Oh.