single sickness

Such obvious nonsense, Xiang Mo did not believe that anyone would take it seriously.

In fact, the man in front of him did show an expression of disbelief, but the anger in his expression seemed to be even stronger.

Xiang Mo followed his gaze and looked at his waist, only to see Du Chi's hands resting there casually, not in the way of pretending, but in fact, through the fabric, with himself. The curve of the loin is close fitting.

"How is it possible?" The man took a few deep breaths, stared at Du Chi, his eyes were full of grievances, "Didn't you say you don't know how to fall in love with others?"

Inexplicably, he became a tool man, and Xiang Mo stayed in Du Chi's arms, neither moving nor not moving for a while.

Thinking that he would have to deal with the person upstairs later, if he didn't show face at this time, it would be difficult to get along with the neighbors in the future, so he hesitated for a moment, and finally relaxed, letting Du Chi hug him.

It's just that in the center of the storm, he still has the expression of a passerby, like an old man going for a walk in the park, idly watching the ping pong ball go back and forth between the two young people.

"You still know?" Du Chi asked back, with a little impatience in his tone, "Then what do you mean by insisting that I be with you?"

The old man originally didn't want to care about young people's affairs, but he really had nothing to do, so he had to analyze the current situation in boredom.

It seems that Du Chi is also single, he only cares about his kidneys but not his heart. The two should have agreed not to talk about their relationship, but the other party failed to control the boundaries.

——Why is it similar to the situation of him and Tan Song?

No, Tan Song is a measured person, it is absolutely impossible to stage this kind of drama with him.Perhaps there was an emotional entanglement between the two that he didn't know about.

Or, Du Chi said that not dating someone was just an excuse for refusing, but that person failed to understand this level and wanted to work harder.

Still too young.Xiang Mo sighed in his heart.

Life is so beautiful, time is so precious, how hard is it to think about it, and you have to fall in love?

"I..." The man choked, his thoughts must have been confused, and he pointed his finger at Xiang Mo inexplicably, "Then why him? What's so good about him?"

It seems that he still listened to Du Chi's nonsense.

What good can the old man do?Of course, the old man is happy to help others.Xiang Mo thought to himself boredly.

"Oh, he's an artist." Du Chi lazily glanced at the quiet Xiang Mo in his arms, "I just like artists."

Xiang Mo found out that when Du Chi's sentence appeared in a casual "oh", that was when he was talking nonsense.Obviously artist is a commendatory term, but somehow it came out of Du Chi's mouth, and Xiang Mo always felt that it was meant to be ridiculed.

Maybe it's the aftermath of a porn artist.

"What artist? I can also—"

"Enough, Ye Xing." Du Chi interrupted the man, "It's getting late, go back and rest."

Generally speaking, Xiang Mo felt that Du Chi was more humane than him.If Tan Song was stalking him, he would only offer a blackmail package, and would not be patient enough to persuade him to go back.

"Let's go." Someone grabbed his wrist suddenly, and Xiang Mo heard Du Chi's natural voice, "Go back and look at the room you tidied up."

He said it as if he really wanted to show it to him.

Acting in a full set, Xiang Mo let Du Chi pull him forward. After turning the corner, the world seemed to be completely quiet. Before Xiang Mo could remind him, Du Chi consciously let go of him.

It wasn't until then that Xiang Mo realized that Du Chi was also wearing flip-flops, and the two of them walked back while pulling on the slippers, and the sounds of "pat-pat-pat" came and went, like a tacit night caprice.

Du Chi is tall and has long legs, and his steps are larger, and the frequency of his legs is slower than that of Xiang Mo.Although the pace of the two is not in line, they always keep walking side by side.

"Thank you." After walking away from the corner, Du Chi explained the cause and effect just now, "It's his birthday today, so I insist on giving myself to him."

"You are so cruel to others on your birthday." Xiang Mo answered the words indifferently.

In fact, he doesn't care much about this matter, but there is still some distance from home. Since Du Chi brought it up on his own initiative, he doesn't mind chatting with him.

"I gave him a birthday present." Du Chi shrugged dully, "He's not satisfied."

Xiang Mo guessed that the two should be very familiar, after all, he didn't even know when Tan Song's birthday was.

He didn't answer immediately, maybe because he was afraid that he would think wildly, Du Chi glanced at him lightly, and added: "I'm not a scumbag."

This is not certain.Xiang Mo asked casually, "Didn't you sleep with him before?"

If not, it means that Du Chi is entangled with at least two people;

If so, it means that the emotional entanglement between the two has not been resolved, and Du Chi has a relationship with him.

Neither is a good thing.

"It's just him." Du Chi said, "It's agreed not to talk about feelings, who knows that he will come for real."

Well, Xiang Mo retracted his thoughts just now, it seems that emotional entanglement is an unexpected situation for Du Chi.

Maybe many people can't accept a relationship that only talks about sex but not love, but Xiang Mo thinks it's okay.

Before he and Tan Song became regular bed partners, they both went to the hospital for a physical examination, and they were not as casual as some hookers.

He is taking this matter seriously, and because of this, he will feel annoyed when Tan Song crosses the line.

After all, it is really hard to find a regular bed partner with good physical and mental health and good character.

Since Du Chi's situation is the same as his, he naturally has no position to criticize others.

But then again, he didn't intend to seriously discuss this matter with Du Chi.

"Oh." He imitated Du Chi's casual tone, and finally found a chance for revenge, "Scumbag."

Du Chi stopped, looked at Xiang Mo amusedly and asked, "Are you imitating me?"

Xiang Mo didn't answer any more, because the two had already reached the door of the house.

The pale yellow street lamps shone into the yard, which was a different scene compared to the elegance during the day.The two walked into the house one after the other. They were not too familiar with each other, so there was no need to continue chatting.

The sound of footsteps accompanied by the "squeak" of the wooden stairs startled the third sister who was already asleep.She looked at the two, yawned lazily, and closed her eyes again.

Xiang Mo paid attention to his steps and walked upstairs in the dim light, but at this moment, he suddenly thought of something, looked back at Du Chi behind him and said, "That's right."

"Ok?"

Du Chi was obviously distracted. If Xiang Mo read correctly, the moment he turned his head, Du Chi's eyes were resting on his waist.

The wooden stairs of the old bungalow were narrow and steep, Xiang Mo was in front, and Du Chi was behind. There were only two or three steps between the two of them. As long as Du Chi lowered his eyes slightly, he could see Xiang Mo's waist and buttocks.

"Sketch class on weekends." Xiang Mo didn't pay much attention. The structure of the wooden stairs is such that he can't let people walk up with their eyes closed. "Can you let the students draw your motorcycle?"

"Yes." Du Chi said generously, "Draw whatever you want."

The brush and ink studio is very small, and it only accepts five students on weekdays. On weekends, if there are former students from Xiangmo who come to teach classes, they will receive more students.

Saturday afternoon is the usual advanced sketch class, and Uncle Li came to the studio on time.

Although Xiang Mo arranged for him to sit next to the motorcycle, which was a new background different from the previous ones, some familiar students still complained, "Why are you drawing Uncle Li again?"

"What's wrong with painting me?" Uncle Li sat upright on the bench and straightened the tie in front of his neck, "I think back when I was filming commercials, it was—"

"Feng, Mi, Quan, Guo." The students interrupted him in unison.

"Hmph, it's good to know."

Although he is nearly seventy years old, Uncle Li is still tall and straight, with a gentlemanly look on his body. Just sitting there, he fits the temperament of an old bungalow.

But the student's complaints were not unreasonable. He had indeed been a model for Xiang Mo for a long time. Not only was the student tired of drawing, but even Xiang Mo found out that he had figured out how many sets of clothes there were in Uncle Li's closet.

"Teacher Xiang, why don't you let the students draw you next time?"

After the class was over, Meng Yun chatted with Xiang Mo while packing up her painting tools.

She used to be a student of Xiang Mo, but now she is a freelance illustrator. When there are many people on weekends, she will occasionally come to help Xiang Mo take classes.

She was the one who posted Mo Zheng's face painting in the circle of friends before.

"How can I go to class as a model?" Xiang Mo arranged the messy chairs, looked at Meng Yun on a whim and asked, "Or do you sacrifice?"

"I can't sit for three hours." Meng Yun quickly refused, "But I really can consider changing models, I was Uncle Li when I was in class, you don't have to look at him, you can just ask me to draw him out of thin air. "

Xiang Mo said: "That's because your level is good."

Although he said so, in fact, Xiang Mo also felt that, after all, he was open for business, so he had to take care of the students' feelings.Originally, drawing is a boring thing, and it is also important to maintain interest.

After closing the studio, Xiang Mo returned to the room and turned on the computer.

It's been a long time since he wrote anything, he watched the cursor of the document flicker for a while, and then he pressed the keyboard slowly——

recruitment model

Requirements: Gender is not limited, the age is over 18 years old, with obvious personal characteristics, and can sit still for more than three hours.

Price: 100 yuan/hour

and many more.

Xiang Mo suddenly felt something was wrong, the model is a human being, how can the word "price" be used?It's like some unscrupulous transaction.

He deleted the word "price" and changed it to "salary". He thought it was a bit simple, and added a sentence: the salary of those who are particularly outstanding can be negotiated.

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