little beast

Shen Chengan was in a pretty good mood.

Even if he was finally kicked out by Sheng Shuangxu, he still enjoyed the current situation very much.

Qiu Baifeng seldom sees his boss smiling, Shen Chengan is always gloomy, he seems to have no interest in anything and looks depressed—Qiu Baifeng quietly looked at Shen Chengan's expression, he grasped the steering wheel, and glanced at him from the corner of his eye. Shen Chengan's high nose bridge and raised mouth corners.

Sheng Shuangxu is really a miraculous man.Qiu Baifeng thought, perhaps only Teacher Sheng in this world could make Shen Chengan show this expression.

When passing by the bank, Qiu Baifeng stepped on the brake.

He has never dealt with his personal affairs during working hours, but all this can be blamed on Shen Chengan, who is rebellious. His boss's absence last night completely disrupted his plans, causing him to make some small mistakes at this time. .

"Boss, I have some personal matters..." Qiu Baifeng said guiltily, "Can you wait for me for a few minutes?"

Shen Chengan was in a good mood, he would not interfere with his secretary, even though he did not understand Qiu Baifeng's purpose in going to the bank.

Shen Chengan waved his hand, and Qiu Baifeng took out a bank card from his backpack, and ran out quickly.

Shen Chengan turned on his phone, began to ponder over his sentences, and sent a text message to his teacher.

【Teacher, is your body still hurting?Remember to take medicine. 】

It was rare for Shen Chengan to feel that something was wrong when he wrote this sentence. His teacher had a very thin skin, and if he spoke too bluntly, he would jump up and grab his arm like a cat.

Shen Chengan deleted this sentence word by word, and typed another line.

【Teacher, I haven't cooked for a long time. I tasted it myself. It shouldn't taste bad. Have you eaten well? 】

Shen Chengan pressed send.

He knew that when he only sent a single message, Sheng Shuangxu would most likely not want to reply to him, so he didn't find it annoying anyway, so he wanted to send a few more.

【You are too thin, I can crush you with one hand, you need to eat to be stronger. 】

Shen Chengan didn't know where he learned the words, he just instinctively sent out all his thoughts, regardless of whether Sheng Shuangxu was happy to listen to it or not.

He knew that his teacher was always soft-hearted and wouldn't block him.

【I miss you so much. 】

[If you don't reply to me, I'll keep sending it to you. 】

After a while, Sheng Shuangxu seemed to have just finished reading a few messages from Shen Chengan, and replied slowly: 【The food was so bad, I threw it away. 】

Shen Cheng'an: 【#狗狗咱哭# Really? 】

Shen Chengan's emoticons were still learned from Qiu Baifeng. According to Qiu Baifeng, a suitable expression can make a person look cute and smooth, so Shen Chengan misappropriated all the emoticons in Qiu Baifeng's phone—in fact, he doesn't have much to say about cats and dogs. He doesn't like small animals, any small animals will only annoy him, and there is no difference between them in his eyes.

He is an extremely indifferent and selfish person, but he doesn't mind sending a picture of a cute crying dog to try to get Sheng Shuangxu's care.

It's a pity that even with the blessing of the dog's expression, Sheng Shuangxu ignored him.

Shen Chengan stared helplessly at the unresponsive phone screen, until it shut down automatically, and he tapped to turn it on again.

Sure enough, it was reasonable for him not to like small animals, Shen Chengan thought stubbornly and paranoidly, it was because his teacher obviously didn't like them.

Qiu Baifeng hadn't come back for a while, Shen Chengan clicked on the pictures in the album, and was about to delete them, when the sound of vigorously slapping the car window interrupted his movements abruptly.

Shen Chengan raised his head, and met a pair of cloudy eyes that belonged to an old white man.

The person who came was not Chinese, he was slovenly, unshaven, and his eyes were blurred and confused. He was staring at Shen Chengan's face through the window. He slapped the window heavily and shouted "helpme".

Shen Chengan froze his body, he bluntly scanned the face of the visitor, his throat choked.

The man squinted his turbid eyes that could no longer be turbid, and the thick panting fog in his nasal cavity covered a small piece of glass in front of him. This time he didn't yell anymore, but instead grinned, and said in English by mouthing: "I remember you."

"Mixed blood little gay."

The blood on Shen Chengan's body was congealed to the soles of his feet, and he slammed the car door - an old white woman tried to grab the old man's arm, but Shen Chengan couldn't care less, he kicked at the old man who was fat and fat The man's body was like a deflated ball, and when he leaned back, he collapsed on the limestone ground.

He was not young anymore, he couldn't resist the strong and strong Shen Chengan at all, and he didn't have the consciousness of struggle, he just talked nonsense.

"Scissors..." the man wailed, "The bastard stabbed me with scissors, it hurts!"

Anger had already made Shen Chengan lose his mind, he clenched the man's neckline tightly, picked up his dirty and messy head with one hand, and punched him in the face.

The conversations of passers-by and women's exclamations intertwined and turned into noisy noises pouring into Shen Chengan's ears. Everything was so chaotic. The gay video played was mixed with the sizzle of electric current passing through the machine, and the footsteps of men wearing hoods moving step by step.

The 26-year-old Shen Cheng'an seemed to be back to the beginning, except that he didn't have scissors and chains in his hands, but he was no longer a frail boy. His adult hands, which were pinching the old man, were showing veins and tightened little by little.

The haze in his heart had already been stabbed by him with scissors—this man should have died a long time ago, killed by his own hands, he shouldn't stand here, stand in China, and go crazy to Shen Chengan.

A familiar feeling of nausea rose from Shen Chengan's stomach, and he subconsciously wanted to cover his mouth, but his hands were still tightly wrapped around the old man's neck, he couldn't pull them away, all the cells in his body were clamoring to kill the person in front of him .

It seemed that someone was pulling his shoulders and arms, but Shen Chengan had lost his sense of the outside world. He couldn't see the old man's face clearly. The man's face had turned into a headgear with Shao Qing's photo printed on it. Shen Chengan's ears were only surrounded by homosexuals. With the piercing sound of the film, he only has a sense of touch in his fingers, and in a trance, the pulse under his fingers has become weaker and weaker.

At this moment, the ringtone of the text message suddenly plunged into Shen Chengan's confused brain.

The noisy sounds of gay movies were broken one by one by this bunch of bells, and it became the last sliver of clarity to awaken Shen Chengan.

His teacher texted him back.

Shen Chengan shivered and pulled away his hand. He was still riding on the unconscious man. At this moment, there were many passers-by watching around him. When the mobile phone was on the ground, the dense crowd seemed to be torn a gap by his arm, avoiding his fingers one after another.

He dropped the phone with a crack running through the screen, and the news of Sheng Shuangxu bounced on the screen saver.

Shen Chengan rubbed the small dialog box with his fingertips.

Sheng Shuangxu said: [I don't want to talk to you. 】

[But this puppy is very cute. 】

The author says:

I haven't updated recently because of physical reasons. The situation is not bad recently. I should be able to update normally next week, but I can't control my state, so everyone can gather together