After catching the wrong person, he was entangled by the little wild cat

While ouching, Shen Yi glanced at Cen Mo with the tip of his eyes, seeing a row of small teeth marks from the other party biting his lower lip, and finally sat back with a sullen face.

He took a puff of cigarette happily, and licked the cat to get it.

It turns out to eat soft but not hard.

He got it.

Passed a cigarette, Cen Mo shook his head and refused, and reminded: "I don't smoke, and this is a public place."

Shen Yi put out the cigarette in the ashtray indifferently: "If you don't like it, I won't smoke it."

If it sounds nice, just open your mouth and come.

Cen Mo fell silent.

Shen Yi didn't say anything else, he ordered a can of beer, and drank it on his own while observing Cen Mo.

If he didn't know that it was a living person, he might even think it was a sculpture. Looking at his empty eyes, he might be lost again.

Foolishly.

The dishes came up one after another, Shen Yi was also a little hungry, so he picked up a piece of pork ribs with sauce.

"It tastes good, try it." He graciously picked a piece for Cen Mo.

"Thank you."

Shen Yi saw that he had put a whole piece of ribs into his mouth, his cheeks were puffed up, and the little wild cat turned into a little hamster.

Shen Yi looked at it curiously, thinking that if he could be so fleshy, he must be cuter.

After moving his mouth a few times, he spit out a piece of clean bone.

Shen Yi: "How does it taste?"

Cen Mo licked his lower lips, his thin lips were oily: "It's delicious."

This answer made Shen Yi happy, and it aroused his desire to feed more than anything good.

"Eat more if it tastes good." He put the plate directly on Cen Mo's side.

Cen Mo glanced at him, and with the other hand on his leg, his trouser leg was wrinkled.

He actually had dinner with Shen Yi.

And the other party added food to him.

He hastily lowered his gaze again, buried his head in his meal, for fear of being exposed.

Shen Yi's appetite is not big, he tasted a few mouthfuls of each dish, and ate half a piece of beef pie, and he was basically full.

He had just put down his chopsticks, and Cen Mo, who was eating on the other side without raising his head, finally raised his head.

Staring at the chopsticks that Shen Yi put down, she put down the chopsticks after finishing her plate.

Shen Yi is drinking the second can of beer: "Just this little?"

Cen Mo glanced at the ribs piled up into a hill, and blinked in shock, for he had eaten so much without noticing.

With a straight face in embarrassment: "More than you can eat."

"I drank, wouldn't the rest be wasted? What a pity..."

Shen Yi sighed: "It's not good to waste food, but what should I do if I can't eat more? It would be great if someone can eat more."

Cen Mo looked at more than half of the dishes left, his family never had leftovers, and he always ate clean when he ate out.

Now it looks like these dishes are going to be wasted like this.

Distressed.

The hand holding the leg loosened a little bit: "I, I can eat some more..."

Shen Yi's goal was achieved, and he pretended to say: "Ah, then you can eat some more, as long as you are full, don't overeat, it will be uncomfortable if you are full."

Cen Mo nodded.

Then began his performance.

Shen Yi drank slowly at first, but gradually forgot about it, and stared dumbfounded at Cen Mo's plateful of dishes, and there was not even a side dish left.

Their staple food is beef pie, a serving of five, not to be exaggerated, that one can be as big as his face.

Cut a knife in the middle, divide one into two, and he ate half of one.

Now the remaining half of the dish was also taken away by Cen Mo.

He looked at Cen Mo, who was silent and devoured the pie in a few bites, and then at the dish with only a little oil left on the table.

This is too edible.

Then how can he be so thin?

This appetite has caught up with his two days.

Cen Mo blushed, wiped his mouth clean and took another sip of water, his tone full of satisfaction: "I'm full."

As soon as he raised his eyes, Shen Yi on the opposite side swayed in a daze, his eyes were also squinted, and there was still a silly smile on his face, holding a beer can in his hand, looking like he was drunk.

He blinked dumbly.

Shen Yi knocked the beer can on the table: "Well - what did you say?" The voices were deliberately connected together, sticky.

Sneaking inwardly, he is a professional pretending to be drunk.

He has countless drinking games every day, and drinking commercially is different from being with friends, so when he doesn't want to drink, he will pretend to be drunk.

Over the past few years, this skill can be said to have been perfected.

"Are you drunk?" Cen Mo asked tentatively, looking at the two beer cans.

Just this amount of alcohol?

"I'm not drunk!" Shen Yi suddenly raised his hand, holding up the beer can in his hand: "I'm not drunk, come, drink—"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his head on the table.

The guests at the nearby tables all looked over, Cen Mo had no choice but to go over and help Shen Yi up.

Shen Yi staggered and leaned on him, very shamelessly, put all her weight on it, and put her head on the crest of his neck, giggling: "Changing, changing places to drink?"

The heat of speaking brushed over Cen Mo's earlobe, and he saw goose bumps on his neck.

Shen Yi squinted his sober and bright eyes, observing Cen Mo's reaction.

Sensitive enough.

He glanced at his stomach again, and sure enough it was a little bulging, which was interesting and made him want to poke it twice.

Cen Mo grabbed Shen Yi's arm that was on his shoulder with one hand, and wrapped his arm around his waist with the other. He could feel the tightness of the muscles under his hand through his clothes.

It was not easy to drag this drunk who was half a head taller than him and twice his size to the checkout counter.

"Check out." The cashier quickly reported the bill: "Hello, the total is 638 yuan. Is there any member?"

When Cen Mo heard the price, he gasped. Five dishes plus a few pies cost more than 600!

I knew I would not eat it.

With more than 600, he can make a full banquet by himself.

Shen Yi, a prodigal son, even if he has money, he can't spend it like this.

Letting go of his sinking mind, he touched the wallet in his trouser pocket, but there was only 125 yuan in his bag.

"No members."

"Then do you want to get one? It's free to apply for a card, and you can recharge 1000 yuan at a time. Now I can give you a [-]% discount."

"Need not."

"Well, the total is 638 yuan, cash or credit card?"

Shen Yi is still pretending to be drunk, guessing when he will ask her for money.

He waited and waited, and Cen Mo took out all the money in his wallet: "I'm sorry, I only have 125 yuan here. I put this person here, and I will go back to get the money now."

Shen Yi: This person refers to him?

right?

Cashier: The two cashiers looked at Shen Yi in a blink of an eye. It's not like they haven't met Bawang Meal before, and some people said they were holding things under pressure, but they either pressed their ID cards, or pressed their watches and mobile phones.

It's the first time I've met someone who's pressing someone, and it's such a handsome guy in a suit and leather shoes who looks like he's definitely not short of money.

The front desk manager came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cen Mo: "I..."

"Ah..." Shen Yi stretched his waist pretentiously, interrupting Cen Mo, this guy's brain circuit is not normal.

He regarded himself as a rich man to be dead.

Let him continue talking, and Shen Yi will lose all face in his life.

He looked around in a daze: "Ah, check out after eating, right?"

He took out his wallet from his butt pocket and pulled out his bank card: "Well, swipe the card."

The cashier quickly swiped the card.

When Shen Yi put the card back, he couldn't put it back no matter what, he looked completely drunk, so Cen Mo had to help him put it away.

After leaving the hotel, Shen Yi couldn't drive anymore in this state.

Cen Mo: "Do you want to call a substitute driver? Or what?"

Shen Yi lay on him: "I want to go home, my head hurts so much, please take me home..."

Shen Peacock is not only good at fighting with his screen open, but he is also good at acting like a baby.

Cen Mo saw that he couldn't explain clearly with a drunk, and he couldn't drive, so he had no choice but to hail a taxi, put Shen Yi in it, and followed him.

Shen suggested that he come up, and immediately tilted his head and leaned over.

Cen Mo pushed him twice but did not push him away. He glanced at the driver in the rearview mirror: "Where is your home?"

"Well, my home is..."

"At Shanghu International."

The driver heard that this is a really rich man, and that is the place with the highest land price in the whole city. How to say, that piece of house is what you had when you were born. If you don’t have it when you are about to be born, you probably won’t have it in this life. .

The car was moving forward steadily, Shen Yi hugged Cen Mo's arm, humming from time to time.

Cen Mo tilted his head and looked out the car window, not daring to move at all, Shen Yi, who could only watch from afar, was hugging him.

He decided that he would take the time to go to the mountain to worship the Bodhisattva and thank him.

After finally getting to the place, he dragged Shen Yi out of the car, looked at the villa with a yard in front of him, and thought of his 43-square-meter home.

They are not just two types of people, they are people from two worlds.

The frog will be amazed by the sky over the mouth of the well, and a cloud will pass by, but the eagle will have the endless sky.

"Where's the key?" Cen Mo withdrew his thoughts.

Shen Yi usually uses fingerprint locks, but there are also keys, which he also carries.

"In, in the trouser pocket."

His head rested on Cen Mo's shoulder, and his broad shoulders blocked Cen Mo's sight.

Cen Mo could only touch his trouser pockets based on his feeling.

The corner of Shen Yi's mouth curled into a smirk: "The trouser pocket is not here."

He muttered and grabbed Cen Mo's hand, strapped it left and right, and pressed it on the little peacock on purpose.

Cen Mo didn't realize it at first, thought it was his trouser pocket, and tried to pick it twice.

Shen Yi snorted.

The little peacock almost spread its wings and took off.

Cen Mo's hands froze suddenly, and he could even feel the heat through the thin fabric.

As if he was burned, he withdrew his hand back.

Shen Yi: Is this how you reacted?

too stupid.

Cen Mo's five fingers remained in the same state as they had just twitched, and he couldn't believe what he had touched. His whole body seemed to be struck by lightning but not burnt, but gradually turned red.

Shen Yi didn't want to stand guard with him here, so she took out the key by herself: "Isn't this the key?"

"Go home and sleep." He dragged the frozen Cen Mo inside.

After stumbling, the two finally entered the house. The bright lights brought Cen Mo back to his senses, a little panicked.

Only then did Shen Yi clearly see that the person in his arms seemed to have been smeared with a layer of rouge, turning into a delicate and charming little pink flower.

Before the little pink flower turned into a little red flower, she turned around and was about to run away.

Shen Yi acted all night, abducted the man home, how could he just let him go, quickly lay down on the ground, knocked the floor tiles with his feet and made a noise, and then screamed: "Ah——"

Cen Mo stopped running.

The author says:

Shen Peacock: I took this little wild cat seriously.

Cen Xiaomao: In a sense, I "handled" you.