Slag Gong accuses Bai Yueguang of being chaotic and abandoned

Hong Ershao is a scumbag, and the female companions around him are often changed, but when no one dares to be with Hong Ershao, they should still mess with other people.

Besides, there is no need for this, Er Shao's interest in people is only a week old, and it's not that Yehuo can't hold on.

Especially this guy is not stingy with women at all, he is always willing to spend money, rich and dedicated, he only messes with one a week.This is not a gold master, it is clearly a rare real boyfriend.

Even after breaking up with him, he can still make women miss him endlessly. Most of them are women who rub against him. It is said that he is still alive and well. Those who don't care about money want to have another night with him!

Wait, it seems that I heard that there is a woman who is the king of the sea, and after she wants to catch the second young master to become his girlfriend, she still sleeps with several other rich second generations behind her back!

What happened in the end?It seems that I haven't shown up in their circle again, I don't know if I'm dead or alive!After that, it seems that this guy is even more taboo?

San Piguang thought about it, and suddenly his back began to feel hairy.He was still eating melons, but now he felt as if the melons were bloody, and he saw that Hong Shao was making fun of him. Now that he was standing in such an obvious position, would he be splashed with blood?

No one spoke on the other end of the phone for a long time, and the crackling seemed to be the sound of typing on a keyboard.Sanpi yelled twice, only to find that the phone was hung up!

Well, Sanpi can be sure.After eating sweet and thirst-quenching watermelon for so long, this time he ate it with blood in it!

Why Mo Xiaofeng and Li Yan would go out on a date, it has to start with Li Yan, a pippi shrimp.

Mo Xiaofeng agreed to stay with him for a while, so Li Yan naturally wouldn't waste his time.

What's the fun in the theater, the two of them were not just chatting on the bed under the quilt, he said he wanted Mo Xiaofeng to accompany him to go out for a stroll.

Mo Xiaofeng frowned and refused decisively.

The reason he came back was because there was a warehouse downstairs in Qingping, and if his uncle needed something, he could immediately put on armor and go out in command, and the outside would violate the meaning of the original intention, otherwise, why would he come back? His little wolf dog couldn't bear him Leaving, crying and crying, he still hasn't coaxed him well!

But Mo Xiaofeng underestimated Li Yan's ability to sell miserably, this guy was tearing up with aggrieved eyes and was pulling Mo Xiaofeng's sleeve again.

"Brother Xiaofeng, we agreed!"

Mo Xiaofeng rubbed the center of his brows, his mind was exhausted by his fuss, so he couldn't help explaining to Li Yan in a soft tone.

"No way, my uncle is out on errands, so I have to watch the building for him."

When Li Yan choked, he immediately remembered a smiling face. Compared with Mo Xiaofeng's little boyfriend, his uncle had existed for much longer.After such a calculation, his position seems to have to go back a row!

"Then... let's go to Taikoo Li next door, right? This is the head office? Brother Xiaofeng, it's almost ten o'clock now, and it's only a few hours if you're full..."

Mo Xiaofeng rubbed his brows and didn't answer immediately. He remembered that under the skating rink on the third floor of Taikoo Li, his uncle also set up a warehouse. The things were no more miscellaneous than here, and most of them were heavy workers. mechanical.

But it’s no problem to have a set of travel equipment. There are garages there. The most important thing is that there is an apron on the top floor of Taikoo Li. If you want to dispatch it, it may be faster than Qingping Building.

Mo Xiaofeng raised his head again and met Li Yan's eyes. His eyes were full of thoughts, and he suddenly remembered that there was something he needed to talk to this guy about.

Mo Xiaofeng agreed, and Li Yan's whole body seemed to welcome the spring day in the cold winter, the light in his eyes was as bright as the bright sunshine outside the window.

Mo Xiaofeng tugged at the sleeves that had been pulled down by him, took out a set of everyday clothes from the closet, put them on his wrists, and turned around to say something to him.

"I still have something to do before I go out, and it may be delayed for 15 minutes. If you feel bored, just have a cup of tea in the lobby downstairs."

How could Li Yan be willing to leave after entering Mo Xiaofeng's "boudoir"? Besides, he had listened to those babbling operas downstairs. He accompanied his grandfather for countless times when he was a child. Looking at Feng Qiqi in the room was very happy.

"It's too noisy, I'll just sit here and wait for you. I happened to reply some messages, I lost contact all night."

Mo Xiaofeng hesitated for a moment, he has always been a person who likes to draw a clear line with others.He is not used to how many people step into the private area, but after thinking about it, there seem to be quite a lot of people who have come here recently, and it seems that Li Yan is not bad, and he really doesn't have anything here, so he nodded after thinking about it up.

"Don't move things around. Some equipment uses live ammunition. Be careful not to hurt yourself."

Mo Xiaofeng was worried and gave some advice, and then hurried out without forgetting to lock the door behind him.

He had to go to the small warehouse downstairs to check with [Ting Ting] again on the situation of his uncle, and by the way, he also had to load and unload some unnecessary equipment, and prepared a plan for combat trips at any time.

Li Yan was the only one left in the room. At this moment, he put away his previous sinful countenance of Qi Qiran, and began to look through Mo Xiaofeng's things with great interest.

Li Yan's perfect figure was reflected in the mirror. He smoothed out his wine-red curly hair and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, like a fox out of tricks.

He raised his hand and opened the closet and turned his head to look inside, with casual but careful eyes, inexplicably, he had the impression that his girlfriend in a long-distance relationship suddenly came over by air, and was secretly checking the bedroom in his boyfriend's room!

A row of costumes hung in the closet. Li Yan had seen it before, and he wore Mo Xiaofeng's on his upper body. He was really not interested in this thing. He closed the door of the cabinet and opened the other side.

This room is Mo Xiaofeng's daily clothes, shirts and trousers, the style is very monotonous, arranged by color at a glance, there is nothing out of the ordinary.

And Li Yan didn't want to see these, I flipped through them casually, and there was no one else's clothes except Mo Xiaofeng's.

Li Yan frowned, now he is satisfied.Sure enough, there is no dog's clothes here, so the two of them haven't reached the point of living together.It seems that I am the first person to enter Mo Xiaofeng's room, that dog is not worthy at all!

Li Yan's mood is much better, and he is less careful when looking at other things.

Opening the drawer and looking, there are Mo Xiaofeng's watch cabinets inside, not as many as his own, but looking at the style and color, they all have Mo Xiaofeng's style.

Li Yan wrote it down silently, and recalled his collection in his mind, and it seems that there are a few more that are quite suitable for the other party.

The photos on the bookshelf were brought by Mo Xiaofeng from home, and he had seen them a long time ago.As for other machines, models, etc., Li Yan doesn't like them, and he doesn't have much interest in them.There are various medicines piled up in the bedside table. Although the types of medicines are not the same as those over there, the efficacy is similar, and they are all used to treat his illness.

The decoration of the whole room is simple and clear at a glance, and Li Yan found that he finished reading it in 2 minutes.

Bored, he dragged his chair away and sat in front of the table. Li Yan's eyes fell on the two roses.

Mo Xiaofeng still likes these flowers and plants. Whether in the imperial capital or Tianjin, he would go to the flower shop to pick some fresh bouquets and put them at home every few days, and sometimes even all kinds of vegetation.

Oh, by the way, the huge wisteria tree in the Tianjin house was bought by Mo Xiaofeng and transplanted there specially, saying that he likes the color very much.

It is colder in the north, and the flowering period of wisteria comes later, and it blooms beautifully in April and May.

Li Yan still remembered that when Mo Xiaofeng was just in high school, he went to look for him at Mo Xiaofeng's house.He was wearing a simple white shirt and slacks, and sat under a tree basking in the sun with a book. The scene was so beautiful that Li Yan wanted to cry now thinking about it.

It was Mo Xiaofeng who made him understand the beauty of life, made him want to save time, and made him want to stay by the other person's side all the time...

But now there is a weasel peeping at that position, it really doesn't know what to do!

Li Yan didn't think there was anything special about the two roses, but there was a small wooden box on the table near the bookshelf, which looked very dirty and awkward.

Li Yan thought that Mo Xiaofeng got some treasures from somewhere, after all, he likes some weird things, but when he opened it, he found a burnt watch inside.

There was a layer of slag inside the box, and when it was touched, it fell to dust and almost became a bare shelf.I can only vaguely see the style of an old watch of some brand, but I can't tell which series Li Yan has no ability to tell.

Li Yan frowned and looked at it for a long time, at first he was still thinking about the brand of this watch, but later he was only thinking about the origin of this watch.

Mo Xiaofeng's watch cabinets are clear at a glance, whether it is accessories or those watches, they all have a unique style, generally speaking, it suits his temperament.

Yes, whether it is the Girard-Perregaux, Patek Philippe, Jaeger-LeCoultre, or even the watches made by himself, they are all in line with Mo Xiaofeng's style, which is extreme night, clean, deep, transparent, and restrained.

But this style can't give Li Yan such a feeling, vigor, hotness, exhalation, madness, beauty, etc. These series of words are all opposite to Mo Xiaofeng, and these never appear in Mo Xiaofeng. On Xiaofeng.

Whether it was chosen by Mo Xiaofeng himself, given to him by others, or prepared for him by the people below, he would never choose such a watch, because it is not suitable for him.

So, this is not Mo Xiaofeng's stuff.

Where did this come from?Why did Mo Xiaofeng put it here?

Apart from his favorite flowers, there is only such a box on the clean table.Everything around is so out of place, conspicuous and out of place.

Li Yan was full of doubts in his heart, but he could only let it go, and he didn't even intend to ask specifically.

Even though he and Mo Xiaofeng were friends who had known each other for so many years, he understood each other's temper.There are some things that even he cannot easily touch.

Such as Ren Jie's death, such as the relationship with his father, such as the life of the second young master of the Hong family...

Mo Xiaofeng defined the position of these people, that is, drew a circle, these people were excluded from the rules, whoever touches them will die!

Mo Xiaofeng seems to be a random person, but he will divide the edge of his area into a clear boundary, outside the range, others can mess around at will, but he doesn't care.

But within this line, even if someone slightly crosses the line.Mo Xiaofeng will change his face instantly, no one is an exception!

It was like a wild beast guarding its territory, and that was his last restricted area.

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The author has something to say:

It’s amazing how long-lasting it is, and now I’m starting to recall how many times they were in the hotel on the first night, and I actually forgot to write it down.

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