Slag Gong accuses Bai Yueguang of being chaotic and abandoned

When they were fighting just now, Mo Xiaofeng was wearing a bathrobe and Hong Tingyun didn't pay attention to the back.

At this moment, his shoulders were bruised and bruised, and it was really scary to look at.

Mo Xiaofeng's blood coagulation function is a little poor, even if he is accidentally bumped, he will be bruised, let alone a stick, which will hurt him for several days.But as long as the bones are fine, he has long been used to the rest.

At this moment, Hong Tingyun also found out. Looking at the red marks on Mo Xiaofeng's wrists that he pinched, he felt a little embarrassed. He really didn't expect that his hand would leave marks so hard, and he didn't know. Does it hurt?

Taking Mo Xiaofeng's hand, and wiping his wrist with the cotton that had been stained with medicinal wine, Hong Tingyun's apologetic expression became much more sincere.

"Sorry, I didn't expect this to happen."

Mo Xiaofeng sighed and waved his hands. He was so angry just now that he couldn't get angry now.

Hong Tingyun was still wearing yesterday's outfit, thinking that this guy had slept in his bed, Mo Xiaofeng's cleanliness got a little bit worse again.

After rushing him to take a bath, Mo Xiaofeng looked at the messy room, clutched his forehead and felt that the way he opened his eyes today was wrong.

Hong Tingyun hurriedly took a shower, and within 3 minutes, he came out with a towel wrapped around his waist.Seeing Mo Xiaofeng still sitting there in a daze, he was a little puzzled for a moment.

Mo Xiaofeng didn't bother to talk to him when he regained his senses, got up and went to the mirror to put on the gown again.

Hong Tingyun looked at Mo Xiaofeng's body and found it really strange. The whole person had changed his style, even his temperament.

He used to see those old guys who like to wear this kind of clothes, and he even complained about the old guys who learned from the old days in Shanghai, such as the elders of the green gang and the red gang, each of them really thought he was Pao Genan.

But Mo Xiaofeng's suit is different, it seems to be made of silk and satin, but it looks like it's purely handmade, and there are gold threads in the vertical buttons.

With a wide chest, narrow waist and long legs, he actually dressed in an old-fashioned autumn blue suit very well.With cloth-soled round-mouth cloth shoes, it really looks like that at that station!

Hong Tingyun was stunned for a moment, Mo Xiaofeng was like a spy, and he had multiple identities.

I heard Mo Xiaofeng say that he was born in a cross talk family before, but he was so fierce in fights that Hong Tingyun would believe him even if he was said to be three generations of red.

But when it came to singing on stage, he just listened to it, but he didn't expect it to be true!

Hong Tingyun looked at him carefully, and found it very interesting. He couldn't help but looked in the closet, and found that there were quite a few clothes like this in it.

"Is this called a gown? Why do you have so many?"

Mo Xiaofeng didn't look up, he was buttoning his waist.

"Well, in the north we call it a coat. I didn't make a lot of clothes at home before, and I just wore them on stage. Uncle Shi is very particular, and he will have two clothes made for me every month. This satin fabric is too Well, it can’t be washed easily.”

Hong Tingyun nodded seriously, and was popularized with a strange knowledge point.

He also took it out of Mo Xiaofeng's closet and compared it in front of the full-length mirror. Mo Xiaofeng turned his head and laughed at him.

How do you say Nan?

Mo Xiaofeng's clothes look like those of an actor in an ancient drama, the kind that can win the hearts of ladies.

And Hong Tingyun's 璆林色 is worn on his body like this, just like the young master of the old-fashioned society in the old days, the kind who can fight with people every minute to fight for a Miss Wu, like a rich man. second rater.

Mo Xiaofeng pressed his fist to his lips and cleared his throat to stop laughing.

When Hong Tingyun saw that he was amused, he suddenly felt relieved.It's not that I really want to go on stage to sing, I didn't intend to get up, and it's enough to make him smile.

He hung up the clothes casually, and when he lowered his head, he saw that Mo Xiaofeng was interrupted by him, and he forgot to fasten the button on his neckline.He stretched out his hand to help him button it, but he didn't do this, and he seemed a little clumsy.

Mo Xiaofeng looked at the bare-chested guy in front of him, who was staring at his neck seriously, this feeling was simply too uncomfortable.He slapped the bear's paw away, and waved the man aside.

In fact, in their business, there is a saying about dressing.

The first button on the collar of the gown is neither close nor long, so it is not easy for outsiders to touch it.This one is called the Ping An buckle. If someone else fastens it for you, it means that the other party hopes for your "safe and triumphant return, and misses your return date".

While buttoning it himself, he raised his finger and pointed to the other side of the closet, asking Hong Tingyun to find clothes to change by himself.

"You and I are about the same size, so we should be able to wear it."

Mo Xiaofeng's height is 184, which is not short among men, and his body proportions are even better. If he was in the army before, it would be no problem to be selected as a guard of honor for a military parade.

But Hong Tingyun is only one centimeter taller than him, and he is not good at fighting, but he goes to the gym to train his muscles.It is said that it is more capital to attract beautiful women, but it sounds like a scumbag's quotations.

Mo Xiaofeng lowered his head and glanced at his thin-skinned and tender-skinned mermaid line and the waist of a male dog, and was even more disgusted for a moment.

Scars are the badge of a man, okay?

Hong Tingyun opened the door on the other side, and inside were the clothes Mo Xiaofeng usually wore.But this guy really has a new level of obsessive-compulsive disorder. There is a neat row of shirts inside, and there is only white one. The difference may only be in details such as buttons and collars.

The suit jacket is also exaggerated, only black, gray and blue.The trousers on the side have changed slightly, but they are all in cool tones. They are hung in a row from light to dark. They are completely different from the pictures in my closet. Two extreme styles!

Hong Tingyun really wanted to say, obsessive-compulsive disorder is a disease, don't you think about treating it? ? ?

But as soon as he turned his head, he saw Mo Xiaofeng's indifferent face. He glanced at him like an ignorant boy, but he didn't get his point at all. Hong Tingyun chose to give up the treatment and lay down.

Also, this guy has this kind of style. If he really wears his trendy and fashionable style, he might lose his eyeballs, thinking that some kind of monsters and ghosts have come to take him away.

Hong Tingyun casually picked up one and put it on. Not to mention, the tailoring fits really well, and even the material is quite exquisite. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a custom-made model, but it doesn't even have a trademark.

When Hong Tingyun turned over his cuffs, he really found a clue.On the corner of the left cuff, there is an embroidery embroidered by hand, which is a vein print of a bodhi leaf!

"This is... Sheena Haydn?"

The clothes in this tailor shop are not cheap, and they are comparable to the luxury goods I bought.

As soon as he put on the black trousers, Hong Tingyun didn't want to talk anymore, it seemed that even the trousers murmured.

He looked at a closet full of clothes, and couldn't help but secretly curse, could it be that there are all of them here? !

Not to mention expensive, Mo Xiaofeng's clothes are really special in the way they are handled, just like those of the rich and sophisticated families in ancient times. They are all flat ironed and scented, and the smell is the same as the ones he wore before.

This fragrance is different from the calming incense burned in the room, like cypress wood, amber and mandala blended together, faint, but incompatible with all the surrounding fragrances.

You don't notice it deliberately, but after smelling it once, you will find that it is so unique and unforgettable.

Pulling open the drawer below, there are various colors of ties, but most of them are solid colors and dark patterns, but from his point of view, every tie looks very good-looking, and the taste is really good.

It wasn't any formal occasion, Hong Tingyun was too lazy to play this thing, so he pushed the drawer back.

Hong Tingyun felt that his adaptability seemed to be stronger, and he opened the other one. Although he was a bit mentally prepared, his eyes couldn't help but widen, revealing a touch of envy.

Inside are Mo Xiaofeng's accessories, such as bracelets, rings, jade pendants, folding fans, and other ancient things. Of course, most of them are watches.

Prices range from hundreds of thousands to several million. Some brands are not very familiar to Hong Tingyun, so they are not cheap.There are two still limited editions, which were classified as collectibles more than ten years ago.

Hong Tingyun himself only dared to think about it, but he didn't expect this guy to be put in the cabinet so casually!

Hong Tingyun, who was the leader of the three generations of Duo Tuo Fu, looked at Mo Xiaofeng again with a look of hatred for the rich.

Mo Xiaofeng was just picking up his glasses and putting them on, following his line of sight, he had some clarity for a moment.

He was also very surprised when he saw it at the beginning, but he has never loved these things. The things in Gu Chen's "small warehouse" are proper "luxury goods". After comparing them, he really feels that these things can be ignored .

Mo Xiaofeng: "Those are not mine, my uncle prepared them for me, saying that they will be used in some occasions."

Mo Xiaofeng saw that Hong Tingyun hadn't put on a personal shape after tidying up for a long time, frowned, and dragged out a night purple tie with thick oblique lines from the closet to tie it on, and then tied the tie with the trousers. Stuffing a coat into his arms, he grabbed two handfuls of hair and urged him to go out quickly.

Following Mo Xiaofeng and stepping on the wooden stairs, Hong Tingyun subconsciously pulled his tie, which was really uncomfortable.

On weekdays, he and Master Hong had never dressed so formally when meeting guests, but today they were cleaned up like this in this theater.

But when he thought of the long eyelashes brushing back and forth when this guy helped him tie his tie and straighten his collar, and his face was still very serious, he put his hands down again, and his face couldn't help but feel a little hot.

Tsk, he always thought that this guy was very poor, and he only came here to do such a dangerous thing because of the hundreds of thousands, but now it seems that this is not the case, he is also a rich second generation, okay?

Hong Tingyun didn't understand, so he asked directly.

"I said... why do you want to work?"

Mo Xiaofeng stopped walking and looked back at Hong Tingyun.

At this time, Hong Tingyun's position was somewhat condescending, and the clothes on his body still gave a cynical feeling. At this time, his lowered eyes were looking at Mo Xiaofeng arrogantly, and the light in his eyes was full of evil. in it.

He really doesn't look like a prince in a dragon robe. With Mo Xiaofeng's upright face, the clothes look like a handsome man, but Hong Tingyun puts his hands in his pockets and licks the sore corners of his mouth with his tongue. Lord of the world.

Mo Xiaofeng thought he was messing around and making up something in his head, but it seemed that he was just asking casually.He continued to walk downstairs, his usual cold expression had returned to his face.

"I came here to stay with my uncle. My uncle spent all my food and clothing. Even my tuition was paid by my uncle. Naturally, I have to work hard to make money and pay back to my uncle. My father forbids me to owe money, let alone Say it's a favor."

Hong Tingyun nodded, it was the same rule in his house.It is good to owe anything, but the debt of favor is the most difficult to repay.

But with the ghostly appearance of his family, the possibility of being owed a debt of favor is very slim, and there is no shortage of money, which has never been owed to him by others.

Having said that, Hong Tingyun didn't look up, but pressed the message on the phone with his head down, and asked another question following Mo Xiaofeng's words.

"What the hell does your dad do?"

Hong Tingyun only knew that Mo Xiaofeng's father was a comic talk talker, but is it so rich for comic talk talk?Is it so rich to just mention any senior brother?

Then he really has to consider doing business in this line of work.

Hong Tingyun was in the mood to check his household registration, but Mo Xiaofeng didn't care much.Anyway, people who are familiar with him know about his family, and there is nothing to hide.

"My dad is a cross talk talker, and he brought a few apprentices. We usually go to various theaters, and we don't see each other a few times a year."

Having said that, Hong Tingyun understood.

Oh, that's the kind of time when you're too busy to take care of him and let him fend for himself.

For a while, Hong Tingyun felt sorry for this guy even more. No matter how much money, what's the use?