Misfiring

After tossing Cheng Mohao, Ying Yang finally walked into a men's clothing store peacefully.

Due to the relatively large number of customers, the rent of shops on the first floor of the shopping mall is often the most expensive, so usually those who are able to open on the first floor are some big international brands—not to mention that this is the highest-grade shopping mall in City A, and every inch of land is expensive. , shopping here, at least four figures for a shirt.

Cheng Mo didn't think too much about the reason why he chose to come here, it was purely because he was on the way.The point is that he has never been here before, and he didn't know that it was the most famous golden pig slaughterhouse in the city, and every clerk was an executioner with a knife hidden in a smile.

Right now, Ying Yang is bathing in the spring breeze and rain from the female shop assistant: "Which style do you prefer, sir?"

Before entering the door, Cheng Mo consciously broke away from his hand, and Ying Yang followed him for a while, but it didn't mean he could bear Cheng Mo standing farther than the clerk.

Frowning from the scent of the clerk's perfume, Ying calmly waved to Cheng Mo: "Come here."

Cheng Mo thought that he was uncomfortable, so he hurried over: "How about..."

"See if you like it." Ying Yang turned his body and leaned behind his ear and said, "I think the shirts in this store are well designed, with special styles, and they don't look too rigid. I wear them in class. Just right."

Cheng Mo moved slightly to the side, and softly declined his kindness: "I have a lot of clothes, you can choose them yourself."

The two of them bit their ears as if there was no one else around, and the clerk couldn't find a chance to interject at all.

Just when Ying Yang was threatened to leave without choosing, the door of the fitting room opened, and a slender figure came out, and the clerk behind him finally had room to play, and greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Does it still fit?"

"Well, wrap it all up." A pleasant male voice came, Ying Yang was indifferent to this, but Cheng Mo secretly glanced back.

"Okay." The clerks got busy, "This is also a black one, if you like it, why don't you bring it with you?"

"Yes." The man casually adjusted the cuffs. His flaxen hair was smooth and shiny. The length reached to the earlobe, parted on the side, revealing a small beauty tip, and the end was slightly curled. It fit the cheek at a carefully adjusted angle. , looks well-behaved and fashionable.

Cheng Mo was marveling at the man's appearance, but in the next second he saw him looking up at him. When his eyes met, he made a slight mistake, and his delicate facial features instantly became vivid: "Brother Yang?!"

Following the man's surprised gaze, Cheng Mo saw Ying Yang turning back in doubt: Do they know each other? ? ? !

Facing the young man approaching in twos and threes, Ying Yang felt puzzled: "Who are you?"

"Brother Yang, don't you remember me? I'm Xiao Yang."

After getting closer, Cheng Mo found more and more that this young man who called himself Xiao Yang was impeccably beautiful, and finally realized what it means to be beautiful enough to be used as a murder weapon.

Cheng Mo slowed down his breathing shamelessly, for fear of alarming him.

"Oh, I don't remember." It's a pity that Ying Yang is not only puzzled, but also full of guard against him, "Stay away from me." After saying that, he pulled Cheng Mo away, as if he was uneasy about the sudden appearance of strange things.

Cheng Mo had no choice but to shake his hand, and politely explained to Xiao Yang: "There was an accident a few days ago, and he can't remember the latest things now, sorry."

Xiao Yang looked at their intertwined hands, and at the gauze on Ying Yang's forehead: "Oh—"

Cheng Mo thought he would leave tactfully, after all, he didn't look like a messy person.Unexpectedly, after a long answer, Xiao Yang picked out a shirt at random, and asked in a familiar tone: "Can you try this dress for me, I want to buy it as a gift, but I don't know if it's suitable." It doesn't fit, you're pretty close in shape."

In the middle of speaking, Xiao Yang cast his eyes on Cheng Mo, as if asking for his opinion.His posture was so low that Cheng Mo suppressed his small grievances and let go of Ying Yang's hand.

"Are you going, 'Brother Yang'?"

Ying Yang made him feel uncomfortable: "I won't go." He said that he didn't know this person, so why Mao was so weird.

Cheng Mo was about to reject Xiao Yang for him, but Xiao Yang directly stuffed the clothes into Ying Yang's arms: "Try it, it won't waste much time for you." He even dragged him to the fitting room while talking , pushed it in, "That's it."

"Fuck, you fucking..."

Xiao Yang cleverly hid behind Cheng Mo, and shook his hand lightly: "Tell me about it for me."

Cheng Mo admired his courage, and also read another meaning from his eyes: "Cough. Actually, this dress really suits you. I think it will look good when you wear it."

"Really?" Ying Yang didn't doubt him, and was easily interrupted by Cheng Mo.

"Yeah." Cheng defaulted to nodding, "I'll wait for you outside."

Ying Yang was bewildered and shy: "Okay." But when his eyes fell on Cheng Mo's hand, he became fierce again, pointing straight down, and said coldly, "Let go."

Xiao Yang was terrified by him, and finally let go of Cheng Mo tactfully, stuck out his tongue, and made a gesture of surrender.

When looking at Cheng Mo again, Ying Yang subconsciously softened his gaze: "Call me if you need anything."

"Ah."

Click.

As soon as the door of the fitting room was locked, Xiao Yang immediately lost his harmless attitude to humans and animals, waved away the clerk who was watching them secretly, and restored Cheng Mo's first impression of him: perfect and alienated.

Cheng Mo could feel a slight hostility from him. Although he didn't think he had any superior capital, his self-esteem made him unable to show weakness.

So Cheng Mo walked to the sofa and sat down, preemptively: "What do you want to tell me?"

"You're quite smart." In order to better observe Cheng Mo, Xiao Yang sat down next to him, the fragrance of amber and cedar lingering all over her body, making the ground startled, "But it's no wonder, Brother Yang After looking for so many people, you are the one who looks the most like me among those I have ever seen, and you have a good brain."

Cheng Mo was taken aback, and clenched his fists cryptically: "What do you mean?"

"Literally." Xiao Yang looked him up and down, "Are you a college student? Brother Yang likes college students the most, and the one in University A is the best, and it has to be Chuer. You..."

"You misunderstood." Cheng Mo interrupted his self-talk, suddenly armed himself up, and said righteously, "Mr. Ying is just my patient."

"Oh——" Xiao Yang didn't know whether he believed it, but the tone was still drawn out, but the hostility around him faded a lot, and the topic changed, "Are you a doctor? Then let's exchange numbers."

"..."

Xiao Yang took out the phone and unlocked it very efficiently, and handed it to Cheng Mo: "Maybe I will get hurt someday, and I will definitely go to hang up your number then."

Seeing that he had no taboos, Cheng Mo was speechless.

"Even if you are not sick or in pain, we can talk about Brother Yang." Unwilling to be ignored by him, Xiao Yang further coaxed, "I am quite familiar with him, feel free to come to me if you have any questions, and I hope he can help you." Get well soon."

After hesitating for a moment, Cheng Mo finally took his mobile phone, and after pressing a few numbers, he asked mysteriously, "Are you... friends?"

Xiao Yang smiled ambiguously: "To a certain extent, forget it."

After losing just now, Cheng Mo paused, as if he pressed the space button at the same time, his heart was inexplicably empty: "Oh."

The door of the fitting room opened again, and when Ying Yang came out, he happened to see the scene where Xiao Yang took back the phone from Cheng Mo and kissed it, and his expression turned pale immediately: "What are you doing?!"

But he didn't expect Cheng Mo to be more reasonable than him, his face was not red, and he was not angry: "The trial is over?"

"what."

"Does it fit, Brother Yang?" Xiao Yang rushed to meet him.

Not sure what the situation is right now, Ying Yang threw the clothes back to him, subconsciously replied: "Tighten up."

"Okay, then take a bigger size." Facing Ying Yang, Xiao Yang showed a submissive smile again, "Thank you."

Ying Yang didn't even look at him, he waved his hands and walked back to Cheng Mo, squatting down like a sword, "What's wrong with you."

"No." Cheng Mo didn't want to show timidity in front of Xiao Yang, and said as usual, "If you don't buy it, you can leave."

"Yeah." Ying Yang didn't say anything, and led him to get up and leave without even saying hello, which was very rude.

But he intuitively felt that this would please Cheng Mo.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Mo shook off his hand as soon as he went out, and walked forward with his head full of anger.

From one to the end, from one to the end of a ghost!

Ying Yang stood there in a daze:? ? ?

On the other side, Xiao Yang leaned against the cash register to sign the bill without any psychological burden.

"The last one will be my account, and I will order a gold card. All others will be named."

"Okay." The clerk didn't ask much, and took out a special registration form from the counter and gave it to him, "What is the content of the card...?"

Xiao Yang quickly signed a string of letters and quickly filled out the form: "TomydearY."

"Y?" The beauty close at hand is too lethal. If the last syllable is omitted, the clerk almost thinks that he is taking the opportunity to tease himself.

Seeing that there were so many people stunned by him, Xiao Yang smiled as usual, and even stepped back considerately, flicking his fingertips to the signature: "The initials."

The clerk took a look, and couldn't help thinking about a series of stories about the rich man and his aloof cutie, but they didn't reveal anything on the surface. Her professionalism prompted her to solemnly promise: "Understood, I will deliver it to you together with the clothes in three days." .”

"Ah."

You're done, and you haven't been slaughtered much yet, so you can be regarded as a safe retreat.

Xiao Yang put on his sunglasses and left the "Punishment Platform" contentedly.

The author has something to say:

Read the copy silently: No cannon fodder, no cannon fodder, no cannon fodder...Xiao Yang is a beautiful young man!