Misfiring

All the way back to Dijing Bay in silence, Cheng Mo held his stomach when entering the elevator and hesitated: "Let's go for a walk in the garden."

Ying Yang had no objection, pressed down on the first floor, and waited quietly for the elevator to go up.

Cheng Mo was thinking about something in his heart, and he was not curious about why he suddenly became cold, but was full of anticipation for the next solitude.

The elevator arrived in the blink of an eye, and Ying Yang pressed the door open button to let him go out first. After going out, Cheng Mo also waited in place, habitually stepping on Ying Yang's shadow.

At night, the tycoons in the community are like old birds that have escaped from the cage, and they scatter to various sensual venues in the city to have fun.

Cheng Mo stared down at Ying Yang's hand that naturally fell to his side, and observed that his palm was broad, his five fingers were well-articulated, slender and strong, and his skin color was a little darker, which gave him a very masculine feeling.

Those hands touched his head, face, neck and shoulders, and then to his chest and lower abdomen, there was basically no place it hadn't visited.Cheng Mo pursed her lips and covered her face, it was hot.

He knows that he is thin-skinned and prone to high fever, but he is never ashamed of it, and simply regards it as the most fundamental physiological phenomenon, which exists in everyone, it's just the difference between whether it is obvious or not.

Apart from easily making Ying Yang laugh, he has no other unnecessary troubles.

And now, he is not afraid of answering Yang's jokes.

After gathering his composure, Cheng Mo mustered up the courage to raise his hand, his fingertips twitching to reach Ying Yang's little finger.Ying Yang didn't know if he had guessed what he was thinking, so he didn't hide or evade the whole process, and silently let him make a fool of himself.

Cheng Mo noticed that Ying Yang looked over, but he didn't raise his head immediately, he just put all his fingers into the palm of his hand one by one, and then glanced at him in a panic, his whole arm was stiff and motionless, as if frozen .

Not long after, Cheng Mo seemed to hear Ying Yang chuckle, and he squeezed his helpless palm reassuringly, and then the thick knuckles came in from between his fingers, and his fingers interlocked.

Warm and dry, with a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips, Cheng Mo felt his cheeks were about to burn red as he caressed the back of his hand intentionally or unintentionally, but thanks to the night as a cover, it would have been too exaggerated.

It is clear that no matter how intimacy has been done, but still like a young child in love, she feels ashamed just by pulling her little hands, and her heart is so noisy.

So it's no wonder that Ying Yang squeezed at him: "You've been thinking about it all night, just for this?"

Cheng Mo thought that if you didn't take the initiative yourself, you still had the nerve to miss me: "Can't you..."

"Okay, any more is fine."

"No more," Cheng Mo said as he moved his fingertips reservedly, "Come here first."

"Oh——" Yang Jiuhui followed Ying Yang's voice and lengthened his voice.

Although they had held hands several times before, it was the first time for him to take the initiative.

Cheng Mo stopped talking for a while, and calmed down to feel the unspeakable throbbing caused by the skin-to-skin contact. He didn't completely relax until the huge garden let them bypass most of it. The body temperature meets the cool night wind.

He was finally able to stare sideways at Ying Yang for a long time.

"How tall are you now?"

"It's been a long time since I measured it. The last time I checked it was 190."

"Then you must have grown again. I came to you before," Cheng Mo pointed at his shoulder, and compared again, "It's only here now."

"Probably, go back and have a look." As he said that, Ying Yang squeezed his hand vigorously, "It's okay, I don't think you are short, you are so cute."

"I'm not considered a 'little', am I?!" Cheng Mo was a little annoyed.

It's just that the past few years have not grown at all.

"The point is to be cute."

"You are cute."

Cheng Mo just subconsciously retorted, but Ying Yang asked, "Where?"

"what?"

"Where is it cute?"

It's not like being angry, but it seems that I really want to know.

Cheng Mo thought for a long time in embarrassment, and tentatively said, "Well... when you don't lose your temper?"

"Have I often lost my temper at you?" As for pointing it out all at once?

"Not really...not at all."

Indeed, after careful reflection, Cheng Mo found that although Ying Yang was often impatient, most of his anger was directed at others, and when he faced him, his face was at most stinky.

So much so that the younger brothers who followed him were basically afraid of him, but he didn't.

Yes, he is not afraid of Ying Yang.

Cheng Mo discovered this belatedly, and this recognition made him more brisk, and he rarely spoke out of his head, and corrected by shaking his hand: "Well, it's cute when you lose your temper."

Ying Yang straightened his steps immediately.

Cheng Mo walked forward habitually, and he couldn't help but be pulled by him: "What's wrong?"

"Go home!" Ying Yang pulled him and turned around without any explanation, "Let you see what it means to be cute!"

How could a dignified seven-foot man be praised for his cuteness by people sincerely?

He must be given some color to let him know that some things cannot be said indiscriminately.

Ying Yang's heart ran wildly, completely forgetting who brought up this topic first, and who was secretly happy at the beginning.

So Cheng Mo was dragged back by him with an innocent face. Once the door was closed, an unknown and dangerous fate awaited him.

Crisis is imminent.

However, Cheng Mo has the ability to turn danger into safety.

At least that's the case when facing the evil star Ying Yang.As soon as he entered the house, he said repeatedly, "Brother Yang is not cute, Brother Yang is the most handsome. You used to be the most recruiting person in the whole school. The so-called school grass in the school is no match for a hair of yours." Rainbow fart doesn't need money, so it can easily coax people.

"Really?" Ying Yang squinted at him.

"Really!" No matter what Ying Yang asked, Cheng Motong agreed.

"Then why don't I often see you peeking at that weed." Ying Yang caught off guard and turned up old accounts with him, "When the flag was hoisting, I turned my head and looked at the next door all day long, for fear that people would not speak small words to you."

"Ah?" Cheng Mo was stunned, "Who are you talking about? Hey, what's his name..."

Cheng Mo tried his best to recall, only to find a trace of that person in the depths of his memory.

In the past, there was a post on their school forum about the selection of school grassroots. When it came to the final vote, only Ying Yang and the boy whose name Cheng Mo couldn't remember were left fiercely competing for the first and second places.

Probably because Ying Yang usually has no good looks towards the girls in the school, and his temper is notoriously hot. Compared with him, everyone undoubtedly prefers the polite student bully in the next class.

Although in terms of appearance alone, Ying Yang's eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth are much better than that person's, and his body is much stronger than that person's, and he has nothing to do with Wenwei, but the fact is that in the end, he lost by ten votes. It was given to that person—before he even knew it.

It was the letter reported to him by the younger brother in the class.

"Damn it! Brother Yang, you actually lost to this little boy!"

At that time, they were still in the morning class. Cheng Mo, as the representative of the Chinese class, was standing on the podium holding the textbook and reading "Zou Ji satirizes the king of Qi and accepts advice". He was so serious that he almost shook his head. With a jump, his teeth were knocking against his tongue, and it took him a long time to recover.

But Ying Yang touched the fish unexpectedly, the textbook stood upright on the table, with one hand resting on the spine of the book, and the other picked up the unfinished breakfast and delivered it to his mouth, looking up at the podium from time to time, as if watching him eat The seasoning, the satisfaction in the heart is no less than that of Cheng Mo who is immersed in classical Chinese.

Seeing the younger brother's exclamation not only frightened Cheng Mo, but also made him almost choke, Ying Yang raised his hand and threw a notebook over: "You are going to die?!"

The younger brother ran away in a hurry, picked up the notebook with grievances, and obediently endured it until the bell rang at the end of morning training, then rushed to the seat of Ying Yang, handed over the mobile phone and the notebook together: "Brother Yang, you're not bad at me, it's really too much." I'm so angry! Look, what's the right of the guy in the next class, he's just a bad face..."

Ying Yang took the phone, swiped it in twos and twos, and cursed: "Fuck, find someone to delete the post!"

What annoyed him was not that he lost to others, but that he was being judged behind his back by the school's nympho.He is not that self-obsessed, and he doesn't care much about his face. His looks are all given by his parents. Even if he is so handsome, so what, he doesn't rely on it to make a living.

Not to mention that this nonsense disturbed Cheng Mo's morning reading.

So as soon as school was over at noon, Ying Yang led someone to block the moderators of the school forum, and let the little girl delete the post crying, and then came back with a full body of evil spirits and lifted Cheng Mo to the rooftop, eating him The well-intentioned bento settled with him: "Didn't you know that there was something wrong with the election on the forum?!"

"Ah?" Cheng Mo was using a second-hand flip phone at that time, and it was difficult to log in to QQ, so he didn't have the time to browse the forums, "I, I don't know..."

Ying Yang stared at him for two seconds, believed it, and returned the confiscated lunch box to him: "Then tell me, who looks better, me or the style committee member of the next class."

"..." Cheng Mo obviously also knows that Ying Yang doesn't pay much attention to appearance. The school uniform buttons are often undone, revealing a large collarbone, provoking people to commit crimes without knowing it, and Jingtu breathes comfortably by himself.

Faced with his sudden pressing question, although Cheng Mo already had an answer, he couldn't say it too bluntly. After struggling for a long time, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said with a smile: "Your beauty is so beautiful, how can Mr. Xu be as good as you?"

"What kind of nonsense is this?" Ying Yang sounded familiar.

"The text you read this morning, go back and read it."

Ying Yang didn't pursue it any further, anyway, he could almost hear Cheng Mo boasting himself, so he'd better accept it as soon as he sees it, and don't push people too hard.

Rabbits are also quick to bite.

At the end of the lunch break, Ying Yang really went back and flipped through the book, and found the sentence Cheng Mo said in the densely packed classical Chinese words, connected the context to understand the meaning, and then took the reference book at the same table to translate the full text Once again, when I came home from school, I held Cheng Mo in my arms and asked again: "I read the book, and the book said, 'My wife who is beautiful to me is private; Ask me too.' So are you my wife or my concubine?"

Cheng Mo didn't expect that he actually went to flip the book, and still remembered the original text so clearly, he was startled and ashamed, his eyes flickered: "Wh, what kind of wife or concubine, isn't there a 'guest'..."

"Guest?" Ying Yang thought about it playfully, then pretended to stare at him, "Do you still want to prostitute me?!"

"Cough, cough cough...!" Cheng Mo couldn't help choking on his saliva, coughing loudly, "Where is this going?!"

"Aren't you going to be my 'guest'?" Ying Yang looked upright.

"No, no, I just said, there is still a 'guest'."

"That doesn't mean the same thing. Unless...you pick the other two?"

"……Do not."

"That's it." Ying Yang actually analyzed it with him seriously, "Look at this 'guest', he is asking for something, what is he asking for? Isn't it just 'begging me to give it to you', huh? You Say yes or no."

"...That's right." Cheng Mo really couldn't hold back him when it came to nonsense.

"Then tell me, what do you want from me?"

"..." Cheeks puffed all the way, seeing the familiar intersection finally appeared in front of his eyes, Cheng Mo hurriedly bent down to avoid Ying Yang's hand, "I, I want you to let me go home—"

After all, he ran away in a hurry.

Ying Yang is not in a hurry, he still has some tricks left.

Running into the community panting with his schoolbag on his back, Cheng Mo turned his head and took a quick look, and he was relieved to see that Ying Yang didn't come after him.Just at this moment, the phone in his pocket vibrated twice, he took it out and uncovered it, it was a message from Ying Yang.

——Oh, I forgot, the sentence you babbled at noon was said in the tone of "wife".

The tone was very beating, and before Cheng Mo could reply, the phone vibrated again.

— Madam is polite.

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