Misfiring

Cheng Mo hugged Ying Yang tightly, and did not intend to let go until the sun went down and the orange-red sunlight receded from the window.Ying Yang has almost never enjoyed such treatment, which is ironic and incomprehensible.

"How long are you going to hug, clingy."

Sounds like billing by the hour.Cheng Mo raised his eyes in dissatisfaction, and knocked his chin on his collarbone: "Don't give me a hug?"

Are you so stingy?

"No." Realizing that Cheng Mo had misunderstood, Ying Yang lowered her head and kissed him, explaining, "If you want to hug for an hour or two, I'll sit down and let you continue on your lap; if you're almost done, I'll Stand a while longer."

"Then sit down." Cheng Mo was rarely cheerful.

Ying Yang was surprised for a moment, then sneered, bent over and hugged him, walked to the table and sat down, and at the same time he really let him nestle in his arms, sighing: "If I had known earlier, a table could buy you off." , I carried it to the door from the very beginning.”

Cheng Mo muttered embarrassingly: "It's not just the table..."

"What else?" Ying Yang asked himself and answered, "The little note in the wallet?"

"You know what?"

"Don't you know, it's not in the right place. I put it on the outside." It's just that it faces inward, and outsiders can't see the words.

"I didn't do it on purpose," Cheng Mo hurriedly explained, "When I gave money to your friend that day, it fell out by itself."

"I saw it when I saw it. You wrote it in the first place." Ying Yang believed in Cheng Mo's character, "I didn't say you did it on purpose. You are so honest, you will definitely not rummage through your husband's wallet and phone."

For some reason, Ying Yang was clearly praising him, but Cheng Mo was a little ashamed by what he said, and subconsciously confronted him: "I'm not honest, I will rummage around."

Probably due to the virtue of modesty developed since childhood, Cheng Mo has never been used to being praised.Although he has received countless praises in school, he will always be hit by his mother when he returns home. Over time, he naturally thinks that he is far from being as good as others say.

Ying Yang made him laugh: "It's fine, it's up to you."

Cheng Mo calmed down with his irrelevant attitude, touched his nose, and quickly said, "Just kidding, it's not good to rummage."

Ying Yang doesn't take it seriously, anyway, he has nothing to hide from Cheng Mo now: "It's okay, at most people will laugh at me as a strict wife."

Hearing this, Cheng Mo became more determined: "Then I don't care, the more I manage, the more I run away."

His father was run away by his mother.

Unexpectedly, Ying Yang's key point was: "Admit that I am your husband?" The trick was successful, and there was a smirk on the corner of his mouth, "Huh? Wife."

"..." Cheng Mo's face turned red, and he turned his back while talking, "You are so annoying."

He also finds it strange that no matter how close he is to Ying Yang, verbal teasing is always more overwhelming than actual actions.

It felt a bit pretentious, and he didn't want to, but he just couldn't control it.Every time, I can only secretly hope that Ying Yang will raise her hand and change the topic.

However, Ying Yang seldom showed mercy, and almost never let him go easily.

"Just say you recognize it or not."

Sure enough, Cheng Mo's steaming ear blew a word that made it even more difficult for him to deal with himself.

Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Cheng Mo thought about it carefully, turned his head slightly, and said with a slightly hesitant tone, "Could it be...too fast."

The way of getting along with him that he longs for is the kind of long stream of water, not the violent waves that seem to fly to the ends of the earth in the next second.

Usually, when joking around, it's over with a sloppy eye, but now Ying Yang is obviously asking sincerely, and he hopes that he can give him a satisfactory answer.

He also wanted to satisfy Ying Yang as much as possible.

But it doesn't feel reserved at all.

After all, it is no longer the kind of day-to-day counting before, and every day is like stealing, he wants to slow down, let the days go slowly, and be down-to-earth.

Cheng Mo thought about it for a long time and made enough preparations.

In the end, Ying Yang just said two words and he was defeated——

"Hurry up?"

Cheng Mo couldn't help but miss a beat, and Cheng Mo insisted, "Strictly speaking, we're less than a month away." Then he added, "I don't even know what you're doing now."

That is true.

Although they have been familiar with each other for more than 3000 days, their voices and smiles may have been modified or derogated, but in the final analysis, they have always maintained the inherent impression of each other and never had a chance to update it.

Faced with Ying Yang's pressing step by step, it's no wonder Cheng Mo flinched belatedly.

However, Ying Yang's attitude is actually far less serious than Cheng Mo thought. The reason why he coaxes him to agree from time to time is only out of a rare consideration of gains and losses.He knows that Cheng Mo has a strong sense of responsibility, but he will basically do what he promised, except for the difficulties he had back then, which can be ignored.

Now he wants to firmly control Cheng Mo's future, but he forgets that he is very independent on key issues and will not be easily dazzled by emotions.

So it is still not too hasty, he is right, take your time.

You have been waiting for so many years, why rush for a while.Fortunately, they are still young now, and there is still a long time to make good use of.

Ying Yang changed his original intention and stopped pressing him too tightly. He hugged him and said relaxedly, "Hey, I just feel like we've been together for a long time." As long as he thinks of Cheng Mo, he feels heavy in his heart, "I There is nothing special about the job, I will take you to see it another day."

"Ah."

you are so nice.

Cheng Mo leaned against him quietly, his brain still involuntarily expressing emotion.

But this time he was not going to say it.

Afraid of boasting badly.

Taking advantage of the endless sunset in the distance, Ying Yang rested his head on Cheng Mo's shoulder, and looked at the white wall opposite with him: "Do you want to install another blackboard for you?"

Cheng Mo corrected in a low voice: "Now I use a whiteboard."

"Then put the whiteboard." Ying Yang came up with a crooked idea, "You give me lessons when you are free."

"What class?"

"Don't you usually have to give a trial lecture? You can use me to practice when you are not sure."

"It's okay now, I have taken every grade, and the lesson plans are ready-made, just a little repair."

"It doesn't matter, I'm going to class." Ying Yang couldn't help showing his true colors, "After class, I'm going to the teacher."

"...I told you not to mention the teacher!"

"Then sit at the same table after class."

"...No way!"

"Hey, I've always regretted that I didn't hold hands with people at school, kiss little mouths and so on. What a pity, I thought I had a girlfriend. It's just that people have been misunderstood for so many years."

"...You didn't look for it yourself." So many people chased you, but you didn't want it, and now you complain.

"I can't help it. My future wife is very jealous. If I don't guard her body like a jade for him, he will rape me with a pillow." Ying Yang thinks he is very principled.

"..." Seeing that he started talking nonsense again, Cheng Mo decided to slip away, "I'm hungry."

Ying Yang hugged him tightly, and rubbed against him aggressively: "The future husband will feed you, huh?"

"..."

After adding food to Eggy, and going to the rooftop to check the general progress, Cheng Mo quickly led Ying Yang into the kitchen.

"What's good for dinner?" Cheng Mo asked.

"What do you want to eat?" Ying Yang asked back.

"Anything is fine." Cheng Mo replied.

Cheng Mo kicked the ball back and forth, Cheng Mo couldn't help laughing, closed his eyes, took out a few things from the refrigerator, and put them on the cooking table: "The next thing is to see how you perform, Chef!"

Ying Yang picked up the pile of strange-shaped ingredients: "Potatoes, beef brisket, tomatoes, eggs, radishes... isn't it too simple?"

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stewed beef brisket with curry radish.

No challenge.

"Otherwise," Cheng Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You still want to be the Nine Guis?"

"I'll make it right away if you can eat it," Ying Yang is ambitious, "I'll make you fat and fat."

Cheng Mo pouted: "Come on, you can't even support yourself."

"Hey, although I'm a little darker than you, my physique is stronger than yours, and I can stand firmer than you when the wind blows, right?"

"Don't worry, maybe when I reach middle age, I will have a beer belly." Cheng Mo himself also felt distressed, "It's really hard to gain weight now, when the wind blows, I can only rely on you to hold me. "

Ying Yang corrected: "Holding you." After thinking about it, he said, "Then you should take it easy, but don't get a beer belly, what if you jolt around on the bed."

Cheng Mo immediately picked up the carrot and swung it in his hand, then turned and left without looking back.

Ying Yang hurriedly shouted: "Just kidding, I don't hate you! Come back and help me peel the skin, Cheng Xiaomo—"

Every word in the distant speech was bouncing back and forth in his ears like little flies, Cheng Mo shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he didn't hear anything.

After dinner, Ying Yang stroked Cheng Mo's slightly raised belly and said, "I'm cute in everything."

In fact, Cheng Mo wasn't really angry, he had long been used to Ying Yang's virtues, and knew that he was just addicted to his mouth, and at this moment he hiccupped when he touched him, it was really unbearable.

Ying Yang tried his best to hold back his laughter, pretending nothing happened: "Cough, I'll clean up the table."

With a sad face, Cheng Mo angrily rubbed his balls.

In front of the open floor-to-ceiling windows, Cheng Mo put up the newly bought velvet blanket that he bought in the afternoon, stepped on it together with Eggy, and then sat and lay still on the ground.

Eggy lay presumptuously on her back in front of Cheng Mo, revealing her soft belly and light pink flesh pads.Cheng Mo held its paw and played with it from time to time in the game of "you clap one, I clap one".

While playing around, Cheng Mo's cell phone rang.

Ying Yang just finished tidying up. Hearing the sound of footsteps from far to near behind him, Cheng Mo turned his head and said lazily, "Help me get the phone."

"beg me."

"Please." Cheng Mot was spineless.

Ying Yang shook his head helplessly, picked up his mobile phone from the coffee table and handed it over, and sat down.

Cheng Mo kissed him consciously, and opened the screen——

Xiao Yang: Hello, Dr. Cheng, I will pick you up tomorrow afternoon.

"..."

A handsome man persistently extended an invitation to him, even if there was no meaning in it, Cheng Mo's vanity couldn't help but stir a little.

However, as a person with a target, such information still needs to be reported.

So Cheng Mo turned on the screen in front of Ying Yang's eyes, and humbly asked for advice: "How should I answer?"

Ying Yang glanced at it, and since he didn't know the content of their conversation yesterday, he took the phone and answered a question mark for him.

Yang Jiuhui is worthy of being a genius who has been in the wind and moon field for many years. He immediately found that Ying Yang was on the opposite side, so he simply called.

Ying Yang picked it up for Cheng Mo without even thinking about it: "What's the matter?"

"Ask your baby out to play."

"...What do you want to do?"

"Just play, eat and drink. I was imprisoned by that dead man for a few days, and I felt that my bones were rusted."

"Find someone else."

"Who are you looking for? Except for your baby, he probably doesn't trust anyone else. I don't want to kill anyone."

Ying Yang hesitated for a while and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I haven't thought about it, tell me where to go."

"Either near Qaeda, or near home."

"Then let's go to Qaeda." Yang Jiuhui suddenly remembered, "It's just right, you have to go and watch tomorrow. Director Zhang is coming."

"I asked him if he would like to."

"...Fuck you! We've made an appointment!"

Ying Yang turned a deaf ear to it, put down his phone and looked at Cheng Mo: "He wants to ask you to hang around the area where I work. If you don't like it, I will refuse."

"You have a good relationship?"

"Forget it, he has helped me a lot." After finishing speaking, Ying Yang hastily added, "The innocent one!"

Cheng Mo smiled and answered the phone: "Brother Yang, I'll go."

Yang Jiuhui choked on the other end: "Cough, don't stop, it sounds like you're calling the wrong person, you should call me Xiao Yang, just let me pretend to be tender."

"Success, Xiao Yang. Then... see you tomorrow."

"I'll wait for you in the garage at four o'clock in the afternoon, please—"

At the same time, Cheng Mo hung up the phone, and waited until the time was almost up before leaning into his ear again: "Goodbye."

Only then did I hang up the phone.

Ying Yang looked puzzled: "What's the matter?"

"I'm afraid he will kiss me again."

"Hey, Cheng Xiaomo, why are you so good?" Out of respect for Cheng Mo's wishes, Ying Yang didn't mention her husband anymore, but kept her feet on the ground and stuck to her duty, "Come on, kiss your boyfriend and reward one."

— Baji.

Cheng Mo covered his face and thought: This is clearly a kiss from her boyfriend.

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