Misfiring

Cheng Mo's dessert towers were served one after another, three in a row, all placed on the table next door, and whichever one was eaten, he would move it to the front, and it was all in bite-by-piece quantities, so there was no need to worry about waste.

After a period of familiarity, the two slowly entered the stage of talking happily.

Licking the jam on the strawberry tart with the tip of his tongue, Yang Jiuhui asked Cheng Mo with interest: "By the way, do you know how Ying Yang got that injury on his head?"

Cheng Mo was stunned: "I don't know."

Not only this injury, but even the large and small wounds on Ying Yang's body, he didn't understand, he only dared to touch it a few times occasionally, and never had the courage to ask carefully.

"I used to be young and vigorous, and I offended many people. Not long ago, a friend saw that the big boss of our place had fallen, and he had never heard of Ying Yang, so he stepped on the door to trouble me." Said Now, Yang Jiuhui swallowed the puff pastry in his mouth, took a sip of tea, "Ying Yang did it for me, and said that since I hit him on the head with a wine bottle, he would return it for me. Then he really did it." , can't be stopped."

"..." Cheng Mo was startled, opened his mouth, and was speechless for a long time.

"People like us all have a dark past." Yang Jiuhui rubbed his fingertips, subconsciously touched his pockets, as if wanting to light a cigarette.

Seeing this, Cheng Mo hesitated to refill him with fruit tea: "Have some tea."

Smoking is prohibited on the Eastern Capital Tower, and Yang Jiuhui didn't bring anything except his mobile phone keys when he went out today. It was just a habitual action just now.Moisturizing his throat needlessly, Yang Jiuhui continued, "If you were to accompany us through those shitty things, you might have already run away."

"...Probably not." Since Yang Jiuhui just passed the statement, Cheng Mo couldn't figure out how dark their experience was, so he could only uneasily rub the wall of the glass and retort in a low voice.

"Who can stand that the other half is hurt all day long, and after saying goodbye in the morning, he doesn't even know if he will come back alive." Yang Jiuhui said it a little seriously, as if he was complaining about other things through Ying Yang's example.

"So dangerous?!" In Cheng Mo's perception, the nightclub is just a slightly larger bar, which may even provide services such as spa and foot bath, which has nothing to do with danger at all. "Then he... was the most injured Once, when was it?"

He stuttered while asking, both wanting to know and afraid to know.

After a while, Yang Jiuhui suddenly came to his senses and smiled suddenly: "Oh, Ying Yang. He's okay, at most he was pierced with a bayonet, just in time to avoid the internal organs, and he was alive and kicking again after half a month of feeding. "

"...Ah?!" Cheng Mo almost burst into tears, "How could this happen? Yes, did you call the police?!"

"Report, the director personally came to arrest the people. Even the grandson who owed the wine bottle before smashing it didn't end well. Don't worry, it's all over."

"..."

Cheng Mo was immersed in the emotion of fear, unable to recover for a long time.

Just from the few words Yang Jiuhui revealed, he could feel the endless dangers, let alone Ying Yang who was in it and had to deal with them every day.

But why?

Why would he put himself in such a situation.

Cheng Mo couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't ask Ying Yang directly, so he could only place his hope on Yang Jiuhui: "Do you know...why should Ying Yang go to work there?"

"The money is coming soon." Yang Jiuhui said everything without saying anything, and he didn't mean to put on Ying Yang's back at all, "Now the company's minimum requirement for recruiting is a bachelor's degree, we can't meet the standards for recruiting talents, we can only Find another way out."

"But...you are so pretty, why don't you try to take some flat pictures?"

Yang Jiuhui was stunned for a rare moment, as if he had never thought about it. After a while, he laughed at himself and shook his head: "I was born in a rural area, so I didn't know what a 'model' was back then."

Cheng Mo was surprised, and sighed: "I can't see it." His tone was not embarrassing, and there was even a hint of envy that was imperceptible, "However, the rural household registration is also very good, and you can share money and land."

He also wanted to be a small landlord.

Seeing Cheng Mo's thoughts, Yang Jiuhui secretly sighed that he is such a treasure, and couldn't help feeling: "Hey, if it wasn't for... I would definitely chase you."

Cheng Mo was taken aback: "Ah? But, I, I like it..." He hurriedly gestured to expand, "That's like that. Although you, you are beautiful and a good person, but I, I still... "

"Yes," Yang Jiuhui interrupted him, laughing so hard that he wiped away the tears and nodded seriously, "Me too."

"..." Cheng Mo rubbed his nose and seemed to understand something, "Oh."

In order to resolve his embarrassment, Yang Jiuhui kindly changed the topic: "Actually, I used to be quite ugly."

Hearing this, Cheng Mo really distracted his attention, but he started to be suspicious again, wondering if he had plastic surgery?

But it looks very natural.

"No." When facing someone he trusted, Cheng Mo's thoughts were almost written on his face, which was very easy to guess.Yang Jiuhui propped his chin gracefully, his eyebrows raised, "I don't like others to use knives on me. Don't girls say 'there are no ugly women, only lazy ones', and it's the same with men. Just clean up and you'll get over it."

That also has to be good.

Cheng defaulted to this, but was still a little frustrated.

Yang Jiuhui comforted him: "Actually, you are not bad-looking, and you have a good temperament. Now this hairstyle is more suitable than before, but you are dressed in a well-regulated way, like a college student, so it doesn't feel very eye-catching."

Cheng Mo didn't think he was ugly, but his facial features were not as aggressive as Ying Yang and him.Yang Jiuhui's eyes are very poisonous, and he scanned him as a label like infrared rays, and got accurate information in one click, which convinced him.

In the past, it didn't matter how he came from when he didn't have a partner. Now Cheng Mo naturally hopes that his appearance can be more compatible with Ying Yang, so that people don't question his vision so much.

"Then...shall I buy some irregular clothes to wear?"

It sounded a little ambiguous, Yang Jiuhui nodded meaningfully: "Buy." Ying Yang will definitely be grateful to him, "There are several good studios downstairs, I will take you to see them later."

Must be very expensive!

But once in a while is okay.

Cheng Mo didn't want to look like a philistine, so he rubbed his face and felt relieved: "...OK."

Going clothes shopping with friends feels like a girly thing to do.Most of the time, he bought them casually when he went out and passed the shops by himself. He came and went to a few fixed fast-selling brands, without thinking too much, as long as he was comfortable and comfortable to wear.

Although I bought it with Ying Yang before, I didn't make a special trip there.

This experience was really new to him.

Cheng Mo didn't feel embarrassed, on the contrary, he still harbored a faint expectation.

The revolving restaurant walked slowly for a few laps, and the beautiful sun gradually sank. Taking advantage of the afterglow outside the window, Yang Jiuhui glanced down and pointed to a square building in the distance: "That's where Ying Yang works. .”

Cheng Mo let go of his hand covering his belly, and leaned over to look at it: "Is it that dark blue building that looks like an office building?"

"Ah."

"It's called...Qaeda?"

"you know?"

"I overheard Ying Yang mentioning it yesterday."

"Well, the base." Yang Jiuhui's eyes suddenly became far-reaching, as if he was immersed in the indelible past, "Is it very ambitious?"

If it was just called this name, Cheng Mo didn't think much of it, but coupled with the shape of copper cast iron, he suddenly understood why Ying Yang's situation was so dangerous when it was just a nightclub.

"Are you... involved in the underworld?" Cheng Mo struggled for a long time before asking.

"Not now. In the past," Yang Jiuhui paused, "it doesn't count. It's more like a hub, where many things circulate, but they don't stay. So it's fine, don't worry."

In the property left by Boss Yu, the real danger is not Qaeda.

"Oh." Cheng Mo relaxed slightly, but still had some concerns.

Seeing that he had explained everything that Cheng Mo should understand, Yang Jiuhui scanned the QR code and settled the bill, taking him out of the restless suspicion: "Let's go, let's go shopping."

The elevator went down two floors silently. Yang Jiuhui greeted Cheng Mo and walked out while explaining: "This floor is basically a brand created by some independent designers. The styles are special but not too advanced, and they can be worn on the street as usual."

"Well."

Having been in City A for so long, Cheng Mo had never been to the Dongdu Tower before, but he visited other scenic spots with his roommates when he was in college. After work, it is completely home, school, and supermarket.

He didn't go to shopping malls much, and it was his first visit to this kind of place, which felt mysterious and novel.

I think Grandma Liu had a similar mood when she entered the Grand View Garden.

In Cheng Mo's perception, most of the independent designers come from wealthy backgrounds. Because of this, they are able to devote themselves to creation without being disturbed by realistic factors. It is "the fragrance of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley"——

Whether I like to buy or not, even if the rent is subsidized every month, I will not die of hunger.

But designing is very hard. Cheng Mo can feel their dedication when he looks at the clothes displayed in the window, so he doesn't think that they are just relying on the shade of their home to play games and burn money.

Cheng Mo does not hate the rich, he admires all capable people.

"It's really pretty."

"That's right!" The aesthetic orientation was recognized, and Yang Jiuhui, who loved to shop, became more motivated, and excitedly pulled him into a store with a cold style, "Look at this one first, I like their clothes the most."

The name is very individual, and there are four large italic characters on the white-bottomed light board: Clothes seller.

All the clothes displayed in the store have only two colors, either black or white, and are hung on the hangers around the wall at intervals, which is clear at a glance, while the matching accessories are placed on the long table in the center, waiting for customers to choose by category.

The store manager is not there, so it can be said that there is no one on the entire floor except them.

Cheng Mo couldn't help being curious: "Why is there no one here?"

It would not be possible for Yang Jiuhui to return to the court again.

I didn't see him calling just now, and he just bought a piece of clothing, so how could there be such a big commotion.

"The bosses are all designers themselves. They usually create in other places. They only come a few times a month, and then leave after the new ones are finished. They say they don't want to socialize, and they think the shop assistants will interfere with customers' choices."

Yang Jiuhui clearly knew which style was more suitable for him. He picked out a dozen or so clothes and hung them on the empty pole next to the full-length mirror. After explaining, he turned to Cheng Mo and asked, "What color do you usually like to wear more?"

Cheng Mo subconsciously wanted to answer honestly, but when the words came to his lips, he automatically changed his words: "Light colors are fine."

"White? Blue? Pink?"

At the end of his speech, Cheng Mo's expression changed slightly, and Yang Jiuhui suddenly said, "You like pink."

"……Well."

"Pink looks good, and I would have considered it before, but now that I'm older and the nature of my work is so important, I don't have a chance to wear it." As he said, Yang Jiuhui picked up a pure black shirt and compared it to him, "You try it first. Try the style of this store, and then go to the next door to see what you like."

Cheng Mo seems to have never worn black clothes before. He looks so dark, and feels that his body will not relax after wearing them. However, it is undeniable that the one Yang Jiuhui chose for him is really good.

Slim fit, long-sleeved V-neck, three beaded buttons neatly arranged under the neckline, the depth is only a little below the chest, not the traditional open style, it is considered a semi-slip.

Cheng Mo compared his clothes in front of the mirror, and found that under the light, the dark clothes made his face whiter, like a vampire who just woke up at night in the Middle Ages.

It looks quite different from usual, but what should I wear next, or black pants?

In summer, it is estimated that you will pass out from the heat.

Sure enough, Yang Jiuhui brought him a pair of black trousers, which were paired with a small black suit jacket, black socks, and black leather shoes.A female classmate once complained to him: "It's so cool for you boys to choose clothes, just choose the color and print, don't worry about the style."

For a time he took it for granted.

Unexpectedly, Yang Jiuhui is doing the opposite now, he only chooses the style, but he can choose the color as he likes.One set of black, one set of white, and another set of black and white.

At the end of the checkout, the clothes, trousers and accessories on the counter were piled up high. Yang Jiuhui held Cheng Mo's hand and scanned the QR code with ease, smiling generously: "I have a lot of money, and I can't spend it all by myself. And it's agreed that I will treat you today." , don't be polite to me."

Cheng Mo opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Yang Jiuhui blocked him with one sentence: "Just pretend that I also want to enjoy the fun of taking care of others, and see if it's really that cool."

"..."

"Let's go, let's go to the next door and have a look."

Cheng Mo felt a little uncomfortable.

Even if Yang Jiuhui led him into a sports-style store, and there were many pinks he liked in the store, he still had a grudge.

In order to reassure him, Yang Jiuhui did not hesitate to expose his scars.

It's really inappropriate.

In Yang Jiuhui's view, Cheng Mo was so considerate that it made people feel distressed.

During the half a day he spent with Cheng Mo, he envied Ying Yang all the time.

What a sweet little padded jacket.

"Hey, silent baby, little brother Yang will tell you a joke." He is so caring, how can Yang Jiuhui be willing to make him feel uncomfortable, since he caused the trouble, he has the right to help him solve it.

"...Hmm." Just say it, no matter it's funny or not, he will laugh.

So Yang Jiuhui said quickly with a straight face: "Actually, I was still a virgin before I met my current partner."

"..."

???

What about the promised top card Overlord Flower? ? ?

???

"The boss I've been following," Yang Jiuhui said in a secretive, low voice, mysteriously, "it's not good."

That's it, I don't know if Ying Yang knows it or not.

No matter how it sounds, it sounds like a shocking secret.

Cheng Mo wailed, and squeezed out two laughs: "...ha, ha." I am really happy for him, but it still takes a little time to digest the shock.

"Now that he's dead, I'm happy and at ease." Yang Jiuhui shrugged and told him specifically, "So there's no need to think too badly about many things."

"Ah."

After walking around for a while, it was already eight o'clock at night, the lights outside the window were brightly lit, but inside the window they had just left from a dark area.

There were some novelty "little things" for sale inside. Under the introduction of Yang Jiuhui, Cheng Mo had no choice but to pick a basket, blushed and paid the bill by himself, and waited for the staff here, including clothes, to pack them up and send them back. .

Yang Jiuhui swept through two large boxes of stock.

In this regard, he said: "There is a neuropathy, and the clothes are always broken, so I can only buy more at one time."

Cheng Mo was very envious.

He and Ying Yang's dressing style is different, not only can't give him advice, but also dare not help him buy blindly, only watch him try it on himself when shopping together, and discuss it.

Picked two sets of clothes from the "clothes seller" studio and packed them into paper bags, and Yang Jiuhui took Cheng Mo downstairs to experience moxibustion in the health care center.

Even though the air conditioner in the Eastern Capital Tower was fully turned on and he didn't sweat much, Yang Jiuhui still felt disheveled and uncomfortable.

Coming out of the shower room equipped in the clubhouse with only a towel around his waist, Yang Jiuhui let himself lie softly on the bed and heaved a sigh of relief.

After a while, Cheng Mo came out timidly. Seeing that his eyes were closed and he didn't pay attention to himself, he hurriedly tiptoed onto the bed, lay down quickly, and heaved a sigh of relief.

It's just that the reasons are different.

The moxibustion therapist was busy professionally on his back, and his breath was filled with the fragrance of wormwood, which made people feel soothed and relaxed.

Cheng Mo had a lot of ambiguous marks on his body, and Yang Jiuhui had a lot of them, so no one had the face to laugh at anyone, and just fell asleep and finished.

Because the phone was turned to mute, the screen was on for a long time and Cheng Mo didn't respond.

Ying Yang, who couldn't find him, could only call Yang Jiuhui.

"Say." Yang Jiuhui was awakened by his perseverance, and without opening his eyes, he picked it up with a random swipe of his fingertips.

"Where's my wife?!"

"It's on the side. I'm having a massage. I fell asleep so comfortably."

"Fuck, who will press it, man or woman?!"

"... Aunt Chinese medicine."

"...All right." Ying Yang quickly asked again, "Why did you go to see a Chinese medicine doctor?"

"Tired, come here for moxibustion." Yang Jiuhui didn't know what to think of, and suddenly became angry, "You stinky men are only allowed to keep tossing people, why don't we take care of it?!"

"I... Fuck?" Ying Yang made him dumbfounded, and retorted in a low voice, "I didn't bother you. Don't talk about that, what are you talking about, when will you end, I'm going to go out."

Yang Jiuhui glanced at the time, it was nearly nine o'clock: "I'll take him there to have something to eat later, and you can go back together after Zhang Ju leaves later."

Ying Yang was silent for a moment: "Okay." After thinking for a while, he said, "I'm going out now, and I'll go there with you."

Yang Jiuhui laughed at him for unreasonable worry: "Come on, don't you feel at ease with me watching you?"

"...I'm the only wife! Can you be careless?!"

"I promise, even if I have something to do, will he be fine?"

"That's not okay, I still can't afford it if you hurt me." The sound of closing the door came from the other end of the phone, Ying Yang hurried out the door, and said without any explanation, "Wait here, I'll be right there .”

"Oh." Whatever.

Yang Jiuhui pouted, hung up the phone, and got up from the bed in the next second, motioned the people in the room to leave, took out the newly bought clothes from the paper bag, put them on, and woke up Cheng Mo.

"Baby wake up."

"...Huh?" Cheng Mo didn't sleep deeply. Hearing someone calling him, he quickly opened his eyes and rubbed them subconsciously.

Yang Jiuhui was full of disappointment, and wanted to take the opportunity to pinch his face. It looked like it felt good, which was a pity.

Out of jealousy against Yang, Yang Jiuhui handed another paper bag to Cheng Mo, and decided to abduct him temporarily: "We should go, change clothes."

Cheng Mo didn't doubt that he was there, and sat up obediently: "Oh."

The author has something to say: I said before that Momo would take the initiative to buy "little things" der!Achievement achieved!