Misfiring

Cheng Mo suddenly remembered the fact that he held Ying Yang's salary card, and his attitude immediately trembled.

"Hmph, I almost forgot, all your salary comes from me."

After waiting for the red light, Ying Yang tilted his head and glanced at him, holding back a smile: "Yes."

"So... the boss should know what to do?"

"Serve you well on the bed."

"Huh?!" Cheng Mo frowned.

"Cough," Ying Yang coughed lightly, and said solemnly, "Ma'am, you don't dare to go west. You can do whatever you want me to do. No matter when, where, whether you find me or not, I will always be there for you." I'll be by your side, every step of the way."

After secretly having fun for a long time, Cheng Mo didn't care about his title, and nodded with satisfaction: "It's not too bad."

In the process of making jokes, the familiar street gradually approached.

Cheng Mo found a bottle of mineral water from the car's small refrigerator to moisten his throat, and once again entered the community with the car against the curious eyes of the neighbors.

His current state of mind is undoubtedly lighter than when he left, and he even faintly felt that this might be the last time he came back.

He still has no plans to withdraw the lease, but feels that he probably doesn't need to retreat any more.

After getting out of the car, Ying Yang took out a small trolley and packing tools from the compartment. The service was thoughtful and professional.

Cheng Mo took the initiative to hold Ying Yang's empty hand, facing the bright sun, and the eyes of a few passers-by, making no secret of their relationship.

Part of the reason is not living here, and more because he is not afraid of anything when he is with Ying Yang.

As he once said, love to see chant.There are too many people in love, and everyone needs to pay attention to it. I am afraid that the eyes are not enough.

"When I was in college, Dandan lived in the dormitory with me, and I didn't take it out to rent a room alone until I was about to graduate." Looking at the slightly old corridor under his feet, Cheng Mo's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing his memory During those youthful years, "I didn't know anything at that time. I read the small advertisements on the walls of the community, and searched the rental information in the same city group, but when I went to the field, I found that nothing was satisfactory. .”

Cheng Mo took out the key and opened the door.

"Later, I realized that this was a waste of time. I went to an intermediary in desperation, trying to save half a month's rent. Guess what happened?"

"Rent here?"

"Yes," Cheng Mo and Ying Yang assembled the cartons first, pushing open the window of the study, "but the process is very novel. Have you ever rented a house?"

"Rented."

"Where and how did you rent it?"

"Village in the city, someone introduced you."

"Oh, then I've considered it too. But I feel that the renovation will be more laborious, and the cost of materials will have to be allocated. It won't save much money, and the environment is not as good as here, so I gave up." Thinking of this, Cheng Mo I feel very uncomfortable, not for myself, but for Ying Yang's hardships.

Seeing him depressed, Ying Yang quickly guessed his thoughts and squeezed his hand: "It's nothing, old man."

He didn't take it seriously at all.

Cheng Mo smiled at him, relieved: "Tell me about the agent. The agent brought me here to see it. The landlord is a shrewd aunt who owns more than this apartment. When she entered the door, she was enthusiastic Come over and shake my hand and say you're welcome..."

"She stuffed you with a note."

Cheng Mo's fur skin had just been wrapped half way before it was warm, so Ying Yang planed it for him, and couldn't help but glared at him: "You know?!"

"I've heard of it." Ying Yang has been around for so many years and has learned a lot, "Many landlords do this to save commissions. On the surface, they disclose the house to the agent, but when the agent brings people to the door, they will give them to you." Secretly insert a note and write down the contact information, so that willing tenants can contact him privately."

He is the only one who feels fresh.

Cheng Mo couldn't help being angry, so he stabbed Ying Yang angrily: "Old fried dough stick!"

After speaking, he immediately turned around and moved the book.

After finally packing up, Cheng Mo's books filled four large cardboard boxes.

Rao Ying Yang had to struggle a little to push the cart up, and when he reached the door, he and Cheng Mo looked back at every corner of the house for the last remembrance.

Although the total time of living here is less than a month, Ying Yang is still inevitably affected by Cheng Mo's reluctance: "Why don't you buy it."

As soon as this remark came out, the sad mood dissipated immediately, and Cheng Mo gave him a sideways glance helplessly: "You want to buy everything no matter what you look at."

Ying Yang laughed and said, "Don't you like it?"

"Fortunately, even after living for so many years..." The slums can also develop feelings, not to mention that there is also a shared memory between him and Ying Yang.

Although not too long.

Cheng Mo took a last look at the house, and pushed Ying Yang out: "Go home and cook."

Compared with the past when we were alone, the future with people is naturally more worth cherishing and looking forward to.

Back in the parking lot, Cheng Mo felt troubled looking at the luxurious interior of the car.

This car is probably used by Qaeda to pick up and drop off VIPs, and the seats inside are massage chairs with heating function. Cheng Mo looked at his book, and then looked at the seats in the car.

No matter how you look at it, they are expensive and valuable.

"How should things be placed?" If the seats were all moved back, there might not be enough space.

Ying Yang didn't hesitate at all, and directly put the back of the chair down, creating a 180-degree spacious plane, which looked as comfortable as a big bed.

Not to mention a few boxes of books, even a car shock is enough to display it.

Cheng Mo blushed suddenly, afraid that Ying Yang would be talking nonsense, so he ran to the cab to light the ignition first.

"Are you driving?" Ying Yang asked while doing coolies.

"Yeah!" Cheng Mo nodded confidently, thinking that Ying Yang would probably not tease him in this way.

Cheng Mo is very witty and understands Ying Yang very well.

Ying Yang did spare him all the way.

But as soon as he parked the car and moved all his belongings, Ying Yang pinched his earlobe with a meaningful expression: "Is this car not bad?"

"...It's not bad, the horsepower is quite good." Cheng Mo was so frightened that he locked the car, stopped holding hands with him, and trotted to press the elevator.

Ying Yang had a creepy smile on his face, at least it seemed to Cheng Mo, he pushed the cart and approached him step by step, as if what was placed on the cart were not books, but tanks of colorful goldfish .

When entering the elevator, Cheng Mo deliberately stood in the corner, separated from Ying Yang by a thick book wall, his face was calm, and his eyes never looked at him, but his tangled fingers revealed the anxiety in his heart.

With the dark tide surging, the top floor will arrive soon.

Cheng Mo slipped out first, didn't run away, and knew to hold the elevator for Ying Yang outside.

After they all came out, Ying Yang signaled him to open the door.

Looking at the electronic lock on the door, Cheng Mo shook his hand: "I can't open it."

No fingerprints.

"Enter the password, the one you know."

"Oh."

950603, Didi.

success.

"Press the pound key again to swipe your fingerprint in."

"Oh." Cheng Mo didn't refuse, and his heart was warm, as if a warm current had been injected into him, and his sense of belonging to the new home was further enhanced.

After entering the room and changing shoes, Ying Yang pushed the book to the stairs, Cheng Mo looked at the big boxes and felt a little worried: "Can you do it? How about we move it together."

Ying Yang glanced at him dissatisfied: "I can't do it?"

Cheng Mo immediately admitted: "...OK."

Having said that, he still helped hold a corner of the cardboard box, went back and forth several times, and finally transported all four boxes into the study.

That's it.

Ying Yang acted as if nothing had happened, and he didn't take too many breaths. Cheng Mo, on the other hand, didn't exert much force back and forth, but because he climbed a few stairs, he was tired from running, and he didn't want to get up on the ground.

"Don't sit down immediately after exercising, your butt will get bigger." Ying Yang stretched out his hand to pull him.

"Everyone understands the truth..." But he just wanted to take a rest.

Cheng Mo didn't raise his hand, and Ying Yang also kept that posture.

In the end, Cheng Mo couldn't bear to move first, and handed Ying Yang his hand, allowing him to lift himself up easily.However, as soon as he stood firmly, Ying Yang let go of his clasped hands and changed his posture.

Seeing the slightly open arms in front of him, Cheng Mo couldn't help scolding him for being coquettish.

If you want to hug, you can hug, why do you have to take the initiative yourself.

Who knows that Ying Yang loves to correct his awkwardness. When Cheng Mo slowly buried in, he clasped his hands together, clearly seeing that he just wanted to be perfunctory, but blocked his way out and prevented him from succeeding. .

He will hold it for a long time.

Because Cheng Mo was a little hot from too much exercise just now, although he didn't see any sweat on his body, he could feel a little dampness on his exposed flesh when he got close.

The faint scent of milk came from behind the ears and entered the nostrils, filling the emptiness in my heart. Ying squinted her eyes and sniffed for a long time, before letting out a long sigh of relief: "Don't hide from me."

Although Cheng Mo couldn't see his expression, he could hear a trace of... panic from the almost sighing tone?As a result, just a few words beat him back to the clingy state, like a monster.

Perhaps this person is a magnet that has become a genius.

It's okay to be far away, but once you become obsessed, it's hard to separate.

Cheng Mo couldn't help correcting his attitude a lot. He carefully circled Ying Yang's waist and argued in a low voice: "I'm just a little interest in life. I can't adjust it occasionally."

"Okay, sprinkle some sugar, bake it and eat it."

Ying Yang also smelled of sweat, but it just felt very clean, different from other boys.

Cheng Mo used to watch them play basketball, because it was a must-have event in physical education class, boys who were a little more active in the class would participate, divided into two teams, and Ying Yang would be the captain.No matter how the personnel changes, as long as there is him in the team, it will definitely win.

As one of Ying Yang's loyal fans, Cheng Mo sat under the tree and watched happily. Sometimes he even imagined that he was the only basketball on the field, being chased by him and becoming the focus of his eyes.

When school was over, many people were rotten. He could only hold his breath, pack his schoolbag, and stay away from them.

Only Ying Yang is an exception.

As soon as he approached, Cheng Mo suddenly felt that the air around him was fresh. On the way home together, his arm accidentally bumped into something, which was quite normal, with only a slightly sticky touch.

After he got home, he secretly raised his hand to smell it, and there was no smell left on his skin, but it tasted a little salty.

Reminiscing about the past of Lush, Cheng Mo himself didn't realize that his scene had reappeared, so he stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked Ying Yang, smacking in a daze, feeling that the taste hadn't changed at all after so many years.

Ying Yang made him startled, and tilted his head back, showing his wet neck, neither smiling nor angry: "What's wrong, add a handful of natural saline."

Only then did Cheng Mo come to his senses, and he was taken aback, smacking the salty taste in his mouth, and guiltily leaned over to suck up the trace: "Just...to compare."

"What is the comparison? Look at the difference between licking me and licking others."

"No," Cheng Mo pinched his waist angrily and corrected, "I haven't licked anyone else!"

"Then look at the difference between licking me and licking me."

Ying Yang just said this casually, but Cheng Mo's expression turned out to be even more guilty, which made him want to raise his hand, and he couldn't do without asking: "What kind of expression is this, I got it right?"

"..."

"I advise you to come from the truth."

So Cheng Mo couldn't help but confessed the inexplicable idiotic behavior back then, and after he finished speaking, his face was so red that he couldn't see it.

Ying Yang heard it fresh: "Yes, Cheng Xiaomo, what did you do secretly, huh?"

Cheng Mo shrunk his head and refused to admit it: "No, no."

Ying Yang slowed down his voice and coaxed: "Tell me, I won't laugh at you."

Cheng Mo's eyes rolled, and he lowered his waist and began to play tricks: "I'm tired."

Ying Yang is not in a hurry: "Then let's take a shower and talk while we are washing."

So Cheng Mo refused and was carried into the bathroom by him. Not only did he refuse to take his clothes, he even gagged his mouth as soon as the door closed, stripped his naked body two or three times, and pushed him under the nozzle, so that he was soaked from the inside out. .

By the time I took a shower and went downstairs to cook, the time had passed from early six o'clock to 07:30.

Apart from feeling his body being hollowed out, Cheng Mo had no other thoughts for a while.

Almost all the little secrets that had been hidden for many years were tricked out by Ying Yang, and he was tossing and tossing while asking and answering, and he was forced to finish the exercise before going to bed in advance, without any patience.

Guessing that he has a good temper and is submissive, he is not willing to resist at all.

His back was still sore from the trouble, and his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up, so he could only moan and whine against Ying Yang and use him for strength.

Even so, Cheng Mo was still thinking about cooking.

Ying Yang couldn't see it, he still had this bit of humanity, he hugged Cheng Mo's waist with one hand, and tried to grab the kitchen knife with the other: "I can do it."

"No...I can." Cheng Mo insisted, "It will be cut right away."

If he let go, Ying Yang would be able to carry him to the sofa to rest, idle, how boring, why not cook here.It doesn't take much effort to cook, and there are people hugging behind, not to mention how comfortable it is.

Ying Yang couldn't persuade him about such trivial matters in life, and dutifully acted as a humanoid stand to help him, reaching out for some side dishes from time to time, starting a fire or something, there was no clear division of labor beforehand, but they were very tacit.

Thanks to their concerted efforts, the dinner was ready in a short while, and Ying Yang was in charge of serving the dishes, while Cheng Mo pulled a cushion and spread it on the chair, and sat on it slowly.

Standing opposite him, Ying Yang couldn't forget the sweet taste once at noon, and asked shyly, "Why don't you sit on my lap?"

Cheng Mo lowered his head and bit his chopsticks: "You are disgusting."

"Where is it?"

"It's everywhere."

Usually it's okay to be upset, but not now.

Ying Yang told him to sit down calmly, picked up the rice and took a bite: "You really need to practice with your body." Otherwise, he would not dare to let go, for fear of being knocked apart by him.

"I want to practice..." When he had nothing to do, he carefully considered the things Yang Jiuhui told him, and found that they really made sense, "It's just that someone kept delaying me and didn't give me this opportunity."

"Who are you squeezing against?"

"Whoever has a guilty conscience is the one."

Ying Yang smiled, and said boldly: "I'm not guilty, I'm also a form of exercise for you."

Cheng Mo was not as stingy as he was, and he hummed twice, as if agreeing with his fallacy.

Eat simple at night.

Cheng Mo only made three dishes, dried Tianmu bamboo shoots, steamed sea bass, and a pot of sweet potato and pumpkin stew with salted duck eggs in it for extra freshness, all of which he stole from his mother before.

Ying Yang scooped a spoonful of fish meat for him, specially picking the back part, which has the best taste.After Cheng Mo finished eating, he stretched out his feet unconsciously, and with his furry slippers, hooked his legs under the table.

Ying Yang raised his head to look at him, let out a chuckle of unknown meaning, but said nothing, put his legs together and continued to eat.Cheng Mo understood that he was making fun of him for being clingy.

Then he is clingy.

What's the matter, it's only natural to cling to your boyfriend.

Not afraid of being laughed at at all.

One day, if he stopped being clingy, he wouldn't be able to laugh anymore.

After the meal, Cheng Mo and Dandan sat around the table watching Ying Yang tidy up the dishes due to his unfavorable body.

Because of the dishwasher, you don’t have to wash the tableware by yourself, just put it in it and you’re done. Ying Yang finished it in a short time, washed her hands, came out and carried Eggy into Cheng Mo’s arms, and hugged the cat together with the princess. Go to the audio-visual room, close the door, sit on the sofa and turn it on.

The whole set of movements is done in one go.

Cheng Mo was stunned and couldn't help but want to give him a thumbs up.

"you do not need to work today?"

"I've been on it."

"When?"

How could he not know.

"Before eating."

"..."

Dare he be "Ban"?

Cheng Mo was upset, and got off Ying Yang, wrapped himself and Eggy in a small blanket, excluding him from the outside, and shrank to the side only to let him see his back.

Ying Yang didn't coax people immediately, but dimmed the lights, first found out the program he wanted to watch, and then touched Cheng Mo's head: "What's wrong."

Cheng Mo ignored him and concentrated on scratching Eggy's chin, watching it roll over beside him.

Ying Yang put the interview on economics, Cheng Mo was not interested, but he didn't make a fuss to watch other interviews.

Everyone is an individual, and even though they are in a relationship, they also need to leave some space for each other to do what they like.

Ying Yang went back with him to pack things in the afternoon, so it's time for him to relax with him now.

And he looks at these undoubtedly for self-improvement, which is very good.

He wasn't really angry at first, and he couldn't help boasting about Ying Yang in the depths of his heart. Cheng Mo didn't wait for him to touch him for a long time, and then went back with a straight face, and wrapped his strong arms tightly for pillow.

"You treat me like a job."

These words were purely unreasonable, Ying Yang saw that he was putting on a show, and explained seriously as before: "Aren't you my lifetime member? My duty is to serve you, the kind that never retires for a lifetime."

Slick tongue.

Cheng Mo couldn't help but twitched his mouth: "Did you steal the oil?"

"I don't steal oil. I am a carnivore. If I want to steal, I will steal rabbits."

"There is no rabbit, only a cat."

"Who said no, don't you? You think I won't know if you hide your ears and tail in the closet?" Ying Yang reached out and pinched his ears.

"...that's not mine!"

"Pink, no one else in the house has this color except you."

"I'm white."

Ying Yang didn't refute, but just kissed him unexpectedly, and kissed him until he couldn't breathe before breaking up. He picked up his mobile phone and took a photo in front of him: "Look, are you a fan?"

Through the hazy water vapor, Cheng Mo looked at the screen with the front camera turned on, and had to admit that he had indeed changed color.Even so, he still flicked away the phone, making the last struggle: "If you have it, don't let it be stolen."

Ying Yang wasn't afraid at all, and took him into his arms as a matter of course: "It's mine in the first place, as long as it's not stolen by others."

Cheng Mo held back and did not refute.

Because you can't fault it at all.

The author has something to say: Explanation on the goldfish stalk on the cart: Our "goldfish guy" refers to those who are obsessed with sex and have malicious intentions~ Brother Yang said: I don’t have goldfish at home, only Mr. Rabbit!