The president loves the little monster

As the eight-to-five "player" in the fantasy entertainment draft, Meng Mo has to prepare one more PK track than other contestants. These days, he is so busy that he is still in the background holding the lyrics until half an hour before going on stage. Reviewing the small books, the executive director came over and greeted him like a dog: "Xiao Mo, it's Saturday today, have you spent the 1 yuan yet?"

Meng Mo: "..."

Not to mention that he doesn't want to spend it at all, even if he wants to spend it, he doesn't have time to spend it.

The executive director is so eager to urge him, could it be that Ao Qin threatened to fire him again?They are simply sick as presidents!But it's not good to cause others to lose their jobs because of him.

What should I do?

Meng Mo rolled his eyes and thought of a super good idea.

So he took advantage of half an hour before going on stage to invite the director, producer, program coordinator, contestants, soundtrack, costumes, props, lighting, sound...all the staff, and said that Mr. Ao forgives them for their hard work, I decided to invite everyone to have dinner at XX Seafood Restaurant after the live broadcast.

This XX seafood restaurant was recommended by Lu Jiang. It is said that the dishes are expensive, the quantity is small, and the taste is good. It should not be difficult to spend [-] in one night.

Anyway, Dream Rubik's Cube Talent Show is a program owned by Ao Qin's company. With Ao Qin's money, he invites his staff to dinner in Ao Qin's name, and helps him gain popularity, favorability, and loyalty... It's not a waste, is it?

However the fact is...

The news that Ao Qin and Meng Mo are "engaging in an equal relationship based on marriage" is already well known. Mr. Ao wants to invite everyone to dinner, and the informer is Meng Mo. What does this mean?

90.00% of this is the engagement banquet between Mr. Ao and Xiao Xianrou, and the remaining [-]% is definitely meant to "tell the world" of their relationship.

Where do they dare not go?

So... the staff who originally planned to spend birthday with their girlfriend, watch cartoons with their son, catch up with a drama when they are busy, and sleep well when they are exhausted have changed their plans, and said with a smile that they must go go!

So as soon as the live broadcast was over, regardless of who was promoted, who was eliminated, who was happy, who was not happy, who had something to do, they all took a taxi and followed Meng Mo away. A group of dozens of staff rushed to XX Seafood Restaurant in a mighty way, and it was decided It was a super large private room. Meng Mo pulled Lu Jiang, an "expert", to order the dishes together. After a while, all kinds of dishes were served on the table like flowing water.

However, no one dared to move their chopsticks, and asked Meng Mo with their eyes, meaning—where is Mr. Ao?Why isn't Mr. Ao here yet?If you don't come again, the food will be cold.

"Why don't you eat it?" Meng Mo thought that everyone was being too polite, and greeted everyone warmly, "This is all Mr. Ao's wish, please feel free to eat, don't be too polite." He couldn't wait to grab a bite of hibiscus shrimp balls , narrowing his eyes in enjoyment.

The thief's little nightmare has almost been digested, and I am a little hungry again.Otherwise, while the two days are not too busy, hurry up to try your luck and find another nightmare, otherwise you will starve to death if you don't make it through.

As Boss Ao's favorite and the future wife of the president, Meng Mo certainly has the right to be willful, but how dare other people move their chopsticks casually, they all look at me, I look at you, and look at each other.Wen Yilang touched Lu Jiang next to him, and said in a low voice, "You usually have the best relationship with him, why don't you ask him when President Ao will come?"

Then Lu Jiang asked.

Meng Mo said in a low voice: "He... is a bit busy and won't come."

"Aren't you coming?" Lu Jiang's voice rose instantly, and then quickly pressed down with her mouth covered, "He won't come to your engagement party?"

"What engagement party?"

Meng Mo blinked, then understood, and couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.

It's over, it's self-defeating.

Why didn't he think that he would be misunderstood to invite everyone to dinner in the name of Ao Qin?Is it too late to regret now?

"Boss Ao is busy with work, so he won't come," Meng Mo smiled uglier than crying, "He just thinks that everyone has worked hard for a week, so I have no other intention to treat you all to dinner."

"Oh." Everyone nodded in understanding.

It turned out that Mr. Ao wanted to increase his favorability for his little lover.

Everyone relaxed in an instant, laughing hahaha and started moving one after another. Mr. Xin Dao Ao is really paranoid. Meng Mo is so good-looking, and he is kind and cute. Whenever he is free, he will help anyone. Even if there is no meal, they I will definitely take care of Meng Mo more.

But Mr. Ao really dotes on Meng Mo.

So after a meal, Meng Mo received a lot of tacit glances. When the dinner was over, everyone said that they would work hard in the future and live up to Mr. Ao's "trust".

Meng Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief, luckily he didn't misunderstand to the end.

After dinner, Lu Jiang took Meng Mo to have his hair cut. The hairdresser went to a 24-hour national hairdressing chain store. The hairdresser touched the end of his hair and said distressedly: "Your hair is so good, it doesn't even have split ends, really. Do you want to cut it off? Otherwise, I will trim it for you and dye it again?"

"No, just cut it short," Meng Mo thought of being scolded repeatedly, and also rejected by that big villain Ao, so he was very firm, "But don't be too short, the stylist said it's too short to make a good shape. "

"Stylist?" The hairdresser couldn't help but glanced at the mirror twice, "Ah, you're the one...Meng Mo, right? The one who successfully hit the trending list tonight? Ah, ah, you'll be a star when the talent show comes out , will you sign for me later? And this handsome guy, can you also sign for me?"

Meng Mo and Lu Jiang: "...OK."

The hairdresser's workmanship is very good, the cut is very layered and very handsome, Meng Mo looked in the mirror with satisfaction, went to swipe the card to pay, and recorded another sum in the small account that he owed Ao Qin in his heart.

The cashier asked him if he wanted to apply for a VIP card, deposit 1000 yuan in advance, and get a [-]% discount on future purchases. Meng Mo thought about it and smiled and said, "No, thank you." There is no need to come to such an expensive hair salon. If he successfully signs the contract, there will be a special hairdresser in charge of cutting his hair, right?

It's a waste no matter what.

After cutting his hair, Meng Mo smiled embarrassedly and said that he had "something to do" at night and would not go back to the dormitory for the time being. Lu Jiang said "I understand" without asking anything, and took a taxi back to the dormitory in a hurry .

Meng Mo: "..."

He hadn't used up all the excuses he had prepared.

However, as a beast that was starved from childhood, Meng Mo has always had bad luck in finding food. After wandering around for most of the night, he didn't find a single nightmare. A grayish-purple nightmare, rich in color and tangy in aroma.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

Meng Mo subconsciously licked his lips, and went upstairs following the smell of nightmares. As a result, the more he walked, the more familiar he became, and he looked up at the house number—isn't it because he just came to visit the door a few days ago... Is it Lu Fangyuan's dormitory?

Lu Fangyuan's roommate Wen Yilang is a local, and every Saturday night after the draft competition, he would go home and live there for two days, so...is this Lu Fangyuan's nightmare?

Meng Mo looked around, and found that the corridor was dark and quiet, and there was no sound at all, and this area happened to be a blind spot for surveillance, so he walked over quietly and turned the doorknob.

The door was unlocked and opened with a "click".

As expected, the nightmare came out of Lu Fangyuan's bedroom. He tiptoed into Lu Fangyuan's bedroom, closed his eyes, and hummed softly deep in his throat, so that he would not be awakened suddenly, and then from the depths of his soul A long tentacle entered Lu Fangyuan's nightmare world.

All you can see is gray.

Gray sky, gray ground, gray clouds, gray... the sun, the atmosphere of the whole environment makes people feel indescribably depressing.

Lu Fangyuan dragged a huge suitcase, and walked alone under the gray sun. The streets were empty, without a single pedestrian.The whole world is dead silent and desolate.

At this moment, a humanoid figure wrapped in a cloud of dark gray mist floated over without touching the ground, and lowered its head to sniff at his neck.

Lu Fangyuan only felt a chill rushing up from the tailbone to the top of his head, goosebumps all over his body, he wanted to call for help, but his throat seemed to be blocked, he couldn't utter a word, he wanted to move, but felt The whole portrait was immobilized, and even a finger could not move.

The cloud of black mist sniffed at his neck for a long while, then he gave a sinister laugh, his voice was low and misty, with a trace of jerky as if he hadn't spoken for a long time: "I... like the smell on your body."

Lu Fangyuan was so frightened that his mind went blank, his tongue was tied up, and he subconsciously said, "What, what does it taste like?"

"Well," Heiwu lowered his head and thought for a moment, then smiled, revealing the outline of a blurred human face in the darkness, and six bright and neat white teeth, "probably... the smell of selfishness? Small belly Smell? Bitter taste?" He lowered his head and sniffed at his neck again: "Well, there is still a hint of sinister and pungent smell."

Lu Fangyuan: "..."

Hei Wu lowered his head and licked his neck, his voice was low and hoarse, with a lingering coldness that made his scalp tingle: "Young man, your smell is really charming!"

Meng Mo: "..."

Declining God's taste is really fucking strong!

He withdrew from Lu Fangyuan's nightmare without any interest, and swallowed his nightmare without hesitation.

For Lu Fangyuan, being possessed by the Declining God is not a good memory, and helping him get rid of it is considered a good deed every day, and he can do good deeds and fill his stomach, so why not do it?

Meng Mo was full and went back to the dormitory to catch up on sleep.

Half an hour later, when the yin energy was at its heaviest before dawn, Shuaishen came on Yelu, and touched Lu Fangyuan's bed with ease.Lu Fangyuan woke up in a jerk from his cold kiss, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a man lying beside him covered in dark gray mist, and he couldn't even see his face clearly. After getting over it, he asked with a trembling voice, "You...who are you? Why...why are you in my room?"

The author has something to say: Shou who loses his memory every few days hahaha!