Street office where the wind lives

In the end, Luan Zhou bowed his head to the old-fashioned deer, kicked off the slippers on his feet, rolled to the side of the wall, propped his head with one hand, looked at Wei Nanfeng with a half-smile, patted the empty space beside him, and said: "It's too late, I have to go to work tomorrow, Director Wei, don't go back, just stay here for one night."

Just learned about his sexual orientation 1 minute ago, and now he is about to lie down on a bed, Wei Nanfeng thought: This night is really exciting.

But it would be a bit pretentious to talk about leaving now, Wei Nanfeng struggled for a moment, his reason and emotion seemed to be on fire.Before the window paper was punctured, he thought Luan Zhou was a straight guy, so it was okay to sleep together.But when I said the slip-up sentence just now, the listener knew right away that this NPC might also be a homo│sexual│sexual, and the two of them slept together in a strange way, just like a coil of mosquito coils, so inseparable.

Although he wanted to be a gentleman in thought, Director Wei finally succumbed to his instincts and became a villain in action, lying on the bed on the outer side with his neck crossed.

The single bed that I had slept in for seven or eight years was suddenly crowded with two big men whose height should not be underestimated.

Luan Zhou didn't know what Wei Nanfeng was awkward about. From his point of view, Director Xiao Wei was an unshakable straight man of steel, the kind who couldn't be bent even if he had his own ideas. If he messed around, he might be cursed— —About how to correctly guide the sexual orientation of teenagers.

So, he closed his eyes without distraction, Wei Nanfeng next to him was more effective than taking melatonin, the sleep aiding effect was amazing, and after a while, he let out an even small cry.

Staring at his sleeping face, Wei Nanfeng suddenly couldn't laugh or cry: The little comrade is really relieved of him, "my door is always open" to welcome him to bed, and he sleeps so carelessly, without any worry of being sneaked in .

"I'm probably not your type..."

Sighing, Wei Nanfeng put away his distracted thoughts, covered Luan Zhou with a quilt, and tiptoed out of bed to put on his shoes.

With a "beep beep", a new message popped up from the notebook on the desktop. Wei Nanfeng hurriedly turned to look at Luan Zhou, seeing that he was still sleeping like a dead dog with a jade body, he was relieved, and prepared to turn off the computer, so as not to let him go after he left. Then make the little comrade sleep.

But the moment I saw the screen, the hand holding the mouse suddenly stopped working.

"One look, just one look."

Those who can send messages in the middle of the night are nothing more than parents, veterans and romantic partners. Luan Zhou hardly interacts with others, who could it be?Wei Nanfeng decided that the villain would do it to the end, so he frivolously clicked on the pulsating little red dot in the lower right corner.

A new reply on Weibo: This time I am really disappointed. I used to help you talk when others scolded you. It is interesting to say that the reasoning story should be suspenseful. Now it has really changed from day to day. It seems that the writer I really can't spoil you, you treat him like a treasure, and he treats you like grass.Forget it, cancel it and never see you again, I wish you a cool day!

Wei Nanfeng looked at it with a question mark on his forehead, and clicked on all the private message lists with a click.

"I don't even ask for leave in advance. I really think of myself as a boss. The [-]th line is small and transparent. The logic of the story is flawed and full of loopholes. Just read it as a toilet book. The author himself is really not a fan, and his character is rotten! "

"I checked all Weibo, and I have been writing articles since 15 years ago? I don't reply to comments, I don't read private messages. Of course, such aloofness can't keep readers. I deserve to be transparent all my life."

This is still relatively polite, and the remaining few are all straightforward "Cancel!" "Spicy chicken!" The viciousness of each word is shocking.

Luan Zhou’s reasoning short story has always been published once a day, and the truth was announced the next day. Now it’s past twelve o’clock, not only has it not been updated, even the murderer of the day before yesterday has not been revealed. Fans who have been waiting for a long time suddenly exploded. This part of the fans Most of them came here for suspenseful reasoning. They have never read the chicken soup articles written by Luan Zhou, small essays, and online writers. Out, there is no need to have a daily life like a normal person.

At first, Wei Nanfeng thought of deleting one by one, so that Luan Zhou would not wake up and see.Later, the situation intensified, and even a lot of people who didn't follow me came to bombard the comment area and private messages in turn, euphemistically saying "I have been following you silently for a long time, but what you did today is too disappointing."

"No, brother, who are you... What a fuck!"

Across a network cable, people's love and malice are infinitely magnified. The network is like an overhead virtual world. People wander in it, can talk without proof, and can pull high-ranking political leaders from the altar. The keyboard is the weapon in their hands, cold words and cruel words can kill people invisible.

Even in reality, the imaginary suit and leather shoes may be a dead fat man who slumps on the sofa and eats potato chips every day, and the cute loli may be the devil bullying on campus, but it doesn't matter, put on the vest, everyone will go on as usual, Anyway, he utters wild words and doesn't pay taxes.

Wei Nanfeng was furious, and his hand hurt when he pulled the black spot. He couldn't hold it back for a moment, and he picked an especially exaggerated reply, but the other party replied in seconds. It seems that the keyboard man also has professional ethics, at least he can 24 He spends hours in front of the computer, with an indiscriminate mouth, spraying wherever he needs it.

Wei Nanfeng blocked him after he finished his rant, and didn't give the other party any chance to counterattack. He replied four or five in a row, and finally let out a sigh of relief, and cleaned Luan Zhou's Weibo homepage. Hot comment, from mobile phone user xxxx: Daddy, what bedtime story do you want to hear today~

Wei Nanfeng looked at Luan Zhou's reply of "Fuck" or "Hehe", and smirked for a long time. After laughing, he probably felt a little stupid, rubbed his face, and turned off the computer that had just gone through a scuffle.

Looking back, Luan Zhou seemed to be having a nightmare. There was a shallow wrinkle between his brows, and his nose sucked and sucked, like a little milk dog who was hungry in the middle of the night and wanted to suckle.

Wei Nanfeng covered him back with the quilt that had been kicked aside, lightly held his hand, and patted his back with the other hand.

Every summer vacation when I was a child, Wei Nanfeng would go back to his hometown to live for a period of time. In the summer nights, it was so hot that he couldn’t sleep. Grandma took him to the yard and spread a mat. The grandparents and grandchildren lay under the whole starry sky, with a thin but vigorous hand Pat him on the back and lull him to sleep.

Wei Nanfeng followed his grandmother's example and did the same, and it really worked. Luan Zhou's frowning brows gradually relaxed, the small groove between his brows disappeared, and his smooth forehead glowed white under the moonlight.

He looked at it for a while, then sighed softly: "I really don't need to sleep tonight..."

In the silence of the room, a special bell rang suddenly, and Wei Nanfeng pressed the mute button quickly.

After making sure that Luan Zhou was not awake, he took out a white Mac from one pocket, and a new text message was displayed on the screen.

Sender: Dang Yu

There are only two words in the content: take the bait.

Wei Nanfeng looked back again, and then hurriedly left the hut, stepped into the deep pool-like night, took out his mobile phone, pressed the sender's number, and called back.

Before the first ring was over, the other party picked up.

"Hey, boss!"

"Tsk! Didn't I tell you to answer after ringing three times every time, just in case someone eavesdrops!"

"It's urgent. I went to your house to look for you just now. I sent you a message when you were not here. Where did you go in the middle of the night?"

"...I'll tear your mouth apart if you scream again. If you fart, let it go, and stop prying into your boss's private life."

"Hey, I'm just kidding. Boss, why are you guilty? ——Brother just received the news, and he was the big customer a month ago, and he applied again. It seems that this marriage is right or wrong. You should hurry up and go to Let's have a face-to-face interview, he asked you to be a 'representative' by name, and said that as long as he can persuade his wife to divorce, you can just ask for the price!"

"Dang's second child, can you be more professional? I'm a therapist, not a charlatan! I can only be in charge of family counseling, and I can't hypnotize his wife to sign the divorce agreement!"

"Hey, look at what you said, I'm just a rough person, so you just make do with it, anyway, let's try if there is money to be made."

Wei Nanfeng took a deep breath, and decided not to argue with fools, "Okay, first send over the information of the person involved, the more detailed the better."

"Come on! According to the first-hand information, it is said that the big boss's ancestors were mercenaries, and he was in a business that only saw money but didn't show face. In his generation, he ran a casino on the surface, but what did he actually do in it? You know better than me."

Wei Nanfeng sneered. Dang Yu has always loved to exaggerate. He has long been used to it, and he didn't take it seriously at all. He said disdainfully, "Who is the name of such a famous person? Tell me to scare me to death!"

"The information has been sent to you. The name... I don't know very well, but the surname is quite special. Ouch, what does that word read... Oh yes! The surname is Luan!"

The hand holding the phone froze, and Wei Nanfeng froze like a human stick. Almost at the same time, a new email came in. He opened it tremblingly, and a familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared on the screen.

This person's appearance is almost exactly the same as that of the little comrade who gets along with him day and night, except that the edges and corners of the facial features are sharper, and there are a few restless fine lines at the end of the eyes.Wei Nanfeng breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart went back to his stomach when he mentioned his throat, "I knew it wouldn't be him."

The temperaments of the two are completely different, they both have a world-weary face that no one likes.Luan Zhou is just wrapped in a layer of arrogance outside the protective shell, like the spines of a hedgehog. If you really want to hug him, he will immediately turn over and expose his belly to you.But this middle-aged man revealed a strong murderous look between his brows. He possessed the unique shrewdness of a businessman. Under the packaging of money first and mercenary, he was a snake-like ambition.

"Luan Dongyang?"

Wei Nanfeng turned off the email, tapped the screen with his finger, and after a long while, sent a text message to Dang Yu:

Ask the first and third to pack their luggage, and fly to Macau early tomorrow morning to go fishing.

The author has something to say: The Macau copy is open~