I'm fierce, I'm aggressive

The plane traveled south, passed through Mexico, which was shaped like a green koi carp on the map, and landed in Colombia, which is located at the northern tip of South America.

At the end of December, the sun just touches the Tropic of Capricornus, and this country crossed by the equator is hot all year round.

Xing Wen changed back to his usual attire, took a chartered car with the team with his camera equipment on his back, and shuttled slowly through the crowded traffic, only then did he have a sense of traveling around the world.

Cao Bing, the general manager of the team, patted his leg and shouted loudly: "Hey, listen to me! We have a mission to come out this time. Only by completing the work as quickly as possible can we strive for more Time to burn money and have fun—”

"Hey, I really want to see the gold museum." The pretty sister who handed the ID to Xing Wen at the airport unfolded her notebook.

"Then we have to go to Bogota, where the altitude is relatively high, maybe only a dozen degrees Celsius." Yu Yong reminded.

Cao Bing: "..."

The car was noisy, as excited as a primary school student on an autumn tour.

Xing Wenquan wasn't listening, nor chatting with others, just fiddled with the camera assigned to him by the team, switching the aperture suitable for the environment.

"If you're playing like this now, aren't you afraid that the battery will run out later?" The person sitting next to him suddenly spoke up.

The window of the car was open, and the wind carrying hot and humid air was continuously pouring into the car compartment. Xing Wen held the camera steady and half-stretched his head and arms out.

"Hey! Xing Wen!" Yu Yong quickly stood up.

Xing Wen had already completed the snapshot at this moment, and when he came back with a smile on his lips, he turned the focus with his left thumb, and even took a picture of Yu Yong.

"Oh, you are." Yu Yong was angry and had a headache, "No one taught you not to stick your hands out of the window when riding a car."

"There is really no one." Xing Wen checked the photos he took just now, and quickly and resolutely deleted Yu Yong's bad one.

He's just not good at taking pictures of people, unless the other person is naturally good, like Mu Chen...

"Originally, I thought that Chen Mo was skinny enough, but now I added a sudden one." Yu Yong looked at him.

"What's wrong with me? I'm the quietest person in the audience now." The person sitting next to Xing Wen retorted.

Only then did Xing Wen remember that this person seemed to have said a word to him just now, and as soon as he turned his gaze away, the other party directly extended his hand: "I am Chen Mo, not the silent Chen Mo, and of course I am not talkative. "

Xing Wen recognized this face, and it belonged to their photography team. It was clean, but not too distinctive.

"I'm Xing Wen, the Xing Wen you know." Xing Wen shook hands with him casually, and his first feeling was that this was most likely a psychosis.

Yu Yong laughed straight after hearing this: "You really consider yourself a celebrity."

"It's really famous." Chen Mo said, "I don't know Mr. Xing Zhu, but I always know Mr. Chen Tiezhu."

"People with the same surname as you don't call you grandpa." The beautiful sister on the other side joined the conversation excitedly.

"Grandpa." Chen Mo yelled generously, and everyone nearby couldn't help laughing.

Xing Wen silently swallowed the phrase "grandson". Chen Mo gave him an uncomfortable impression, and he didn't want to have too much friendship with him.

He is in a pretty good mood right now, especially the moment he picked up the camera just now, as if he was back in his childhood.

It's just that there is that kind of excitement that is vaguely surfacing. If you get out of the car, maybe you will run away without a trace, just like Yu Yong was worried about.

Before setting off, Mu Chen held his face and kissed him again and again, and said, "Baby, if you see something interesting, just show it to me. I haven't traveled around the world yet."

The beloved fox has said so, and now Xing Wen is even more eager to take pictures of all the beautiful scenery in the world.

"Go to every place to follow the command, and remember to give me a report before going somewhere alone." Yu Yong was not at ease, thought for a while and then said, "Don't leave it in some Java country then."

"Oh, I see." Chen Mo said, "It's not the autumn tour of primary school students."

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In fact, the team's itinerary is much tighter than Xing Wen imagined.

It is absolutely impossible for Mu Chen to spend money to invite this group of people out to have fun. Every day, the whole team runs with people carrying the equipment on their backs, and when the group of photos and videos in the plan are finished, almost everyone is exhausted. I can't move, I don't even want to go to the night market.

However, Xing Wen is different. He has good physical strength. After working with the big team every day, he goes back to the hotel where he lives to change the battery, and then walks around with the camera on his back.

It is now summer in the southern hemisphere. Xing Wen only wears a thin T-shirt, shorts and slippers, and walks along the road where he can see the sea from afar.

The sun has not yet set, and the scent of barbecue by the sea is floating in the steaming wind, mixed with various strong and wonderful perfumes, which feels like it can make people drunk.

Today's work ended too late, and it was too far away to go to the scenic spot, so Xing Wen didn't have a big purpose, so he just came out to collect folk songs.

"Sorry..." A woman with a strong accent suddenly touched his arm.

When Xing Wen turned his head, the other party was obviously taken aback, and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

This kind of misunderstanding is very common. According to the previous situation, Xing Wen usually left directly.

But he thought about it this time, and smiled at the other party to prove that he was not a bad person at all.

As Mu Chen said, when he smiled, "it's actually really pretty".

Xing Wen seldom did the silly thing of deliberately smiling in front of the mirror, so he had no way of checking whether it actually looked good or not.

When Guang saw the foreign woman in front of him, he was even more startled.

"Happy weekend." Xing Wen said in English, turned away politely and left.

He took several photos along the platform where he could see the sea, and the embarrassment of talking to strangers was relieved.

Xing Wen turned around with the camera, and noticed a clean window behind him.

An old man wearing glasses was standing in front of the window with his back to him, with boxes lying on the ground at his feet, busy tidying up the Christmas decorations on the window, when he turned his head when he heard the shutter sound, he was obviously startled again .

"Sorry!" Xing Wen said quickly.

The old man slowed down for a while, and then he came to his senses. He smiled kindly at him, and bent down to carry the box.

Xing Wen put the camera away neatly and went to help.

"Thank you." The old man smiled cutely, like a cartoon character.

Xing Wen and him moved all the boxes into the store, and the old man changed the wooden sign in front of the store and closed it.

This is a jewelry store, but its painting style is very different from that of domestic jewelry stores, and it does not sell the colorful and sparkling gemstones that are common in South America.

On the whole, the style is relatively simple and exquisite, with a feeling of magic props.

"Thank you for your help, stay and have a drink." The old man wiped his hands and said.

Xing Wen was not in a hurry, so he simply sat down and looked at the rows of silver rings in the cabinet—these were the most decent items in the store.

It is well preserved, and traces of hand-polishing can be seen. There is a little romance in the roughness.

Xing Wen stared at it for a while, and suddenly felt a little dry mouth, remembering that Mu Chen blushed in the first night, and almost unconsciously called him "husband" many times.

He often called him that in his dream, but now Mu Chen only calls him "Baby".

If you go back to this kind of small circle that looks shiny, will Mu Chen like it?

To be precise, would the other party be willing to be with him...

"I've been waiting for a long time." The old man came out with two glasses of dark things, and smiled when he saw him: "Is there someone you like? Are you going to get married?"

Xing Wen couldn't help laughing when he heard this word.

Before he really fell in love with Mu Chen, Xing Wen probably never thought that he would have a day when he longed for marriage.

In fact, for their situation, whether they get married or not doesn't seem to be that important. Neither of them is a person who lives too much with a sense of ritual.If you just want to hear Mu Chen call "husband", as long as Xing Wen makes a request, Mu Chen will probably satisfy him.

But if you think about it, this matter is only done with the other party.

Among the more than 70 billion people in the world, Mu Chen is the only one who will wear his ring, hug and kiss him after answering countless yeses, and then is willing to do anything with him and go anywhere with him.

I am willing to change from a person who finds the ceremony troublesome to performing a ceremony for the other party.

Heart moved.

"Then beg." The old man clearly saw his thoughts.

Xing Wen was a little hesitant, mainly because he didn't have the money to buy a ring right now.

In order not to be found out from the consumption records, he even temporarily useless his previous account.

"Are you a photographer?" The old man drank a dark purple drink and glanced at Xing Wen's backpack.

"Not yet." Xing Wen also took a sip of the drink.

It is the juice squeezed from the purple corn that is abundant in the local area. It is estimated that some other fruits have been mixed in to make the taste less cloudy.

"It will be in the future." The old man looked at him, "You can speak English very well. Are you here for tourism? How long will you be staying?"

"It's work." Xing Wen is not used to chatting with strangers, "I will probably stay in this country for a week."

"That's great." The old man suddenly smiled: "Can you take a group of photos for these accessories in my store?"

"Huh?" Xing Wen didn't recover.

"I'm going to close the store, put the things online to see if I can sell them, and move in with my daughter." The old man said, "If you can help me with this, I'd like to make a pair of rings for you."

"No problem, of course." Xing Wen agreed almost immediately.

"Do you remember the circumference of the other party's finger?" the old man asked, "If you want to engrave patterns and words on the ring, you can just tell me."

Xing Wen finalized the style, pattern and lettering, and the sun had already set when he came out.

The heat seemed to dissipate along with it, the wind blew quite cool, and there were fewer people on the road.

Xing Wen walked back in the direction he came from, and when he was almost halfway there, he suddenly heard a scream.

It was the strange foreign woman who spoke to him on the road today, with a highly recognizable accent: "Thief! Stolen my bag!"

The footsteps of the pedestrians in front of them were chaotic, and a thin man with a bag ran past Xing Wen suddenly.

As soon as Xing Wen just realized it, another person came out of the crowd, also carrying a camera bag.

This is Chen Mo, who likes to accept his work like him, and is super skinny.

The two looked at each other, Xing Wen stretched out his hand, but the other party didn't react, so Xing Wen quickly unloaded the camera bag he was carrying and threw it to Chen Mo, and turned around to chase the robber.

As soon as he ran, the pedestrians all watched the excitement.

Xing Wen, a good young man with long legs and a strong figure, ran for 200 meters, and captured the skinny man who Chen Mo had tried hard to chase for a street.

The thin man struggled quickly, Xing Wen kicked him in the groin from behind, and the thin man knelt down immediately.

Everyone was stunned by this coherent arrest, the thin man turned his head to see Xing Wen clearly, and immediately screamed in fright.

Xing Wen became playful, grabbed him with one hand and made a gesture with the other to punch, the thin man threw the bag and hugged his head: "I'm sorry! I was wrong! The bag is for you! It's all for you!"

The thin man dug out for a long time, and shook out a bag of watches and rings he had stolen.

Only then did Chen Mo catch up with two camera bags on his back, out of breath. Xing Wen knew that the police here didn't care about such petty theft, so he gave him an extra kick and let him run away.

"It's amazing." Chen Mo was so shocked that he almost applauded, "Were you the boss when you were studying?"

Xing Wen cleaned up the bags of watches and rings, and was a little worried about what to do: "I haven't even fought...ah, I fought once."

and Mu Chen.

Xing Wen was crazy, he wanted to laugh when he thought that the only fight in his life was dedicated to Mu Chen.

It turned out to be a real laugh.

He misses Mu Chen so much, it's only been two weeks.

"What are you laughing at? Are you crazy?" Chen Mo stared blankly, "I really don't understand how you scare people like that."

"My face, the more bad people look at it, the more frightened they are." Xing Wen said calmly.

"...It seems that I am a very good person." Chen Mo muttered.

Xing Wen didn't pay attention to listen, the woman who was robbed finally ran over at this moment, waving her hands and shouting "thank you", when she found out that it was Xing Wen, she was so excited that she almost jumped up: "It's you!"

Xing Wen handed her the bag back, and by the way, also gave her the rings and watches, and asked her to help find a way to deal with it.

"There is a lost and found office here, and I will be responsible for sending them there later." The woman said positively, and then explained with a little embarrassment: "Actually, today I want to ask you to take a photo with my friend." According to."

Xing Wen didn't speak, but smiled understandingly.

"You have a really sweet smile." The woman praised very sincerely.

"Thank you." Xing Wen said, "You are not the first person to say that."

The woman was stunned for a second, then laughed hard, and finally pulled him and Chen Mo to take a photo together.

It's getting dark, and a dozen flash lights are like three devils.

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In China, the New Year's Day holiday has just passed.

Mu Chen leaned on the office chair and drank coffee, listening to Xingwen's new legal counsel - Mu Youtian report on his work.

Mu Youtian fulfilled his promise and won the contract lawsuit against Shiguang under almost impossible circumstances, turning the tide and turning the situation back.

Xingwen has regained his due reputation in the market, and even made a fortune with the help of Mr. Gu from the company next door.

The happy spring of counting money belonging to the fox is coming, but Mu Chen is not happy at all.

"That research institute is obviously backed by the local government, and of course the government is not aware of the tricks they are playing behind the scenes." Mu Youtian frowned and said, "Now we still need to find important evidence, the issue of the capital chain alone. , is still far from giving them a fatal blow."

"En." Mu Chen replied with a stinky face.

"Now I can only look at Xiao Xing... Has he seen the person you mentioned?" Mu Youtian asked.

"I don't know." Mu Chen had the tendency to blow up his hair, "Can't we just blow up that research institute!"

"Breaking the law." Mu Youtian said.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the office, Mu Chen pressed a switch impatiently, and the chief financial officer was let in, holding a large stack of unknown things in his hand.

"Mr. Mu, these are yours." The Chief Financial Officer handed over the stack of things, "It's been in the mailbox for a long time, and I can't fit it today, so I'll take it for you on my own."

Mu Chen was like a dead fox, he took it very irritably, and went crazy when he saw the handwriting on it.

Jumped straight up from the office chair.

"Mr. Mu?" The chief financial officer was about to start reporting.

"Get out!" Mu Chen said excitedly.

"Ah..." The chief financial officer didn't understand what was going on at all, and the boss's face suddenly filled with the joy of earning a billion yuan.

The chief financial officer resigned to his fate and left, but Mu Youtian didn't leave. Seeing that Mu Chen jumped three times on the spot, he regained his composure and sat back on his seat, touching the letter opener like a dog.

"Xiao Xing sent it?" Mu Youtian glanced.

"Yeah." Mu Chen took out the first letter, which contained the photos Xing Wen had washed, "He really took pictures of what he saw!"

He should have thought a long time ago that contacting through letters can 100% avoid the eyes and ears of the research institute.

Xing Wen sent him a letter every time he left a place, and his mailbox has been filled up for more than a month.

Mu Chen flipped through them one by one, including Monte Cristo and the statue of Jesus with open arms at nightfall, the Easter Island with blue sea water, the Stairway Church with colorful windows streaming sunlight from all sides, and the quiet streets of Buenos Aires in the early morning .

And...Mu Chen.

When Mu Chen suddenly rolled onto himself, his hands trembled slightly.

That is naturally not a photo, but a sketch drawn by Xing Wen.

With Xing Wen's excellent memory, Mu Chen's appearance was perfectly portrayed on the card paper.

Some read with downcast eyes, some stared at Xing Wen and laughed, some exploded with anger, back view, side view, standing, sitting, falling asleep, all kinds of things.

In such a way, Xing Wen is sending his miss.

Mu Chen laughed all of a sudden, until he found a not-so-perfectly folded red heart from the latest letter.

Out of some intuition, Mu Chen hesitated for a while and carefully opened the love heart, and immediately fixed it after unfolding it.

The painting is still him, but he is sitting on Xing Wen's body.

The previous paintings are all black and white sketches, only this Xing Wen painted a light orange pink on Mu Chen's fair skin.

In the painting, Mu Chen is barely propped up by his arms, his white and thin body is straight, his handsome neck is slightly stretched upwards, his face is flushed, and his eyes are full of tears that cannot be restrained.

Naturally, Xing Wen only drew the key parts upwards, but the things sprayed on his body mixed with thin sweat are still clearly visible.

The whole person looked embarrassed, unbearable, and trembling, but enjoyed it.

In Xing Wen's eyes, he.

Mu Chen: "..."

"Nephew?" Mu Youtian called out in doubt.

Mu Chen had already been burned from head to toe, he crumpled the paper in a panic, and found a hole as if fleeing for refuge.

The whole person got under the desk, went in too hard and knocked his head, and cried out in pain.

That's too bad, baby!

"What's the matter, nephew?" Naturally, Mu Youtian didn't see the painting, and was completely taken aback by Mu Chen's reaction.

Mu Chen's whole body was scorching hot. He stuffed the crumpled painting into his suit pocket, and his body leaning against the inside of the desk couldn't help shaking.

It was as if he had stepped into a painting, and he couldn't speak a word for a long time.

In addition to the burning shame, there seemed to be some burning emotions in his body that could hardly be suppressed by Gaier.

This also makes people how to spend the spring.

The author has something to say: am I long!

Yes, the picture is the navel orange that you think is healthy and nutritious QAQ

感谢在2019-11-2023:52:47~2019-11-2220:48:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: what are you talking about? 3; they all call me mud bowl slag; 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 12 bottles of typhoon Zenith pot lid; 5 bottles of what are you talking about;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!