am i a devil

When Heizi woke up, he didn't know why he suddenly fell asleep when he was posting Hei Wangmo on the Internet.

Maybe it's because I blacked too hard, and I was too tired from using my brain, Heizi thought to himself, so he began to concentrate on working again.

But when he continued to try to spread rumors to Wang Mo, he suddenly felt an indescribable physical disgust.

Why would I do such a thing? Heizi thought to himself, am I without arms and legs? Why hide behind the network cable and be a mouse in the gutter who spreads rumors and slanders others? Heizi suddenly feels ashamed of his actions.

And he always vaguely felt that if he continued to make mistakes like this, he would encounter very terrible things.

Since he couldn't remember anything, he automatically attributed the horrible incident to receiving a letter from a lawyer or something.

Heizi then posted a chicken soup about quitting circles in the group, then turned off the computer, went to the job fair in the talent market the next day, and found a company to go to work.

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Here, Xun Ying also saw some comments about Wang Mo being hacked on the Internet, but before he took any measures, in a short period of time, these black Wang Mo's posts seemed to evaporate out of thin air, and were Deleted it cleanly.

Xun Ying couldn't help but admire Wang Mo's brokerage company, but on the other hand, he felt very distressed.

He didn't know whether Wang Mo had seen those posts, and whether he would feel aggrieved and sad by some unfriendly speculations above.

Xun Ying pondered for a moment, then picked up a pot of coffee and two cups that had just been brewed, carried them upstairs on a tray, and knocked on the door of Wang Mo's room.

A second later, Wang Mo's fluffy little head popped out from behind the door.

"Xun Ying, you haven't slept yet," Wang Mo said.

"Well, I want to chat with you, is it convenient?" Xun Ying nodded and said.

"It's convenient, please come in." Wang Mo let Xun Ying in, watched him walk towards the table with a tray, and quietly moved to the sofa, and slipped the big ghost in women's clothes as soon as he slipped on his slippers. His wig kicked under the couch.

There was a sudden incident of ghosts walking in the night behind Wang Mo, but he did not report to Xun Ying.

Originally he wanted to say it, but because of Xun Ying's confession to him, the relationship between them has undergone a subtle change, which has changed Wang Mo's dependence on Xun Ying.

He felt that he was being liked by the person he was looking forward to, which made him feel ashamed to rely on the other person. He hoped that in Xun Ying's eyes, he would no longer be a little boy who would only cry and look for his brother when he encountered anything. .

This kind of mentality is quite common in young boys. They have not yet been tempted by the person who has shown favor to them, but they are not willing to appear naive in front of the other party. The signs of heroism will slowly awaken in their hearts.

On the other hand, Wang Mo feels that since their organization claims to be violent against demons (self-appointed), then Xun Ying should have a sense of bad ghosts, foxes, fairies and the like, as if he could feel the breath of demons before like that.

Since he has never felt the evil spirit at home, maybe...the one following behind him is a devil, but it may not be a devil. Anyway, Wang Mo thinks that little brothers like big ghosts in women's clothing and headless men have nothing to do with evil. Relationships, if the evil forces were all like them, wouldn't they be pushed to the ground by the righteous side and rubbed against the ground, where could any antagonistic relationship be established.

Xun Ying didn't notice the big ghost's wig. He sat down on Wang Mo's sofa and poured him and himself a cup of coffee.

"Amo, if you have anything you can't figure out, you can also discuss it with me." Xun Ying took a sip of coffee, and then said warmly to Wang Mo.

"Things that I can't figure out..."

Wang Mo pondered for a moment, and then thought that Xun Ying might have seen someone hacking him on the Internet.

"It seems... no." Wang Mo said with a smile.

"You know me as a person. I have a big heart. Nothing will bother me."

Except you, Wang Moxin said.

"Really, then I'm relieved." Xun Ying nodded, finished his coffee, and then left and went downstairs.

After Xun Ying left, Wang Mo sat in his original place, sipping his own cup of coffee, the bitter and sweet taste attacked his taste buds at the same time.

He felt that although Xun Ying hadn't caught up with him yet, the way they got along was really like a couple who had been dating for many years.

Supporting each other and caring for each other, as many people often say, after years of long-distance running, love slowly turns into family affection.

Many people say this with a tone almost complaining. After the prosperity, it returns to the ordinary, and there is no earth-shattering passion anymore.

But Wang Mo does not regard this state as a negative thing.

He felt that such a relationship was more stable and safer, and it was not bad.

And he also felt that Xun Ying might not burst out with too strong emotions.

He didn't know how long he had lived and what he had experienced all these years, but Wang Mo thought to himself that such a handsome man tempered by the long years must be very moderate.

If you are not confused at forty and know the destiny at the age of 50, then Xun Ying must be already transcendent and half-immortal.

Such a stable and outstanding man is infatuated with such a superficial self, and if he wants, he can even treat him...

Wang Mo thought of this, and spit out a mouthful of coffee with a puff!

Then he heard the miserable crowing of a chicken from under the sofa.

"Ahhhhh my wig!"