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At 07:30 in the evening, it is still early for Qing Bar, and there are few people in MOMO.

Mao Fei was wrapped in the cold and opened the door. The heating in the bar was sufficient, and the snowflakes that fell on the tips of his hair and shoulders turned into mist within a few steps. The boy in uniform who wiped the cup knocked: "Hot milk."

Pei Li was wearing a white shirt and a slim black vest. When he heard this, he put down his goblet and said strangely, "Hey, why are you here again? Didn't you ask for leave and say you have something to do tonight?"

Mao Feihao didn't want to talk to him: "Dating is not as interesting as singing."

"Oh," Pei Li said with a look of understanding, "So he was released as a pigeon."

"I let others dove!"

"It doesn't look like it, with a frowning face."

Mao Fei really didn't want to talk to him anymore, and said fiercely: "Hot milk!"

After Xie Wan sat on the high chair and dangled his calf, he took out his vibrating mobile phone, and saw that the screen was full of question marks from "pig fart/eye". Before he could unlock it, Ran Qing's phone popped up.

"Hey?"

"Feifei, are you okay?"

Mao Fei said, "It's okay, I just arrived at my cousin's house."

Ran Qing said "Yes": "The president of your literature club is in our dormitory. He said that his phone line has been busy and he has something urgent to call you."

It's all blocked, can the line not be busy?

Mao Fei didn't want to hear the man's smooth talk at all: "I just wanted to reply to his WeChat, ignore him, and drive him away."

There were footsteps on the phone, and then Ran Qing lowered his voice and asked, "Are you avoiding him if you don't answer tonight?"

Mao Fei also said angrily: "Yes, I bother him."

"Did I bully you?"

"Yes, without the two of you, I'm already messing with him."

Ran Qing laughed softly: "Okay, hang up."

The phone was hung up, and hot milk was handed to him. Mao Fei took it and held it between his front teeth, holding the phone and typing away.

Pei Li asked curiously, "Who bothered you?"

Mao Fei slurred his speech, "Huaxin Butterfly---" paused, and changed his words, "Huaxin pig's head."

Pei Li raised his eyebrows: "Is that so... I can lend you some thugs."

A corner of the milk bag was bitten off, and Mao Fei glanced at the little boss of the clean bar while sucking. Why is it a little boss, because the big boss is Pei Li's man, a man he knows but has never shown up.

Mao Fei shook his head, thugs are useless, Ju Ming hurt his heart, and he wants Ju Ming to be sad too.

On the screen, news about pig farts/eyes kept popping up. Those four words were really dirty eyes, so Mao Fei clicked into the remarks and deleted the last three words.

Pig: Where is your cousin's house?Are you not coming back tonight?

Feifei: The thief is far away and won't come back.

Pig: Why didn't you tell me in advance?

Mao Fei was too lazy to lie, it was as simple as: the incident happened suddenly.

Pig: It's okay, it's okay, I've been looking forward to your painting for too long, I thought I could have it tonight.

Mao Fei squeezed the milk out of the bag tightly, and replied: No, I still don’t think I can do it. Let me draw a better one later!

Pig: This one is very good!Where did you put it, I will take it away while you are not here, so that you cannot go back on your word.

Mao Fei ignored him and sent Ran Qing a message: Protect our closet!

Ran Qing: Received!

Ran Qing: What's the matter?This man is running around in a hurry, Zhuang Qiang doesn't answer when he talks to him, just stand in your position and look at him.

Feifei: I am so anxious to kill him, there is an oil painting in my closet, and he wants to take it away.

Ran Qing: [OJBK.gif] Don't worry.

Mao Fei happily put away his mobile phone, feeling much better. He jumped off the high chair and greeted Pei Li: "Brother Pei, take up your lounge to sleep tonight, okay?"

Pei Li nodded: "Sleep, Auntie cleans every day."

Mao Fei thanked him, but when he was about to leave, his clothes were suddenly pulled, and he hit a numb arm when he couldn't stand still, and hissed: "I'm so numb! What are you doing, I'm going to go to bed!" bathroom."

"Look there," Pei Li approached, pointing the direction with his eyes, "See that man in the suit."

Mao Fei rubbed his elbows, and accurately located a man with a tall figure and long legs. He narrowed his eyes, and after three seconds, he and Pei Li exclaimed "Wow" in admiration.

Mao Fei muttered: "Wow, what are you doing to you, be careful that your man sees you being nympho to others from the camera, it's so hard that you can't get out of bed."

Pei Li "tssed" and said, "I'll fuck him."

Mao Fei believed that he was a ghost, and quietly feasted his eyes on seeing the man take off his long coat and put it in his arms. His appearance was even more coveted under the blessing of the ambiguous light, and then the man found a window. Sit down in the seat and smile friendly to the waiter who greets you.

Pei Li encouraged: "Forget about being playful, hook up with this."

Mao Fei said regretfully: "It's not my type. He's too old. I like fresh meat of the same age as me."

Pei Li "chucked" him again, wanting to say something like "It's just a one-night stand, what's the point of talking about it?" He didn't say it, he was tired of talking, last year he talked half-jokingly for a whole year, but he couldn't shake Mao Fei enough to take action, so he simply gave him It is named "Guaizi", or "Guaizi" for short.

Mao Fei rubbed his face, felt a little hot, and seemed a little dizzy. He said, "It's snowing so much tonight, so there probably won't be any business. I'll just sing and sing to fool me."

"Just don't be too foolish."

"Then I'm going to the bathroom, if I can't hold back—"

The voice stopped abruptly, Mao Fei stared at the door, Pei Li looked along, wondering: "Who is it?"

"Damn it, my teacher!" Mao Fei covered his face with his hands and peeped through his fingers, "Damn it, it's really my teacher!"

Pei Li asked: "Your school expressly stipulates that students are not allowed to sing?"

Mao Fei said anxiously: "That's not... probably not, I haven't read the school rules."

"Which subject is the teacher? Or the counselor?"

"The one who teaches economics, surnamed Song, is very perverted!"

Pei Li laughed: "Pervert? I like it. How is he perverted?"

Mao Fei used a pillar as a leaf to try to block his eyes, and moved slowly as Song Yusong moved: "I'll tell you later, what matters now is whether you can change my outfit, do you have any masks and wigs, etc. ?”

Pei Li looked at him with a stupid look: "Why don't you just stop singing?"

"But I want to sing," Mao Fei hummed, "I came here just because I wanted to sing."