Meet Allure

It didn't know when the sky would light up, and the alarm clock rang in the room, and Wen Cheng recovered from his dazed state, moved his arms, numb as always.If the boss knew that he didn't sleep at night but sat in the living room all night, he would probably strangle him to death.Wen Cheng yawned and walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, taking three packs of instant coffee along the way.

Mu Qingyang miraculously woke up without an alarm clock. The clock on the wall showed that the time was 07:30. He rubbed his eyes and sat up from the sofa. Poor Nuomi Tuan rolled under the sofa, and Mu Qingyang smoothly He picked it up, turned on the laptop, and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

There are still some ingredients to cook seafood porridge for Mu Qingyang, and Wencheng can't eat much by himself, so he simply boiled the rest of the ingredients in one pot, and leaned on the kitchen counter to scan Weibo and wait for the fire. I can imagine that Mu Qingyang forced a smile from the other end, slipped his hand, and paid attention to @芝律_尚阳.

A "ding bell" sounded, and there was an additional message on Wencheng's message board.

The content is Mu Qingyang's automatic reply: Thank you for your attention. [love]

Putting the back of his hand to his lips, Wen Cheng smiled.

Mu Qingyang's refrigerator is a decoration.He opened it out of habit, and it was clean enough to house a litter of mice, then starve them to death.There was only a bottle of Laoganma and a few eggs in the refrigerator. Mu Qingyang took out an egg as usual, took a bag of instant noodles from the locker to cook, and took out his new mobile phone to use Q when he had nothing to do. Stop, stir in the pot with chopsticks.

Mu Qingyang just went online when Liu Qiqi's message came.

President: God, I finally bumped into you online.Are you on Weibo?

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: No.

Of course this is a lie.

Liu Qiqi didn't care, she replied.

President: Oh, let's go now, the master just followed you, I saw it, you remember to turn it off and go back.

Mu Qingyang's hand holding the chopsticks accidentally popped a vein.

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: You wake up so early and still check Weibo?

President: I went to bed early yesterday.You are free, why do you care about my sleep?

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: If you don't have free time, whoever follows me, you have to read it.

President: Shang!Positive! ! !

President: Believe it or not, I will kill you!

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: I believe that you, who flatter you to gain fans, will not block me, who has tens of thousands of fans.

President: ...Damn it, I'll go back and catch up on sleep.

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: Good sleep.

President: Get out (ノ｀Д)ノ.

Exiting the chat interface with Liu Qiqi, Mu Qingyang found out Xiao Yi's messages by the way, and replied one of Xiao Yi's 27 messages.

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: I just have one word.No.

Wen Cheng swiped Weibo back and forth twice, and when there was no new news, the porridge was still simmering on the pot.Probably because it was too boring, Wen Cheng clicked on Mu Qingyang's Weibo and sent a private message.

Gong Feijun: Baby.

Mu Qingyang scooped the boiled instant noodles and eggs into a bowl, blowing the hot air and serving them to the tea table, intending to save them for a while before eating, chatted and used his mobile phone to log in to Weibo, first browsed a round of hot reviews, and chose a few Replied to a funny comment, and read @新闻, all of which were confessions from female fans, and there were interesting things I wanted to show him. Mu Qingyang liked all of them, and reposted an interesting one.Finally, click on the unfollowed messages. The top few are all girls' good morning. Mu Qingyang smiled knowingly, continued to scroll down, and saw a message from a big V.

Gong Feijun: Baby.

Mu Qingyang gripped the phone tightly.If this is a cartoon, Mu Qingyang's forehead must have the iconic "well" character when the cartoon character is angry.

All kinds of people's comments on Wencheng's brainwashing immediately filled Mu Qingyang's mind.

"Wow! The public is not the king! Great God!"

"God! You actually cooperated with the Great God!"

"Great God! Live God!!"

"Remember to interact with the Great God!"

……

Mu Qingyang's smile...was distorted.

OK, let's play with you.

Firefly Law_Shang Yang: Wow! !God! ! !Finally saw the living God! ! [Love] [Love] [Love]

To tell you the truth, Comrade Mu Qingyang was obsessed with online games during his junior high school history, he was a shemale, he specialized in cheating equipment, all kinds of shamelessness never went offline, even if his real gender was exposed in the end, the other party still couldn’t get angry .In short, Mu Qingyang has the potential to pretend to be a lolita.

Wencheng didn't reply.

Mu Qingyang picked up the bowl with the familiar smell of vomit, and blew leisurely.

Mu Qingyang stared at the eggs in the instant noodles, and suddenly remembered the bowl of porridge that he had only eaten a few mouthfuls of. It was sweet but not greasy, with a moderate temperature in the mouth, and it was more delicious than any takeaway he had eaten.

God is fair.He gave Wencheng a pair of hands full of talent for cooking, and he also closed the door of Wencheng's likability by the way.

At this time, Wen Cheng was washing his hands under the faucet, and his phone was on the side with the screen on, and the content on it was the Weibo private message interface.

Firefly Law_Shang Yang: Thank you for your attention. [love]

Gong Feijun: Baby.

Firefly Law_Shang Yang: Wow! !God! ! !Finally saw the living God! ! [Love] [Love] [Love]

The hot porridge was in the black bowl, a few drops of porridge were splashed around the bowl, and almost a mouthful of porridge was splashed on Wen Cheng's hands.

If Mu Qingyang was taking revenge, he succeeded.Wen Cheng originally kept the private message interface with Mu Qingyang to serve porridge, and the porridge was only full. When the Weibo notification sounded, Wen Cheng took a casual look, and saw Mu Qingyang's blinding love. Shake, honorably wounded.

Mu Qingyang ate a bowl of instant noodles slowly, then glanced at his phone, but Wen Cheng still didn't reply.

He was in a good mood, put the bowl next to the computer, embraced Mr. Nuomi Tuan again, and picked up the computer to make courseware.Thinking that the vacation was coming to an end soon, and he had to go back to face the young faces, Mu Qingyang's heart grew older.

Wencheng arrived at the company, clocked in, turned on the phone, and prepared coffee.

After returning to work from the tea room, he saw the boss Chu Mo sitting in his swivel chair with his hands crossed on his chest, looking at himself squarely.

Wen Cheng naturally ignored the boss's scrutiny, put the coffee cup on the table, and said, "Are you here to tell me about the bonus?"

Chu Mo raised his eyebrows and said, "No, I am here as the boss to give warmth to the subordinates who have returned from leave."

"Then it's none of your business." Wen Cheng leaned back on the desk and looked sideways at Chu Mo, "I'm very warm now."

Chu Mo smiled, looked meaningfully at the extremely discordant redness and swelling on the back of Wen Cheng's white hand, and said sincerely: "I can see it. You see that the back of your hand is red with warmth."

Wen Cheng kicked the swivel chair with his long legs, and Chu Mo's flat face was perfectly turned away from him. Wen Cheng grabbed the chair and pushed it, and Chu Mo fell out of the chair unsteadily.Wen Cheng sat down on the seat, folded his right leg on top of his left, took a sip from the coffee cup, and casually glanced at Chu Mo, the red mole at the corner of his eye made his eyes look extraordinarily bewitching.

Chu Mo looked at the queen-like Wencheng, and said "tsk tsk tsk" several times, "It's not gentle at all."

Wen Cheng showed the back of his hand to Chu Mo, "Be considerate of the unpredictable mood of the injured."

Wencheng was brought out by Chu Mo alone. He knows the character of Wencheng best. Comparing with Wencheng is definitely not fruitful. The specific manifestation was just now.So Chu Mo stopped making jokes, and went straight to the point: "Xiguang Publishing House has resources to discuss. I inquired about it. The editor-in-chief who talks to us likes to go to the 'City That Never Sleeps'. You are familiar with it, so this task is for you. .”

Speaking of "City That Never Sleeps", Wencheng realized that he hadn't been there for a while.Wen Cheng took a pen and played with it in his hand, "No."

Chu Mo clutched his chest in distress, "You are the first brother of our publishing house, you are beautiful."

Wen Cheng held his pen and said with a smile, "No, go."

The fragile shell of the ballpoint pen made a sound of shattering under the strength of Wen Cheng's hands. Chu Mo straightened his expression and became serious: "Okay, I'll arrange someone else to go."

After finishing speaking, Chu Mo turned around and was about to leave. After walking a few steps, he retreated and asked curiously, "Is the person who did such a thing so hard to get out of bed okay now?"

Wen Cheng's eyes sharpened, and he swept away the slash. Chu Mo saw that he was angry, and left contentedly.

Well, of course well, very well.

Mu Qingyang sneezed, and his typing hands stopped.

Caught a cold from sleeping on the sofa last night?

Mu Qingyang didn't want to get a new illness after his illness was gone, so he hurriedly made a glass of Radix Radix and drank it in small sips.

To be honest, Mu Qingyang has always felt that the taste of Banlangen is weird, and he will always feel sick after drinking it, so he especially admires Xiao Yi who drinks Banlangen as a drink.

As soon as I thought of Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi's message came.

Xiao Yi: you

Xiao Yi: why?

Xiao Yi: So heartless!

Mu Qingyang glanced at the time under the computer.

10: 51.

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: Woke up so early.

Xiao Yi's figure on the other side of the computer paused, and this pause pulled his waist, causing an indescribable pain in an unspeakable part. He lay down on the computer desk and hammered the table in pain. It took a while to get strong enough to reply to Mu Qingyang .

Mu Qingyang didn't receive Xiao Yi's reply until he finished drinking Banlangen.

Xiao Yi: The Holiday Life of College Students

Xiao Yi: It's just so slutty

Xiao Yi: what?

Xiao Yi: you

Xiao Yi: Jealousy?

Chatting with Xiao Yi forced Mu Qingyang to suffer from occupational disease. At this moment, he really wanted to use a red pen to modify the computer screen.Mu Qingyang couldn't help but reply.

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: Can't you finish it all at once?

Xiao Yi: No

Xiao Yi: This is

Xiao Yi: Our

Xiao Yi: The generation gap

Mu Qingyang returned a sneer.

Xiao Yi: Great God!

Xiao Yi: Followed you!

Xiao Yi: Didn't you pay attention to the Great God?

Xiao Yi: Didn't you see it?

Xiao Yi: Ask the master to come out to play!

Xiao Yi: I heard Xiaobei say that the Great God is super handsome!

Xiaobei is the late female who had dinner with Mu Qingyang and his party.

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: How much do you love him?

Xiao Yi: You don't love him

Mu Qingyang saw this message and replied decisively.

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: God damn I love him.

Xiao Yi: It’s because you didn’t

Xiao Yi: I have heard his songs

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: ...

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: Xiao Yi, if you don't correct your problem of pronouncing word by word, don't talk to me in the future.

Xiao Yi: Don't mind!

Xiao Yi: Our best cp!

Xiao Yi: Are you willing to let our fans be sad!

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: Someone will take care of you when you leave.

Xiao Yi: Yes!

Xiao Yi: Great God!

Xiao Yi: How could I forget!

Xiao Yi: If you compete with the Great God...

Xiao Yi: I'd better give up on my own initiative

"Snapped!"

The glutinous rice ball that was still in Mu Qingyang's arms last second flew far away and hit the wall opposite the sofa.

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: Go play by yourself. [Smile]

Xiao Yi:? ? ?

Mu Qingyang ignored Xiao Yi and continued working on his courseware.

Wen Cheng drank three cups of coffee, applied ointment twice on his hands, and left work smoothly at six in the afternoon.By the end of get off work time, the redness and swelling on the back of his hand had disappeared a lot. Wen Cheng went down to the parking lot, stood in the open space for a few seconds to feel the excitement of being beaten, then took out his phone and walked towards the car.

He hasn't replied to Mu Qingyang yet.

Wen Cheng opened the car door and got in the car. He didn't rush to insert the key, but meditated on the dialog box.He was a little confused about the purpose of Mu Qingyang's words.

Stimulated?Got a trap?

Anyway, Wen Cheng was curious and willing to play with Mu Qingyang.

Gong Feijun: So you are also my fan. [Smile]

Mu Qingyang stretched.

He has done enough for today, so he plans to take a rest and watch a movie to relax.

Just before he finished stretching, the phone rang.

Mu Qingyang glanced in the direction of the cell phone placed on the coffee table, but there was no note displayed on the cell phone, but the string of numbers was familiar to him and he had memorized them fluently.

Zhang Shiyun.

Impatient, Mu Qingyang muted the phone, waiting for the call to hang up automatically.

But Zhang Shiyun and others, Mu Qingyang's girlfriend who has taken good care of her for the past two years, she knows Mu Qingyang's temperament best, and if she doesn't want to answer the phone, she can just press the mute button, so her patience is very strong. Played a dozen times.

In the end, when Mu Qingyang lost interest in watching movies, Mu Qingyang answered the phone.

Zhang Shiyun's weak sobbing voice came from the other end of the phone: "Are you finally willing to answer my call? Mu Qingyang, do you have to be so unfeeling after we broke up, and you can't even be friends?"

"No," Mu Qingyang was so upset that he wanted to smoke, but the cigarettes on his body could not be smoked because of Wencheng, and he didn't think about buying cigarettes last night. There was no stock at home, so he had to place his fingertips on his legs rhythmically, " Just say something."

"I want to see you." Zhang Shiyun said.

And be justified.

Mu Qingyang sneered, "How do you treat yourself as your own RMB? If you say you see me, you will see me?"

"Okay," Zhang Shiyun choked up, "Then how much do you want, come out and I'll give it to you."

Zhang Shiyun is still the same as before... Can't grasp the point.When the two were lovers, Mu Qingyang regarded this as cute, but now he feels extremely mentally retarded, and even thinking about the original self also feels mentally retarded.

Mu Qingyang breathed out restrainedly to remain calm and rational, and calmly said to the other end: "Zhang Shiyun, we have already broken up. You are a stranger to me, and you can't even reach the level of passing by. Stranger, do you understand? We don't need to meet, and I don't owe you anything, right?"

The gentler Mu Qingyang's tone was, the more Zhang Shiyun's tears ran wildly, she said hoarsely: "He is just your substitute."

Mu Qingyang was silent for a while, and the rhythm of tapping his legs with his hands gradually stopped.

The ashes in Zhang Shiyun's heart gradually rekindled.

"Read less novels and read more socialist values." Mu Qingyang said calmly, "I'm blocked, goodbye."

After finishing speaking, Mu Qingyang didn't care about the principle of boys letting girls, and hung up the phone directly, and blocked Zhang Shiyun's number at an even faster speed, and deeply thought about whether he should change the number.

The mobile phone switched from the call interface to the Weibo interface, and Mu Qingyang's restlessness was somewhat diluted by the private messages of several girls, until he saw Gong Feijun's new reply.

Gong Feijun: So you are also my fan. [Smile]

Finally back.

Mu Qingyang smiled, and while typing the reply, he fished his coat from the sofa, ready to go out to buy cigarettes.

Firefly Rhythm_Shang Yang: Who doesn't know the great god?

Wencheng returned in seconds.

Gong Feijun: I think you should know more deeply than others.By the way, be gentle with my clothes, you are all six hundred and seventy.

Just as Mu Qingyang put his coat on, he suddenly realized that he was still wearing Wencheng's clothes when he saw the news about Wencheng. An indescribable feeling rose from the soles of his feet, causing goose bumps all over his body. Jump on the skin.

"Fuck." Mu Qingyang summed up his mood briefly, took off his shirt and trousers neatly, stood in the living room shivering with his body bent, and walked back to the room grandly to change his own clothes.

After completing these tasks, Mu Qingyang looked at his phone again, and there was an additional message, 3 minutes after the previous one.

Gong Feijun: Didn't answer me...

Gong Feijun: Did you change your clothes? [Smile]

Mu Qingyang couldn't pretend anymore.

Yinglu_Shangyang: It just suddenly occurred to me that there are fabrics worth [-] yuan at home, and it was cold, so I burned them to keep warm.