delicious life

, got a college degree by making jokes, and suffered a series of blows such as the bankruptcy of the Mo family as soon as he graduated, which made him increasingly depressed.

On weekdays, he is domineering and often has conflicts with his classmates, so he dare not tell the news to his classmate and friend Liang Yuwei, lest he will make fun of him.

At the high school reunion in the previous life, everyone saw Mo Ci who was so depressed, and the scene of sneering and mocking seemed to be a fake memory.

God gave him a chance to make up for those lost, unobtained, and special things, and he has already made him extremely grateful.

Everyone's warm smiles brought him emotions that he could not experience before.A little estrangement, low self-esteem, and arrogance in my heart were all melted and dissipated by this heat.

If I could repent earlier, would there be a completely different ending?

Mo Ci took Liang Yuwei's arm, sang the impassioned school song "Out of Tune", and looked at each other.

The youth and enthusiasm of the youth seemed to return to Mo Ci at this moment, and the full power surged and circulated in his blood vessels.

Mo Cilian sang two songs, and his throat was a little dry, so he sat on the sofa and watched other people's performances, picked up the Coke on the glass table, and drank it in big gulps.

The performances of the students were so funny that the atmosphere kept going up. Mo Ci chatted with Liang Yuwei who was beside him for a while, and couldn't sit still.Nodding to Liang Yuwei, he opened the door of the box and went to the bathroom.

The "smoky" heat wave in the private room made Mo Ci turn on the faucet, rinse his face with cold water, wash away the sweat, and immediately feel much refreshed.

When he raised his head, Mo Ci saw an all-too-familiar figure behind the face covered with water droplets in the mirror.

It turned out to be that Zhao Hongxiu who gritted his teeth and hated him to the bone!

Mo Ci's mind went blank, not knowing how to react.The three words Zhao Hongxiu recurred in his heart, making him dizzy.

—what is he going to do?

He lowered his hand, and the person in the mirror turned his back to him at this moment.

I probably haven't found myself yet...

Mo Ci clasped the edge of the sink, his finger bones turned white.

The last impulse was still fresh in his memory

Inner struggle, rage, tit for tat... What is the result?

The eldest brother's polite persuasion, his own stubbornness bowed...

Then there was a complex intertwining of emotions, which made him subconsciously escape from his elder brother.

Be careful when people are angry, and don't let your secrets out because of anger.

Mo Ci's hands gripped the washbasin even tighter, his shoulders shrugged, like a small boat on the waves.

How to carry people?Mo Ci's heart tightened, thinking of thousands of outcomes, none of which was bad.

Don't be impulsive, and don't arouse suspicion again.

Mo Ci caressed his beating heart, the waves in his eyes were turbulent, but they were already calm.

However, when he raised his head again and looked into the mirror, the man with the false smile on his mouth slowly approached him.

Step by step, steady steps, in the bathroom with only two people, it is very clear.

The shining mirror is smooth and the lights are bright.

The person whose face was printed in the mirror couldn't be more clear.

Mo Ci's body was stiff and motionless, and his tight breath was sprayed on his left hand covering his mouth and face.

A piece of moist.

17、chapter17

Zhao Hongxiu walked towards the washbasin, and saw that the person covering his face by the washbasin on the right was very suspicious, so he couldn't help but take a second look.But there was an unexpected discovery, the back of this man with shrugging shoulders seemed familiar.

Zhao Hongxiu rubbed his chin, and saw the person covering his face hurriedly lowered his head, pouring cold water on his face one after another, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he suddenly remembered something.Uncertainty prompted him to step forward and open his mouth:

"you……"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Ci suddenly turned around, covered his mouth, and vomited vigorously at him.Mo Ci spit out all the beer he drank in the private room just now, and there were stains all over the floor.Zhao Hongxiu frowned his thick eyebrows in disgust. He threw away the little speculation just now, and he no longer had the heart to guess the identity of the messy person in front of him.

Mo Ci retched a few times, his stomach turned upside down.

I didn't want to vomit at first, but when I saw this person approaching step by step, I felt a sense of fear in my heart, so I taught him a trick to vomit in front of Zhao Hongxiu, so as to make him lose interest.

Seeing Zhao Hongxiu's raised eyebrows out of the corner of his eye, Mo Ci was very happy, and the feeling of swallowing stuck in his throat was very uncomfortable, but the joy that filled his heart made him forget the physical discomfort.

Wiping his mouth, Mo Ci slowly moved towards the door of the bathroom, opened the door with the lock in hand, and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, the lock of the doorknob of the bathroom was held tightly by a pair of strong hands first——

Mo Ci felt that his breathing had stopped.

"Is it possible that seeing me makes you want to vomit?"

The person behind said in a soft voice, moved the palm covering Mo Ci's hand down, squeezed Mo Ci's stiff five fingers, and slowly exerted force.

At this moment, Mo Ci felt like a pianist with an inexplicable melancholy in his heart, playing a soothing, desperate and powerless famous song with both hands in the dark and moonless night.The five fingers pressed hard on the keys, causing the piano to make a mournful sound that resonated with it.

The heart, like the mourning keys, penetrates the darkness, and the emotional notes hover tremblingly in the air.

During the long silence, Mo Ci did not explode.His hands were covered by Zhao Hongxiu's slender fingers, and he felt the scorching heat coming from him.

However, the heart hanging on the mountain and cold river is still icy cold.It was not melted by the heat from the palm.

He is timid.

He is terrified.

He is angry.

But his mind is extremely clear.

He can't do stupid things on the spur of the moment.He is not yet capable of confronting Zhao Hongxiu.

He could only, slowly, step by step, take revenge on this enemy who had brought him endless humiliation.

Only by being patient for a while can you become an adult in the future.

With a hoarse voice, Mo Ci settled his body and asked, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

After saying that, he broke away from Zhao Hongxiu's palm covering the back of his hand, and twisted the door lock.He kept silent about Zhao Hongxiu's question just now.

"Will you not recognize me?" Zhao Hongxiu took a step back, and a smile spread from the corner of his mouth to his cheeks.

"I'm the unlucky ghost who was 'mistaken' for your enemy and received your punch for nothing."

Zhao Hongxiu explained, staring at Mo Ci who had already walked out the door without moving.The smile on his cheeks disappeared completely, and he followed.

He saw the traces of anger flashing in Mo Ci's eyes when he turned to wipe his mouth. He obviously vomited in a mess, so why did there still be such anger in his eyes when he was sober?

There's only one explanation... the vomiting, it's just put on, a protective act to avoid his eyes.

Zhao Hongxiu has been involved in the struggle between brothers, uncles and nephews for many years, and is well versed in world affairs.How could he not know Mo Cicai's thoughts just now.

unwilling to contact him.

He was very clear about the intentions of the second young master of the Mo family.These were some unpleasant special memories that he could not help but recall at Manletson last month.

If the anger last time was to harm the innocent, it was a pure accident.Where did the anger come from this time?The situation of repeatedly admitting the wrong person will not appear in him.At least he believes that his face is not a public face.

He was very sure that the anger and resentment of the flamboyant second young master of the Mo family were all aimed at him!

This kind of thought came up in the blink of an eye, and he couldn't help but look sideways.

What is the reason that Mo Er Shao, who has never met before, has such strong hostility towards him?

Zhao Hongxiu stepped out the door, caught up with Mo Ci, and squeezed his wrist: "How about a glass of wine, please?" Such a strong tone is more like a threat than an invitation.

Mo Ci was stunned, the force on his wrist gradually increased, but it was fruitless to break free.

"Sir, I still have something to do. I'm not free today." Mo Ci refused immediately without even thinking about it.He was afraid that if he accidentally poured out the anger in his heart again, it would cause incalculable consequences.

As long as he was by Zhao Hongxiu's side, he couldn't calm down.

The tide is rising, churning, filling the sky, like white waves in the sea, rising into the sky.

Only by avoidance, only by avoidance can conflict be avoided.

The two were arguing at the passageway in the southeast corner of the club. Several men and women who were about to go to the bathroom stopped and looked sideways at the two people who had the dispute.

The tall man tightly held the wrist of the shorter boy with a stiff and cold expression.The boy whose wrist was grasped was sullen, and bit his lower lip to death, his brows were full of resentment.

The two chattered and glared at each other.At the entrance of this open passage, it is particularly eye-catching.Not long after, the guests dancing on the dance floor of the club also looked to the southeast corner of the club, commenting.

"They can't be that kind of relationship..."

"Is it love and hatred? The entanglement of a man who was dumped?"

"This movement, this posture, no matter how you look at it, it's ambiguous..."

Passers-by A, B, and C made comments one after another, and clicked their tongues a few times, all of which fell into the ears of the two.

In this world, there are many women with special hobbies.Their strange remarks made Zhao Hongxiu, who wanted to find out and dispel Mo Ci's hostility, raise his eyebrows, and his complexion turned pale.

"Why do you come here when you don't have time?" Zhao Hongxiu deliberately lowered his voice, and slowly let go of Mo Ci's grip.The suppressed voice was a little softer, not like the cold and hard metal texture just now.

Even so, Mo Ci did not relax his vigilance.The strange remarks of those passers-by did not bring him any discomfort, on the contrary they saved him.

Zhao Hongxiu was able to let go of him and listen to his voice in a low voice, which relieved his tense mind.

Mo Ci avoided Zhao Hongxiu's gaze, and said coldly