My past life was a fan of all men

After school, Mo Lang stepped on his bicycle, stretched out his hands and let the bicycle slide down the slope of the school road, the cool wind in the golden autumn blew up a few bright yellow fallen leaves, lifted Mo Lang's slanted bangs on his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, The bangs were blowing wantonly in the wind. In the hot summer, gusts of cool breeze blew towards Mo Lang's handsome and fair face. There was a trace of coolness and bursts of refreshment, which put him in a good mood.

When Mo Lang's bicycle rolled to the school gate, someone shouted behind Mo Lang, Mo Lang was stunned, stopped the car, and looked back.

A boy with short hair and handsome features stepped on a bicycle and stepped down the slope.The autumn wind blows his fluttering white clothes, and under the sunlight, his starry eyes shine brightly, his face is like creamy fat, his nose is as tall and white as a peak, and his cherry red lips are even more sparkling in the sunlight.

He stepped closer, clasped his hands on Mo Lang's shoulders, grinned like spring flowers blooming on his face, and said with a toothy smile, "Lang Lang, it's been a long time!"

Mo Lang was deeply attracted by the exquisite facial features like jade carvings in front of him, he swallowed suddenly, and stared at the man with staring eyes in a daze. "What's the matter with you? I heard from Mu Yi that you had a car accident earlier, so why didn't you tell me." He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Mo Lang's eyes, frowned and twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Boy, really Forget about me, I am Park Ruolin!"

"Ruolin... Ruolin!" If you forget anyone, you must not be forgotten!Mo Lang looked at Pu Ruolin in front of him, his heart tightened.He glanced at Pu Ruolin sideways from the corner of his eyes, and a dark light flashed across the pupils that were filled with starlight before. "So you are Park Ruolin!"

Park Ruolin asked Mo Lang for his phone number, and then left on his bicycle. Mo Lang watched Park Ruolin go away from him. He watched his back, which turned into a blurred point in his vision, and then disappeared into the crowd. Sea.

"Fuck! No wonder the future generations will be fascinated by him! Even my national teacher can't control it a little bit! That little show is like killing the master!" He stretched out his hand to fan his face, if he hadn't known this person a long time ago He is actually a scumbag who plays with people's feelings, and my national teacher may be bewitched by him again, but... this time, you are destined to fall into my hands!A flash of lightning flashed in Mo Lang's dark, prey eyes, as if the warm sun around him had turned into the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month whistling.

For the past few days, Mo Lang has been thinking about how to help Uncle Liu?Why shouldn't Uncle Liu get up every day before dawn to kill Yexiang?His daughter is still studying and can't share anything.The later generation only lived for 17 years. His parents divorced. If it wasn’t for Uncle Liu’s help to take care of him, he might have starved to death in a cold winter’s night. Mo Lang’s food, clothing, and heart-warming overnight are enough to make Mo Lang think about the rest of his life. one time.

Mo Lang was riding a bicycle, and there was a small fruit shop on the corner of the street not far from the school. The small shop looked clean and bright, and the location of the shop was good, but the boss was not good at running it, which caused the business to deteriorate day by day, and the business was bleak .Mo Lang looked at a wooden sign hanging above the shop, which said transfer.

Discussed with the owner of the fruit shop. The boss thought that Mo Lang came here for fun, and didn't think about how to greet him well. He is an underage child. Maybe he can support my shop!

Mo Lang also knew the thoughtfulness of the owner of the fruit shop, he smiled and said with his eyes bent, "I came here to ask the price for my father." Offer Mo Lang a cup of fragrant tea.

After negotiating the price with the owner of the fruit shop, it was already 8 o'clock in the evening. He stepped on a bicycle and walked from the highway to the alley. One or two handsome men holding oil-paper umbrellas walked past the window with clove-like smiles in their mouths.

Mo Lang stepped on his bicycle and walked around from the alleys in the east to the alleys in the west. If he hadn't been familiar with the surroundings, the alleys interspersed with each other would be like a maze. , No matter what, it takes so much effort!

At the entrance of an alley with a sharp corner, Mo Lang felt that his bicycle wheel ran over a protruding object. He fell over and heard a scream of "Ah...", he braked the parking valve, Standing on the ground with both legs, looking back, under the projection of the weak twilight of the alley, one can see a person lying at the alley, and there is a wheel bruise on his leg.

Mo Lang ran over in a hurry, squatted beside the man, and poked the man's back with his fingertips, only to see that the pale-faced man had passed out.He stretched out his hand to test his nose, he was still breathing, he took his left hand to feel the pulse, he lost a lot of blood...

Turning over his body and taking a look, there are several conspicuous scars on his right chest. Judging from the wounds, it must be a knife wound.Mo Lang looked around, and there was complete silence. "Okay! Seeing that my national teacher is destined to be with you, I can't just ignore death." He locked the bicycle to the water pipe at the entrance of the alley, then squatted down, put the man on his back, and carried the man on his back. He runs to his house.

It took about 10 minutes for Mo Lang to put the injured man on the sofa, and rummaged through boxes and boxes to take out some medical cotton and medicinal wine from a small wooden box.Mo Lang opened the medicinal wine and stretched his nose to smell it. He made sure that the bottle of potion could stop the blood from the man's wound, and then quickly reached out to tear off the tights the man was wearing.

The man's strong muscles were exposed in front of Mo Lang's eyes for a moment, and the most difficult thing to look away was the two trembling pectoral muscles on his chest. There are eight circles below the pectoral muscles, which look very cute. The abdominal muscles are as big as goose eggs. Below the chest muscles, there are two mermaid lines on the edge of the bright red underwear that make people suffocate, blushing and heart-warming... Grass!Why is everyone in such good shape!

Just now in the alley, he couldn't see the man's appearance clearly. Under the incandescent light, his face was like a crown jade, his nose was high and his lips were red. His facial features, which looked like a work of art carved from heaven, were particularly provocative.He closed his eyes tightly, so he didn't know how bright his eyes were, but there was no doubt that the eyelids in his eye sockets were covered with deep and curved eyes, which should be peach blossom eyes that are so fascinating.

Mo Lang wiped the scars on the man's chest muscles with a towel. Although the knife scars penetrated deep into the flesh and bones, they were not serious, and they would heal after a few days of rest.He poured the medicinal wine in his hand on the man's chest, and the blue medicinal liquid overflowed on the snow-like waves, like blue flowers blooming on a clear spring, overflowing with fragrance.

Mo Lang wrapped cotton with gauze, and then coiled it around the man's chest and back several times.The night was dark, the window was as cool as water, the bright moonlight hung high in the night sky, pouring down the silver light of the river. Many years ago, Mo Lang also saved a person who was bitten by a poisonous snake and was on the verge of dying. ...Finally fell in love with myself, out of control!

In the blink of an eye for thousands of years, time is only in the blink of an eye.He looked at the moonlight, let out a long breath, and said in a weak tone: "Chang'e, Chang'e, why are you still hanging high in the night sky after so many years! I don't even want to see Wu Gang anymore Dare to ask, has the osmanthus tree been cut down? Is the water in the West Lake dry? Is everything in the world just a night dream.”

When Mo Lang lowered his head and sighed, the man lying on the sofa got up, his back was facing Mo Lang, his eyes were full of cold and sharp sharp knives, he turned his head, and stabbed Mo Lang's body.

Mo Lang raised his affectionate eyes and looked behind him, then walked to his side and said lightly: "You are up, your body is not well yet, and you have lost a lot of blood, you need to rest, you should not move your body yet. "

The man's thick eyebrows slanted into his temples were frowned, and he cast a questioning look at Mo Lang. "Don't get me wrong, I met you at the entrance of the alley. I know a little about medicine, so I carried you back for medical treatment."

The man clenched his fists, showing the blue veins on his arms, and then threw a white lotus smile on Mo Lang, arched his hands and said, "Thank you!" Then he stood up straight, and looked at the side of his sofa. With his torn clothes, he turned his head and glanced at Mo Lang, "I didn't expect you to be so strong!"

Mo Lang smiled and nodded with Mo Tan's eyes, "Where!" Then he wiped his trouser pocket with one hand and said, "You should rest here for one night, and leave tomorrow, the wound has not fully healed yet." Afterwards, Mo Lang strode to the bathroom to take a shower.

After taking a shower, Mo Lang didn't just put a towel on his straddle or just a pair of boxer shorts as before. This time, he wore a pair of pajama pants that were long enough to reach his knees, and patted his short hair with his hands. Step out of the bathroom.

At this moment, the man was lying on the sofa and fell asleep. It is normal for people who have lost too much blood to easily feel sleepy.Mo Lang took a torn blanket and put it on the man.Earlier, Mo Lang asked him what his name was. The man thought for a while and said "Nine Wars", but he didn't know if it was true.

The next morning, the man left a check and walked away.Mo Lang watched Jiu Zhan leave from the beam. After the door closed, he jumped down to the ground, went to the wooden table next to the sofa, picked up the check and glanced, "100 million!"

Mo Lang picked up the check and wanted to rush out to return it to him, but there was no one there.