Cuiyu Hutong

Jiang Mo stared at Zhou Lianfeng's face for a minute before truly equating the man in the suit with the boy he thought looked good in school uniform.

"Zhou Lianfeng, you're fucking sick!" Jiang Mo yelled out, with a walking stick in his hand, ready to run for his life at any time.

"Where do you want to go?" Zhou Lianfeng snorted coldly, but Jiang Mo could hear the yin and yang in his flat tone.

Zhou Lianfeng didn't move, but the invisible aura made Jiang Mo feel like a trapped pig, unable to go anywhere.

I have been co-authoring with him for six years, and I have never escaped from Zhou Lianfeng's circle.

Jiang Mo turned his head and scolded himself, the cook has been working for a long time, even if he is a pigsty.

He raised his eyebrows, but his imposing manner had already lost a head, no matter how much he said with dirty words, he seemed a little weak: "Zhou Lianfeng, you are really...fucking fucker, stay silent for six years, After finally coming back, I will put it here to scare you, old man."

As soon as Zhou Lianfeng glanced at him, he was scared, but he still stuck his neck and finished cursing.No matter what he does, he can't be blinded in vain. The shape he saved for three days is wild enough and manly enough.

"Have you finished scolding? After scolding, wipe your dirty mouth. I haven't seen you for so many years. You still have this virtue." Zhou Lianfeng took out a pack of tissues from his suit trousers pocket, took out one and covered it in it, still whimpering Muttering ginger powder on the mouth.

Jiang Mo ate a mouthful of confetti, and spit out mouthfuls of paper at the base of the wall, leaving the whites of his eyes for Zhou Lianfeng from the corner of his eye.He glanced at Zhou Lianfeng's appearance, and took advantage of the reflection of the window to look at himself pulling him, then brushed the condensed water droplets on the water pipe and smoothed his frizzy hair.

He raised one eyebrow and said seriously, "None of your business."

Jiang Mo wanted to curse, but he heard his uncle's vague but loud voice asking, "Mo, who is it?"

"No one, old uncle!" He glanced at Zhou Lianfeng, and said, "The one who asked for directions broke into the courtyard. I'll throw him out now, don't worry!"

After finishing speaking, he supported the crutch with his right hand, and grabbed Zhou Lianfeng's sleeve with his left hand.After dragging and pulling, Zhou Lianfeng was dragged out of the yard.

Zhou Lianfeng's slender figure was half a head taller than Jiang Mo, a 1.8-meter tall man who thought he was not short.Broad shoulders, narrow buttocks and straight, it is also a clothes hanger even if you go there.

On the other hand, Jiang Mo, working at the desk for many years, made his spine, which was originally quite straight, bent down.It was as if even the once arrogant young man was bent over by the burden of society.

It is not true to say that Jiang Mo is not jealous, as expected, Zhou Lianfeng, the young master, lives in a pampered way, which is different from poor people like them.

But...how can there be a pampered young master with yellowed old leather shoes and a shirt, plus a pair of gold-rimmed glasses whose paint is peeling off?

Jiang Mo was a little confused.

He didn't have any brain cells that could be mobilized to support him to think about this problem. After all, he was still sore in his heart, but he was so stunned to see Zhou Lianfeng that he suddenly forgot about it.

Now that he had cooled down for a while, he brought everything in his mind to his lips again.

Jiang Mo didn't dare to ask, so when Zhou Lianfeng didn't react, he jumped into the threshold with one foot, and bolted the big iron gate in the courtyard.

Zhou Lianfeng knocked on the door a few times, Jiang Mo ignored him, he was still sitting on the ground picking vegetables, but he only found out about throwing away the leaves and keeping the roots.

The gate was quiet, as if no one had been there.Jiang Mo felt a little dazed, threw a handful of vegetables into the basin, dragged his crippled foot, and went to the door again.

When he creaked and opened the door, Zhou Lianfeng was still standing shoulder to shoulder with the stone lion on the steps of the door.

If he didn't see Zhou Lianfeng, Jiang Mo might feel bad too.But this is really seen, Jiang Mo grinned like a cat whose fur has exploded.

"Zhou Lianfeng, why haven't you left yet!"

Zhou Lianfeng stood up slowly, shook the dust on his pants, looked down at Jiang Mo slightly and said, "You haven't left yet, where can I go?"

Jiang Mo let out a "fuck", and didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

This person, both before and now, has made people so angry that they become angry from embarrassment.

It's just that half of Jiang Mo's cheeks were blocked by the miscellaneous hair that hadn't been trimmed for half a year. I'm afraid Zhou Lianfeng could have seen his blushing face that could be fried.

When Zhou Lianfeng took a step forward, he staggered back one meter and fled like a little mouse.

But Zhou Lianfeng passed Jiang Mo and walked towards the middle of the courtyard with a few steps.He turned towards the small room separated from the west wing room directly opposite Jiang Mo's room, "I rented that."

"When?"

"just."

For a moment, Jiang Mo didn't know how to put his expression on. There were too many questions he wanted to ask, but all he could say was, "There must be something wrong with you."

He even felt that this sentence was not enough to express his meaning, so he added a few more words by the way, "You are a young master, you come to our place to experience the suffering of the people? You can't do it."

Zhou Lianfeng turned his head, his eyes fixed on Jiang Mo's face, not moving away.Looking at Jiang Mo's embarrassing face, he suspected that he had said something wrong.

But before he could open his mouth, Zhou Lianfeng laughed at himself and said, "Young master? Which family's young master would wear such rags and live like this?"

Jiang Mo's mind suddenly moved, and a bad premonition came to his heart.

"Jiang Mo, your mouth should be washed well."

The sympathy that Jiang Mo finally ignited was chilled by Zhou Lianfeng's words, and he was still desperately resisting like a discouraged ball.

"Who will wash it for me? I don't feel dirty myself, wash my ass!"

Zhou Lianfeng glanced at him, turned around and went to the pool, tied the leather tube to the faucet, and walked towards Jiang Mo casually.

Jiang Mo was dumbfounded for a moment, a man who knows current affairs is a hero, and it's not like Zhou Lianfeng has never seen himself like this.He begged for mercy: "Brother, Brother Feng, I was wrong, I was really wrong. My mother... bah bah, stop swearing."

He didn't know what Zhou Lianfeng was like, caring about him was the same as caring about his grandson, but he was most afraid of this kind of thing, lest that man who had lost his mind would think of something to hurt him.

Zhou Lianfeng's heart was touched by this call of brother Feng, he was one and a half years older than Jiang Mo, and he never got tired of hearing this call [-] times.The passage of time did not cause him to lose those few voices deep in his memory, which happened to coincide with those that Jiang Mo called just now.

Even the tight color on the face stretched out, and the soft face lost a bit of air-conditioning, making it look extraordinarily beautiful.

Zhou Lianfeng reached out to touch Jiang Mo's hair, but Jiang Mo turned his head slightly to avoid it.His palms were a little empty, and even his heart felt uncomfortable.

He withdrew his embarrassingly outstretched hand, and only said, "Remember what you said."

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