Can you break it, buddy? [Travel]

"..."

Sheng Zimo's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stopped breathing.

At this moment, the weight of the weight on his body actually lay down on his back and burst into laughter. After laughing for a long time, Yan Jinxiao said: "Do you think this line is too oily?" The low voice was still full of laughter .

Sheng Zimo's blood was surging with shock and fear, and he finally realized that the bastard Yan Jinxiao just acted in the plot of tomorrow's play!

——This bastard... Is this kidding me again? !

Sheng Zimo let out a "fuck", sat up with a grunt, gritted his teeth and said, "You're really becoming more and more of a jerk now!"

Yan Jinxiao half-supported his body on his elbows, lying on his side on the bed with his long legs bent, innocently said: "I act like a jerk!"

"But... don't change the subject, tell me, what were you doing while I was away? Huh?" Yan Jinxiao laughed, "It's still a headache to change the picture?"

Thank you for making it up!

Sheng Zimo was so guilty that he had to hold on to his face. He got out of bed, poured a glass of water and swallowed a big mouthful. He really wanted to choke himself to death on the spot.

After a while, he replied with a sullen face: "What's the matter? You are young, energetic, and have nothing to do when you are free. Is it in your way?"

Then she frowned and gave a "reliance", and threw the changed clothes over her shoulders, preparing to take a bath.

Before entering the bathroom, he said: "—Don't tell me you haven't done this before."

Yan Jinxiao rolled over with a smile and sat up, looking at the back of Sheng Zimo walking to the bathroom, the curvature of the corners of his eyes gradually faded.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

The sound of the shower water was rushing, Yan Jinxiao got up and walked to the window, leaning on the fence with both elbows, looking at the neon night scene outside the window.

He is so busy these days that he takes off, and the first time after filming is over, he drives to various meeting points—as the owner, shareholder, and technical director of many phenomenal Internet products at present, what he has been waiting for these years is "" Hug" signed the day.

It was his hottest desire in his previous life and after his rebirth to meet and mingle with Sheng Zimo again.

But he didn't dare to act rashly, like guarding the sporadic flames in the bitter wild wind, hoping that one day Sheng Zimo could really open his heart and face his true emotions without any scruples.

"Zimo, have you really thought about it?" In the previous life, Yan Jinxiao once called to stop the leaving figure in a severe winter.

He took a deep breath and asked in a hoarse voice, "Really...are you going to get married?"

Sheng Zimo stopped and didn't look back. After a long time, he slumped his shoulders and said in a low voice, "She's in the hospital, I have to go there right away."

The departing slender back gradually disappeared in the snowy night, but Yan Jinxiao kept staring at the direction of departure, standing alone in the cold wind like a knife for half the night.

The past is like a nightmare that can't be explained away - finally waiting for you, but this time, will it really be different?

Yan Jinxiao looked at the vast night, and tightly gripped the fence by the window.

***

Song Mingyi's birthday party was just around the corner, but she received an invitation from Sheng Zimo two days in advance—it was the first time that her little brother, who had been chasing after him for so many years, called for the first time to ask him about his health, and even gave himself an early date. Celebrating her birthday, Song Mingyi's heart melted with excitement!

"See, you're happy, what's the matter?" The female companion beside him chatted and said with a smile, "Ma Yinglong sent you so many delicious and famous brands a few days ago, and I haven't seen you so excited!"

Song Mingyi turned off the phone, and sneered in disgust: "Just his looks..." He pouted his pink mouth and made a vomit mouth.

The female companion smiled with raised eyes: "Then you don't accept gifts from others!"

Song Mingyi pinched his girlfriend so loudly: "You spit out what I forwarded to you now!"

Two days later, at midnight, Song Mingyi arrived at the KTV that Sheng Zimo had booked in advance as scheduled.

However, the moment she opened the door, she was shocked by the explosive dance music and chaotic laughter that rushed out of it, and she was frozen in place.

In this smoky environment, where men and women were laughing and playing, Song Mingyi was dazed at a loss, when a strong man swaying from side to side came beside him, and this man looked Song Mingyi up and down with his small eyes Sanlu: "This chick...who ordered this chick?" He breathed out a strong breath of alcohol, and after speaking, he started to hug someone.

"I'm not..." Song Mingyi shrank back in shock, "I'm looking for someone! I'm looking for Sheng Zimo!" After finishing speaking vigorously, she didn't dare to look directly at the strong man.

"Hey! Tell me earlier!" The strong man nodded Song Mingyi's shoulder, and raised his hand to point her in the direction.

Song Mingyi raised his eyes slightly, and looked in that direction - amidst the choking smoke, Sheng Zimo was holding a wine glass, chatting and laughing with the people around him, and on his lap... there was... there was a... An extremely revealingly dressed... hostess? !

Song Mingyi swallowed in disbelief, was stunned for a while, and walked over.

"Zimo, when did you meet such a beautiful little girl?" A purple-haired girl who was joking with a man glanced at Song Mingyi and asked Sheng Zimo.

Sheng Zimo raised his face when he heard the voice, and with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, another girl in the next seat continued to talk: "People have called you several times... Can't you hear me?"

"Someone came to see you for your birthday!"

As soon as the words fell, a circle of demons and ghosts around them focused on Song Mingyi at the same time, and laughed.

Song Mingyi felt uncomfortable being stared at, and didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

Sheng Zimo looked at the person in front of him—the memories of years and years flooded into his brain, but he didn't show it on his face, and immediately squeezed out a look of hospitality, and said excitedly: "Hey, here we come!"

But just as he was about to get up to greet him, he was pushed back to his seat by a woman sitting on his lap with heavy make-up. The woman asked, "Who is she?"

This woman has an oval face and long curly hair with a chestnut shawl. Although she wears heavy smoky makeup, it can be seen that her facial features are extremely delicate and bright.

She has a big frame, wears a bright red ultra-short tight skirt, speaks in a hoarse voice, squints at Song Mingyi with disdain, and asks Sheng Zimo: "Master Mo, which one of your friends is this?"

Sheng Zimo bit his cigarette, squinted his eyes and smiled mischievously, he replied vaguely: "Just friends."

"Aren't I your friend?" The woman hooked Sheng Zimo's neck coquettishly, "I don't care, you can only choose one friend." She said meanly to Sheng Zimo.

Sheng Zimo laughed loudly, put the cigarette in his hand, cleared his throat, and spat hard on the floor: "You, coquettish, can you compare with others?"

As he spoke, he pushed that coquettish bastard down, cursing: "Go away, his name is Song Mingyi, remember...he is my childhood friend!"

And at this moment, Song Mingyi was startled like petrified with dementia.

She clutched the corner of her skirt tightly, unable to utter a word in a daze for a while.

Sister Sao Huo who was pushed aside was not angry at all. After getting up, she still had a smile on her face, as if she was enjoying herself.

Like a dog skin plaster, he climbed onto Shen Zimo's shoulder, passed his slender arm through the man's arm, and smiled charmingly from the corner of his eyes, stared at Song Mingyi, and asked Sheng Zimo in an extremely soft and tickling voice: "Then I will serve you... Are you a childhood sweetheart, ready to serve you?"

Sheng Zimo smiled, with the tip of his tongue sticking out a bump on his side cheek, looked at Song Mingyi, raised his chin, and said, "What do I want to ask you?"

Song Mingyi: "..."

The drumbeat of the loud ambient music was about to break through the eardrums, Song Mingyi felt dizzy and swollen, and her heart was pounding wildly with the loud music - she couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality, and felt like she was in a nightmare!

The person in front of him was still so handsome that people couldn't take his eyes off him, but Song Mingyi was completely dumbfounded by this domineering scumbag's virtue like being taken away!

Song Mingyi's palms were wet with sweat, he clutched the Chanel bag in his hand, stood motionless, the corners of his mouth twitched: "Zi...Zimo, you are...what's wrong with you?"

"What's the matter?" As soon as Sheng Zimo finished speaking, he raised his hand and pulled Song Mingyi to sit on his lap, and suddenly hugged Song Mingyi, took a puff of cigarette, and while exhaling, he leaned against the woman's chest. Hair bun took a deep breath, and said rascally, "You came to see me at this time, do you really think it's my birthday?"

Song Mingyi's eyes widened, her heart jumped into her throat, she was choked by the smoke and coughed, suddenly, she struggled to break free from Sheng Zimo's confinement and stood up, pointing at someone and tremblingly said: "Why... How did you become like this?!" His eyes suddenly turned red.

The explosive dance music has turned into the very appropriate "wine is dry if you sell nothing" at some point. There were still a crowd of ghosts and ghosts around watching the excitement, but they have dispersed at some point.

"I've always been like this..." Sheng Zimo flicked off his cigarette, put his hands in his pockets, and said unhurriedly, "I can't make up my mind, what do you think is going on? Wait until Destiny's Girl makes an idol drama ?” He smiled indifferently.

Sheng Zimo approached the person in front of him, Song Mingyi couldn't retreat, his back leaned against the wall.

"For me, the shelf life of a woman is only three days... If you can afford it, brother will accompany you tonight."

As soon as the words were finished, this "scumbag man" was pushed back a few steps by a forceful force of sucking milk - Song Mingyi's hard-shell sachet hit Sheng Zimo's ribs with pain.

"asshole!"

Song Mingyi stared at Sheng Zimo, his red eyes burning with little flames of anger, and then burst into tears, and ran away without looking back.

Sheng Zimo looked at the running back, picked up the handbag on the ground, and was expressionless for a long time before he let out a breath.

At this time, Liu Zhe turned over a few steps, put one hand on Sheng Zimo's shoulder, and was waddling and laughing, ready to say something——

Sheng Zimo had already stuffed the bag into his arms, and said, "Follow me and have a look, and send the bag over."

The "Sao. Huo" at the front looked at Liu Zhe who was chasing after him, and leisurely pulled off the long and curly maroon wig on his head and slipped it in his hands, revealing a short cut.

He came to Sheng Zimo's side, and said with a smile, "What's the matter? Are you softening your heart again?" He asked.

Sheng Zimo didn't speak, then raised his hand and patted the man's back, and said softly, "Thank you for today."

Hearing the sound, the six sons raised their eyebrows: "You're welcome, this is the first time I've sat on Mo's lap." Shaking the wig, he said coquettishly, "When will you change the taste and try my style?"

Sheng Zimo looked at his red lips and felt awkward: "Come on, I'm afraid of indigestion."

The six sons shook their heads happily.

After clearing up his mood, Sheng Zimo turned around and said to everyone, "Thank you! Don't be too polite tonight, the food, drink and fun are all mine!"

A nest of demons and goblins burst into laughter and yelling amidst the frenzied background music.

These people are all classmates and friends of Sheng Zimo Academy of Fine Arts. Sheng Zimo's scumbag acting skills can be said to be very good. Not only did he successfully bluff Song Mingyi away, but also opened the eyes of everyone who played performance art.

——It turns out that rejecting a girl is still possible?

Sheng Zimo later paid the bill in advance, bid farewell to everyone and returned to his residence.

There's still play tomorrow, so just get down to business, he's not in the mood to waste any more time there.

As soon as he entered the door, the lights were not turned on, and he saw a figure sitting on the sofa by the moonlight.

The silhouette followed the sound and turned to look at Sheng Zimo. Sheng Zimo turned on the light, and the two met their gazes.

"Why don't you turn on the lights?" Sheng Zimo changed into a pair of slippers and walked over, sat next to Yan Jinxiao, leaning back with his head raised.

After Yan Jinxiao's eyes adjusted to the light for a while, he said in a low voice, "Is it done?"

Sheng Zimo responded without saying a word.

He closed his eyes, it would be very confusing.After a while, I felt a warm glass being handed into my hand.

Sheng Zimo slowly opened his eyes, took a sip of the water, and pulled the corner of his lower lip at Yan Jinxiao, but he still didn't speak.

If he didn't say anything, Yan Jinxiao didn't ask, and the air fell into silence, but the silence made people feel relaxed.

After a while, Sheng Zimo put the water glass on the table, and laughed at himself: "I'm pretty good at acting that scumbag today."

Yan Jinxiao: "You can act in your true colors."

Sheng Zimo raised the corner of his lower lip, and all the memories of the past and the past rushed by. Sheng Zimo thought that he would be very happy to be chased away by Song Mingyi in this way, but on the way back, his mood was surprisingly calm.

Although this relationship has long been overturned in his heart, but when he has settled his affairs, he will inevitably consider whether such a coquettish operation is a bit too much for the 20-year-old Song Mingyi?

But it's okay, if he can persuade people to quit with hard work, why would he bother so much.

When thinking about this a few days ago, Sheng Zimo picked and told Yan Jinxiao about himself and Song Mingyi, but the latter didn't seem surprised after hearing it.

"Are you sure this can really solve the problem?" Yan Jinxiao asked him at the time.

Sheng Zimo didn't answer.

I haven't had a good rest recently, and I drank again tonight. Sheng Zimo will be sleepy and tired. He is yawning and getting up to take off his coat.

"Or you can try a man." Yan Jinxiao's voice came from behind.