【Xingmo】My boyfriend is from the Ming Dynasty

On the day of Cyclops' operation, there was a medical commotion in the hospital, and a family member carried the patient's body to the emergency room, and did not leave.He also called up a security guard, and Mr. Xinghua went up to reason, but unexpectedly there were some quarrels, and the two sides fought.Because he was still undergoing surgery, the nurse asked the security guard to stop him from leaving first. Unexpectedly, he was punched in the face during the conflict, and his glasses flew out.

Seeing him, the second assistant yelled, "Mr. Mingyi, you were also there this morning!"

"It's not just here, I'm staring at the punch. Hey, there are a lot of emergencies."

Today is a rare case, and because I brought interns, it was such a surgery, but I still couldn't get off work on time.He didn't go to the colleague's celebration banquet, so he just wanted to see him when he went home.Even at the age of 40, people in love are not clear-headed, and the bruises on their faces don't hurt just by thinking about it.Passing by a convenience store, I want to pick up a box of ultra-thin 001 to pay for it.And this gentleman took two boxes, his heart can be punished.

A little scar can be pitiful.This is what I saw in that Q&A post.Xinghuajun showed him his left face that was swollen by a punch.Mo Cangli said, "It looks like a pig's head." Xinghuajun was so angry that he didn't talk to him for 3 minutes, took his clothes and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.

Xinghuajun's big coat hung on the back of the chair and gradually slid down, and fell to the ground after a while.Mo Cangli walked over to help him pick it up, but the stuff stuffed in his pocket fell down because of the wrong direction.

A bottle of lube and a box of condoms.I also want to know who it is used on.

Mr. Xinghua was humming a little song from the bathroom in the master bedroom. It seemed that he was in a happy mood, and it didn't matter if he died. "The patient today is my friend, and the operation was successful. Hey, his nickname is Cyclops, do you know me from the Ming Dynasty?"

"It's a drinking buddy."

"What a coincidence, he was also mixing drinks at the bar." Mr. Xinghua came out of the bathroom shirtless.

"He is sick?"

"Ah, it's going to be operated on. The situation is a little more stable now. Hey, let me do the math and see him."

Mo Cangli raised his head, "I'm not a fortune teller, and besides, I can't tell fortunes either."

"Then I'll take care of you," he took Mo Cangli's palm and folded it with his own. "Look at this marriage line, both of us are so long, God wants me to be with you."

"You are a modern doctor, why are you so superstitious?"

Xinghuajun lowered his head, blindly analyzed his dick, and even pretended to be serious, scratching his fingertips back and forth.Mo Cangli looked at his hair that was messed up by the hair dryer, and suddenly tasted something human.

Ever since he became a juzi, he has forced himself to go to the tip of the knife, suppressing his emotions as a human being.When they can't suppress it anymore, they simply destroy themselves.At first, he didn't want to have too much contact with Xinghuajun, because he didn't have the memory of being with him. Is Xinghuajun still the Xinghuajun he knew?After getting along with each other, I realized that, leaving aside the memory, they are exactly the same Mr. Xinghua.

This is probably destined by the sky, unless they are arranged to be entangled together, no one can do without the other.

Mo Cangli squeezed his finger into the palm of his hand, and brought him to his side. "I haven't washed it yet, come in and rub it for me."

Rub what?

rub 36 rain

On Sunday, Mo Cangli wanted to stay in bed for a while, but Mr. Xinghua roughly pulled him up from the mattress, and then threw the shirt on him.

"You forgot the salon reception? Why are you still sleeping!"

Mo Cangli patted his hand away, "It's not 8 o'clock in the morning, it's 8 o'clock in the evening." After speaking, he directly pulled the quilt over his head.Mr. Xinghua took a look at the invitation card, only to realize that he had read it wrong.

It is also rare for him to take time today, and he will fly to Miaojiang for a meeting next month, so he looks forward to staying with Mo Cangli for a while.Over the past few nights, and Mo Cangli always likes to touch his left breast, could it be that...does he prefer big tits?However, my own is not too big, after all, I didn't go to the gym to practice, that is to say, I didn't grow a beer belly by maintaining good health and exercise.

It's not right to think about it carefully, that place should be where the heart is.Mr. Xinghua thought about it for a while, and Monk Zhang Er was even more confused.

"I'm off today, let's go add some furniture. You haven't left the community for two months, right? Ming Dynasty otaku?"

"...Otaku refers to those groups who are overly addicted to a certain subculture and love to stay at home. It is just the external performance of most of them rather than the internal characteristics. You are a conceptual fallacy, which is outrageously wrong." Mo Cangli lifted the quilt and looked at him with disdain.

"Oh, you understand quite well, are you going or not? Do you know that every night I sleep on this low mattress and it hurts so much!"

Cang Li kept silent and thought for a while before replying with some reluctance: "Go."

In a store in a home furnishing city, Mo Cangli was a little unable to walk in front of Ming and Qing Furnishings. Mr. Xinghua glanced over from the lazy sofa on the side, "Don't buy it."

"Not good-looking? Such magnificent workmanship is not something ordinary people can afford."

"Does it look good?" Mr. Xinghua frowned.

Anyway... the rented room now puts all kinds of furniture in it, and the lack of a mahogany bed is not very harmonious.If he really likes this kind of antique style, it’s a big deal to wait for the house in Zhongyuan New District to be delivered and then decorate an old cadre’s Chinese style... Xinghuajun’s five-year plan has unknowingly unfolded. Inhumane, how many surrogates, surrogacy is still a contradictory spiral stage of adoption.

An acquaintance's voice came from an office supply store not far away. Mo Cangli turned his head to look, and found that it was Feng Xiaoyao, the salted fish assistant from the former detective agency, pulling an office chair, as if he was bargaining.

It seems that I still owe them a small amount of final payment, and my second child called me to remind me a few days ago.It's a pity that I made good use of the shut-up function of modern tools and blocked him.

"It seems that you really like this bed." Mo Cangli looked at him and said. "Look again, and turn back later."

After more than ten minutes, the price was finished, and Tie Yu Qiuyi came back with the invoice.Feng Xiaoyao pointed to the direction where Mo Cangli left, "Boss, I seem to have seen the person who owes us more than 200 yuan in the balance, but I've been dazzled by my mobile phone recently, so I can't tell if it's him. Speaking of which, is it true that the last piece of information was not given to him?"

"No." Tie Yu Qiuyi said, "Isn't he still owed? It's reasonable not to give him."

"I think he walked well. Hey, tell me, isn't that disability certificate also a fake?"

"At least forging Shenfeng can't be identified." Tie Yuqiuyi touched his buttocks and chin. He has a friend who is a professional faker, and he has already taken it for a special identification. "There is another strange place."

"...I think the 'Mo Cangli' on the fake certificate is very familiar to me, but I don't think the guest named Mo Cangli is very familiar."

The salon reception is a Western-style cocktail party, and Mr. Xinghua understands why he must accompany him. "You can't tell others, are you from the Ming Dynasty?"

"You are a fool, but it doesn't mean that others are also fools. How to tie a knot?" Mo Cangli asked, tugging on the tie around his neck.

Mr. Xinghua put down the shirt in his hand and went to tie a tie for him.Several suit jackets had already been hung up by him, and he pointed back, "See for yourself which one you want to wear."

"I don't remember you buying so many." Mo Cangli raised his head, remembering that he had measured the exact size for himself once, and probably bought it secretly.

"Last time you had it made to order by a tailor."

"Gray?"

"Ah."

"Well, you are a professor, you are gentle and elegant. Wearing glasses makes it look like that." After putting on the tie, Xinghua Jun took advantage of him by booing him, but he grabbed his clothes unexpectedly Tie down.

"You're playing with fire."

What kind of domineering president's tone is this?Mr. Xinghua got up and straightened his collar, "...you are sick! Don't mess with things on the Internet."

"I thought modern people like to talk like that."

"What book have you read?"

"See through the little evil doctor."

"..."

The two were dawdling, for a while, Mr. Xinghua felt that he would be hungry and wanted to cook a soup in advance to cushion his stomach, and for a while, the Furniture City brought the furniture from Ming and Qing Dynasties and asked him to sign for it.One hour before the opening, Mr. Xinghua went to drive in a panic, and Mo Cangli went downstairs calmly.

The cocktail party was held in the banquet hall of a star hotel, and it is said that only a few readers were selected by random.It is estimated that the editor's purpose is to let this new best-selling author meet people.

This battle, like a banquet held by a prince, is just a show.Mr. Xinghua stood beside an attendant, quietly stuffing small almond biscuits into his mouth.Not far away, Mr. Gu Hong Jiyu was surrounded by young fans to take pictures.

Most of the time I have nothing to do tonight.

Mr. Xinghua slowly sipped a glass of wine, put the empty glass back and found a quiet place to sit.All you need to do is wait for Mo Cangli to give a speech, reveal the news of the new book, and then take endless photos, and then you can go home.

As soon as others approached him to talk to him, he would just say that he was Mo Cangli's driver.After an unknown amount of time, he was about to fall asleep with his chin propped there, when suddenly someone sat down next to him.

It was a man with gray and white hair, wearing a bright purple suit, very aggressive.Someone came to talk to him with two glasses of wine, Mr. Xinghua waved his hand and said no more.

"I recognize you. You're a man in a white coat! Last time I took my brother to the emergency room, it was you who opened the knife. Uh, your name is Xing...what the hell is Xing?"

"Master Xinghuajun, the doctor of the underworld." It may be on the way, and it is not a good thing to be missed.Mr. Xinghua wanted to get rid of him, but unexpectedly, that person was very familiar, and regardless of whether he was happy to hear it or not, he opened his mouth like a pea shooter.

But the reception is still lively, and I don't know when I can leave.

"Teacher Mo, I've admired your name for a long time, you are very inconsistent with your sharp writing."

Little green haired high boots and a motorcycle leather jacket.This unexpected guest is Shi Yanwen's son.Mo Cangli remained calm and raised his glass to him, "Hello. What's your name?"

"Teacher Mo just call me Xiao Lu." Lu Shimoluo curled up his little braid, "I saw you came with the doctor of the underworld, the relationship is really good, did you see the person sitting next to him? I sent."

Mo Cangli nodded, "It seems that he is so famous because of his skill and kindness. He is my friend and came to be my driver."

"Oh, my friend. My friend will have the idea of ​​dying with you? He really likes you. After you die, he insists on hanging your head in Shang Tong Hui to steal your body, no? He dug it with his hands, his ten fingers were bald, and it was full of blood...even I was so moved."

"It's a touching story, kid, and your imagination is quite rich. I think this editor will be happy to cooperate with you." He pushed a person to stand between them, and Sultan smiled. He made it up. I didn't expect it to work like this. It seems that the rumors are true. "Mo Cangli," Sulshimo Luo continued to shout in a volume he could hear but was not too loud, "You don't have to act with me, I have investigated you, you and I know how you got here, and I How it came about. No, maybe I know better than you."

"Give me the tree, and I can still consider keeping 'Mo Cangli' alive."

"Huh? I thought that the people who could threaten me in this era have not yet been born. Young people are fearful and courageous. Xiao Kong, do you miss home?" Mo Cangli turned his gaze to the waiter by the door, "You don't want to, your father does I really miss you, guess how many people they arranged to catch you all?"