The stars in the sky reflected the lights of thousands of families, dispelling the coolness of the autumn night. Ye Cheng and Wang Daimo sat side by side on the stone steps at the entrance of the cafe, with cigarette boxes and coke placed beside them.

I looked away from it and didn't know that I thought it was two literary youths who were drunk on the roadside, but in fact, these two brothers who could not drink were driven out by the group of ace blowers.

"Please take care of your tiger girl, let her behave herself occasionally."

The slightly desolate autumn wind swept past and brought two withered yellow leaves. Ye Cheng tightened the collar of the windbreaker and lit a cigarette for Brother Mo with a melancholy look on his face.

"It's light, why don't you care about Qingxue?" Wang Daimo vomited a cigarette ring, and retracted her lower half of her face into the high-necked sweater, and said in a muffled voice: "What do you think afterwards? That Sisi and Minister Kong have you decided who to choose?"

"Do you know why people make instant noodles, but you don't have them? Because you don't have any pots that you don't have."

Ye Cheng's mood, which was not beautiful, became even more depressed. He picked up the Coke can and took a big sip, and he felt like he drank the Coke out of beer.

"You are afraid you don't know how popular I am in school, but we are wise people, and it's ridiculous to say. The word "scumbag" is written on your face. I really understand you very much." Wang Daimo comforted her, then raised her head, pointed to the moon surrounded by stars and said:

"Look at the moonlight shines on us and on others. You can't deny its brightness just because it is not exclusive. Do you know why we can become friends?"

"Because I'm too stubborn? I can make a living by my face, but I just have to rely on my talent?"

Looking at Ye Cheng's particularly serious expression, Wang Daimo resisted the urge to hit him and said helplessly:

"Can you not show such serious expressions when you are narcissistic next time? Besides, it's Mingming who can make a living by his face is not you. He finally has a little interest in chatting, so you can't mess with me..."

"Hehe, I'm telling the truth. I have so many friends, but you are just like me, so it's not natural for us to be friends."

"Why are you scolding me?"

...

The two of them were almost fighting outside, but the room was still laughing and laughing. Boss Nie had a new batch of crafts, and the girls drank so happily.

While using his own bottle to help Bai Qingxue add wine, Chu Zhiying advised: "Qingxue, let's drink more today and go to bed early later. You have been experiencing dark circles these days. If Ye Cheng gives you a guarantee, don't put such great pressure on yourself."

"It's okay to have someone I like and can help Ye Cheng with. It's okay to stay up late~"

Bai Qingxue raised her eyebrows and did not expose Chu Zhiying's little thoughts. Anyway, for her, there is no difference between beer and drinks, so it doesn't matter if you drink more or less.

Han Lingxi quickly dismantled a crab and handed it to Bai Qingxue, and said in a strange way: "I heard that our supervisor Jiao Yan seems to be in trouble."

Zhao Yanyijiu stopped drinking, and asked in two radiant ways: "Don't keep it aside, tell me what's going on?"

The girls always have a strong curiosity about gossip, and everyone focused their curious eyes on Han Lingxi, and even Boss Nie was no exception.

"Didn't she always tell us that she has a husband who does engineering? It seems that because she was owed the project payment, the usury came to the school. When I went to her office to deliver things that day, I saw with my own eyes. Tsk, those collectors looked scary, and Jiao Yan was scared to death."

"I deserve it, this is called evil retribution. If she hadn't deceived Qingxue to attend that event... Forget it, we have to drink one and celebrate~"

Chu Zhiying spat, raised her glass and clinked everyone. Only Bai Qingxue, who was thinking, was half a beat slower.

...

"Stop making trouble, I admit that you are more handsome than me. OK, tell me why we can become friends."

Ye Cheng saw Brother Mo take out his cell phone and find Minister Kong's phone number, and immediately admits his guilt and changes the topic. There is no way, who lets Wang Daimo know too much?

"You are only capable of that." Wang Daimo put down his cell phone with disdain, and like Brother Crow, he took a cigarette and threw it into his mouth. After Ye Cheng lit it sensible, he spoke:

"Actually, it's not because of anything, just because you are the first boy to look at me without a strange look."

Ye Cheng had heard the same thing in his previous life, but at that time, Wang Daimo's tone did not have a hint of self-deprecation like he is now. However, he knew that Wang Daimo talked about this, which meant that he had been officially included in the list of close friends by Brother Mo.

"Everyone feels that I'm very strange, and I also feel that I'm a little strange. My family is quite traditional. My mother is the head nurse and my father is the teacher. I don't have any special experience, but I don't like to wear skirts when I remember it. I like little girls when I go to elementary school. Damn, there's no reason at all."

Seeing Brother Mo's lonely look, Ye Cheng did not speak. At this time, he just wanted to be a quiet listener, because Brother Mo never needed other people's comfort.

"So I've always been quite inferior. I feel like a monster, but I just like girls. After I went to high school, I gradually accepted myself, but I just couldn't accept delaying my life. I've seen too many prejudices. I know that girls will endure those strange eyes when they are with me, so I began to suppress my emotions."

A trace of bitterness appeared on the corner of Wang Daimo's mouth. He put his hands behind his back and supported the stone steps. He raised his head and looked at Fanxing and recalled:

"It was not until I started to receive confessions from various girls that I realized that my face was so popular. Do you know the bad face syndrome? I seem to have this problem. As long as I don't have any expressions, it will give people a feeling that it is difficult to get close to. So those girls are afraid of being rejected and dare not confess to me. At that time, I realized that I was so cowardly."

"Your boast is very tactful. I have learned it, and I will say the same next time."

Wang Daimo sneered, ignored Ye Cheng's teasing, and continued:

"Ha, I also feel very lucky to have a good-looking face, but I still understand that they and I can't end up because people are part of society, and no one can live without their family or society. That's too selfish... But I really like Zhiying very much, so I like it so much that even though I know I might be separated, I must be with her."

"Ye Cheng, help me create the brand. I don't want to regret it because I didn't work hard enough."
Chapter completed!