Afraid of getting angry, just drink me

Chapter 36

After the conversation with Jiao Jiao tonight, Wang Luoji could see Jiao Jiao's aversion to "deception".

The boy seemed to trust him without reservation, so he was willing to talk to him, but this trust was torturing Wang Luoji.

Up to now, he can no longer deceive the other party against his conscience. Every minute and every second, he feels that he is uneasy in front of others, and he is about to lose the courage to face the other party.

He would think of Jiao Jiao's appearance when talking about "online dating girlfriend"——

The corners of the eyes are bent into a small moon, and even the tips of the eyebrows are dancing.

Jiao Jiao shows signs of getting deeper and deeper everywhere, but that is just a sense of happiness based on lies, which cannot be exchanged for reality.

At the beginning, because of his cowardice and guilty conscience, Wang Luoji kept avoiding this matter with cold violence, irresponsibly leaving all possibilities* to Jiao Jiao to guess, and pushing all the faults on the other party.

But now, he can no longer bear the torment in his heart.

So he proposed to break up, as if he was trying to mend a deadlock, it was too late to regret, and he could only stop the loss in time.

The man thought, he must make the other party stop thinking.

"Brother, let's break up," these seven words are simple, but they are cutting each other's heart with a knife.

The soundproofing of the room was not very good, and through a thick wall, Jiao Jiao's hysterical crying still clearly reached Wang Luoji's ears.

"Wow - woo woo woo woo..." The boy covered his head with a thick quilt and two overcoats, crying loudly.

An endless breakup message made him panic for a moment, as if he had received a huge shock, he couldn't accept this bad news at all——

My lovely little girlfriend, my favorite baby, why did she suddenly say that she was going to break up?

Killing one thousand enemies caused eight hundred losses. As the executioner who cut down the online love with his own hands, Wang Laoji himself was also covered in cuts and bruises.

He thought he could end this relationship decisively and simply, and naively thought that he only needed to put an end to this online relationship.But when he heard Jiao Jiao's intermittent weeping, the man still wept unavoidably.

"Sorry……"

Sadness comes from it.

Across a cold concrete wall, the two men each curled up on their own beds, surviving the long night when no one fell asleep.

The next morning, the two beauties walked out of the room with panda-like dark circles under their eyes, because neither of them slept last night.

But Jiao Jiao's seems to be more serious, because his entire eyelids are swollen and abnormally red, obviously crying all night.

Seeing his boss haggard so much overnight, Xiaoye was so anxious that she hurriedly brought ice cubes to apply to Wang Laoji, "Tsk, hurry up and hold down the ice pack, and give you first aid for your messy face!"

This good assistant brewed another bottle of green tea for him to drink, and even tapped his forehead non-stop. It is said that this can reduce edema.

"Okay, stop knocking," Wang Laoji waved Xiaoye's claw away, "If you knock again, I'm going to have a concussion."

"Oh, my ancestors, did you become a thief last night?" Xiaoye held his boss's face worth hundreds of millions and looked left and right, "Or did you get up in the middle of the night and climb over the wall to go out to play disco? Your dark circles are so fast It’s hanging to the ground! The skin condition is not good either!”

Wang Luoji had no choice but to raise his hands in surrender: "I clarify: I am not a thief, I am not playing disco, I just suffered from insomnia."

Jiao Jiao, who had been vacant all the time, glanced faintly at this side, and a weak word floated out from her throat: "Ah...Mr. Wang, are you insomnia too?"

Wang Luoji replied with a guilty conscience: "Mmm..."

Jiao Jiao felt guilty: Could it be that I cried too loudly last night and disturbed Mr. Wang's rest?

Xiaoye turned into a frightening old woman, and kept chanting: "Brother Wang, can't you just touch the pillow to sleep? Look at your face is swollen."

Wang Luoji's ears were buzzing from his noise, and he said irritably: "Everyone will have insomnia. I drank too much water last night, so I urinate frequently and urgently, right?"

"You're already very old, why don't you sleep well? Those eyes look like they have smoky makeup on them. You still have to shoot commercials today."

Wang Luoji perfunctorily said, "Wouldn't it be enough to put on more powder?"

Xiaoye, who was running around in a hurry, said without holding back: "Michelangelo can't save your yellow face from yesterday!"

"...you are so noisy," Wang Luoji was almost stunned by the chanting, "who can cut off this fat man's tongue."

Even though the two of them yelled again, the Jiaojiao on the side didn't move. He had been chewing on a small piece of apple for almost half an hour.

The boy's eyes were a little empty, and he seemed to be thinking about something, sometimes he would sigh to himself, and sometimes he would quietly wipe away his tears.

Wang Luoji glanced at him every half a minute, and the more he looked at him, the more uncomfortable he felt, so he couldn't eat anymore, and sighed silently.

Xiaoye, who has first-class eyesight, watched all directions with her eyes and ears, and realized that there was an unusual aura floating in the air.

He first thought of Wang Laoji's sexual orientation, and then noticed Jiao Jiao's dark circles of the same style, combined with the fact that the two woke up this morning as sleepy as if they hadn't slept in eight lifetimes.Oh, while eating breakfast, Wang Laoji still peeked at Jiao Jiao from time to time...

In less than 30 seconds, Xiaoye diverged her thinking and logically deduced some bad things.

"Hiss—?!" He gasped, his eyes were squinted like two copper bells, and he covered his mouth with his hands in surprise.

Could it be that... our boss messed up Party A? !

Wow, in order not to lose money for breaking the contract in the future, Brother Wang really does everything he can... No wonder he said that he would rather be a duck than the spokesperson of this farmer's market.

Really dedicated? !Sell ​​for [-] million at a time? !

Xiaoye thought to herself like this, looked at Jiao Jiao sitting next to him complicatedly, and shouted in her head: "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law?"

Sitting across from him, Wang Luoji was holding a bowl of porridge, when he heard this earth-shattering address, he sprayed all the porridge in Xiaoye's face with a "poof-".

Xiaoye: "..." Excuseme?

Jiao Jiao, distracted the whole time: "??"

Wang Laoji handed Xiaoye a tissue with a gray face, and the lingering shock in his heart had not subsided. He pointed to Jiao Jiao and asked, "You, what did you call him just now?"

Xiaoye: "..."

The desire to survive was at its peak at this moment, and Xiaoye didn't want to be sprayed with rice, so she was quick to think, "Spoon. I just want, I want Xiaojiao to pass me a spoon, so I can serve porridge..."

Wang Luoji: "..." I believe you have ghosts.

"But Brother Wang, why, why did you have such a big reaction?" Xiaoye asked frantically.

The man slapped the fat man's mouth, and said flatly, "Don't ask, ask about suicide."

The three of them had their own concerns, and they ate breakfast absent-mindedly, leaving more than half of it in the end, and finally Xiaoye wiped them all away like a storm.

When they set off for the market by tricycle, they passed by the fortune teller at the entrance of the village. The Jianghu magic stick sitting in front of the Eight Immortals table saw the expressions of Jiao Jiao and Wang Laoji, and immediately had a premonition that a big deal was coming.

"Wait a minute!" The old man yelled loudly, and actually stopped their car.

The three of them turned their heads in unison, looked at this strange old man, and asked in unison, "What are you doing?"

The old man stroked his beard and began to solicit customers, and said to Jiao Jiao and Wang Luoji on the rear frame: "You two gentlemen, I see that your Yintang is dark and your complexion is not good, your eyes are dull and distracted, and there must be a catastrophe in your life." big--"

The magic stick hadn't even finished speaking when Jiao Jiao and Wang Luoji, who jumped out of the car, teamed up to dismantle the stall.

The boy punched him with the left, "I hammered your seal black!"

The man punched him right, "I made you look bad!"

The boy kicked to the left, "I kicked you so blind!"

The man kicked his right foot: "I kicked you so that you lose your soul!"

At the scene of large-scale violence, mahogany swords, ghost exorcising bells, incense burners... all kinds of handy tools took turns, and they were all used by the two to teach this swindling stick.

With this posture, even the village tyrant consciously took a detour when he saw it.

Jiao Jiao smashed the signboard with one punch: "Stop all feudal superstitions!!"

Wang Laoji kicked the magic stick over: "Eliminate everything that is backward and rotten!!"

The magic stick who was beaten so badly that his nose bleeds: "...@#...^&%...*>?..."

Xiaoye, the peacemaker, hurriedly came over to try to persuade him to fight: "Forget it, I'm just doing nothing. You have to forgive others and forgive others, take a step back, and we will build a harmonious new society together..."

The two fighting men were still beating dust, and the magic stick was lying on the ground, beaten like a bastard.

It's useless to speak well, Xiaoye can only use the brute force used to deal with bear children, dragging one away with one hand, pinching the back of Jiao Jiao's neck with the left hand, and throwing Wang Laoji into the car with the right hand.

The god stick who was dismantled from the stall had calculated thousands of times, but he didn't calculate that his own disaster came from his mouth, causing two psychopaths who hadn't woken up for no reason, and suffered a bloody disaster for nothing.

Probably because there is a lack of the famous saying in the fortune-telling world: "Never mess with a broken-hearted man."

After arriving at the fruit batch market, the preparations for advertising shooting have been done.

Don't look at this is a rural place, there is everything you want, and you don't lack anything.

All kinds of machinery and equipment are complete, and the filming team is the local gold medal team that makes township promotional films, and the films they shoot are the kind that are broadcast on the town TV station.The female protagonist of the ad is a specially invited village flower of Shabian Village, and the male protagonist Wang Luoji was hired with huge sums of money.

This is the power of capital.

Wang Daxing, wearing a pair of sunglasses, patrolled for a week, exuding an aura of "I'm the biggest guy on the set" all over his body.

He flipped through the script casually: "Ohmygod! Who designed this plot? It's too rustic. Is it a rural farm plot... Oh, I'm sorry, it really is."

Xiaoye listened and thought to herself: Haven't you read the script a long time ago?When I came to the set, I said it again on purpose, is it to show that I have a high level of aesthetics for the script?

Today's shooting task is very heavy, and the protagonist needs to complete the interpretation of two main plots, but this is nothing to Wang Luoji. No problem.

"Mr. Wang, put on," Jiao Jiao sent him a set of clothes——

The polo shirt with fruit green stripes, the wine red leg-slimming gay pants, and a belt with a silver metal buckle are quite in line with the design style of Heilan House more than ten years ago.

Wang Luoji petrified on the spot: "..."

He was melancholy: "Did you pick this up in a hypermarket where the boss is about to run away?"

Jiao Jiao shook her head: "No."

Wang Luoji's forehead throbbed: "Then where did you buy it?"

"What I mean is..." the boy showed embarrassment, "I didn't buy it, it was my uncle."

With a keen sense of fashion and an outstanding eye for dressing, Gao Ao fought eight hundred rounds with the uncles and aunts in the supermarket in the town, and finally got out of a pile of unsalable clothes with "[-]% off the price" Picking up... No, I got back this set of peerless treasures.

This uncle firmly believes that his heart is above all else, as long as it is the clothes he chooses for Mr. Wang, it is the best.

"I might as well wear my own clothes." Wang Laoji smashed the pot, thinking that even if I don't wear it, it's better than wearing something.

Jiao Jiao looked at the other party's luxury clothes, and exuded an aura of money from head to toe, which was not in the same style as the eight characters "Fruit Farmer's Wholesale Market".

"No," the boy shook his head like a rattle, "Your clothes are good-looking, but they don't fit the theme of the advertisement. What we want to shoot is a picture of a rural boy and his wife shopping in the market, not the emperor's tour."

Wang Laoji raised the clothes in his hand, and asked, "Do you have any misunderstandings about the rural guys? Why don't you wear them yourself?"

Jiao Jiao exhausted her tongue, as if trying to persuade a child to drink Chinese medicine, "The heroine's costume is still a yellow floral dress, and you appear on the same screen as someone in this outfit, just like some scum who has made money The husband doesn't give his wife money, he is naked and pretty, but his wife wears coarse linen."

Wang Luoji: "..."

The helper Xiaoye shot again, persuading: "Yes, Brother Wang, if you really wear your clothes, then you are not going to the market, but to the show."

No matter how good Ren Wang is, he can't stand the attack of the two of them, so he can only take this "exotic costume" and walk towards the public toilet mournfully...

The man took off the Armani shirt on *, and put on this 39 street stall. His plump and firm chest muscles supported the small size of the shirt, and the thin fabric on the front chest was stretched out into two three-dimensional points.

Looking down, he found himself...

Excited.convex.up.

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