God, I think you're flirting with me

Chapter 26, Aren't You Inexperienced?

As soon as Chen Mo posted this Weibo, and Huang Qiao forwarded it, the black people who were still complaining on Chen Mo's Weibo stopped talking, and the person who jumped the most and spoke the worst before disappeared.

Of course, Chen Mo also knew that many people must have gone to Qingfeng Haoyue's Weibo again, but it didn't matter to him, and he didn't want to.

On the Internet, naturally no one apologized for the previous remarks. Chen Mo’s Weibo comments were one-sided again, and the painting style became: I knew that Baby Yu was not that kind of person. Some people are just jealous. The attitude of sending private messages, do you really think you are a dish?I still want to sing a chorus with the great god, go dreaming, dare to frame our Yubao, wish to explode on the spot...

Chen Mo flipped through the comments roughly, thought for a while and posted another Weibo:

Bianyu V: Now things are very clear, I believe everyone knows who is right and who is wrong, here I would like to thank you who chose to believe in me when the situation was unclear [Bow], thank you for your willingness to believe in me.Thanks also to @生活萌营V, @曲临V for their great help!Congratulations to Qu Linda for the successful conclusion of his first solo session [applause] [applause].

After posting Weibo, Chen Mo threw the phone on the sofa, leaned back on the back of the sofa, stretched and sighed: "Ah~ finally solved."

Huang Qiao also saw Chen Mo's second Weibo post, and didn't rush to forward it. Looking at the small white belly exposed by his stretching movements, he smiled and lay down with him, and asked : "Do you regret it?"

If the two of them are still planning to hang out in such a circle in the future, these things will only increase in the future. After all, with so many eyes on them, even small things may be magnified in the future.

Chen Mo turned his head to look at Huang Qiao, shook his head, and asked, "Master, did you also encounter these bad things back then?" The Master must have worked hard to get to this position, and he must have done a lot of sadness that they people don't know about, right?

"I haven't met you in such a situation, but there are quite a few people who said that I bought a navy." Huang Qiao replied after thinking about it.

Chen Mo opened his eyes and looked at Huang Qiao curiously, a little puzzled: "Shuijun?"

Huang Qiao nodded: "That's right. Because I only released a song at that time, the number of views, comments, and fans were all abnormally high, so some people said that I spent money to buy it on a certain treasure."

It was the first time Chen Mo heard of this kind of thing, he moved a little towards Huang Qiao, and asked: "This kind of thing can still be bought."

Huang Qiao looked at Chen Mo who was getting closer, his eyes were deeper than before, he put his hand on the sofa quilt, and shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't bought it, I just heard about it."

"Oh, that's it." Chen Mo turned his head to look at the coffee table, and nodded knowingly, he also didn't believe that the Great Master was the kind of person who bought navy.

"By the way, God, are you planning to resign in the future?" Chen Mo remembered what Huang Qiao said before to develop in this direction, and the hospital must not care about it.

Huang Qiao looked at Chen Mo's troubled face, and replied, "I've already resigned."

"What?" Chen Mo straightened up after hearing Huang Qiao's words, and looked at him in disbelief: "You have already resigned?!" When did it happen?Why don't you know?

Seeing Chen Mo's big reaction, Huang Qiao paused, a little funny: "I thought you knew something."

Chen Mo touched|touched the back of his head, puzzled: "Know? Know what? You never told me."

"Didn't I tell you before?" Huang Qiao put his hands on Chen Mo's shoulders, pulled him back to the sofa, and asked, "You don't really think that our Mid-Autumn Festival is longer than yours, do you? "

Chen Mo fell back to the sofa, nodded blankly, and said, "Isn't it?"

Seeing Chen Mo's expression of taking it for granted that I believe everything you say, Huang Qiao was amused by him, and stretched out his hand to rub his hair: "You really don't know much about the profession of a doctor."

Next is the science popularization time of the Great God. After Chen Mo listened to it, he had the same expression—it turns out that the vacation time of the medical staff is different from his own, because even if it is a holiday, some people still get sick, so most of the hospital staff are There is a rotation system, after all, the hospital cannot be without people.

"But God, you don't have a commercial performance in your hands yet, so you quit your job so early, is that okay?" Chen Mo looked at Huang Qiao and asked a little worried.

After hearing this, Huang Qiao suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Chen Mo into his arms, then lowered his head and asked softly, "If I can't receive activities and have no job, will you despise me?"

Chen Mo, who broke free from Huang Qiao's arms, looked at his smiling eyes, and deliberately said with a serious face: "I see, then I have to think about it."

Knowing that Chen Mo was joking, Huang Qiao was not annoyed, instead he said with a smile: "Then Master Yu, remember to give Xiao an answer after you think about it."

Chen Mo tried his best to suppress a smile and nodded, and replied: "Well, my lord must think about it carefully, you can go home and wait for the notice."

The smile in Huang Qiao's eyes grew stronger. He picked up his phone to check the time, and then Chen Mo said, "It's getting late, I'm going to take a shower."

Seeing that Huang Qiao got up and was about to leave, Chen Mo hurriedly reminded: "Don't forget to retweet my previous Weibo."

Huang Qiao touched|touched|touched his head to show that he knew, and then|went into the room to get his clothes.

When Huang Qiao closed the door to take a shower, Chen Mo took out his mobile phone and flipped through the text messages. He saw the balance reminder sent by the bank two days ago, and he was relieved to see the balance on it—fortunately, his salary was acceptable, so he At present, it seems that food, clothing, housing and transportation are not a problem for the two of them... But in the future, it seems that I have to work harder in the future!

Not a while after Huang Qiao entered, his cell phone rang. Chen Mo picked up the cell phone and checked, but there was no note.

"Master, someone is calling you!" Chen Mo took Huang Qiao's mobile phone and walked towards the door of the bathroom. Because there was the sound of water inside, he was worried that Huang Qiao would not be able to hear him, so he deliberately increased his voice.

Not a while after finishing speaking, Huang Qiao's muffled voice came out: "Just pick it up for me."

"Okay." Chen Mo responded, then slid the answer button, and walked to the living room while talking: "Hello..."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Mo sat on the sofa, holding his mobile phone in one hand and his mobile phone in the other, with a blank expression on his face and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"What's wrong?" Huang Qiao asked suspiciously when he came out of the bathroom wearing the same pajamas as Chen Mo's one size bigger, and he saw Chen Mo sitting on the sofa with blank eyes.

Wasn't it fine when you just took a shower?

"By the way, who called just now?" After making sure that her hair didn't drip, Huang Qiao sat beside Chen Mo, looked at his mobile phone in his hand, and asked.

Chen Mo felt the sag of the sofa beside him, and turned his head to look at Huang Qiao mechanically, seeing that the latter was a little inexplicable.

Just when Huang Qiao was about to speak again, Chen Mo seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, and suddenly rushed over to hug him, staring at his face with bright eyes, and asked eagerly: "Master, do you still need a follower? "

Huang Qiao was taken aback by Chen Mo's sudden initiative. He put his arms around Chen Mo's back to prevent the tragedy of the two falling off the sofa together. Looking at the expression of the person hanging on him, and thinking of the phone call just now, Huang Qiao felt I probably have a bottom line, and asked Chen Mo: "Mr. Wang from the phone call just now?"

Mr. Wang is the organizer of Huang Qiao's solo concert this time.

Chen Mo nodded, looked at Huang Qiao and still didn't speak.

"He sent money?" Huang Qiao was not in a hurry, and continued to ask.

Chen Mo didn't nod anymore, and hugged Huang Qiao's hand: "God, please hug your thigh!"

Seeing him like this, Huang Qiao laughed: "Don't talk about big | legs, people can't move because of your hug."

Chen Mo felt a little embarrassed after hearing Huang Qiao's words, but he still didn't let go, and asked, "Master, are you still short of a follower? The kind who would eat after studying in college."

Huang Qiao pulled his hand out of Chen Mo's arms, took the wet towel off his neck and put it aside, then put his head on Chen Mo's forehead, his voice was a little hoarse: "The servant is not bad anymore. , but there is still a lifetime away from me.”

After saying this, Huang Qiao hugged Chen Mo's back with one hand and pressed the back of his head with the other, and kissed him in the current position.

As Huang Qiao went deeper, Chen Mo's originally wide eyes were no longer as clear as before, and a thought flashed in his mind in a daze - the toothpaste that the great god used seemed to be the toothpaste I was using.

This is the first time for Chen Mo, without much experience, he can only accept passively and doesn't know how to breathe. When Huang Qiao finally let him go, he quickly opened his mouth wide to breathe fresh air.

"Phew~~ I'm suffocating." Chen Mo didn't care about complaining about Huang Qiao's sneak attack, he supported Huang Qiao's chest with one hand and fanned the wind with the other, as if he had run 400 meters.

"Why don't you know how to breathe?" Huang Qiao stretched out his hand behind Chen Mo's back and asked amusedly.

After hearing this, Chen Mo retorted subconsciously: "You think I don't want to? Isn't this the first time I can't?"

"Why don't you say a word, you let me..." Chen Mo looked up at Huang Qiao, and was blocked again before he could finish speaking.

"It's okay, I'll teach you..."

The author has something to say: It’s too late to write a small theater_(:зゝ∠)_

Autumn has not yet passed, and winter will pass directly. It's freezing me to death! !