After returning to the city center, Zhuo Shu got off the car at KW and planned to go back to the company to work for a while, and then waited for his mother to invite him to dinner in the evening.
"You drive back by yourself, don't speed racing, pay attention to security-" Before he could finish his words, he smelled a burst of exhaust.
The car has already sped away.
Zhuoshu: "..."
Ying Tongchen didn't go back to his home, but parked his car downstairs under Meng Gong. It seemed that the two of them hadn't eaten together for a long time.
He called the other party, but no one answered, and no one opened the door when he rang the doorbell.
There was a pot of green plants at the door, he pulled out a key from the bottom of the pot, opened the door and walked in. Looking at the mess in the living room, he sighed and picked up the broom to prepare for cleaning.
At this time, a voice came from the room: "Mmmm, it hurts, take it easy!"
Ying Tongchen was startled, turned around twice, and put the broom back on tiptoe. As soon as he turned around, he stepped on the bag of potato chips on the ground and creaked.
"Who is it?" the man inside asked panting.
"It should be Tongchen." Meng Gong said.
"Then call him to come too," said another.
Ying Tongchen: "!"
Who wants to come with you.
Ying Tongchen turned around and was about to leave, but Meng Gong opened the bedroom door: "It's really you, since everyone is here, you should try it too."
"Huh?" Ying Tongchen looked back in disbelief, "Do you know what you're talking about?"
Footsteps sounded in the room, and a moment later Zhen Mingxin appeared next to Meng Gong wearing a vest with a lot of red marks on his body, stretched out his hand to squeeze his waist, and greeted him with a smile: "Long time no see, Ying, you are here too. Let's try Mengmeng's technique. He is really amazing, it gave me a whole back pain, but the effect is not bad."
Ying Tongchen's expression cracked, and he looked at Meng Gong in surprise: "You, you, aren't you zero?"
"I'm Zero." Meng Gong touched the back of his head, "But does this have anything to do with my massage?"
Ying Tongchen was dumbfounded and said, "Push, massage?"
Meng Gong nodded: "Yes, I went to learn massage, and I just practiced with Ming Xin."
Ying Tongchen looked at Zhen Mingxin, and then at Meng Gong's sluggish expression. He thought that it was a misunderstanding, so he pretended that nothing happened: "So, have you eaten yet?"
"No, I'm going to shoot an outdoor variety show in a few days. In order to thank Meng Meng for taking care of him during this time, I planned to come and cook him a meal, but I ended up being a guinea pig first." Zhen Mingxin said and walked away Go to the kitchen, open the refrigerator, it is full of fruits and vegetables, "Ying brother, you are here too, why don't you stay and try my craft together?"
"You can still cook?" Ying Tongchen asked curiously.
"Not many, that is, some home-cooked dishes." Zhen Mingxin took out all the ingredients and put them aside, ready to start, "You should go to a rest meeting first, and when the meal is ready, I will call you again. "
"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Meng Gong responded, pulling Ying Tongchen's sleeves, "Come on, brother, can I massage you?"
"Can you do it?" Ying Tongchen was skeptical, "How long have you been studying?"
"A man can't say no." Meng Gong gave him a fierce look, and assured him again and again, "Don't worry, I've already graduated. You sit in the office every day, and I'll massage your waist and cervical spine."
"Alright." Ying Tongchen was pulled into the room, and when he saw a massage bed was placed next to the bed, he lay down on his stomach, "You better be really skilled, or I'll beat you to death."
"Trust me." Meng Gong held up his hand and spit out Xingzi, and patted him on the back.
Ying Tongchen: "Fuck you... ah! Tap tap... Are you learning violent massage?"
Ying Tongchen couldn't see how he massaged, but felt that his muscles and bones were being reshaped, and he was suffering from the pain of flesh and blood, and the phone rang.
Before he could see who the caller was, he opened his mouth and said, "Hey... um! Who is it?"
There was silence for a few seconds: "What are you doing?"
"I'm... um!" Ying Tongchen turned back and roared Meng Gong, "I told you to be gentle! I'll take a call."
"Oh, sorry, why don't I pause for a while?" Meng Gong asked.
"Well." Ying Tongchen sat up and put on his clothes, picked up the phone again, and found that the other party had hung up.
Caller - Zhuoshu.
"Forget it, let's continue." Ying Tongchen lay back again, and when Meng Gong was pulling his clothes behind him, he suddenly sat up and realized that something was wrong.
Does the other party think that they are like Meng Gong and Zhen Mingxin that he just thought
But do you think what you think is what you think
He immediately called Zhuo Shu, and after making three calls in a row, he picked up the phone, and his voice was cold: "Is it done?"
"Uh..." It was a misunderstanding, he turned his head to look at Meng Gong, covered the microphone and whispered, "It's not what you think."
Zhuo Shu snorted coldly, "Are you going to argue with me now?"
"Well, it's an explanation, are you willing to listen?" Ying Tongchen asked back.
There was silence for about half a minute before he said: "Just one minute, no, three minutes. If you don't explain clearly within three minutes, you will know how serious the consequences are. This is not a joke, and I didn't talk to me any more. You are kidding."
Hearing this, the corner of Ying Tongchen's mouth twitched, and he didn't even notice it. When he spoke, his tone was a little more pleasant: "We're just doing massage, no more."
It takes ten seconds.
Zhuoshu paused for a few seconds and asked, "Is there any evidence?"
"Wait a minute." Ying Tongchen narrowed the phone field and asked Meng Gong to take a picture of the massage on his back.
"Are you sure?" Meng Gong looked at him uncertainly and pointed to his back, "I think you probably don't want people to see his back."
Ying Tongchen: "? What did you do to my back?"
Meng Gong: "It's not me... ."
"Shoot!" Zhuo Shu on the other end of the phone abruptly raised his voice, "Is there any secret hidden in the back, hurry up and show me the evidence."
"That's fine." Meng Gong took a photo.
Ying Tongchen took the phone and glanced at it, frowning slightly, and fell into contemplation.
"Why haven't you posted it yet?" Zhuo Shu urged, "Don't think about going to P, hurry up, immediately, immediately, or I'll take you as a guilty conscience."
Ying Tongchen closed his eyes and flung his fingers, thinking about how good it would be for this life to pass like this.
Zhuo Shu clicked on the picture and saw that his back was red, it was indeed massaged and rubbed. But there was also a small clue hidden in it. He enlarged the picture and looked at the stamps covered everywhere. Just as he was about to get angry, he realized that something was wrong.
Obviously, these chapters have expired and are not currently closed.
There is only one murderer, and that is himself.
Excellent: o(*////▽////*)q
"Cough, I forgive you." Zhuo Shu replied earnestly.
"Hang up." Ying Tongchen immediately withdrew the picture, hung up the phone expressionlessly, chose to escape reality, and slammed back onto the massage table, "Come on, be harder!"
Zhuo Shu twitched the corner of his mouth when he saw that he had withdrawn the picture.
trivial.
He clicked on the album, but luckily it was saved in time.
"Mr. Zhuo, this..." Mi Shu held the document and pushed open the door of Zhuo Shu's office. Before she could finish her words, she saw that the corners of Zhuo Shu's mouth were about to rise to the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun, and his legs were shaking. Outrageous.
Mi Shu: "Uh... If there's nothing wrong here," I suggest you go to the hospital, "I'll go home first."
"Go back." Zhuo Shu raised his eyes, "You have performed well during this time, and I will reward you with a salary increase."
"Thank you, Mr. Zhuo!" Mi Shu's eyes lit up, and she suddenly found a new goal and a new direction in life. As long as you take good care of Ying's lover, the bonus will be indispensable!
After Ying Tongchen's massage was over, he put on his clothes, glanced at Meng Gong, who was normal, and then listened to the movement in the kitchen outside, and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you tell me about your back just now? Aren't you curious?"
"I'm not curious." Meng Gong said with a smile, "I'm just jealous, so the massage force is very heavy, don't you feel it?"
Ying Tongchen: "..."
Meng Gong winked at him and said gossip, "Are you still keeping in touch?"
Ying Tongchen did not deny it.
"It shouldn't be, you guys have maintained a relationship for so long. I think, either he has good skills..."
Ying Tongchen: "It's not particularly good either."
Meng Gong continued: "Either you are in love."
Ying Tongchen hesitated for a few seconds: "...but his technique has indeed improved, which is good, um."
Meng Gongla stopped the person who wanted to escape: "Brother, tell me honestly, are you two in love?"
"Of course not, it's just mutual benefit." Ying Tongchen concluded.
"You tell me that you are so cold-hearted, what if you really want to meet someone you like in the future?" Meng Gong said a few words in disgust.
"Don't worry." Ying Tongchen smiled lightly, "There is nothing wrong with celibacy, as long as the physical needs are addressed, celibacy is the best."
"Tsk, blind face. But I don't want to be single, I just want to get rid of the single, why is it so difficult!"
"It's time for dinner!" Zhen Mingxin tapped the iron bowl outside, "Comrades, sit down quickly!"
Just as Ying Tongchen walked to the door of the room, he suddenly turned around and said, "Who said it was difficult for you to get out of the order? I think Xiao Zhen is quite suitable."
Meng Gong slowly widened his eyes, his face flushed: "He? He is our good brother."
Ying Tongchen shrugged: "Okay."
"What are you talking about?" Zhen Mingxin came over and asked.
Ying Tongchen replied, "It's nothing, I'll just say you two are a good match."
"Ah? Us?" Zhen Mingxin blushed and said shyly, "Meng Meng and I are good brothers."
Ying Tongchen's gaze roamed the faces of the two of them, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Don't you think something has happened?"
The two waved their hands together, shaking their heads like a rattle.
"Don't talk, come and eat, it will be cold later." Zhen Mingxin urged the meal, "It's just home-cooked food, you really don't want to dislike it."
"No problem." Ying Tongchen and Meng Gong said in unison, and when they reached the dining table, they both shut up.
It's really home-cooked, tomato scrambled eggs, tomato egg soup, salad tomatoes.
"Mingxin, I remember we bought a lot of vegetables." Meng Gong asked curiously.
"Oh." Zhen Mingxin bumped him with his arm, "Aren't we good brothers, don't call me Mingxin, just call me Xinxin."
Meng Gong: "Well, Xiao Xinxin, what about the other dishes we bought?"
Zhen Mingxin: "It's all in the trash can, Mengmeng."
Ying Tongchen: "..."
Ying Tongchen: "It seems that I disturbed you, or I should go back to eat."
"Alright, the food here is not well served, so I won't send you." After Meng Gong finished speaking, he opened the door and made an inviting gesture, "It's getting late, so I won't send you. ."
Ying Tongchen: "..."
Ying Tongchen walked downstairs, looked up at the lights of Wanjia, and sighed to himself, he couldn't help it.
As soon as he walked to the car, he suddenly remembered something. He turned around and walked quickly back to Meng Gong's house. He knocked on the door and no one answered. He picked up the key to the bottom of the basin and opened the door.
"Zhen Mingxin."
The two who were kissing at the dining table were suddenly interrupted, separated in a panic, coughed violently, one looked at the sky and the other at the ground.
Meng Gong forcibly explained: "He seems to have something in his mouth, let me see it for him."
Zhen Mingxin, who blushed like a tomato, nodded straight, and after a while he turned to look at Ying Tongchen, stumblingly asked, "What, what?"
"Do you know a star named Liu Liang? Does he like men? Does he have a boyfriend?" Ying Tongchen asked in awe.
Zhen Mingxin: "???"
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