Ying Tongchen lifted his eyelids lazily, his gold-rimmed glasses concealed his expression, and the corners of his mouth evoked a subtle arc, which gave him the appearance of a gentle scum.

As a people's teacher, Ying Tongchen habitually wanted to criticize his ripped pants and tattoos. As soon as he opened his mouth, he saw the man blushing.

Very good, just like the girls in their class, if they make a mistake and know they blush and feel ashamed, it means there is salvation.

"I can ask you out..." The man smiled shyly, and was interrupted by Meng Gong halfway through his words.

"You're finally back." Meng Gongru was granted amnesty, wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned his head and said to the man, "I'm sorry, I'm also a zero."

The man immediately looked at him with a neurotic expression, and then looked at Ying Tongchen with expectant eyes.

Meng Gong has long been used to such eyes, and explained: "Well, he is also zero."

"What the hell, you guys are actually playing 00 love." The man was heartbroken as a young boy, stomped his feet, and left with his hips on his back.

Ying Tongchen: "..."

Meng Gong: "Haha, how many times have we been misunderstood."

Ying Tongchen was also helpless.

Meng Gong wept: "Poor Laozi, a fierce man, who is still a virgin. I won't leave a little daisy for my funeral until I die."

"Who isn't." He raised his glass, "Come on, this year's birthday wish is that we can both get off the list."

"It feels so difficult." Meng Gong didn't give up hope at all. He couldn't find a marriage in a place where all the members were gay, and the probability of leaving them elsewhere was even lower.

"Then let's take a shot and break it first." Ying Tongchen teased.

"I feel this is relatively simple." Meng Gong smiled and glanced at his serious dress.

A neat shirt and trousers, the button of the shirt up to the neckline is neat, and the trousers have no folds. The facial features are exquisite, the eyes are long and narrow, the pupils are deep, and with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, there is a bit of abstinence in the serious dress.

Wherever he goes, he is an eye-catching person, but this also hinders his peach blossom road. Most of the people who came together were Xiao Ling, who was deceived by his appearance and aura, and had no future of sexual happiness.

Meng Gong sighed: "Tell me about you, the iron-clad wardrobe, the flowing shirts, how many flowery clothes can you have?"

"Poor." Ying Tongchen blocked him back with a word.

The two were chatting when they suddenly heard a sob. Looking over at the same time, saw a handsome and well-dressed man at the next table, wiping his tears with his head down.

"Isn't it? Didn't I just say that he was poor? Poke his pain point?" Ying Tongchen couldn't believe it.

"It's so miserable." Meng Gong agreed.

Hearing their conversation, the man shook his head, raised his head and said, "None of your business."

Ying Tongchen took out two pieces of paper and handed them over: "Zhu Zha, the mascara is spent."

"Thank you." The man lowered his head and wiped it for a while, and the more he wiped, the more angry he threw away the tissue.

Meng Gong is a warm-hearted person. Seeing this situation, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother, what happened?"

The man pursed his lips and didn't know where to start. In the end, he just picked the simplest question: "Do you know me? I'm in the entertainment industry."

Meng Gong took a closer look: "I don't know, I'm in the circle of rich women." He is a senior personal trainer in a private fitness club.

Ying Tongchen made things worse: "I don't know, I'm in the second-generation circle." The students' family background is thicker than his.

The man was stunned for half a minute: "It's still your money." After that, he came out of grief again, "I'm a 108th line, my surname is Zhen, and my name is Zhen Mingxin."

It's almost a mess, and was pimped by the broker.

I heard that a boss wanted to pack him, and the agent packed him directly to the downstairs of the hotel. He escaped and slipped into the nearest bar.

When he entered the circle, he heard that many wealthy businessmen have special hobbies, but he did not expect that he would also have this day. He is only a senior this year, so is he going to be a canary in a cage?

Moreover, what kind of good people can usually take care of little lovers? Most of the time, it's a fat circle who can't find the object.

"Are you still a student?" Ying Tongchen saw that there was a pendant on his backpack with the badge of a nearby university printed on it.

"Um."

Ying Tongchen looked at the time, the entrance to the university is usually around eleven o'clock, and frowned: "If you want to talk to someone, you can tell us. If you don't want to, just go back to your dormitory. ."

Zhen Mingxin looked at the two of them. One of them had strong muscles and looked very secure. A thin and tall man with cold eyes, inexplicably has a sense of sight of the dean.

He pondered for a moment, and gave a code to his own problem: "I met a man, and he insisted that I make an appointment with him, but I don't want to."

And this good thing? Meng Gong, who was madly trying to get off the single, was very puzzled: "Why don't you want to?"

Zhen Mingxin sniffled: "Because I'm 1, huh."

Meng Gong: "!!!"

Ying Tongchen: "......"

"Isn't this a strong man locking a man?" Meng Gong said embarrassingly.

Zhen Mingxin nodded straightly: "And everyone around me let me be with this man, otherwise I might lose my job, be suppressed and banned, fall from the 108th line to the altar, and completely become a passerby."

Ying Tongchen: "..."

"This is too much!" Meng Gong clapped the table and stood up.

Seeing that he was warmhearted, Zhen Mingxin sat down directly and cried while drinking, making Meng Gong distressed: "Don't go, brother will send you home tonight, I promise not to let anyone touch you." After that, he He also shook his muscles, "I'm very powerful."

Zhen Mingxin shed tears of envy: "If only I were as powerful as you."

Ying Tongchen: No, you don't want to. It is difficult for power to find a more pow er to do it.

Meng Gong did what he said and decided to escort Zhen Mingxin home safely.

As soon as the three walked out of the bar, Zhen Mingxin's phone rang. It was his manager.