"These pants..." Ying Tongchen had just started talking when someone suddenly wrapped his waist behind him.

He turned his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Zhuo Shu hugged him and took a few breaths of immortal breath, and suddenly felt that the cold weather began to warm up, and chuckled, "It feels so good to have a boyfriend."

Ying Tongchen was silent for a moment, remembering what happened just now, and asked, "The fire was really blown out by the wind?"

Zhuo Shu pursed his lips and said with a smile: "You obviously suspect that I did it, or do you plan to trust me first?"

Ying Tongchen moved his fingers slightly, touched the "centipede" on his trousers intentionally or unintentionally, and turned around to look at him helplessly.

Zhuo Shu put his hands on his shoulders and said with a smile: "Since you trust me so much, then I will tell you that I did it."

Ying Tongchen: "..."

"Oh, what did you just say, what happened to your pants?" Zhuo Shu looked down at the result display, frowned, and said embarrassingly, "Go back and buy new ones."

"No, if you don't go out, you can wear a string." Ying Tongchen said vaguely, "Okay, let's help cook the noodles."

Zhuo Shu watched him rush out in a hurry, and before he had time to ask questions, his feet had already followed.

Meng Gong was making noodles in the pot.

Ying Tongchen squatted beside him to help and said, "I'm sorry just now."

"Hey, what a big deal." Meng Gong smiled, "You just woke up and you don't know the cause and effect, so of course you're helping the target first."

Should be with the dust but laugh without saying a word.

Seeing that there was no one left or right, Meng Gong asked in a low voice, "How is he? Are there any plans for a long-term relationship?"

Ying Tongchen finished adding firewood, and suddenly said, "I'm resigning."

Meng Gong paused: "Huh? What do you mean? Which job did you resign?"

"Teacher." Ying Tongchen sat down beside him and looked up at the sky, "I won't be Teacher Ying in the future."

"You're finally willing to resign." Meng Gong's thoughts changed a few times, and he suddenly realized that his resignation might not be because he was tired, but...

"It's okay to quit, I thought you were too tired to run on both ends." Meng Gong calmly comforted, "I said earlier, if you focus on the studio, you will earn more than you are now, and you will be steady in the future. Do what you like."

"It seems like being a teacher is not bad." Ying Tongchen's mouth twitched. Seeing that he was about to reprimand him again, he quickly blocked his words, "Well, I know, it's not suitable for dating, and I don't want to keep it secret."

"You can't have both, just choose the one you want the most." After Meng Gong finished speaking, he turned to look at Zhuo Shu who was standing in the distance, "Does he know about this?"

"I'm about to talk to him." Ying Tongchen looked back along the line of sight, and saw Zhuo Shu and Zhen Mingxin standing in the corner, secretly not knowing what they were discussing, and occasionally let out a low laugh.

Ying Tongchen and Meng Gong's faces sank.

Zhuo Shu didn't notice that the Eye of Death was shooting circularly behind him, and he was still asking Zhen Mingxin for "Thirty-six Strategies".

"Mr. Zhen, if you teach me again, do you have any other tricks?"

Zhen Mingxin closed his eyes and meditated: "Of course there are, but I only know a few tricks in my life, and I leave them all to you."

Zhuo Shu couldn't help but be disappointed: "Then I have already graduated."

"Wait, I remembered." Zhen Mingxin suddenly opened his eyes, "You may have forgotten my true identity, I'm a 108th-line actor who can't be found in the crowd with lanterns!"

Zhuo Shu: "Oh."

"According to my countless experiences in reading films, there are three types of men who are the most popular." Zhen Mingxin snapped his fingers.

Zhuo Shu asked to know: "Which three?"

"There is such a kind of man who is so poor and destitute, but has unswerving beliefs and dreams. Even such a salted fish will not hesitate to shout out when he encounters a woman he loves. —"

Zhuo Shu: "Marry me?"

"I raised you!" Zhen Mingxin said, "Do you think if you were this woman, would you be moved, would you like to cry?"

Zhuo Shu agreed: "I've been thinking about it for a long time."

"There is nothing in this world that can't be solved by buying a word! The object doesn't want to work hard, it doesn't matter, just say I will support you! Of course, there is also a drawback. Although they gain love and money, they also lose their troubles."

Zhuo Shu: "...What about the second?"

"The second one is to take the popular idol drama some time ago as an example. This drama is based on the novel of the same name, "Contract Marriage: The Cold-hearted President Always Wants", starring Leon."

Zhuo Shu: "I haven't seen it."

"Then you are wrong. Liu Liang is a walking aphrodisiac in this drama. His every move is not only domineering, but also domineering, even domineering! I would like to call it the 'ceiling of the CEO world'."

"..." Zhuo Shu was puzzled, "How overbearing is it?"

Zhen Mingxin played the role while speaking: "He pushed the weak and beautiful woman into the corner of the wall, his eyes were reddish, and he gritted his teeth: 'Woman, want to escape? Did I allow you to escape?'"

Zhuo Shu: "...Anything else?"

"Of course, he will also force the weak and beautiful woman into the corner..." Zhen Mingxin put his palm on the tree next to him, facing the air, smiling evilly: "Shouting husband, life All for you, eh?"

Don't underestimate this, um, um, lingering sorrow, um, the president's abstinence and impatient breath, um, the audience's cranial orgasm!

Zhuo Shu: subway, old man, looking at mobile phone.jpg

Zhen Mingxin changed several poses towards the tree again: "Like this, and then leaned against the wall, with red eyes, hoarse voice, begging the weak and beautiful woman to come home..."

Zhuo Shu said painfully: "No, our president is very busy, and he doesn't have time to press the corner every day."

Zhen Mingxin: "You can also press the sofa, the seat, and the corner of the bed!"

"..." Zhuo Shu's eyes lit up, "Wonderful."

"These are all tricks for carving insects." Zhen Mingxin said, "There are more fierce ones, do you want to hear about them?"