Is he teasing me

Chapter 43 A Gang of Rough Guys

Although the Magic Rock Club has a cool name, it is located in a small three-story house like an old cadre.As soon as the door comes in, there is the front desk, and when you turn in, there is a large living room. There are five rooms on each floor around the living room, which are used by various departments.

In the living room, there are six tables on the left, three on the right, three on the right, just like the arrangement of tables and chairs in a kindergarten. Ashtrays... No one can tell who's who belongs. Without borders, I have you and you have me.

The six tables couldn't support this spacious living room at all, so the living room also opened a corner to take on the function of the gym, treadmills, leg presses, Roman chairs, chest presses... everything was available, and there were also a bunch of free power areas. Dumbbells, barbells, Smith racks, at first glance, it is a place where experts gather Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

At [-] o'clock in the afternoon on Saturday, the small house was extraordinarily lively. Some of these men were banging and banging iron on equipment, some were making a cup of coffee and playing games with Erlang's legs crossed, and some were holding snacks and tablets. While watching the game, some were sitting on their desks and sticking to their travel invoices... Suddenly, these people were suddenly distracted by an abnormal smell.

"Little wow, what are you making a fuss about just chasing dramas?"

The man who posted the invoice suddenly raised his head, picked up a triangle, and threw it at Xiaowa, who was spraying perfume as an air freshener in front of the computer screen on the opposite table, and roared, "I've already endured your stupid drama, and I still need it. Air pollution! Does it imply that I am too gentle with you this time?" His fists clenched.

Xiaowa hurriedly turned off "The Temptation to Go Home", which she had watched countless times.

Everyone who heard the sound and smelled the smell all cast curious glances at Xiaowa, and came over to surround him in the center.

"Yo, do you want to attract the attention of the brothers in this way?"

A bald man with tattoos on his head stood up from the belly-crunching machine, picked up a 20-pound dumbbell and walked over to Xiaowa's table, showing him his concave and convex forearm muscles fiercely up and down.

Xiaowa jumped up in shock: "Who said that, I'm not interested in men!"

Everyone in the Shiyue Group calls him a little wow, but here, everything is based on ability, and your status depends on whether you have conquered the California desert or Mount Sol Mountain, so he is only a little brother who has only been to Alaska and Kenya. .

The bald man and a few rough men opened their hands to Xiaowa and joked, "Then what perfume did you buy? Spray it in front of us!"

"Oh this," Xiaowa came back and introduced them like a baby: "This is what my goddess brought. She said that this fragrance is called woody musk, and women will fall in love with you as soon as they smell it."

The man who posted the invoice sneered: "I believe it, will your little Internet celebrity with thousands of fans have a bottle of her heart?"

"Really or not? Bring it here for my brother to use!" The bald head snatched the perfume from Xiaowa's hand, vigorously pressed four or five times on his left and right armpits, and lowered his head to sniff: "This is playful. It's quite big!"

"You spray too much!" A rough man stretched out his hand and grabbed the perfume bottle. "Do you spray like this? You are Liushen toilet water, come, teach you how to spray perfume!"

Saying that, the rough man sprayed the air twice, then tiptoed into the scented mist like a little princess and turned gracefully in a circle, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.

All the men were shocked.

Xiaowa's first reaction rushed forward to grab the perfume: "Give it back to me! You guys have sprayed it all!"

The big brothers in the back swarmed up.

"What's the hurry, I haven't sprayed yet!"

"Brother is going on a date tonight, just come here!"

"Wow, what are you running for!"

"Don't give it, don't give it to you!" Xiao Wa fled around the living room while protecting his perfume bottle. Seeing the ambush on all sides, he ran out of the gate.

As soon as we arrived at the door, the solid wood door was pushed open, "Bang"!
Xiaowa collided with Xiao Xingyu, who came in from the front. With a trembling hand, he pressed the perfume pressure valve——

"Damn, something is wet!" Xiao Xingyu pushed Xiaowa away, picked up the collar and smelled: "What does this smell?"

Xiaowa's voice comes with wavy lines: "Scent..."

A voice in the back was not too big of a problem: "The goods brought by his goddess, said that if they are sprinkled, they will attract the opposite sex!"

"What are you talking about!" Xiaowa turned around and rushed over to fight the man: "Did I say that?!"

A group of people stepped forward to pretend that they wanted to persuade the fight, and when they came out, they saw Xiao Xingyu slammed down for a moment.

"Brother Yu?! Are you... going on a blind date?"

I saw Xiao Xingyu wearing a pair of crocodile pattern leather shoes, wearing a pure white Giorgio Armani casual suit, a black and white low-neck T-shirt + a coquettish hollow fishnet design vest.

It is an indisputable fact that their brother Yu is shockingly handsome every day, but it is the first time in the world to dress up as Prince Charming and go the pure idol route. Everyone believes that only big scenes like blind date are worthy of such equipment.

But Xiaowa murmured in confusion: "No, brother Yu, didn't you go to maintain the car?"

Xiao Xingyu clenched his fists and coughed: "I'm so busy, right? It's not naive to play around! Hurry up and tidy up here, and a reporter will come over later!"

"Oh, it turns out that a reporter wants to interview!" The bald man suddenly realized: "No wonder Brother Yu dressed up so beautifully today!"

Xiao Xingyu glanced at him (probably because of embarrassment), so frightened people hurriedly ran to find the broom, Xiao Xingyu turned around and asked Xiaowa, "What brand of perfume is this?"

Xiaowa said loudly: "Matsushima Masaki, from France."

Xiao Xingyu snorted lightly: "A French perfume, with a Japanese name? How much?"

Xiaowa's voice fell, and he said: "Two hundred."

Xiao Xingyu twitched the corners of his eyes, looked at his seven-figure outfit with great regret, and took a deep breath: "You still want to attract the opposite sex for two hundred yuan? You have a hole in your brain!"

Xiaowa hides the perfume aggrievedly behind his back: "I won't buy it next time, this time is my goddess's first show, so I just want to support Miss."

"Miss?" Xiao Xingyu asked without emotion, "How many bottles did you buy?"

Xiaowa's eyes dodged, but he couldn't stand Xiao Xingyu's aura of invisible confession, and honestly spread out his hands: "Ten bottles."

"True love!"

Xiao Xingyu turned into a long sigh with a thousand emotions, and pressed Xiaowa's back neck with a big hand, while holding him, he pointed at the south, east, north and west in an angry manner: "This mess is all cleaned up for me! The windows are all open! A bunch of big men are making this extravagant and sultry, and when reporters come later, they may misunderstand what this place is!"

　I didn’t talk about anything today. The content posted today and tomorrow was originally a chapter when I saved the manuscript, but because my previous chapters often ran too fast with 3000 words, I only posted 35 words in 11 days (the editor suggested It is a free period of one chapter per day, one chapter of 2000).

　　According to the normal 15 words, it should be put on the shelves, but the current collection of this book is only more than 600, and I don’t know how many of them are robots, so if this data is put on the shelves, I will die of cold.

　　This is the sadness of the comparison between the little author and the great god. The great god has many fans. I saw that the great god next door has 1 favorites when he has 8000 words. To be honest, people can put it on the shelves that day.

　　It’s not enough for a small author like me (although I think I write better than the great gods), as for my 600 collections, I will wake up laughing if there are 100 readers who subscribe to the shelves.

　　So I have to be obedient. I have to work on 2000 words a day. After extending the free period, I will accumulate more collections and readers. I am sorry for those who want to read to the end. I have a dilemma. Although there are manuscripts, I can’t post them. !

　　It's really uncomfortable. You can go and read my last book, "One Concubine Don't Need to Scream Although It's Too Late". It was finished half a year ago. It is of the same standard as this one.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)