Wang Hao took a deep breath, especially Yang Yimo had just finished taking a bath, her hair was still slightly wet, and the tip of her nose was filled with not only the smell of her own body fragrance, but also the aroma of shampoo.

Yang Yimo took a bottle of beer and handed it to him, while saying, "Who are you going to eat with?"

"Cheng Qing, the general manager of Yunduo. ”

"How do you go to dinner with her?"

"I don't know what happened when she came to see me at the company out of the blue, but the two of us had a good conversation, so I invited her to a meal. Wang Hao said, turned on the TV, found his favorite basketball game, and watched it with relish.

Beauty is around, there is a small warmth at home, although I am not a successful person, but I am gradually approaching.

At this moment, Wang Hao actually had a very satisfied feeling, and it seemed that he had nothing else to ask for.

"Cut, you only invited people to eat because they were beautiful, right?" Yang Yimo said disdainfully.

"How is that possible? People like me have long since stopped pursuing superficial beauty. Wang Hao said righteously: "What I pursue is connotation, you don't understand." ”

Yang Yimo glanced at him, and said angrily, "If you go to the big health care, what do you look at women?"

"Such a dirty question, I don't bother to answer you. ”

", you can't tell it, hum, I'll say it for you, it's the face that looks at it. also pursue connotation, you go to that place to pursue connotation, I will see. ”

Wang Hao was a little speechless by this sentence, but what she said was indeed right, making him powerless to refute.

"What's the matter? Yang Yimo snorted and said, "Still pursuing connotation, aren't all you looking at your face? Men are all virtuous." ”

This is a topic about men and women, Wang Hao naturally wants to refute it vigorously, he does not represent himself, but the dignity of thousands of male compatriots.

"I admit that there is some truth in what I said, but don't you women also like handsome guys?" Wang Hao took a sip of beer to moisten his throat: "So, this is called a love for beauty, and beautiful things will always make people appreciate them." ”

"I don't appreciate handsome guys. ”

"That's because you already have an incomparably handsome guy like me by your side, and other men don't make you want to appreciate it at all. "I'll vomit, Wang Hao, let's not talk about whether you are handsome or not, just the thickness of your face is beyond people's reach. Yang Yimo made a vomiting gesture and looked at him with disdain.

Wang Hao said: "What do you know, you can eat enough with thick skin, but you can't eat with thin skin." Being thick-skinned is also an ability, knowing no. ”

"I've seen the thickest layer of skin in you. ”

"You haven't heard of people say that when you put down your face and start making money, it's growth, and I don't deny that I'm a kind of growth. ”

Yang Yimo was speechless, the first time she saw someone say so cheeky: "Yes, I admit it, there is such a sentence, but it didn't make you shameless, right?"

"Is there any difference between being thick-skinned and shameless?" Wang Hao winked at him, looking very proud.

Yang Yimo silently took a bite and stopped talking.

"Why don't you speak?" Wang Hao asked strangely.

"I'm afraid I can't help but beat you. Yang Yimo took the remote control and changed it to a station and found a cartoon.

Wang Hao, who watched it, shook his head for a while, how old is this, and he still watches cartoons, either cat and mouse, or gourd baby, or Ultraman.

However, Wang Hao forgot where he saw an article, written about adults, watching previous cartoons, not the content of their TV itself, watching that childhood that can never go back.

Bang bang.

There was a knock on the door, loud and loud, as if it were going to knock on the door.

Who is this? Slamming the door? Why, you want to raid your house.

Wang Hao walked over a little angrily: "Who?" he said as he opened the door, and when he saw the person standing outside the door, he froze in place.

Seeing that Wang Hao hadn't spoken for a long time, Yang Yimo asked, "Wang Hao, who is it?" As she spoke, she also walked over, her eyes couldn't help but dilute.

I saw Li Xiangwei standing outside the door with a blue nose and swollen face, his clothes were still stained with pieces of filth, and he was holding a duffel bag in his hand. "Eh?" Wang Hao came back to his senses: "Brother Hui, what's wrong with you? Who is the turn?" How did Li Xiangwei achieve this virtue, he is also a famous tyrant in Bingcheng, and ordinary people really don't dare to do anything to him.

He looked so embarrassed, still holding a suitcase in his hand, and looked like he was going to run away from home. Wang Hao vaguely understood.

Before Wang Hao could speak, Yang Yimo had already spoken, "Li Xiangwei, what are you doing at our house at night?"

Li Xiangwei looked at the two people pitifully, and in Wang Hao's gloating and Yang Yimo's disgusted gaze, his tears almost didn't flow. When did he Li Xiangwei be so wronged, when was he so miserable, he was kicked out of the house, not to mention, and he was still disliked.

Before thinking about him, Li Xiangwei, where did others not call him Brother Wei.

"Brother Hao. Li Xiangwei screamed pitifully.

This sound made Wang Hao shudder: "Eh, what's wrong with you?"

"Can I go in?" said this to Wang Hao, but Li Xiangwei secretly glanced at Yang Yimo.

Yang Yimo said very simply: "No, it's late, we're going to sleep." ”

was so disgusted by his own goddess, not to mention how sad Li Xiangwei was, he looked at Wang Hao pitifully.

"Come in, come in. Wang Hao looked at his pitiful appearance, and he couldn't bear to refuse,

Li Xiangwei took the suitcase in, and there was an indescribable weird smell on his body, Yang Yimo frowned in disgust, looked at Li Xiangwei with unkind eyes, and wanted to kick him out.

Sitting on the sofa, Wang Hao handed him a cigarette: "What's the matter?"

"Brother Hao, help. Li Xiangwei screamed miserably, how miserable and miserable this voice was.

Wang Hao and Yang Yimo were so shocked by this sound that they didn't speak for a long time.

The neighbor opened the door and came out, shouting in the hallway, "Who's raising pigs upstairs?

The corners of Wang Hao's mouth twitched slightly, and the neighbor scolded two more words in the corridor, and then returned to the room with a scolding grin.

"Well, calm down first, what the hell is going on? Wang Hao said, let him calm down first, but don't call anymore, isn't this delaying the neighbor's sleep.