There was a damp and rotten smell in the air, mixed with the smell of musty that has not seen the light of day all year round, and it seemed to be mixed with the smell of some rotting food.

I choked on my mouth and nose, but Mo Lengchen pushed me into the room behind me.

I was pushed by him, and I threw myself forward, pressing my hands on a table and pressing ten handprints.

With the light on Mo Lengchen's hand, I raised my head, and a black and white portrait instantly appeared in front of me.

The eyebrows and eyes of the woman on the portrait are somewhat similar to Mo Lengchen, but the corners of her eyes and eyebrows are a little less angry, and she is looking at me with a smile at this time.

The incense burner in front of her was full of incense sticks and ashes, and the fruits in the three fruit bowls in front of her had long since rotted.

That's where the smell of decay comes from.

I chuckled in my heart, and a group of cheerful beasts rushed by.

This Nima ...... Is it a horror novel?

As if sensing my fear, Mo Lengchen's tone had some vicious amusement.

"This is my mom, say hello to my mom."

Me: "......"

Brother DEI, although you are my second male lead, but this is the first time we have met, will it not be good for you to take me to meet my parents?

Maybe it was because I looked too dazzling when I saw his mother, Mo Lengchen's eyes instantly turned cold, and even took on a coercive nature.

"Huh?"

My hero didn't suffer the loss in front of him, and immediately bowed 90 degrees to his mother on the table: "Hello, Auntie!" ”

Mo Lengchen's face softened at this time, leaned back, and collapsed on the sofa in the living room.

Because Mo Lengchen said that he didn't want to attract the attention of his neighbors, he couldn't turn on the lights.

I took his lighter and obediently lit two sticks of wax for him.

Looking at Mo Lengchen's pale cheeks and chapped lips due to excessive blood loss, my heart kept pounding.

Finally exhausted?

Pass out, pass out, pass out and I'll be gone.

But the iron-beaten Mo Lengchen obviously wouldn't fall down so easily because of my careful wishes, but instead called me: "There is a first-aid kit on the top of the bedroom cabinet, help me bring it over." ”

…… It's really worthy of the domineering underworld young master I wrote, so it's so handy to arouse people.

I resisted the urge to greet his mother and nodded gently: "Okay! Come now! ”

Then crawled into the room he had spoken of.

The bedroom that Mo Lengchen said was a little different from what I imagined.

In my heart, a man like him, who is ruthless and takes the erotic female protagonist as the premise of his existence, should be cold to the end and completely give up the low-level taste of human beings.

But the furnishings in the room were too ordinary, as ordinary as all the rooms of a teenager boy.

A single bed covered with gray-black checkered sheets, a wall full of books,

In the corner of the desk, cartoon figures, game consoles, Xiaobawang game cards, and old-fashioned tapes are neatly arranged.

There was a dusty guitar on the head of the bed, and the poster on the door opposite the bed was a little faded, but it was still vaguely obvious that the star on it was Jay Chou.

My heart was pounding, and I don't know why I suddenly felt a little weak.

When Mo Lengchen appeared in my pen, he was already a young master of the underworld.

Evil and handsome, lonely and arrogant, he lives a life of licking blood at the tip of a knife every day, and deceitful to me.

Either they are grabbing turf, or they are on their way to grabbing turf.

It's hard to imagine that he has ever chased stars like a normal person, humming simple love in his mouth, and playing the guitar downstairs in the girls' dormitory.

Then he was punished by the director of teaching and examined until late at night.

I never seem to have thought about this person's past, nor about this person's future.

I just don't let the relationship between the female protagonist and the male protagonist go smoothly.

Forcibly join a villain who can't be loved and resented.

Create obstacles in the process of the male and female protagonists eventually becoming dependents, so as to write more words and earn more manuscript fees.

Is it from a certain point of view, the reason why Mo Lengchen is living his current life is caused by me, an unscrupulous author?