my buddhist boyfriend

Chapter 36 36. Home

Mo Nan saw Sheng Sheng standing on the stairs of his house, still the same as before he left. Mo Nan was hesitating whether to go there, or go back to the office and sleep in the office. There is also a sofa and a quilt, so he will make do with it.

Before Mo Nan could make up his mind, Sheng Sheng saw Mo Nan as soon as he turned his head. Mo Nan couldn't retreat now, so he turned his head and walked away, as if he was afraid of him.

Mo Nan walked over to the stairs, he glanced at Sheng Sheng, ignored him, and continued walking towards the house.Dean followed behind him.

Mo Nan opened the door and entered the room, walked in, sat on the sofa, took the ashtray closer from the table, took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from under the table, and was about to light a cigarette.

Mo Nan had a cigarette in his mouth, holding a lighter, and was about to light it. He reached out with one hand and took away the cigarette and lighter from his mouth. Mo Nan looked up at the approaching Zeng.

He felt that he probably didn't understand Derivation, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten to this point. Mo Nan hugged a pillow in his arms, leaned on the sofa, and said, "Didn't you leave? What are you doing when you come back?"

Standing beside him, Sheng Sheng looked at Mo Nan who was leaning on the sofa, looked at his profile, and said, "You are my home, so why come and leave. The only thing is that I never left."

Mo Nan turned his head and glanced at him. Sure enough, it was that shameless, love-talking monk. Mo Nan put his hands behind his head and leaned against him.

"Monk, what are you going to do?"

"What do you want?"

Mo Nan stretched out a hand and hooked his fingers at Sheng Sheng, and Sheng Sheng sat beside him, getting closer, Mo Nan stretched out his hand to hook Sheng Sheng's neck, and brought him towards him.

Mo Nan rubbed his lips with the other hand, then hooked his hand around his neck, and moved him closer to him. Mo Nan kissed him. Unlike the previous ones, this time the kiss was gentle and drizzle, He felt that the derived breathing was somewhat disordered.

After 30 seconds, Mo Nan saw him off.

"Monk, from now on, you should prepare yourself to be Yang Bailao. I am Huang Shiren. If you kill people, you don't pay for them. Don't blame me for bullying people. If I'm upset, you don't want to be at ease. Why, do you still want to stay?"

The corner of his mouth was slightly bent, and he approached Mo Nan, but was blocked, and he smiled: "My dear, do you want to snatch my daughter, but unfortunately I don't have one, why don't you change me."

Mo Nan pushed Shengsheng onto the sofa, and gave him a hard look: "Smelly monk, you are really shameless, have you rolled your face with a rolling pin? Why is your face so big? Do you want your salary? You just boil water, cook, do laundry, mop the floor, and work for me. From now on, you will be a free long-term worker.”

Mo Nan got up and walked towards his room, but he could still sense that Dean behind him was probably smiling, so he turned around and gave him a look: "I woke up, I want to eat porridge, if I don't have it, I'll treat you Get out and sleep on the street."

Mo Nan went back to his room and closed the door, lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, he himself didn't notice his smile, after watching for a while, Mo Nan fell asleep.

Sheng Sheng stood up from the sofa, looked at the door, couldn't hide his smile, and said in his heart: My dear, you are really soft.

Shengsheng went to the kitchen. He found a casserole, washed the rice, chopped some minced meat, and green vegetables, added water, added some minced ginger, and turned on the fire.

The porridge needs to be stirred from time to time to avoid sticking the bottom of the pot. The porridge boiled for an hour, and it was almost done. He turned off the fire and looked at the living room. He didn’t see him for a few days. Look, there are beer bottles and beer cans in the living room, and clothes are thrown everywhere.

Sheng Sheng cleaned up the living room, threw all the garbage at the door, washed all the clothes Mo Nan threw in the washing machine, mopped the floor quickly, and did a big cleaning of the house inside and out.

When Mo Nan woke up, it was two hours later. He fell asleep at Lin Hai's house, and he couldn't sleep for a long time when he returned home. He smelled the aroma of food. He got up from the bed, opened the door, and saw that the house was indeed Much cleaner.

He went to the kitchen and saw a casserole on the stove with porridge in it and side dishes. Mo Nan went out of the kitchen and looked at the side sleeper, but there was no one there.

This monk won't leave, Mo Nan thought, what's going on, these meanings, he gave a lot of opportunities to correct his mistakes, why did he run away.

Hearing the sound of a key opening at the gate, Sheng Sheng opened the door and came in, still holding a bag of things in his hand.

"Where have you been and what did you buy?" Mo Nan looked at the bag in his hand, which should be from a nearby supermarket.

As if he knew what he was thinking, Sheng Sheng brought the things in, put them on the coffee table in the living room, and said, "I won't leave, I said I'll be where you are, I went out and bought some for cooking at night. dishes."

Mo Nan felt that his little thoughts were clearly seen by Sheng Sheng, and he couldn't help feeling depressed and said, "Where you go is none of my business."

Sheng Xian took the vegetables in the bag to the refrigerator in the kitchen, and put some food on the coffee table: "Where else can Yang Bailao go, and he will still be Huang Shiren's long-term worker if he runs away, don't you think so?"

Sheng Sheng was leaning on the refrigerator in his house, his seriousness revealed some indecency, Mo Nan felt that Sheng Sheng was so weak, he really wanted to go forward and seal his mouth with tape.

Sheng Sheng served a bowl of porridge and brought out the dishes. After Mo Nan ate, he felt like he smelled of alcohol. As soon as he put the bowls and chopsticks away after eating, he went back to his room to take a shower. Anyway, Sheng Sheng would clean up, and he also felt that It feels like a servant.

Mo Nan changed his clothes after taking a shower, and when he came out of the bathroom, he saw that Sheng Sheng was taking away the clothes he had just prepared to wash. Mo Nan thought it was good, not bad, he was quite qualified as a servant.

Mo Nan was lying on the bed, ready to continue chasing his TV series without doing anything, when suddenly he thought of something, he rushed out of the room twice, and saw that on the balcony, Sheng Sheng was washing his underwear, Mo Nan felt that he was I can't hold my face anymore.

Since Mo Nan was able to wash clothes by himself, he has always washed his clothes by himself, and never let outsiders wash them, especially his underwear. Mo Nan felt that his face was like a little underwear that was scrubbed on the laundry table, and he threw it away. The noodles continue to be thrown, and they have to be soaped and washed, and the face is thrown again.

"Monk, you don't have to wash my underwear next time." Mo Nan couldn't help but point at the thing in Sheng Sheng's hand.

When Dean was clean, he hung it up and dried his hands on the towel beside him.

"Why, the landlord wants to do it himself? I am your landlord, so what are you afraid of? Anyway, I don't need to pay money, and I don't need it for nothing." Xiansheng looked at Mo Nan with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

Mo Nan felt that there was something in his words, so he quickly interrupted him: "Smelly monk, what do you want to express, I'm talking about underwear, I wash it myself, I'm not used to others washing it for me, what are you talking about?"

"I didn't say anything, you didn't say it, I'm Yang Bailao, and I'm your long-term worker, so I'm not a member of your family, of course I don't need to use it for nothing, otherwise, how can I be worthy of the title Huang Shiren, you say yes," Sheng Sheng said, After a pause, "Or, because you think too much, you feel that what I said is wrong, can it be understood in this way?"

"..." Mo Nan thought there was such an arrogant Yang Bailao!It's a shame. "Monk, I really want to put you on the washing table and wash your brain with soap."

"Why don't you eat walnuts? People say that eating them will make you healthy. What do you think? You have experience in this matter."

Mo Nan felt that Yan Yan was definitely doing it on purpose, and he just punched him on the shoulder. Mo Nan only used five points of strength, but Yan Yan didn't dodge. After receiving his punch, Mo Nan finished the punch. Then he walked away, leaving behind a back that he thought was handsome.

Mo Nan felt that he was staying, and he might jump into many pits.

In the afternoon after dinner, Mo Nan was going to the antique store. Now that he remembered everything, there were some things he wanted to understand.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Mo Nan took a nap and took Changgong Shengsheng to Nayuhai Antique Shop.

Today, on the sixth day of the new year, there are not so many pedestrians on the street. When it comes to Chinese New Year, most people in the city return to their hometowns for the Chinese New Year, and it seems a little deserted.

Mo Nan drove to the supermarket outside the antique store and parked the car. The supermarket was closed, and there was a piece of paper pasted on the door, which said, Chinese New Year holiday, work on the eighth day of the lunar new year.

Mo Nan couldn't afford to buy a pack of cigarettes. Mo Nan entered the alley, and the locust tree was still lush in winter, but it wasn't like the last time he came, which was the season when it was blooming.

Mo Nan stepped into the alley, just like the last time he came here, full of ghostly aura, but now he can see the yin qi, the yin qi is soaring here, and the yin energy permeates the whole old house, but it does not leak out, does not affect other residents.

Mo Nan knocked on the ring on the doorknob, and it collided with the front of the door, making a noise. It was still the old man who opened the door, but this time the old man let them in without saying anything.

Walking along the way, all the Bianhua flowers in the yard withered, and only the stems and leaves remained, which looked like planted leek seedlings.

All the way to the living room, the owner here has already brewed tea and waited for them to come, as if he knew it in advance.Three sticks of incense were placed on the altar, for the Son of Heaven.

Today's Mr. Mu is wearing a dark blue double-breasted gown with pale skin, refilling the two teacups in front of him.

"Your Majesty, you are so kind to make tea. Don't be too polite. I don't like to drink that stuff. It doesn't quench my thirst, and it tastes bad. Why don't you serve me a glass of boiled water." Mo Nan walked to the table without hesitation. He sat down politely.

Yan Xian also sat down, holding the teacup in front of him, and took a sip. The tea smelled pretty good, with a hint of bitterness in the mouth.More of a fragrance.

"Oh, is that so? Let me take a look." Mu Gongzi took out a book from his sleeve, just like the books in ancient times, about a finger thick, Mo Nan looked at the large characters on the cover, and his whole body was shocked. alright.

The Mozun Chasing Her Husband.

Ouch, what the hell is this?Mo Nan knocked on the table and said, "Your Majesty, can you respect me and what are you looking at in front of me?"

Mr. Mu flipped through two or three pages, as if confirming something, and when he saw what he wanted to read, he rolled up the book and put it in his loose sleeve.

"Mozun, it's clearly written on it, you love to drink Junshan Yinzhen, it's almost like a meal, so I use this tea to entertain you, why does the taste change so quickly?"

Mo Nan felt that his focus now was not on this, but on the book in Dead Face's sleeve, and he pointed to his sleeve: "Excuse me, can you bring it to me to have a look."

Mr. Mu took out the book from his sleeve and handed it to Mo Nan. Mo Nan took it and started to read it. Mr. Mu said while drinking tea: "This book is very pretty now. I just got this one with great difficulty. , It’s good to relieve fatigue in your spare time.”

The more Mo Nan looked, the darker his face became. What kind of bullshit book is this? This is obviously his dark history. Damn it, who the hell wrote this, I killed him.Mo Nan flipped through the back of the book, but did not see the name of the author.

"Judge Mu, who wrote this? It's so good. I must thank him and thank his eighteen generations of ancestors." Mo Nan had a smile on his face, and he wanted to slap that person to death for a long time. .

"Well, you think it's good too, and I think what I wrote is okay..."

Before Mu Si could finish his words, Mo Nan got up and kicked the table. The feelings were written by you kid. You compiled Lao Tzu's dark history into a book for people's entertainment. I said who the hell wrote it in such detail.

"Dead face, you are fucking revising the book of life and death. You are fucking stupid. You still have nothing to do. What are you doing to make up this? I'll kick you back to hell for two laps to wash your mind. I don’t know what to pretend in my mind for a day.”

Mo Nan fought with Mu Si directly. The two were a judge from the ghost world and a demon king. Neither of them used mana, so they fought directly to avoid affecting the surrounding residents.

At the end of the fight, the entire waiting room was in a mess, and the portrait of Tianzi Yin was about to fall off, but fortunately, Mu Si was quick to catch it.

"Mo Nan, are you stupid after drinking Meng Po soup? I don't mind. I'll hang you up to the old pagoda tree outside to wake you up. You're a fucking chasing person, and you'll go there if you see any good things in my underworld. Moved in the monk's house, you have the ability to lure the Huangquan in my underworld to Jinshan Temple, just to let the monk see the lonely soul in the Huangquan, ouch, you are so romantic, the stars in the sky are picked, I heard it for the first time Talk about leading Huangquan to see lonely souls, what's wrong with me writing a book, how many things you took from me to send to Jinshan Temple, what's wrong with relying on you to make some money."

Mo Nan felt that this dead face really wasn't enough of a friend, fights belonged to fights, what's the matter with turning over old scores.

"Hey, hey, how long has it been, it was 800 years ago, what are you doing all the time?"

"Don't look twice, you old nobleman forget things, I still remember my Donghai Night Pearl, which was hung in the monk's room and used as a lamp for others." Mu Si patted his clothes and straightened them neatly.

The author has something to say:

Huang Shiren, Yang Bailao, from "The White Haired Girl". Huang Shiren is a bully landlord who wants to rob Yang Bailao's daughter. Huang Shiren is often used as a metaphor for the villain, and Yang Bailao is a worker who is squeezed.

Well, monk, believe me, as long as you have a thick skin, nothing is impossible, come on.