The Aphrodisiac-carrying Man ( 另类植物鉴赏一 )

8*

With the cover of a special edition of《Minus》, Mu Mu won an award that was quite significant in the fashion world and also took advantage of its popularity to publish an individual album, even privately inviting Ling Mao Er to participate as a model to shoot a set of photos.  As the two people collaborated more and more, they became much more familiar with each other.

《Minus》annually organises a banquet at the end of each year.  Aside from the internal personnel, there were also investing partners, media, photographers and models that were invited.  Both Mu Mu and Ling Mao Er were on this year’s invitation list.

Ling Mao Er’s career was at an apex, to help support his status, his company rented a Lincoln limousine to chauffeur him to the banquet.  On his own initiative, Ling Mao Er invited Mu Mu to join him.

“It’s not too polite of me to freeload off of your private car, right?”  Mu Mu initially thought that the other was bringing him because he was on the way, but he arrived downstairs to find a luxury car.  He was only a photographer, it’s not like he needed to show his face to the public.

“Who cares, this car is so big, I can’t take up all the space by myself.”

Mu Mu helplessly shook his head, having been acquainted for a while, he was also used to Ling Mao Er’s wilfulness.  He was tolerating by nature, and unexpectedly reached some delicate harmony with Ling Mao Er.

 

Attending a formal venue like the annual banquet, Mu Mu also dressed up for the occasion, with a tailored tailcoat, his figure appeared even more tall and straight.

Ling Mao Er sat across from him and felt that this kind of Mu Mu also had a distinctive style of handsome and sexy, he subconsciously narrowed his eyes and licked his lips.

Mu Mu, “……”

As a professional photographer, he was someone who could distinctly tell the difference between “fall for me” and “want to sleep me”.  Mu Mu could vaguely feel that Ling Mao Er treated him differently, but he’s always treated Ling Mao Er as a little kid and Mu Mu didn’t quite dare think in that direction.

Thankfully, the chauffeur saved him.

“Sir, we have arrived.”

 

The Lincoln limousine stopped outside the hotel, the media reporters behind the security barriers already had their cameras directed at the back door (of the car), no matter who was sitting inside, there was a bout of shutter clicks first.

“Mu Mu[1], get off.” It was unknown when Ling Mao Er started calling Mu Mu by an unique nickname, although the two names are pronounced similarly, the syllables were stressed differently.

“I’m also getting off?” Mu Mu pointed to himself, surprised.

“We’ve arrived.” Ling Mao Er spoke matter-of-factually.

“I don’t need to walk the red carpet, I’ll go to the back entrance with the car and get off there.”

Ling Mao Er would not comply, pulling him, “It’s my first time going to the annual banquet, I’m nervous.  Come with me.”