how…
Murong Jihua withered,
Murong Jihua shut himself up,
Murong Jihua started to square off,
Murong Jihua changed his mind,
It doesn't make sense to think about it, besides being handsome, rich and cute, I have no advantages!
——Is He Junle kidding me? Does he really like me
568.
At the same time, Cui Guanshi came into the bedroom and pushed the dining car to deliver desserts: "..."
"Her Royal Highness Princess Elizabeth, Young Madam, Miss Su,"
"Have you seen the young master?"
He Junle sat on the merry-go-round, bored, with a touch of red that Cui Guanshi couldn't ignore even if he wanted to ignore it at the corner of his mouth:
"I don't know." - neatly.
Su Xiaomo was trying to play on the swing standing up, and smiled shyly after finally maintaining her balance:
"I don't know... Brother Murong isn't with Brother Le?"
Her Royal Highness Princess Elizabeth…
He was squatting on the ground, his face was bloodless, his expression was frantic and terrified, and he crazily bumped a grasshopper and a butterfly together:
"Brother Mu said it is precisely because the so-called science of the human world inhibits the development of perfect human genetic achievements... hahahaha is really true Brother Mu is indeed wise and invincible, so I believe you can sex and make a baby~ Hurry up, Xiao Fudie, you can Yes, fuck the grasshopper balabala in front of me..."
Cui Guanshi backed away half a step silently with a gray face.
569.
The world is not worth it.jpg
by Steward Cui.
570.
Cui Guanshi silently pushed the cart back.
Relying on others is worse than relying on yourself, let's go to the monitoring room to adjust the monitoring...
571.
The perspective shifted to Murong Jihua.
Murong Jihua carefully flipped through Gao Zan's answers from top to bottom, and matched them one by one with He Junle in his mind—he even drew a quadratic function on the ground with the faint blue light of the terminal screen.
The abscissa is performance, and the ordinate is the possibility that He Junle likes himself...
Then looking at this love curve like a memory curve, Murong Jihua:
"..."
"...According to this standard, let alone falling in love, if we don't kill each other and kill our father and enemy, we will be considered unkind... Forget it, forget it,"
He stood up and wiped away the curves of the ground with diamond-encrusted high-quality boots.
"But it doesn't mean anything, if you want him to give me a hug and a hug... Heh, unless it's a hell... Hmm-?"
— Something tightly entangled the ankle, Murong Jihua looked down:
A bloody hand.
"..."
look back.
A head that is pitch-black, red, and yellow.
"..."
"ghost-!"
At that time, the alarm bells were ringing in his heart, so his body shook, his hormones soared, Murong Jihua sank into his dantian, burst into rage, and punched through the air:
"There are always people who want to harm me!!!"
572.
Thirty-two seconds ago, at the same time and place.
Sophia, who was pretending to be a ghost in the haunted house, had been squatting for a long time.
God knows how much she wanted the chance to see—
(The following scenes are from Sophia's imagination)
Boss was covered in glowing rays, licking his wounds alone in the dark corner of the claustrophobia. The night was too dark, and no one could see the sad expression on his face. Only the elves of the night witnessed the fragility of this man.
Ah, he shouldn't be associated with fragility, but now, his eyes are like broken glass, his eyebrows are like a lost Zhou Du, and he is the most beautiful brilliance in this dark night.
She didn't expect her dream to come true, the BOSS was squatting less than one meter in front of Yazang, the point is that the other party didn't pay attention to her at all! !
What to do what to do what to do what to do.
Sophia reached out to hold her cheeks, even though they were covered with blood and ink paste.
I really want to - overstep once!
573.
Then she did it.
When Murong Jihua got up and was about to leave, he couldn't help but grabbed his ankle.
Then she was beaten.
A face-breaking punch from the perfect male god Murong Jihua.
574.
—After falling down the stairs of the haunted house, Sophia bumped into Steward Cui who was pushing the dessert cart to the haunted house to find the young master.
A cartload of desserts honor Sophia, naturally.
"Hey! The following tiramisu chocolate mousse syrup trifle pudding black forest Boston pie brownie swiss roll Nagasaki honey cake Stollen Portuguese cake!"
575.
"..."
Realizing what trouble he had caused, Murong Jihua followed secretly: "..."
576.
It may be that Cui Guanshi's long cry was too miserable. In just half a minute, Princess Elizabeth, who heard the sound, dragged Su Xiaomo into place. He Junle who didn't want to.
Murong Jihua: "..."
Murong Jihua: "I should expand this bedroom to prevent them from gathering so quickly."
——It's a pity that Murong didn't see Elizabeth abandoning the reporter and running against the wind in the last chapter. If he could see it, he might understand that the so-called expanding the bedroom is really useless.
Whether it is 800 meters or 400 meters, it does not make much difference for light to travel through time.
577.
Murong Jihua is now 10,000 times guilty, 10,000 times sorry, but! People! limited! his play,
How can an overbearing president apologize to a maid!
Murong Jihua's face was full of colors, and while he was madly apologizing in his heart, he made up his mind to give people a good vacation and subsidize mental damage after the incident.
Yan Jihua has always despised such things as beating women, but he didn't expect that after a few years, he would...
578.
So Murong Jihua and Sophia, one was standing upstairs, with a complicated expression hesitating to speak; the other was lying on the dessert table downstairs, with a...
“……………”
Sophia in the eyes of Steward Cui & Princess Elizabeth & Su Xiaomo:
Flushed face (crit hit by a slap in the face),
Embarrassingly dressed (the female ghost’s white ripped skirt),
Messy hair (makeup effect of female ghost),
Unidentified [beep] (dessert cream) all over the body,
And most importantly... just enjoy it.
Elizabeth: "…"
Cui Guanshi: "..."
Su Xiaomo: "..."
He Junle: "... What are you looking at me for?"
579.
Su Xiaomo: "Since ancient times, men have always been ruthless. If you want to talk to Luo Shang lightly, you will shed tears first... Brother Murong, it is Xiaomo who misjudged you..."
Murong Jihua: "?! No, what?"
Cui Guanshi: "Haha...cough, cough-hmm. Young master, I will always stand by your side."
Murong Jihua: "... you take down the joy that is on the brow of your brow before you speak."
Elizabeth: "Brother Mu is really perfect! In order to expand his thinking, he resolutely conducted a new experiment with human women... Sbarasi! Brother Mu next time can choose me. I am ready now!"
Murong Jihua: "..."
Sophia: "I touched it, I touched it (ankle), I will never wash my hands in this life..."
Murong Jihua: "This person seems to be temporarily unable to communicate..."
580.
"Heh, hahaha."
The familiar clean male voice suddenly sounded, everyone was stunned, and they all looked at—
He Junle straddled the swing with his legs wide open, his boots touching the ground, shaking slightly.
Large snow-white roses coiled on the vines of the swing, clustered together, vying to squeeze beside He Junle.
His snow-white long windbreaker blends into the background, and the ends of his short black hair rub against the orchid spots.
——It is very natural, and it is like any child's innocent smile when he sees something he is interested in.
"That's the expression,"
Murong Jihua's heart fluttered again without disappointment.
"Last time and last time, it was this fucking expression that made me bend!"
581.
Seeing that the girl was injured, He Junyue seemed to automatically turn on the boiler-burning mode, smiled coldly, got off the swing, and extended a friendly hand to the miserable female ghost on the dining car—
"It's not hurt."
—Of course, there are ten thousand Haribo in the eyes of ten thousand people... No, Hamlet.
Murong Jihua was tempted here, but the eyes of the people who came back to their senses looked at the two of them with a different color.
Su Xiaomo: "Brother Le, who is bitter and sad, no one knows about his wry smile, it's a pity, a pity!"
Cui Guanshi: "Heaven has the eyes to spare anyone, just a smile to wipe away all grievances, gratifying, gratifying!"
Princess Palace: "Fairy couples live up to their names, their eye contact is supernatural, respectable, respectable!"
582.
Murong Jihua couldn't take it anymore.
"It's time to build a car behind closed doors, you all get out for me!!!"
583.
When everything was quiet, Murong Jihua was lying on the bed, feeling a little regretful all of a sudden.
At that time, in order to make the special effects of the open-air playground more realistic, he forced Cui Guanshi to spend a lot of money to replace the entire bedroom ceiling with a smart star oxygen panel.
The whole bed is placed on the highest astrological platform in the bedroom, on which you can reach out to touch the moon (mimetic lights), and below you can see the carousel and roller coaster with bright lights.
——All these created the illusion that Murong Jihua used the sky as his bed and the ground as his bed.
Always feel like wild X.
584.
Worse.
Murong Jihua: "..."
Murong Jihua sneaked a glance at He Junle who was lying beside him in a daze at the starry sky.
Murong Jihua: "..."
Murong Jihua: "Damn man, why is he ignoring this young master!"
585.
This young master should take the initiative, right
Okay, great Yan Jihua, you can—