e~ ah... that's great~ little sir~~"
Elizabeth was not to be outdone, her wrists were bruised, and Ni Haofan, who was serving at the side, screamed out in fright;
"Huh... I have something even more powerful... um... Do you want to see, Your Highness the Princess?"
"Ah~ Already, that's really great! Uh... no, I'm going to... uh,"
-Finish.
604.
Murong Jihua who rushed over to the garden to persuade the fight: "...what are you two doing?"
Time: slightly
Location: Murong Mansion Garden
Characters: Elizabeth, He Junle
Event: arm wrestling
Result: He Junle wins by a narrow margin
605.
At the end of the game, Elizabeth took out a handkerchief and wiped her sweaty forehead, her pink cheeks were still flushed:
"Ah, Brother Mu, long time no see!"
He Junle let out a foul breath, shook his sore hands, picked up the black tea on the table and concentrated on drinking it.
Elizabeth smiled slightly, pulled her skirt, and jumped off the snow-white bench.
She walked towards Murong Jihua with graceful steps:
"Mr. Murong, I've thought about it, but I'm still a little bit unwilling."
"I know that I am afraid that I am not as good as Mr. Le Jun in all aspects, even the arm wrestling that I am most proud of since childhood,"
A butterfly landed on her shoulder.
"But Mr. Murong, you are really outstanding—I know that I am not qualified to participate in the experiment of mixing perfect genes, but can I ask Mr. Murong to fulfill—my little wish as a girl?"
Little girl
The corners of Murong Jihua's eyes twitched: Do you still have the consciousness of being a human being
606.
"Puff"
Elizabeth quickly reached out and crushed the butterflies that landed on her shoulder into a thick paste.
Murong Jihua: "..."
Su Xiaomo screamed out and was protected by Murong Jihua.
Elizabeth was completely unaware that the dead insect was still hanging around her neck—the juice was still on her skin. She grinned silently and folded her hands together:
"Please let me fight Mr. He Junle one-on-one!—If the little girl is lucky enough to beat him in some aspects—"
"Mr. Murong, please give me a chance to live together with you!"
607.
The house was full of silence.
He Junle's expression remained unchanged, and even the black tea did not shake a drop.
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I believe that everyone can understand the meaning of the poem in the middle, right
And the most important point, the two of them haven't finished it yet, the whole set
By the way, ask for an advance receipt for the new article in June ⑧!
How did the rebellious Prince Marysu fall in love with the learning machine——
I heard that ordinary xxoo can't make the learning machine feel pleasure! !
what to do? Of course you choose to study!
For myself, I feel that my level of taking the protagonist’s name is getting higher and higher → Buried in the heart, bitter to mourn (the protagonist of the next book)
Poke into the author to see, okay!
Love you ducks! !
I advise you to accept
608.
"... PK?"
Murong Jihua glanced calmly in He Junle's direction, but unfortunately the angle was restricted, he could only see the latter's fair neck and long eyelashes.
He couldn't help recalling, last night, when he was looking down from top to bottom, how those eyelashes fluttered slightly during the movements, and how they tickled his legs—
And the way that neck looks when it's drenched in a little bit of snow-white plum rain—stop, stop.
Although it is said that the two of them slammed to the brakes after that, and they fought until midnight, but after all—so,
Murong Jihua lowered his eyes:
"He should, probably, like, mine, right."
609.
Princess Elizabeth took it all in.
A rich blush floated on her face, intentionally or unintentionally interrupting the os in someone's mind:
"I already discussed with He Le just now—Mr. He Junle, he said if you agree, then the challenge is established~!"
She held out a finger: "It was the preliminaries just now—I lost."
"me?"
Murong Jihua half-bent one leg and rested his hand on his chin.
610.
The brows are slightly wrinkled, and there is a dark cloud between the brows;
My heart is surging, and my heart is full of words.
What the fuck is this god unfolding!
He Junle agrees with this rhythm
What am I
Is the prize for winning the challenge my mating rights? !
He Junle, you, you fucking scum—
…
Forget it, as long as Mr. He is happy, take your time, there is no such thing as getting into bed and driving a car in one step.
Even if he doesn't want to be the only koi in his fish pond, he can still be an arowana.
— the kind that eats up all the other fish.
611.
Murong Jihua was a little angry, his eyebrows and eyes were curved - "Since he has already agreed, then I have no objection."
- I won't lose anyway,
The man I have my eyes on is naturally the most perfect crazy girl in the world.
612.
Elizabeth seemed to come alive suddenly, with a pair of big blue eyes shining:
"Sbarasi—I will take it seriously! Thank you, Brother Mu and Mr. Junle!"
"Ni Haofan, let's go! The supervision of the Fan Yan experiment will be suspended for a while, and come back to the palace with me. I still have a lot of things to prepare!"
Seeing that the great Buddha was about to be sent away, Murong Jihua felt relieved, she is such a ruthless princess, she is too capable of causing trouble.
He twitched the corners of his lips symbolically: "Your Highness, take your time and don't see you off—prepare well and we won't be in a hurry."
613.
Then as soon as he turned around, he met He Jun's eyes that were eager to speak but stopped talking.
Murong Jihua: "..."
Murong Jihua: "...?"
What expression is this
Didn't your old man agree to the challenge
Since we met, He Junle has always looked cold and cheerless, the kind who doesn't change his face on the bed—if he hadn't occasionally had a fever and would show some other colors on his face, Murong Jihua would have suspected that he had some skin disease .
But now He Junle has other emotions in his eyes, his brows are slightly frowned, and his thin lips are slightly pursed. If he had to use any words to describe it, it would probably be——
Small tangle
614.
Oh no.
Murong Jihua dismissed this idea.
How could he show such an expression...
615.
But now He Junle really turned his head to look at him like this, it has been one minute and three seconds.
Murong Jihua was a little worried, and took out the ultra-thin Cold Ridge silk gloves that you could barely feel from his pocket, walked forward in three steps, and put it on his forehead:
"What's the matter with you, you don't feel well? Did I—"
He Junle grabbed his wrist, lowered his eyelashes, and showed a teasing smile:
"No, I still have something to do, go back and deal with it first."
Murong Jihua: "???"
Murong Jihua: "..."
Murong Jihua: "...Go back to the Junle Gang...? Okay, I will prepare the sports car drinks for you, and see if you have anything else you want to bring. Or—"
He Junle: "..."
——a slightly exaggerated frown, forcibly holding back the second half of Murong Jihua's sentence "Do you mind taking the most handsome boyfriend in the world back with me?"
He Junle: "...you,"
He Junle: "You really..."
Murong Jihua: "Huh?"
He Junle: "... I won't go back, the terminal can contact the helpers to deal with it. It's you, Murong,"
He paused,
"Wash up at night and wait for me in bed early."
Murong Jihua: "...OK."
Murong Jihua: "Wait!? This should be my own line, right?!"
616.
He Junle seemed to be in a better mood, and his brows were not so tight anymore. He even raised his eyebrows slightly, pressing a fleeting smile in his throat.
He got up, rubbed his sore wrist, and slowly disappeared at the garden gate.
617.
Cui Guanshi & Su Xiaomo: "..."
Murong Jihua, who followed after watching the colorful expression for 30 seconds, forced to remain calm for 30 seconds, and pretended to cough for 3 seconds, also disappeared at the garden gate—
Cui Guanshi and Su Xiaomo quickly exchanged glances:
They couldn't understand more and more what kind of relationship between these two people...
Cui Guanshi asked with his eyes: "Miss Su, is it true that the young master is on the top?"
Su Xiaomo looked back: "Yes."
Cui Guanshi continued to ask with his eyes: "That's right, I have seen you many times. It's just that they are now?"
Su Xiaomo shook her head: "... Mr. Cui, don't be nervous, we may have been ignoring another possibility..."
Cui Guanshi: "May I ask Ms. Su to enlighten me?"
Su Xiaomo: "... mutual attack?"
Cui Guanshi: "..."
618.
Murong Jihua didn't take a bath.
619.
Sitting in a straight-rotating family bullet train (Murong Mansion is too big, walking is too tiring, I usually take this for going up and down stairs, of course there is no shortage of other means of transportation), Murong Jihua bit the corner of his mouth, and unconsciously started math problem.
He Junle, he wants to speak but stops talking and wants to = he has difficulties (condition 1)
Princess Elizabeth poses a challenge = the previous summary (condition 2)
After he agreed to the request as a prize, He Junle was a little unhappy = he did not want to participate in the competition (condition 3)
To sum up = He Junle has some unspeakable difficulties that make him not want to participate in PK
"Is he not sure?"
Murong Jihua shook his head,
"No, no, there's no reason. Learning to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, even ventriloquism—is there anything in this world that that person is not good at, if