Say what you must have…”
... Probably just being teased.
620.
Murong Jihua chuckled like self-deprecating, what's wrong with him, is he too fed by Grandpa Yuan Longping? I was not such a mother-in-law before...
621.
He Junle was already waiting in the bedroom.
He sat on the edge of the moon boat with Erlang legs propped up, holding a book in one hand and supporting his head in the other. Seeing Murong Jihua appearing in his field of vision in a black and blue suit jacket, he lazily raised his eyelids:
"You came."
At that time, Murong Jihua's underwear was white, with his hands on his hips and a smile on the corner of his mouth, even if it was just a slight curve, it was enough to make the girls scream like chickens one by one.
His pupils are gray, although he always deliberately put on a poker face that should not be approached by strangers, but He Junle can see—
You can see the starbursts turning into noise under the gray mist of his pupils.
But that bit of natural emotion was almost swallowed by the thick fog.
When looking at him, He Junle always felt that the sincerity revealed by the other party should not be as indifferent as he pretended.
622.
What has this man been pretending to be
He Junle hates this person whom he can't see through.
—Okay, it’s not annoying, this word is used too much, it’s too big.
623.
Of course, if Murong Jihua knew what he was thinking, he would probably tear up and hold He Junle's hand and go to the temple to pray for him if he staggered—
what am i pretending
What do you think I'm pretending
Of course I was pretending to be a cold, evil, charming, affectionate and domineering president! People! game! Who let the dead have no human rights, ah!
624.
Murong Jihua was indeed smiling,
But what he smiled was nothing but this He Junle who squinted his eyes and quietly looked at him—the book in his hand.
Take it upside down.
Something is really wrong with him today.
Murong Jihua mouthed into the air.
625.
Seeing the person approaching, He Junle closed the book with a "snap", picked up the cigarette and lit it,
"Didn't you say you need to practice more?"
—Murong Jihua watched as he stretched out a hand and untied half of his trousers and chain.
Murong Jihua stopped, he seemed to sigh, took out a cigarette, and walked - slowly - slowly.
He leaned close to He Junle like last time, using his cigarette to ravage the other party, but Murong Jihua's cigarette lighting skills were obviously in direct proportion to his ventriloquist, and he couldn't light it for a long time.
—By the way, he seemed to have completely ignored He Junle's little move just now.
626.
He Junle's eyes darkened.
Murong Jihua gave up, he straightened up, and as soon as he opened his mouth, the cigarette fell to their feet naturally, and he asked:
"He Junle, what's wrong with you?"
"Speak straight up if you have something to say, I—"
"How did you agree so quickly?"
627.
!
This person is too straightforward? Under normal circumstances, you shouldn't be entangled for a while—no, no, no, I still like straight-talking old men.
This is not the point, the point is, he, he, is he really bothered about me agreeing to their competition!
628.
Murong Jihua: "... I believe in you, you—"
"How did you agree so quickly to treat yourself as a prize?"
"ah?"
"How did you agree so quickly, using your body as a bet in the game?"
"… ah."
"Do I agree?"
"you are not… "
"Just because I agree with the competition doesn't mean I agree with you betraying yourself."
He Junle also took down the cigarette, threw it on the ground, and crushed it with his feet:
"—According to what you mean, I don't even have the right to keep my people?"
629.
I-
Fuck me!
Fuck me!
I fucked the dog!
630
Stop pretending, Murong Jihua pushed He Junle from the edge of the moon boat into the pool of the moon boat — into the styrofoam dolls, big and small.
He Junle: "..."
Murong Jihua put on the thin gloves mentioned earlier, smiled lowly, and his figure was suppressed:
"Man, you are not jealous, are you?"
"..."
"Heh, this young master already knew it. With my charming, handsome, handsome and suave, how can anyone not fall in love with me? - Yes, I knew it a long time ago, hmph."
Who the hell suddenly blushed and squatted in the haunted house yesterday.
He Junle didn't expose him, didn't argue anything, just looked up from the bottom, and then suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch the other's earlobe.
Murong Jihua suddenly felt that his breathing was stagnant.
631.
"There are a few things I want to discuss with you,"
"explain."
"First thing, the princess is very strong, at least arm wrestling, she is the strongest opponent I have ever seen in my twenty years of life,"
"That-"
"But don't worry, I'm invincible and I won't lose you."
"... Thank you."
"Second thing, Murong, I suggest you—"
"Say, man, is there something that this young master can't satisfy you, huh?"
632.
"—I suggest you take it for granted."
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Rest assured, we will not back down on matters of principle.
The ancient poems have been used, let me think of another way to start the car. Pfft, is it really good to fight Lujiang like this 23333333
[Received Perspective]Mind
0.
"Name?"
"He Lele."
"age?"
"Six years old..."
"Why do you report alone, where are your parents?"
"I do not remember."
"… ah?"
"I said, I don't remember."
-1.
My name is He Junle, I am nineteen years old.
This name is not my real name, my real name is He Lele... It's too ugly, I changed it when I became an adult.
Really, it's my limit to put up with this ridiculous name for eighteen years.
-2.
My life between the ages of zero and six was absurd and boring, maybe it was because I was too young to understand, maybe it was something else, some things just can't be remembered, but who cares
Anyway, on the morning of my sixth birthday, I seemed to wake up suddenly, and the memory after that became extremely clear.
A family, a godsister, a childhood sweetheart, and a piece of property, this is all I have in my new life.
-3.
Mo'er is my friend, my childhood sweetheart, and the Su family treats me very well. Without them, Xueru and I might have a different life... Sorry, digressed.
In junior high school, I started to study hard, and my academic performance was very good. According to the teacher, I have a very high learning talent. No matter it is school courses or other things, I can learn everything.
They say I'm a genius.
I love the feeling of being complimented.
-4.
But, even so, when recalling the first and second days of junior high school, I still have to say that I am really a stupid guy than Xiami, and I really deserve to be bullied.
I am cowardly, inferior, and vulnerable.
The six years of elementary school that basically lived alone did not teach me to be strong. The cowardice and humbleness in my bones made me dare not speak back when my classmates insulted me. When I was bullied, I just dared to stay in the corner and say sorry. .
Hehe, idiot.
On a rainy day in the second semester of the second year of junior high school, I resisted.
Hitting someone feels great.
It feels better to win.
-5.
Seeing their backs running away, I realized that they would not bully me anymore if they were scared by me.
I am a genius.
Therefore, the ability to beat people has become more and more skilled.
-6.
In the year of the senior high school entrance examination, I used the friendship I made to form the Injustice Group—not a gang, but a small student group at best.
Later, when I was in high school, I expanded it into a gang, and began to struggle in the gray roads of the North District.
Well, what's the name
Chen Ergou suggested that it should be named after the boss.
I say yes.
-7.
As mentioned above, I am still very satisfied with my past, there is no bitterness, hatred, or kindness. I put my heart and soul into my career, fighting with my brothers and flirting with girls—
You said study
Hehe, that little thing in high school is simply...
-8.
Then one day, the situation changed suddenly, and something happened to the Su family.
Uncle Su ran away due to debts, leaving Xiaomo and his younger brother behind. In order to provide treatment for her younger brother and maintain her life, Xiaomo sold herself to the Late Night Tea Party—a garden of Eden for the nobles who walks between light and darkness.
From this moment on, my sunny and bright life is like a wild horse running wild, a train derailed, and a grandson monkey playing in the heavenly palace——
It has become very strange and wonderful.
Because I met a strange flower named Murong Jihua.
-9.
He seized love with a knife, and robbed women (?), overbearing and unreasonable, but very...
"Give me money and smash this man to death."
Well, should I thank the president for not killing him
-10.
... very, very mysterious.
-11.
He is very handsome, even more handsome in real life than in the photos reported on the Internet, he is full of arrogance, no matter how he looks on the surface, he looks like a standard CEO, an elite member of society, or a handsome rich second generation.
But those eyes, those eyes filled with an untimely thin layer of gray mist, let me intuit something different.
On the first day I met him, sparks were flying everywhere, and swords were on the verge of breaking out.
I am not afraid.
He is different from me. When he looks at people, even if there is a mean smile on the corner of his mouth, there is no murderous look in his eyes.
Like a lonely boat lost in the sea of stars, with some reasons to do it.
—And he is not afraid of me at all.
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