Dream
Well, you He Junle, I almost made a fool of Ben Shao!
Does Ben look like a vase that will only cause you trouble
Obviously not!
Does Ben Shao look so unreliable
Obviously not!
What do you think you are, dare to refuse love from a male god
Innocent!
1082.
"Sophia!"
"Yes, boss."
"Contact the largest helicopter wholesaler in country A—and the lipstick supplier—and the urban TV station in city A."
"Yes, boss."
"Let's just talk about this young master—the CEO of Murong Group, Murong Jihua. He has a big project to discuss with them."
1083.
Contrary to the busy Murong Jihua, for He Junle, the day before the war passed extremely quickly.
The left is just a matter of closing and opening the eyes.
There are still three hours until the appointed time.
Murong Jihua didn't know where he died, He Junle got up from the empty bed, thought about it, and decided to take a bath first.
have another meal...
Put on a pure white dress that looks so handsome...
Don't forget to pin a delicate blue rose on your chest...
Walking down the red carpet in the hall amid Su Xiaomo's pear blossom's rainy voice...
Surrounded by Steward Cui and all the maids, he pushed open the gate of the mansion...
He Junle's hand halfway through pushing the door paused invisibly.
It's been a morning, and I still can't hold back.
He Junle turned his head slightly, and asked Cui Guanshi: "... Where is Murong Jihua?"
1084.
Cui Guanshi and Sophia quickly exchanged glances, and said in unison: "I don't know."
"..."
The sensitive He Junle immediately had a bad premonition.
At the moment of the war, he suppressed this bad premonition with firm will, turned his head and pushed open the door intently—right foot first, stepping on the red carpet.
—At the same time, something fell down and hit the tip of his nose.
He Junle's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, his body's reaction was faster than his brain's. He grabbed the thing in his hand and took a closer look.
1085.
Well,
Lipstick coupons
Or the aristocratic lipstick that has become popular recently
——The bad premonition suddenly hit He Junle's five senses and brain like a flood that opened the valve.
He looked up, and a scene that once again refreshed He Junle's worldview appeared:
It's raining,
Lipstick rain!
Or the kind of artificial rainfall!
He Junle saw it!
A helicopter hiding in the clouds and dropping coupons!
1086.
"... I said why is city A so noisy today... I dare say so,"
He Junle tightly grasped the exchange voucher in his hand:
"Mu, Rong, Ji, Hua!"
1087.
Murong Jihua's idea is actually quite simple and sweet.
Didn't it mean that the ratio of men to women in country A is too large
Okay, I'm throwing lipstick on the street, why don't the girls rush to the street to pick it up
There are more people, there are more girls, the traffic has increased, and Zhu Jun's mood has improved,
Once He Junle, a super handsome guy, comes out again, it shouldn't be difficult to harvest a wave of girls' hearts, right
—Murong Jihua, you are truly a genius!
1088.
He Junle's thoughts are actually quite high-end and gloomy.
Doesn't it mean that the ratio of men to women in country A is too big
Okay, I wear women's clothes on the street, and with my excellent makeup, I can't see the beauty of men and women. Isn't it easy to get 2 points from the same-sex person
— I was afraid that my little CEO would not be able to accept it, so I told him again and again to be obedient and not to make trouble, and to sit at home and wait for my good news...
it's good now!
The girls are out!
Now the ratio of men to women on the street is almost less than 1:2!
It's too damn bad to use the identity of a man to reap one point at a time...
—Murong Jihua! You beat my plans to pieces!
1089.
Bloody facts teach us:
Between couples, talk straight and discuss well,
Don't be so confident that you two can understand each other a bit.
- Feelings are for cultivation!
1090.
"Ah... fuck me."
He Junle felt a bit of a headache, and there was a high probability that he wouldn't need the women's clothing secretly in his arms.
Mu, Rong, Ji, Hua!
—You really love me so much!
1091.
The opposing parties are acting as civilians,
There are no bodyguards, no guards, transportation is optional, and the range of activities is an urban area.
From twelve o'clock at noon until the moon rises, whoever collects the most points through teasing (electricity) will win.
How simple, how fair, what a final content filled with love and light.
1092.
When He Junle came to the agreed central square, Princess Elizabeth had been waiting for a long time.
Okay, the battle is not high-profile, but it is quite eye-catching in that dress.
1093.
"As long as you have the courage, go to the street and wear flowers to get married."
Murong Jihua had heard this sentence before his death.
Now I take it for granted.
— Facts have proved that Her Royal Highness the Princess is not a good biologist.
She was standing there in a wedding dress that dragged the floor, and she exuded the bingbing temperament of "this palace is the center of the world" and "this palace is the beauty of the prosperous age".
Although I don't want to admit it,
But when Murong Jihua, who wrapped himself up and armed himself so that his own mother didn't recognize him—mingled with the bustling crowd on the street—seeing that same white figure appearing in the square,
He felt that his own He Junle was about to lose in terms of momentum.
1094.
Okay, although our brother Le's clothes are a little plain, but it can't hide our good spirits, don't you think
——Thinking like this, Murong Jihua looked at He Junle's teary eyes, and yawned very exaggeratedly.
…
Okay, although our Le brother's clothes are a little plain and his spirit is not in place, but the opponent didn't support him. We have the buff bonus of Ben Shaoai here, don't you think so
——Thinking like this, Murong Jihua saw Prince Xiazi on Elizabeth's side holding up a banner and standing in front of the crowd, yelling madly: "Flower girl, come on!"
…
It's okay, although our Brother Le's clothes are a little more plain, his spirit is not in place, and his support is a little low-key, but...
…
But he loves us, the power of love can create miracles, right
——Thinking like this, Murong Jihua saw Elizabeth and He Junle meet, and two seconds later, they had the following conversation:
Princess Elizabeth stretched out her slender hand to catch a lipstick coupon that fell from the sky, and smiled sweetly:
"Brother Mu has spent a lot of effort for this competition."
He Junle smiled slightly:
"—oh, he's a fool who knows how to help."
1095.
…
…
I, Murong Jihua, take my farewell first!
A man's mouth is a deceitful ghost, this young master shouldn't have hoped that He Junle would praise me in front of others, rely on me!
This game is unplayable,
Is it too late for me to hide in the depths of the Sahara desert and become a native
1096.
Murong Jihua burst into tears one by one, and was about to raise his legs to ride the wind back, when He Junle's next words grabbed his long legs that had already been straddled.
He Junle:
"However, Your Highness, there is one thing that I still have to tell you again and again. Murong Jihua's surname is not Mu, but his surname is Murong, or He,
No matter how stupid he is, it doesn't prevent me from thinking that he is so cute.
Now the outcome is undecided, Your Royal Highness,
Put down his things in your hands. "
— Fully interpreted the self-talk and the bar to the fullest!
——Although this does not prevent Murong Jihua from being completely moved by this double talk.
1097.
"..."
Elizabeth was stunned for a moment, her red lips moved slightly, she muttered for a long time, then sighed,
Then he folded the exchange coupon in his hand very briskly, and stuffed it into He Junle's pocket:
"Oh, I am so sorry for what I have said ! Yours is yours! Don't be angry, Mr. Junle, don't be angry with the future of our human beings!"
Saying that, he glanced at He Junle Yimapingchuan's lower abdomen meaningfully.
1098.
Ah, He Junle!
Worthy of being my man.
Murong Jihua, who had forgotten his grudge for a second, happily squeezed into the crowd of spectators, staring at the progress of the game with hope.
1099.
After finishing the nonsense, the noon sun began to burn Murong Jihua's restless heart, the hour hand started to circle, and it was another calm day.
The decisive battle kicked off with Elizabeth's hearty "Mina-san".
She stretched out an indescribably gorgeous white gauze dress, and the wedding dress was dragged in the air—where there was a bunch of dazzling hydrogen balloons.
With this voice, her sense of presence in the center of the square was raised from 80% to 99.9%.
"Come and enjoy the dancing posture of my concubine~~!"
1100.
—Murong Jihua can't describe the lethality of Princess Elizabeth, who is already full of talent as an actress, when she is dressed extremely beautifully—
But the body's reaction won't deceive him, at least Murong Jihua, who has his own heart, has goosebumps all over his body when he heard this.
Not to mention going out for a walk and shopping to watch the lively people eating melons.
This is, over-charged, feeling.
1101.
——It wasn't until Murong Jihua felt ashamed, helpless and surprised that there was a dim light of micro-surveillance sweeping over him in the sky:
Fuck me! Ben Shao gave it to the opponent so quickly