Speechless all the way, Lin Minghao was a little unaccustomed, when did he become a nerd, was it because of the girl in front of him who was so beautiful that he couldn't talk about it? No way? After the baptism of countless girls, how could he lose at the hands of this girl who is too beautiful to be in the world? It's impossible, I'm a prodigal son in love.

"The temperature of the palm, do you know it yourself, you are a very beautiful girl!" He skillfully played his tongue skills, nodded at the temperature of his palm, and he smiled: "Do you know that the appearance of a beautiful woman in the middle of the night is to tempt and test a man's concentration." ”

The temperature of the palm smiled, like a blooming daffodil, and the moment of quietly waiting to open in that place came from his praise.

"It's dangerous for beautiful women to travel at night, so you're not afraid that I'm a 'pervert', or that I'm a frog, or that I'm a liar, a bad man who specializes in kidnapping beautiful women." Hao stared at her with a little ill-will.

"No, your eyes have betrayed you, your eyes have already told me the answer, besides, since I dare to come out, it means that I am ready to be eaten." The temperature of his palm said with a wicked smile on his face.

Hao was a little helpless, he seemed to be a little helpless about the temperature of this palm, because he was too familiar, or they had those senseless jokes.

The sky is boundless black, since the night has passed, the night is getting colder now, Lin Minghao said to the temperature of his palm: "It's late at night, I'll send you back!" "Polite and just right.

Looking at the polite and completely opposite of him on the Internet, I was a little caught off guard, I thought he would take me to his house, but ......

I don't know if to be happy or sad? Such a person is him in real life, and if so, then in real life he is a person worthy of lifelong trust.

However, the slight uneasiness in his eyes, I vaguely guessed his mood, and it was because I guessed that I was flustered, Lin Minghao, do you like this me? Would you like the realistic me? Or do you appreciate the different me on the Internet more?

Some people say that there are three kinds of people on the Internet, one is lonely and difficult; The second is to turn yourself into another person who is completely opposite; The third is to pass the time.

But we seem to have nothing to do with these three kinds of people at all, however, we have met again and again, and we have passed by, which is probably what they call fate.

We met each other.

We were in a moderate ambiguity, testing each other, telling each other, hiding the truest each other, in that period of ups and downs, she thought she had walked into his heart, and when they really met, perhaps, in each other's hearts was just a familiar shadow.

There are many times, after the wind and snow, I can't help but fantasize about spending that red dust life with you, don't you know? Or do you pretend not to know, or do you never think that my heart throbs against you?

Or in real life, you are always like this, giving others a fantasy, and then leaving no trace, leaving the wound that moved your heart for you and was abandoned by you without leaving any room for it, lingering in the same place, if you are such a person, then, you are a scumbag.

I wonder what color your heart is? Has your heart been frozen for a long time......

It's late at night, and everyone who should be asleep is asleep, right? The person who should go out crazy should also be living the nightlife that only belongs to him, I am still playing games on the Internet, I am a little curious to look at Ye Wei who has not said a word, didn't he keep saying that playing games should be more and more ways to be invincible and brave? When I looked at his web network, I was taken aback, and the speed of his upgrades was !! God, I think that my powerful speed is no match for me, but he barely brows, and the upgraded index soars all the way, if you compare him to a stock, he is definitely a high-quality stock, if you compare him to the speed of a car, then his speed must be drifting all the way.

"Are you crazy?" I felt his potential.

He looked at me as if he hadn't heard of it, and then sighed, "That's a good game, by the way, how is your level?" ”

"Look!" He leaned over to take a look, and then said with a slight mockery: "Your skills are also good, and you have a great future!" It's a little worse than me, but you're still good. I could tell he was genuinely praising me, but his last sentence was a rhythm that wanted to me off.

"What about you? Are you crazy? "I'm a little angry, I'm a little unwilling to lose.

"That's what you say! It's easy to upgrade! They're all stupid, and I can't help it. He replied a little indifferently.

I could feel my anger exponential all the way.

"Really? I think if my cold-blooded index is five hundred, then your cold-blooded index must be one thousand, you pervert. “

"You can't blame me for this, it's because they're so stupid, they hit it all the way, what can I do." He shrugged his shoulders and spread his palms with an innocent look. At this moment, I'm honest, I have a special urge to strangle him.

Miss Ben wants an image, not to mention that she is now in an Internet café, so calm down, calm down, no matter how many people want to kill, you must first maintain my ladylike image.

As soon as I opened the page, I casually browsed the game's achievement list, it doesn't matter if I don't look at it, when I look at it, I'm so angry that I almost vomit blood, what?

Who is he? Oh, my God! I really had a sense of frustration, I felt like a loser, I really threw in the towel, the first time I saw him, I knew I was going to lose, the second time I met him, I still lost.

"Ye Wei, you are still the same, you haven't changed at all, the same cold-blooded, the same don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, there are still people who moths to the fire for you." He smiled, like the overlord standing on the verge of the line, he will always be the winner, so I may be doomed to lose, but now I don't want to pay anything for him, or worry about anything, so I have the right to kick him out, don't I? He's him, I'm me, I'm not the fool who will only change for him, so I have the right to get everything I want.

So, I calmed down my disordered mind, restored that cold demeanor to him, smiled coldly at him, and kept calculating in my heart how to make him treat those girls like on the Internet, let him die and don't know how he was destroyed.

The night was a little cold, and it fell on my face as if tears were falling, is it because I have compassion in my heart?

Is it going to rain in the sky? Or is it because my tears are too precious, so God is crying for me, and God knows that I used to be sleepless at night, and I washed my face with tears every night.

I can live without him, but I prove that I can live well without him, but what about him? Wouldn't he have come back to me without me?

That's proof enough that he's a loser, isn't it? What about me? He turned back, I gave him a chance, what am I doing, in the end, it's still because of that little unwillingness, why should I feel pity for a loser? If he's a loser, then what am I?

I'm cold-blooded, so I don't have any feelings, just let me fall into the abyss that never ends!

I seem to be able to feel the indifference that emanates from Twilight, the smell of blood on her, I think that Twilight makes me feel terrible, more so, what I feel, is the pain of heartache, the pain of heartache, Twilight, what can I do to get you back to that Twilight, jump when you want, laugh when you want to laugh?

If God gives me a chance to do it all over again, I will definitely make the greatest compensation for the mistakes I have made, she will not hate me so much, but will God give me a chance? No, time won't come back, it's like the water that was spilled and never recovered.

My hand lingered behind her, and I wanted to hold her and tell her that I didn't abandon her, that I was forced, and that I still had a chance to speak?

The night was quiet, a little sad, as if we were now, no one spoke, no one knew what to say?

In the process of love, see who cuts that face first, bows her head and begs for forgiveness, but I underestimate the protective layer of the twilight, no matter how hard I try her heart, she still won't bow her arrogant posture for me, give me a chance to be reborn, it's just an excuse for her, I know it well, but my only hope, I don't want to let go.

Maybe we are all masters of love, and on the chessboard of love, we will not give in