Nowadays.

In the snow-white bedroom, the lights are bright, the lights have not been turned off all night, the curtains have not been closed, the morning sun shines in comfortably, and the warmth just wants people to continue sleeping.

On the computer desk, Mo Xueyan, who had slept on her stomach all night, rubbed her eyes and woke up.

"Hmm, god, water..."

muttered, touched the side with his hand, but did not touch the warm body, but touched the laptop, the cold feeling made Mo Xueyan sober, sat up straight, and then was stunned.

Her home, the familiar home in her memory, how could it be...

Dream it!

The hand touched the thigh, turned hard, it hurt, it was not a dream, she was back.

As soon as this thought came out, Mo Xue's face turned white, her body was unstable and weak, her hand accidentally touched the keyboard, and the computer screen lit up.

The six words "My Gentle Male God" came straight into Mo Xueyan's eyes.

This is the one she struggled to write, and after she woke up from her sleep, she crossed over and met the male god.

"Gentle male god, is it true that everything is a dream? It's all my fantasy, there is no crossing, and there is no male god. ”

Mo Xueyan couldn't believe this idea, but the pain in her thigh told her that it was real now, not her dream, so...

The phone rang, the dead boss of Sister Hong's bookstore.

Mo Xueyan picked up the phone in a daze, and there was a thunderous sound from inside: "Mo Xueyan, you dead girl, what time is it, if you don't come to work again, believe it or not, the old lady will deduct your salary this month." ”

This sound shocked Mo Xueyan's ears buzzing, Mo Xueyan was still stunned, but she was dazzled and hung up the phone directly.

"The thunderous dead boss, the stinky boss, so I'm really back, or is everything just a fantasy of mine, no male god, no Lian brother, no string song and Min Min, no fate and love, no invitation to the moon, and no hateful little red shoes."

Mo Xueyan cried, lying on the computer desk and crying, crying, crying, I couldn't stop crying.

The male god, her male god, is so real, not fantasy, must not be fantasy, woo...

The mobile phone rang again, and it was still the dead boss of Sister Hong's bookstore.

Choked, Mo Xueyan looked at the phone again, but she didn't answer the ring.

The phone was disconnected, and WeChat beeped twice.

"Mo Xueyan, you dead girl, if you don't come to work again, believe it or not, my mother will even deduct your salary next month and next month."

"Dead girl, did you rush the manuscript all night again, and then fantasized that you would become the heroine, loved by thousands of people, wake up quickly! Fantasy, just dream, don't fall into it yourself! ”

"Dead boss, stinky boss, woo..."

The mobile phone fell on the bed, wiped his face indiscriminately, tears were in his eyes, and his black hair was also messily pulled together, tied in a low ponytail.

I looked at my bedroom again, and my hand touched the frost and snow wallpaper on the wall, real.

"Ahh Ahh

Suddenly climbed into bed, jumped and yelled, and his hair was even more messy.

"Gentle male god, just you wrote it, it doesn't exist at all, ah! Mo Xueyan, sober, sober, hurry up, otherwise you will become a nervous disorder, there is no male god, there is no male god, woo...

Mo Xueyan, you are just a street fighter, a small dog's tail grass, a celestial man like a male god, how could he be unswerving to you to death! Pigs! It's all fake when you think about it! Woo woo woo ...

And other crossings, at least not a car accident, or a lightning strike, cancer, or the discovery of some antiquities and treasures, which is like you, headless and brainless to travel through the past, this is not in line with the logic of crossing, you are not sober, woo woo, woo woo..."

Crying in a chatter, talking to herself for a long time, I don't know how many WeChat sounds, Mo Xueyan calmed down introspectively, but her head drooped, and her crying eyes and nose were red.

Is it really just her fantasy? "My Gentle Male God", an extended fantasy of this book.

climbed off the bed and clicked on the computer again, the eye-catching six words, the real Mo Xueyan has no way to deceive herself, everything is really like her extended idea of this extra-plot.

I looked at it for a long time, and suddenly, Mo Xueyan got up and ran to the bathroom, the cold water flushed her face, looking at the familiar face in the mirror that was almost forgotten, the fleshy baby face, there was no such charm at all, but it was cute and okay.

This is her, Mo Xueyan, such a look, without Beiyueyan's delicate desire, but she can still see the past, not particularly ugly, if you put it on the street, it will not lead to a full return rate, at most one or two people, it is enough.

"Mo Xueyan, no, you have to go to see a psychiatrist, otherwise you'll be done."

He sniffed, and his hair was tied in a high ponytail.

looked at the bathroom again, and slapped twice, so real, this is not a dream, then everything is a dream, her fantasy, how can there be a crossing in the world, she didn't believe it!

I quickly changed my pajamas, took my phone and pulled the small backpack on the sofa, and ran out the door.

When I walk into the community, every time I meet a neighbor, I will ask:

"Xiao Yan, you're late again today."

"Xiao Yan, why are you so quiet today, my aunt is not used to it."

"Xiao Yan, why don't you speak! You're a little sparrow chirping every day, what's the matter today, the sun is coming out in the west. ”

These voices surrounded her ears, Mo Xueyan grinned, and then ran out of the community at a faster pace, only to open her mouth again.

In the city, high-rise buildings, on the road, there is a lot of traffic, this is her world, her real world, but it feels so strange, and she doesn't know how to avoid vehicles.

Walking on the edge of the sidewalk, drooping his head, his feet dragged, and the bicycle rushed past him, without noticing, and passed by several times.

She walked around in a daze, looking for a psychiatrist, and going to a psychiatrist, but she didn't know where it was.

I didn't expect to have such a good thing as Du Niang.

Looking up, the billboards, the shining screens, she was dazzled by the dense crowd, she didn't look at the walk in front of her, and then bumped into someone.

"I don't have eyes when I walk!" The man scolded and patted himself on the shoulder.

Mo Xueyan turned his head to look over, and at a glance, he didn't see clearly the appearance of the person he had hit, and continued to walk, coming to an intersection, fortunately, he hadn't forgotten that there was a traffic light, and after stopping and waiting for the red light to flash, he was about to raise his foot, but he paused straight.

On the outside lane of his side, a black Bentley, the window behind it is ajar, and there is a man inside, with his eyes closed and breathing, with a beautiful face, a male god...

Afraid that he was mistaken, Mo Xueyan rubbed his eyes as much as he could, and then rubbed it again, yes, the male god is really a male god.

On her side, the green light passed, the yellow light flashed and the red light turned on again, correspondingly, the green light was naturally on, and the black Bentley was about to drive away.

Mo Xueyan reacted at this time, shouted a male god, and then rushed straight to the outside lane, opening his arms to block the Bentley.

At this move, the surrounding pedestrians were stunned for a moment.

The man with his eyes closed in the middle of the Bentley opened his eyes.

The driver braked suddenly, but before he could do so, Mo Xueyan was knocked into the air and fell in the middle of the intersection, as if he had fallen apart.

The brain was really dizzy this time, blurring his vision in a daze, but when he lost consciousness, he saw the man coming over.

The cold gaze, the corners of the eyebrows in displeasure, a suit and leather shoes, exuding a cold and indifferent atmosphere, is completely different from the male god, not the male god, not her male god, more like Lishuo, a teardrop in the corner of the eye, slid into the hair.