But he was obviously not the opponent of the five big and three thick masters, and before he could stretch out his arm, he was beaten back again. This time, Yang Ming, who rarely squeaked, spoke.

He scratched his head and asked shyly and timidly, "Didn't you ask Brother Yang's ideal type just now, I want to ask Su Su, what is your ideal type?" ”

Qin Huang and Mo Cong both looked at him with a look of "you are actually this kind of person", and they didn't dare to speak because of their small stature.

From the moment Cheng Jingyang was asked this question, Bai Su expected that everyone present would not be able to escape the topic of idealism.

But she never expected that this question was actually asked by the honest Yang Ming.

She cupped her cheeks, pursed her lips and thought about it, "Actually, I've never been in love, and I only have a vague concept of the ideal type." Actually, I think it's good as long as it's nice to me, understands my hobbies, and can sit down and talk about my plans and what's going on in the near future. ”

Mo Cong was still unwilling, and then asked: "Are there any special requirements in terms of appearance and economic ability?" ”

"In terms of appearance, it is okay to see the past, in terms of economic ability, only people are more motivated, even if the economic strength is weaker, it doesn't matter. After all, I have a job myself, so I don't have to worry about daily expenses. ”

This is simply the minimum requirement for choosing a mate.

Seeing that the three little boys had grown up and looked at her, Bai Su knocked on the table with a smile, and was a little embarrassed, "Don't believe it, I'm quite Buddhist in terms of feelings." I think everything else is nothing, and what I like is the best. But...... Being able to cook can still add a lot of points! ”

Mo Cong took the lead and applauded, followed by Qin Huang. Yang Ming's mind seemed to be spinning, and he didn't make any special reaction for a long time.

Cheng Jingyang took a sip of milk tea and still didn't speak.

A game has found a lot of fierce information.

For example, Qin Huang peed his pants at the age of twelve, Mo Cong had seven or eight ex-girlfriends, Yang Ming didn't dare to accept love letters from female classmates because he was shy, and Cheng Jingyang's legendary hen that ran away with others was actually stewed by his mother. Lin Zhiyi is not a child-like character, and the questions asked are the most superficial, but he still tells a few of his unknown little secrets.

For example, when he hugged Cheng Jingyang when he was a child, he fell twice.

It is estimated that Cheng Jingyang's stinky temper towards girls now continues from the time he was thrown when he was a child in his memory.

Bai Su didn't put it very open at first, but after a few rounds of play, she completely integrated into the game.

A few people were playing and playing, and it was late at night.

Lin Zhiyi is not good at staying up late, yawning one after another, he really can't hold it, so he has to go back to sleep.

Qin Huang also realized that it was too late, so he simply put the cards away and announced that he would play again next time.

The field dispersed quickly, Cheng Jingyang took the empty milk tea cup, found a trash can and threw it away, and when he came out, he saw Bai Su holding two boxes of candy and smiled stupidly at him.

He raised his eyebrows, forcefully stopping his attempts to move forward.

"I deeply reflected on my mistake of giving you a mandarin duck spectrum before, and thank you for today's milk tea, these sugars for you."

After Bai Su finished speaking, he walked up to him and put two boxes of candy on the table next to him, "Anyway, we've known each other for so long, so you just want to accept it!" ”