After Zhou Changyan's spirit body withdrew from Zhihai, and then came to the flower shop, Shen He was looking at the photo of himself and Lin Jiao, and it was estimated that he had fallen into the beautiful fantasy he had weaved.

Zhou Changyan couldn't help laughing: This kid is still so hypocritical after many days.

Since the fate of mortals cannot be changed after possession, when Zhou Changyan asked Immortal Shijing to choose a candidate for possession, there were only two conditions: one was greedy, and the other was close to Lin Jiao.

Shen He was completely compliant.

On the one hand, Shen He interpreted his deep love so that he could confuse the real with the fake, and on the other hand, he drowned Lin Jiao in the swamp of love, and was in a dilemma. He did this to satisfy his vanity, after all, he was not in good shape, but he had a tall and beautiful girlfriend. However, this flamboyant person is also as shrewd as a businessman when dealing with feelings, not only stingy with money, but also always instilling in Lin Jiao the way of frugality.

The most clumsy thing is that he grasped Lin Jiao's inferiority complex, constantly abused her emotionally and destroyed her value, made her continue to deepen her self-blame and guilt, and then increased her own importance, so that she couldn't leave if she wanted to.

What an abominable man!

Even if Zhou Changyan was not possessed, Lin Jiao's final fate was to be tortured to death by this man.

A breeze blew on his face, and Shen He fainted on the sofa. Zhou Changyan attached to it, and Shen He woke up again. Pick up the photo that just fell on the ground, and the two people on it are smiling beautifully. Lin Jiao's face made him think that she was his cute little fleshy white lamp, and thinking like this, he inadvertently stroked that face.

After a long time, his thin lips opened lightly: "My little meaty, you can only be close to me." ”

He stood up and walked to the warehouse. At this time, there is plenty of sunlight, projecting through a whole glass wall, and the large and small plants in the warehouse are bathed in sunlight, including the small succulent and the small fortune tree.

He only glanced at it, and then headed to the Fortune Tree area. The fortune tree is a popular purchase for people, so there are many large and small stocks in his warehouse, but the only thing that worries him is the pot sent by Bai Xiaolan.

He picked it up from the corner and swept the soil with his fingertips, the loose soil telling dryness. At this time, as a person who understands flowers, he must pour rain on it.

But Shen He's eyes projected a fierce cold light, like a sword that drove straight in, and in his domineering gaze, there was no contempt and ruthlessness, and in the end, he just hooked his lips and snorted coldly and left.

Xiaodeng is happy and wise at the beginning, how can she understand the sinister hearts of people. He, as a master, should clean up the ill-intentioned people for her, including the fortune tree with a mind.

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Although the Fortune Tree didn't know Shen He's inner thoughts, he could feel that he had been forgotten by this flower raiser, or maybe he was left out in the cold.

It can completely contact Jin Jun, but he doesn't want to ask anyone, not to mention that Jin Jun pinched a leaf from it when they first met, and it doesn't trust Jin Jun, who only has one side.

As a pot of mini green plants, his little spiritual power is not worth mentioning in front of the white lamp, and it can be ignored. It had long been tired of the immobile plant life, and it might be nice to die like this, but it couldn't let go of that stupid little succulent tree in its heart.

Thinking wildly only adds to its troubles, and it plunges headlong into the sea of knowledge to cultivate.

Looking at this vast sea of knowledge, its heart is desolate, this area of blue water has indeed expanded after the recent waste of sleep and food, but the speed is too slow, and the recent water source can not keep up, and it is gradually thinning.

Even cultivation can't raise the energy, and the fortune tree can only sigh with hope: Wait for death?