Lu Yuanchuan covered his heart, as if he had been dug out of his heart, he looked at Mi He.

“…… How did your 37-degree mouth say such cold words? ”

Mi He: "? ”

She doesn't know much about the old terriers of human beings, and she only feels very wronged.

"You misunderstood me." Mi He tried to explain, but after thinking about it, he felt that Lu Yuanchuan was sick, and the explanation might not be useful.

However, while the explanation is not necessarily useful, the blister head is certainly useful.

She turned her head sideways and gently tugged on Wei Zhaolin's sleeve: "Zhaolin? ”

Wei Zhaolin lowered his eyes and looked at her: "Huh? ”

"Mr. Lu's brain is sick, and he needs to soak in water to get better, but he doesn't seem to be willing to soak himself, can you help him?"

Danger: "......"

He thought for a moment and asked, "Is it okay to take off his head and throw it in the water?" ”

The couple used the most peaceful expressions to say the most outrageous words, but one was calmer than the other.

Lu Yuanchuan: "......"

He panicked.

Reason told him that picking his head was not picking persimmons, and Wei Zhaolin would not really do this.

And he will not sin unto death!

He just wants to pursue true love, how did he get to the point where he is going to have his head removed?

Lu Yuanchuan thought of a bunch of things to comfort himself, but he was defeated by Wei Zhaolin's eyes when he looked at him.

The look didn't look like a living person at all, but like looking at an ant that could be strangled to death.

"It's going to be a bit of a hassle, though." Wei Zhaolin began to roll up his sleeves, "But if it's what you want, I'll ......"

"Wait, wait!" Lu Yuanchuan was afraid that danger was coming, so he really wanted to chop off his head and give Mi He wine, so he hurriedly took a few steps back, "You don't need to do it!" I'll do it myself! ”

With Mi He's way of thinking, it is difficult to directly understand the meaning of Wei Zhaolin's words, after all, picking off people's heads if they don't agree with each other is somewhat beyond the scope of Ω star people's cognition.

On their planet, it takes half a year to cry when you step on an ant to death.

Just when Mi He was still speculating about what Wei Zhaolin was picking in his words, Lu Yuanchuan had already plunged into the basin.

This pot is quite big, but the depth is not enough, and the head is plunged into it vertically, and the water just passed Lu Yuanchuan's nose, and a string of bubbles gurgled out.

Mi He: "? "Why did you suddenly soak yourself in?

I didn't understand it, and I was shocked.

But that didn't stop her from believing that it was a credit to Wei Zhaolin.

Mi He excitedly grabbed Wei Zhaolin's hand, his face was full of admiration, and there seemed to be a little star in his eyes: "Zhaolin, you are so amazing!" ”

Wei Zhaolin lowered his eyes, glanced at the hand held by Mi He, was silent for a moment, and then shook it back very calmly.

His palm was much bigger than Mi He's, just enough to wrap her hand in the palm of his hand.

Wei Zhaolin was quite satisfied, and his mood index rose by five points.

Lu Yuanchuan, who was holding his breath in the pestle basin of his head, choked hard, and the water ran into his nostrils and mouth.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......" survival instinct made Lu Yuanchuan subconsciously raise his head.

I don't know if it's an illusion, he feels that his brain seems to be really clear, and the fatigue after staying up late to play games last day is gone.

Of course, it is also possible that he was awakened purely by the water ice.

Now that it came out, Lu Yuanchuan didn't want to soak it back anymore.

Looking at the two 'thugs' who flirted in front of him and hooked up, Lu Yuanchuan endured a heart attack and said, "I feel that I have gotten better, can I not soak?" ”

Mi He stretched out the spiritual silk thread and probed into the basin, making sure that the spiritual power inside was absorbed before he breathed a sigh of relief.

I hope Lu Yuanchuan is still saved.

Wei Zhaolin kneaded the tips of Mi He's index finger and said casually: "Do you want to pester my wife in the future?" ”

"......" Lu Yuanchuan choked, to be honest, he couldn't figure out what was going on with him, it seemed that suddenly he had to be Mi He, wasn't he a character in the middle of thousands of flowers before???

But every time he thinks of Mi He, his heart is surging, it is also a fact, Lu Yuanchuan touched his heart, and felt that he still couldn't just give up, Mi He was his rare true love!

Lu Yuanchuan smiled embarrassedly and began to rub back secretly, and only after retreating two meters away from Wei Zhaolin did he say, "This ...... I still want it! ”

After saying that, he ran away, shouting at the top of his voice as he ran.

"Mi He, today's incident makes me like you more! Your single-mindedness and affection for Wei Zhaolin is what I have always longed for! The more you don't waver for me, the more worthy of my liking! I'm not going to give up—"

After saying the last word, Lu Yuanchuan had already run out of sight, and it could be seen how much oil was smeared on the soles of his feet.

Mi He was simply dumbfounded.

What is today's incident that makes him like her more?

This means that her mental power is not only useless, but also aggravates Lu Yuanchuan's condition?

Sunny, sunny, thunderbolt, thunderbolt!

As for what Lu Yuanchuan said whether he liked it or not, listening to Mi He's ears, it was basically about the same as the symptoms at the onset of the disease.

This is like holding the standard answer to a multiple-choice question in her hand, and the standard answer is written A, then Lu Yuanchuan will shout that the answer is B a hundred times, and she will only be this person's brain.

Mi He's stunned expression fell on Wei Zhaolin's eyes, looking like he was immersed in Lu Yuanchuan's words and couldn't come back to his senses.

He frowned, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his heart.

It's really just a little bit, and if it is put on a normal person, it may only be the level of 'the takeaway is two minutes late', but in Wei Zhaolin's body, this situation has almost never appeared.

His genes doomed him to be difficult to control emotionally, so this situation felt fresh to him, like the first time he shed tears inexplicably.

Mi He seemed to be able to really affect his mood.

Wei Zhaolin was silent for a while, then took out his mobile phone and called Dean Lu.

"Take care of your son, and next time, I will send him to a mental hospital for the rest of his life."

Wei Zhaolin hung up the phone, raised his hand and pinched the back of Mi He's neck: "Don't miss him, miss me, I'm better than him." ”

His fingertips were slightly hot, and Mi He was pinched to tremble for a moment, and his cheeks flushed.

"I know you're the best."

The other side.

After answering the phone, Dean Lu, who didn't have time to say a word, looked at his phone blankly, and it took a long time before he patted the table and stood up.

He was playing Go with Vice President Song, and when this slap went down, the chess pieces were shaken over several times.

"What about Lu Yuanchuan's stinky boy? What a! Can't he stop me for a day? ”

Vice President Song looked at the messy chessboard and said with a suspicious expression: "Lao Lu, should you look like you're going to lose and deliberately regret the chess?" ”

"......" Dean Lu was angry, "Am I that kind of person?" ”

Vice President Song recalled his chess game and affirmed, "You are." ”

Dean Lu: "......"

He wiped his face and said speechlessly: "Don't worry about chess yet, Lu Yuanchuan's rabbit cub may run to provoke Miss Mi again, you hurry up and think of a way for me!" ”

Vice President Song: "......"

He didn't understand.

Is it bad to be alive? Why does he, the eldest nephew, have to rush to find death? It's addictive, isn't it?