Perfect Match

Dai Xiao gave a thumbs up.

Zheng Feiyu hasn't played a game in the past 30 years. He fiddled with the handle a few times and asked He An: "Will you?"

He An nodded: "Looking at them for a while, probably a little."

Zheng Feiyu: "Do you want to play?"

He An: "Yes."

The two reopened the level where Cheng Xiu was killed and continued to play, and in the attention ceremony of Dai Xiao and Cheng Xiu's gloating, they went all the way, as if they were breaking the bamboo, and closing the Samsung.

And there was no dialogue throughout.

Cheng Xiu was shocked and stared at the two characters who were running around on the TV and cooperated perfectly, saying that they were extremely puzzled: "Why don't they communicate?"

And we growled like killing 10,000 geese at the same time? !!

Dai Xiao supported his cheek and thought seriously: "Now I kind of believe that they are the best match ... this kind of tacit understanding, I only watched a pair of twin anchors played."

"But they are not already ..." Cheng Xiu pointed to the back of his neck.

Dai Xiao reluctantly looked at him: "Did you all go to sleep in your Beta physiology class? Pheromone fit is one of the most important external expressions of gene fit, and transsexual glands do not change genes."

Cheng Xiu snorted coldly: "Then we don't have a good fit, are we going to burn the kitchen forever?"

"Qin can make up for poorness, Qin can make up for poorness." Dai Xiao comforted him, "I usually practice more, and if I hit the Grand Canal, I can still play."

When it was night, more people gathered in the living room, and the TV changed its role, and began to play some light entertainment news.

As usual, Suzuran was her little postman, carrying a basket of toffees, and sending candy to her brothers and sisters one by one. They also had a unique sense of ceremony, and each had to be put into the palm of the hand. On the review page of Qingguo Inn, many five-star reviews were directed at her.

He Anwo was in the corner of the sofa, his blankets covered his knees, and he read the book quietly. Zheng Feiyu stayed beside him, with the sofa back in one hand and coffee in the other, and circled He An with no trace of his body, forming a "don't disturb others" area.

The spacer on the back of the neck was stuck for a long time, and it was a little itchy, and he scratched it subconsciously.

He An noticed, and said, "Tear it off if you feel bad."

Zheng Feiyi said for a moment: "It's okay, just go back to take a bath, and just pour some talcum powder."

"I'm not that vulnerable." He An explained.

"I know, but it's better to let me do something like resist pheromone." Zheng Feiyu smiled at him slightly, said Wen Sheng.

The little postman delivered the toffee, took the basket to find He An's report, and hummed to crawl on his leg. He An opened the blanket and was about to hold it. Zheng Feiyu bent down and took it, and took her into He An's arms.

The last sugar left in the basket, Zheng Feiyu picked it up, peeled off the sugar paper, and quietly put it in his mouth.

Very sweet.

On the TV screen, the handsome man and the pretty woman walked by. As soon as He An looked up with Lily of the Valley, he saw the face he had just faced in the afternoon—Xie Ai was dressed in a costume and a costume floating, and was signing the fans who came to visit the class.

Omega in the camera seems to have changed a soul, approachable, polite, always smiling with a proper smile on her lips, and even her voice is different from the afternoon, a minute or two from the cold, without being too enthusiastic, wonderfully Holding the balance between the two.

The gentleman is upright and admiring.

Such a thank you, where can you see a little hysterical mania?

The reporter interviewed Xie's fans. The girl held a bottle of mineral water tightly, and her cheeks became red with excitement. The filming is very tired, I haven't taken a break yet, and have been communicating with us. Everyone gave us a bottle of water and told us to be safe on the way back, so don't say that he is high, he is really warm!

"Then ... Then, I want to say, as a platform, I sincerely ask everyone to support" The Immortal in the Mirror "and to support our uncle Xianyu Xianjun!"

He bowed deeply towards the camera.

The news was short, and the protagonist changed in a rush of tens of seconds. He An teased Lily of the Valley, but thought in his heart that it is not easy for a person to understand himself. Is n’t it exhausted to have two faces before and after? What's more, playing a person with a very different personality is like being covered with a gorgeous painting skin. No matter how much you earn, you should always understand that this love does not belong to you.

What exactly does Xie Yan pursue?

He An vaguely knew the answer, but could not agree.

After that meeting, He An had some anxiety in his heart, afraid that Xie Yi would do some small moves in the back. He was not worried about himself, only the child, so he kept Lily of the Valley under his eyes wherever he went. But for a few days, the inn was calm and calm, and he slowly forgot Xie Ye.

That night, a group of young people gathered in the living room, interested in playing werewolf killing. Cheng Xiu wasn't interested. He dragged Dai Xiao back to the house to fight the "breakup kitchen", and He An remained in the living room to serve as a judge for them.

Zheng Feiyu accompanied him for a while, and his neck was itchy midway, so he took a short vacation and went to take a bath and add dumpling powder.