Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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It was a day when the flowers were blooming, the birds and flowers were fragrant, and the youthful flying atmosphere filled the whole private school.

Xiaoyue and Ye Hao are arguing over one issue, and neither of them will let anyone.

In the end, Ye Hao won the Xiaoyue with a three-inch tongue. At that time, Xiaoyue said very angryly: "Ye Ye, you have the ability to win me forever, don't lose, but when you lose, I will laugh at you. !"

"If I have not lost one time, will you marry me?"

"you……"

"Look at how you look blushing, but I just mention it casually. Do you do it seriously?"

"Who is serious! You can say it again without losing it!"

......

When I was young, many people forgot, but Ye Hao always remembered it very clearly.

In fact, Xiaoyue also remembers. However, in her world, she feels that she and Ye Hao have a long distance from each other...

She is not worthy of him...

If she can have half of Ye Hao's cleverness, she may be more confident to chase her dreams.

Unfortunately, she didn't. If she was smart enough, she wouldn't have won him for so many years.

But this time she won, does it mean that she has lost more... the opportunity to stand by him.

Luo Dust seems to have seen some different emotions from their eye contact. The next second she smiled lightly: "I seem to have made a mistake."

It is probably because this smile is too fascinating, it is like a fairy who is cold and iceberg suddenly falls into the dust, the beauty is so heart-rending.

Luo dumped the dust and didn't bother to pay attention to those eyes. He just looked at Xiaoyue and said softly in her ear: "There is nothing impossible in this world. Maybe you think that this new champion is a wife because of his high vision. In fact, he already has one person in his heart."

Perhaps it has always been impossible for him.

Xiaoyue bowed his head and shed tears unconsciously.

She didn't know what she was thinking, she only knew that everything was over.

All the stubbornness is gone at this moment, leaving only the empty heart and the endless taste.

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Ye Hao returned to the palace in the evening, and the better drinking with the Fengdi is now late.

After coming out of the inn, he did not go to other places, but he raised a pair of feet. Obviously it was a long road, but he walked for three hours.

"You are not in the mood today." Above the high seat, Feng Qianche took a golden robe, and the eyebrows were as cold as ice. Even if he was a good friend, there was no slight emotion between his lines.

"If you go back to the holy, the minister is late." Ye Hao bit his lip and said: "Can there be wine?"

"Is this thing you are afraid of?" Feng Qianche was cold and sloppy, and his mouth was sketched with a cold smile: "There is a lot of wine, just look at the story of Ai Qing is not enough."

Feng Qianche seems to have jumped out of the worldly people, and he is like a **** in the cold, with an indifferent attitude, watching everything happening in the world.

Good or bleak, he doesn't care. What a bleak or heart-warming story, he will forget it afterwards, and there has never been a slight movement.

"The story is very long." Ye Hao slowly rested, laughing and laughing: "Before telling the story, there is a wonder to share with the Holy Appeal."

"Hejing."

“It turns out that one person can attract thousands of butterflies is true!”

"Dangdang--" only smelled the glass and landed, making a crisp sound.