After saying that, he ran away, slipped into the house, and locked the door instantly, not giving him a chance to enter.
Then he ran to the window, stood in front of the window and looked out the door, peeked at his back as he got into the car, and started laughing.
"What are you looking at?" She stood behind her quietly.
His pulse skipped a beat, he turned around and stuck out his tongue: "Why are you walking so silently? You look like a ghost."
The warm and evil evil spirit glanced at her face with strange eyes.
Maimai felt uncomfortable under his scrutinizing eyes: "Why am I doing this?"
"There are lipstick marks on my face."
"Where? Where?" Maimai heard the words and quickly wiped it.
"Look in the mirror and see for yourself." After he finished speaking, he did not allow Maimai to go to the mirror. He pulled her wrist, pinched her chin and raised her head. Maimai thought he was kindly wiping it for her, so she kept obediently.
While raising his chin, he suddenly felt a cold sensation on his neck and immediately pushed him away.
"Don't move." Wenqing frowned slightly, and her eyes fell on the wound on her neck: "My friend has a special plaster, which is good for treating this and can remove scars as quickly as possible. It will be sent over tomorrow."
"There are a lot of good medicines there in the Holy Saint. They were all given to me. Don't bother your friends. I owe you a favor." Maimai pushed his hand away and looked out the window again. Alas, even the shadow of the car was gone.
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Walking so fast, is it true love?
On the question of whether it was true love, Shengsheng drove home alone, thinking about the same question as her, when Zunzun called her and said, "Today, Maimai asked me what I like about her, but I can't answer."
Zunzun smiled and laughed: "It's beautiful, feels good, tastes delicious, and has a graceful figure. Just looking at it makes me want to hold it in my arms. Is that all?"
Sheng Sheng also laughed: "You scum, get out of here!"
"Could what I said be false? Why don't you find some refutation?"
"How come I look exactly like you?" Sheng Sheng sighed, "But to be honest, I can't even think of what I like about her. Even if I list a few things, I can't list them all."
Zunzun gnawed on the apple: "What do you want to express, dear good friend? Do you want to tell me that you suddenly realized that your true love for Maimai is not true, but your true love for me?"
"Be careful if the apple chokes you to death!" Sheng Sheng said with a black face: "I just want to find out what I like about her, when did I start liking her, and what is it about her that attracts me."
For so many years, I have never thought about this issue. It seems that I have been put into a fixed vortex. In that vortex, the theme has already been set: he likes her.
No reason, no why!
"What are you thinking about so much? Haven't you liked Maimai since you were a child? From the first moment you saw her, you thought you were your daughter-in-law. When you didn't see her for those years, you thought about her every day. Let me tell you, you are like that.
This kind of mentality, what is it called? I think about it, oh, it is obsession. Donor, let go of your obsession and become a Buddha immediately. I am sent by Lord Buddha to save you... Dudu..." Zunzun said nothing.
Finished, there was a beep on the phone.
Shengsheng hung up the phone decisively and turned his gaze to the endoscope. Looking at himself in the mirror, the man who was able to communicate at one click had already sorted out his thoughts.
"Love itself is an obsession. Why should I waste my brain cells thinking about what I like about her?"