100 Ways to Get the Male God

"I am not good." His voice was steady, his pale face, his expression was innocent.

An indifferent apologize.

The girl hurriedly waved: "No, you don't have any bad places, I don't mean that."

She seriously added: "I understand all of your behavior at the time, really, all understand."

She said very seriously, so the teenager bends and smiles slightly, like a soft fit.

But he was a little confused.

A little pain.

The white fingertips want to lift up to support the forehead, and want to lower his head and bury his face in the palm of his hand, but there is no strength to lift it up, and the purple scorpion is always indifferent.

There are years of his involvement.

For her, it turned out to be a disaster.

The juvenile twilight is dull and clean, and the soft curvature of the lips always exists, but there is no temperature.

Yu Chu looked at him with some doubts.

The smile didn't reach the shackles, it was just a guest-like arc, but with the face and the gas field of the Lord God, the small dimples were still soft and charming, and they were vaguely fascinating.

The first time I talked openly about my childhood, she felt very relaxed. She smiled and continued to explain: "I don't want to go back because... In fact, the plane seems to be nothing special, I don't think about it. How do you live, and there is nothing you want to revisit when you go back."

Juvenile eyelashes trembled, looking at his fingertips, whispered: "Nothing special?"

Yu Chu thought about it carefully.

What is special?

I thought for a long while and there was no result. Except that was the plane in which she was born, the rest seemed to be nothing. She shook her head cautiously: "Is not..."

The Lord God looked at her flatly.

Yu Chu Wei Wei, feeling that in the beautiful eyes, there is something she does not know is broken, cold and ignorant, indifferent vaguely with grievances. It turned out to be a little like a child being thrown away by an adult. It seems that there are things that he attaches great importance to, and others are not worth mentioning.

But this fragile grievance is like an illusion. The Lord God has turned his face and his face is not shocked.

His hand clasped the wheelchair armrest, slightly biting a beautiful lip, and said: "I am sleepy."

He does not seem to want to continue this topic.

Yu Chu nodded and pushed the wheelchair to the bedroom. He suddenly remembered something in the middle: "Baby."

Hearing this title, the silent teenager was carrying it up, and the stunned twilight was slightly softened, and when he snorted, he looked at her coldly.

Yu Chu hesitated: "Speaking of the plane... Actually, there is something I want to discuss with you."

"What?" The Lord God squinted slightly, and the beautiful nephew stared at her without hesitation.

"That..." Yu Chu felt that this matter had to be said sooner or later, and simply spread it out. "The road is actually... I don't know why he tied the system, but he and us have no enmity. Can you send him back? ?"

The voice fell for a few seconds, and the Lord God just stared at her quietly, and there was no reaction on the delicate face.

After a while.

He tapped the handrail at his fingertips. "You think of that plane... I want to tell this to me?"

His voice has no strange emotions.

Yu Chu sighed his lower lip.

She is right, the road has nothing to do with them, but has helped her.

She is grateful to the Lord God who lost her, and of course I am grateful for not losing myself.

She nodded: "He was very good to me at the time, if not later..."

She suddenly stopped talking.