I Can See The Success Rate

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As soon as he remembered what happened last night, Bai Wu's face couldn't help but darken.

Black like a piece of charcoal.

Mu Yier bit her lip, her face full of worry, she said tremblingly: "Bai, Bai Wu, you, you, you don't have to be like this, so brave, I, I, I will not despise you, I, I, I The psychiatrist I know is really, really powerful, and should be able to cure your illness..."

Bai Wu: "..."

"Well, even if it's not cured, I-I won't dislike you! It's a big deal, it's a big deal, we will adopt a child together in the future..." Mu Yier hurriedly added.

Bai Wu: "..."

Can't bear it, no need to bear it anymore!

Bai Wu gritted his teeth, turned over, and directly pressed Mu Yier under him.

"Bai, Bai Wu...you, you...you..." Mu Yier clenched her fists tightly, bit her lip, her face panicked.

"Yi'er, can I do it? Can we try it now?"

After Bai Wu finished speaking, he didn't give Mu Yi'er a chance to speak, so he tightly sealed her lips.

After a night of self-cultivation, Bai Wu felt that he would have absolutely no problem if he had a "real combat drill" with Mu Yier.

Crab... Crab... Crab...

but!

Not waiting for Bai Wu's next move.

A "squeak" sounded.

The bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.

"Sister Mu, why haven't you woken up today...!!!!!!"

Di Qingqing's voice suddenly stopped.

one second.

two seconds.

Three seconds.

After three seconds.

"Yahahahah!"

"Yahahahah!"

The screams of Di Qingqing and Mu Yier sounded almost at the same time.

Mu Yier hurriedly pushed Bai Wu away, then got into the bed, and buried her head deeply in the bed, motionless.

Di Qingqing clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and stared at Bai Wu as if he was watching the murderer of his father.

"I! In! Outside! Outside! Wait! You!"

Di Qingqing moved his mouth towards Bai Wu, said a lip language, then turned around and quickly left the bedroom.

"What the hell is this!"

Bai Wu looked at Mu Yi'er, who had buried himself in the bedding, and then at the empty door, with black lines all over his face.

"Cough, Yier, I'll get up first and go make porridge for you!"

Bai Wu coughed awkwardly, put on his clothes, and quickly left the bedroom.

With a bang, the door closed.

The room suddenly became quiet.

After a while, Mu Yier drilled her head out of the quilt.

Looking at the closed door, his eyes were faint, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

A few seconds later, her delicate and beautiful face suddenly turned red again, and she hurriedly got into the bed again.

the other side.

downstairs.

Inside the living room.

Di Qingqing folded his arms and sat on the sofa, looking at Bai Wu coldly.

"Yo, isn't this Di Qingqing, early!" Bai Wu pretended to know nothing and greeted Di Qingqing.

"Oh, man!" Di Qingqing was indifferent.

Bai Wu: "..."

"Sure enough, men, none of them are good! Men, they are all animals who think with their lower bodies!" Di Qingqing stared at Bai Wu with disgust and disgust.

Bai Wu: "..."

"I'm really curious, what is going on in your head? Are they all beasts? Are you thinking about bullying Sister Mu all day?" Di Qingqing asked.

Bai Wu: "..."

"Oh, man!" Di Qingqing snorted coldly.

Bai Wu: "..."

With a firm face, Di Qingqing clenched his fists, facing Bai Wu, and said word by word, "Give it up! As long as I am here, you will never be able to hurt Sister Mu! I will not let you succeed!"

Bai Wu: "..."

"This girl, Di Qingqing, is completely hopeless!!!"

Looking at Di Qingqing with a determined face, Bai Wu couldn't help but sigh: "However, Di Qingqing, the girl's resistance to me seems to be getting smaller and smaller."

100%!

"This girl, Di Qingqing, what kind of feelings does she have towards me now?"

Bai Wu frowned slightly, and analyzed in his heart: "As the saying goes, it's been so long that love is born over time, this girl Di Qingqing, no matter what, should you have a little affection for me? Even if there is only one Just a little..."

100%!

"It shouldn't be love."

100%!

"50%?"

Bai Wu frowned slightly, "Habits and attachment?"

50%!

"Deformed attachment?"

100%!

"Deformed attachment..."

Bai Wu glanced at Di Qingqing and thoughtfully: "If things go on like this, Di Qingqing's deformed love for Mu Yi'er should gradually be replaced by a deformed attachment to me, right?"

100%!

...

Turn on the fire and cook the porridge.

Today's cooking is salted egg chicken porridge.

When the porridge was finished and she came out of the kitchen from room 5.8, Mu Yier had already come downstairs without knowing when.

Together with Di Qingqing, the two of them sat on the sofa again and again, each holding a mobile phone, on a 64-square-kilometer island, playing games of skydiving and crawling.

Bai Wu took a quick glance.

Those who are European emperors are still European emperors, and those who are African chiefs are still African chiefs.

Mu Yier is still fat.

Di Qingqing is still poor.

Shaking his head, Bai Wu walked back to the kitchen and served a bowl of hot porridge for both of them.

At this time, the phone suddenly vibrated.

Bai Wu took out his mobile phone and saw that it was another call from Che Yongkang.

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