The villain is dying, I'm really not your boyfriend

In that sentence, Lin Mu didn't deliberately imitate the girl's voice, but lowered it a bit, which sounded neutral.

Looking at such a calm Lin Mu, Jin Fan somehow felt that Lin Mu was a bit handsome.

There is a kind of let go of handsomeness about her.

Lin Mu got off the car and walked towards the residential building.It seemed that he was halfway there, and remembered that he wanted to say hello, so he turned his back to him and waved without looking back, which was regarded as saying goodbye.

Jin Fan looked into his eyes, smiled helplessly, and waved back.Although, he knew that the person couldn't see it.

Through the car window, he saw Lin Shu clumsily walking in with his skirt pressed down, and he suddenly felt that he seemed to have found a part of the real forest.

……

"In the mission world, is it possible to meet the same person?" Lin Mu asked the system.

But this question is beyond the scope of the system's knowledge, and the system can't answer it. It only speculates that the probability is very small.

Lin Mu also felt that the probability was very small.

So he doesn't really believe in his subconscious mind.

But no matter what, from that day on, there was a mysterious person in Lin Mu's live broadcast room, who swiped gifts every day and sat firmly at the top of the list.

In Jin Fan's circle, there are more people like Lin Mu.

Everyone who hangs out with this master knows how obsessed Jin Fan is with trees—he always brings them with him every time he goes out to play, almost holding them in his palm, and not allowing others to make fun of them.

They discussed quietly in private, the trees were not visible, and they didn't like to talk, so somehow they took advantage of Jin Fan.

Lin Mu's daily life is eating takeout, playing games live, and occasionally Jin Fan needs his cooperation, so he goes out to act in a play.

Except that women's clothing made Lin Shu a little numb.This kind of life almost makes Lin Mu feel enjoyable.

After getting along for a while, Lin Mu sincerely felt that Jin Fan was a talkative person.

Every time I just pretend to be in front of people, pinch his face and hug his waist, and say a few shameless words.After acting enough, I took his hand and staggered upstairs.

As soon as the door was closed, Lin Mu let go of Jin Fan's hand, skillfully supported the wall to change his shoes, took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his pleated skirt, and sat on the sofa to play games.

With so many people coming, the sofa has become his exclusive place.

A series of movements, that is called a clean and tidy appearance, without the reserved appearance just outside.

I have to say that Lin Mu is also very good at acting.

Jin Fan, who was in charge of closing the door, looked at his suddenly empty hands, sighed silently, and nicknamed Lin Mu "Xiaobailian, the playwright" in his heart.

"Little white lotus" is because the trees are so beautiful, pure and beautiful, but they can seduce people invisible. Jin Fan thinks that it can only be described by the peerless white lotus.

Lin Mu has a small face and is good at acting, so she is called "Little Bailian, a playwright".

Unknowingly, Lin Mu sat cross-legged on the sofa, gnawing sweet red grapes while logging into the game.

He was not careful. He didn't remember that there was nothing on the table at the beginning, and he didn't find that the things he ate last time appeared on the table again. If he didn't touch it, he never saw it again.

The scheduled alarm goes off.Lin Mu wiped his hands with a wet towel, and stood at the door, spontaneously waiting for Jin Fan.

Unexpectedly, today, Jin Fan didn't turn the car key in his hand.He looked at Lin Mu and spread his hands, and said, "The car was driven away by my subordinates to run some business. I'll take a taxi to take you back."

Lin Mu just opened the door and said, "It's okay, I can go back by myself."

Without making a sound, Jin Fan stretched out his hand and pushed the door that Lin Mu had just opened. The "click" sound showed the force with which the door was closed.

Lin Mu looked back puzzled, and saw Jin Fan unbuttoning a few shirt buttons, making the neat shirt loose, as if he had put it on casually after taking it off.

Jin Fan slightly parted his bright red lips, his eyelashes hung under his eyelids, and his expression had a deep meaning.

The lonely man and the widow live in the same room, what outsiders imagine is what Jin Fan wants.

Lin Mu understood very well, untied the belt on the skirt in twos and twos, and then tied it in a mess, making himself look like an afterthought.

Jin Fan was silent for two seconds, and suddenly looked at Lin Mu with complicated eyes, feeling powerless about to fall into self-doubt.

In fact, he just wanted to flirt with Lin Mu, but he didn't expect that Lin Mu was so furious that his skirt with a loose belt was about to fall off.

To be honest, it's not that he doesn't want to see the scenery under the skirt.

But it's definitely not in this form - no real intimate relationship has been established yet, and there is a risk of being seen by others.

Jin Fan stretched out his fingers and waved them in front of Lin Mu, indicating that these fingers would not do bad things.

Then, with his fingers, he carefully untied the belt that was messed up by Lin Shu, flattened the hem of Lin Shu's clothes, and fastened the belt again.

When Jin Fan adjusted the tightness, the belt inevitably strangled Lin Mu's lower back.

In an instant, the familiar sense of restraint brought Lin Mu back to the scene of Gu Lian standing in front of him, bowing his head, and tying a belt for him a long time ago.

Same action, same feeling.

Lin Mu looked at Jin Fan's black hair and blinked.

Probably because wearing a belt feels the same way.