Compete with your crush on acting skills

Qin Fangyue was doing other things with his hands, and his ears were pricked up, as if with his ear strength, he would ignore the movement of the brain on his wrist.

The message was sent, but he didn't have enough confidence in his heart.

If it wasn't as he guessed, Ji Meng deliberately kept a distance from him for some special reasons, but because he felt that he was not a fellow traveler, and old friends would naturally alienate him. How about leaving a concern for him?

Only after Qin Fangyue became more concerned did he realize that the problems of looking forward and backward, and self-doubt cannot be overcome by trying to overcome them, no matter how decisive and confident you are usually.

It seemed that he had waited for a long time, but the electronic clock on the wall showed that only 2 minutes had passed, his brain vibrated slightly, and Qin Fangyue clicked on the message as quickly as possible.

"How can you get an inflammation? Is the medicine given to you useless? Quickly ask a colleague to help you deal with it."

At this time, Qin Fangyue replied with no hesitation: "I don't want my colleagues to help, it will affect my image in their hearts. I'll do it when I go home, but I can't see the wound."

After reading the sent message again, Qin Fang felt his teeth were sore, his ears were hot, and he had a long-lost urge to plunge his head into the ground.

If Wang Yinghao saw this message, he would ask "Your account has been hacked".If the members of the police force saw it, most of them would immediately study whether it was a code word and whether their captain was in a dangerous situation.

But the person who received this message was silent for less than 10 minutes before giving the answer Qin Fangyue expected.

"I'll help you tonight."

During off-duty hours, Zhang Cheng saw their boss walking out quickly. There was a large red mark behind his right ear, which spread to his neck, and there seemed to be blood.

"Captain, what's wrong with the back of your ears?" He was obviously fine during the meeting.

Qin Fangyue left behind a word, and kept walking, only the shadow of his back remained.

"What?" Zhang Cheng rubbed his ears, turned around and asked his teammates, "What is demand inflammation?"

In the parking lot, Qin Fangyue checked the results behind his ears with the help of the rearview mirror and the smart brain's camera. He felt that it was not red enough, so he rubbed it hard again dozens of times.

He pretended to be pitiful once full of loopholes, and that person would come to care about him without even questioning him.

If he continues to pretend to be rational and considerate, and stands quietly aside, accepting anything, the result is that he will drift away from the other party.

Then, whether it is the principle of self-reliance or self-improvement, secretly wanting to be stronger and better, whether it is the thought of being recognized by family members whom Ji Meng has never met, and who Ji Meng is sure of is of extraordinary status, and the shame and shame of playing tricks, they can all be thrown away.

The article teaching chasing people said to "follow what they like and meet their needs", but no matter how he thinks about the needs of the other party, it is in vain.Perhaps, what he should do is to let the other party know what he needs.

Maybe, Ji Meng needs what he needs.

As the old saying goes, a crying baby gets milk.As for men who can cry, do they also have something to eat?

Sending that message was a *masked keyword*, Qin Fangyue bet right, he got the permission to "cry".

Ji Meng gave it to him personally.

Ji Meng still didn't know what he did. Qin Fangyue said that the wound was inflamed, and he wouldn't even think about whether it was someone's brain that caused the problem. A superficial wound aggravated.

Qin Fangyue is only 27 years old, it's impossible for his body to go downhill now.The newly discovered path cannot slowly study the feasibility, but slowly plan it. Time is tight, so you have to try it as soon as possible.

Ji Meng became more and more urgent and called Uncle Lu again.

"Mengmeng, I just hung up and called again. Is there anything you didn't finish?" Uncle Lu spoke slowly, looking more and more like an old turtle monster, but Aunt Chang insisted that he was fat.

Ji Meng spoke quickly: "Uncle Lu, how did you raise them after you adopted Lu Yi Lu Er Lu San? What special experiences did they have, such as what they ate, what they did, where they went, what do you think about them now?" Help me think about it, can you think of anything else?"

"Ah, did you ask me the same question before? Well, yes." Uncle Lu asked, and then answered by himself. Ji Meng, who was on the signal side, seemed to see his head turning slowly.

"I was practicing in the trench, and I accidentally fell asleep. I slept for too long, and I was still a little dazed after two days. I can remember what I told you before, um, the first to pick up Lu Yi and the others was Bi Bi Immortal, and then Ji Xianchang agreed to me to raise, this is the most special. Wait for me to think about the rest, and I will make a list for you when I think about it. Don’t worry, Uncle Lu will remember.”

Ji Meng has no worries about her uncle, the problem is that he is in a hurry now.The possibility of Ji Xianchang and Bi Xianchang returning to this world is almost zero, he can't put his hope on it.

"Uncle, Uncle, you can do it, think about it again, give me some clues first, such as what did the two immortal elders do to Lu Yi and the others?"

"I didn't do anything. Their first meal in Baohui Mountain was the milk powder that Ji Xianchang took from me. At that time, they didn't seem to be able to open their spiritual apertures. Ji Xianchang is a nurturing guide for you. It’s just a love for ordinary small animals, no... oh, by the way, there was nothing on the mountain that could feed milk at that time, the milk ball made by Ji Xianchang. Remember? That little magic, I taught you, let the liquid float into Ball, one end can suck."

The image of Qin Fangyue, who is 1.8 meters nine, sucking the milk ball appeared in Ji Meng's mind, and she shivered.

It should not be, it should have nothing to do with the way of drinking milk.

"Uncle, one last question, what brand and ingredients is that box of milk powder?"

When Ji Meng went to Qin Fangyue's house, she carried two cans of milk powder.

Uncle Lu could barely remember the brand of milk powder back then, but the ingredients were powerless.But he used to be a housekeeper, and what he stocked was human milk powder. In human milk powder, kittens can drink either Shuhua milk or goat milk.Ji Meng found out the current name of the brand back then, and Ben Supermarket carefully selected two cans.

He has already thought of the reasons for persuading Qin Fangyue to drink: small wounds are prone to inflammation, it must be the reason for the weak immunity of the body, what was lacking when he was a child, he has to make up for it now, he is not at ease if he doesn't make up.

The milk ball cannot be seen by Qin Fangyue, he will secretly change it out, put it in the container and restore it to its original shape, and urge Qin Fangyue to drink milk every day.

While Ji Meng was planning all the way, Qin Fangyue was chopping ribs at home.He didn't use a cooking machine, he picked the ribs from the vegetable market, chopped and fried them himself.

In the pork rib stewing pot, Qin Fangyue asked the housekeeping robot: "What's the temperature I took when I got home today?"

The housekeeping robot is not very intelligent and doesn't know how to be humiliated, but it also used a three-second freeze to express its protest against the master asking him to tamper with the data.

"3...40 degrees."

"Forget it, 40 is too exaggerated, 39 degrees."

robot:……