Every day I want to end the Alpha hair loss

After Le Wangjiang shouted, he disappeared first.

He was silent for a second, and silently turned his gaze back, not really wanting to see Jiang Feiyu's shyness.

One profile is enough.

He is sick

just want to see the face,

I have to tease people over

Did you dig yourself into it?

Le Wangjiang wanted to travel back and strangle the self who kept shouting to death.

And Jiang Feiyu's throat tightened when he heard his address at first, and the hand held by Le Wangjiang shrank suddenly, and tightly grasped Le Wangjiang who wanted to let go.

As soon as Le Wangjiang let go of his fingers, he was tightly held by him. Le Wangjiang moved a bit and found that there was no room for loosening, so he simply let him go.

He raised his hand to cover half of his face with one hand, and now he didn't want to see people very much.

But an old dog took his hand, tugged him gently, and motioned him to look over.

Le Wangjiang didn't want to look over.

He now personally understands what is called Feng Shui turns.

He really wanted to die by himself and brought himself to this point.

The sovereignty was directly transferred to Jiang Feiyu's hands, and the current Jiang Feiyu is the same as him just now.

And now he is the Jiang Feiyu just now.

It turns out that good and evil have their fruits in the end, and the way of heaven and reincarnation is true.

Le Wangjiang wanted to find a place to bury himself.

he really...

But Jiang Feiyu's mood reached its peak.

He even moved his chair calmly, moved to the side of Lewangjiang and said softly: "I want to listen to it again."

His tone was always indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything.

But this time, it was with seriousness and sincerity, like a boulder thrown into the shallow pond in Lewangjiang's heart.

But it was filled up in an instant, and all the water inside overflowed.

Half of Le Wangjiang's body was numb from these words.

He was a little bewildered.

Because this is not a love story, nor is it a rare thing to hear Jiang Feiyu say once in a century.

But it's just...

Just a little bit different.

Le Wangjiang didn't want to talk.

He really doesn't want to talk.

Just at this time, Song Solitaire came to him.

The last word of Fan Meng in front of him is "ugly", and Le Wangjiang said "I will think about it later", trying to cover Jiang Feiyu's side.

It's just that he found that his brain was blank, and he didn't know if it was because he really listened to songs very little, and he found that he seemed to be unable to catch up.

And Jiang Feiyu, who was next to him, saw that he was back in the game, so she didn't cling to this title anymore.

Although it's a pity that I can't hear it a second time, Jiang Feiyu is very content to hear Le Wangjiang say these three words in a sober state.

After all, there is a good saying.

One has two.

There are only zero and countless times for some things.

Jiang Feiyu loosened Le Wangjiang's hand, thinking casually that he could always make him call it a second time, a third time, or even let him return to this title.

In the end, Le Wangjiang still couldn't catch up with the lyrics.

He sighed, thinking that beauty deceives people and sincerity does not deceive me, he reached out and touched a card at random, regardless of whether it was the truth or a big risk.

Because he felt that the previous ones were quite normal and did not exceed his range.

However, Le Wangjiang forgot that he was the one who smoked five wolves in a row in the Werewolf Killing, and was checked by Huang Ya for five wolves in a row.

As soon as he opened it, everyone exclaimed that they were watching a good show, and even more daring people whistled.

Only Huang Ya and the others silently covered their faces.

It's time to come.

Their place is so lively that all the other classes that attracted them looked over.

A group of other students stood up and took the cards into their hands, and asked loudly: "Brother Le! Your sincere words are, describe what the person you like is like, if there is no one you like, then describe you ideal type!"

The reputation of Le Wangjiang's straight-A cancer is too loud in Fengman. When this question came up, almost everyone's ears pricked up.

Some people even think in their hearts that the answer is: no estrus, no temporary marking, no inhibitors, and no coaxing.

Although the person is straight a cancer, but this face is still very useful.

Many Omega pricked up their ears, wanting to hear what Le Wangjiang's ideal type is.

Le Wangjiang: "..."

As soon as this question came out, he completely struggled out of the emotion just now.

He gasped like a toothache: "Damn, I'm lucky."

A class of students who didn't know it yelled wildly: "Hurry up!"

"Brother Le, stop complaining about your luck and answer quickly!"

"Although I may know the answer, I still want to see Wang's glory again!"

"Rely on you, the second grader, get out of here."

Le Wangjiang got a headache from their quarrel, so he didn't want to answer this question, but before his hand touched the wine glass, he caught sight of Jiang Feiyu from the corner of his eye.

Jiang Feiyu sat quietly on the chair. Although there was so much noise around him, he was like an insulator, not participating in their excitement at all.

Jiang Feiyu will always be like this.

The hustle and bustle of this world seems to have nothing to do with him forever.

But he exists in this world, and he is not a walking dead.

Because only when he touches a person, his plain sight will make waves.

Le Wangjiang just took a look, and Jiang Feiyu naturally followed his gaze.

It was obvious that they had caused a headache, but the moment Jiang Feiyu looked over, Le Wangjiang felt his heart calm down again.

He thought that old dog Jiang Feiyu was really poisonous.

There is not only the poison that makes him dizzy and unable to distinguish between the south, the north, and the north, but also the poison that can soothe all his illnesses and suppress his impetuousness and other messy emotions.

For some reason, Le Wangjiang suddenly put down his hand.

He looked at the excited classmates and cleared his throat.

He leaned on the back of the chair with his other hand and Jiang Feiyu quietly clasped under it, his tone was always loose, like a joke, but with unprecedented seriousness: "The person I like...is very powerful, He has a very smart mind. He doesn’t like to laugh very much, but he actually smiles a lot in front of me.”

He said slowly: "He looks pretty good, and he's also quite strong. Oh, by the way, his eyelashes are really long, and they always attract my attention."

A group of other students were confused.

Someone had the guts to say something directly: "Brother Le, you can't make it up like this. You're not telling the truth."

"No, is this Brother Le's ideal type? It's different..."

"No."

Le Wangjiang raised his lips: "It's the one I like."

The air conditioner was not turned on in the night snack bar, and the door was left open.

The cold wind of early winter poured in, but it was not cold.

The store was full of Fengman high school seniors who came to visit from the city next door, and it was lively and noisy.

The vigor of the young man was squeezed in the cold wind, dissipating the coolness.

This age is the most noisy, as if there is endless energy.

Everyone at the other tables really ran out of money, so they pooled their money to buy two beers and sipped each of them to play wine table games. It was still very lively.

There are all kinds of noises in the store, such as those playing wine punches, those playing multiples of seven, and those visiting the three gardens, it is really noisy.

But no matter how noisy, Le Wangjiang's words still hit Jiang Feiyu's heart word by word.

It was hot and warm, and it made his heart beat faster.

Le Wangjiang doesn't like to be crooked in front of many people.

Not physically, but verbally.

He rarely said the word "like".

But because he sang that he liked it, he also said that he liked it now.

Jiang Feiyu clasped Le Wangjiang's hand loosely and tightly, then tightly and loosely, until Le Wangjiang clasped his hand firmly a little impatiently, and Jiang Feiyu stopped her small movements.

It's just that this early winter night is destined to be warm.

Because of their indulgence, when the bus returned in the afternoon, there were really dead bodies lying on the bus.

When Lao Zhu got into the car refreshed, he saw that the precious flowers he had raised had turned into withered flowers, sluggish, and fell asleep.

Even Le Wangjiang in the back seat fell on Jiang Feiyu's shoulder and closed his eyes.

Old Zhu laughed angrily.

But he was afraid that their schedule would change to American time because of staying up all night, and it would be difficult to switch back to school, so Lao Zhu used his mobile phone to connect to the TV screen on the bus and picked out a ghost movie to play.

Successfully awakened a few people who were half asleep.

But there are more dead bodies than dead bodies in ghost movies.

There was no reaction at all.

Jiang Feiyu looked at the grimace on the screen, and calmly raised her hand to cover Lewangjiang's ears before the protagonist in the movie called out.

His little move was caught by Lao Zhu, and Lao Zhu directly criticized him by name: "Jiang Feiyu! Why are you covering him! The rematch of the math competition is about to begin. Now he sleeps during the day and wakes up at night, and sleeps again during the next day !"

"Get up for me!"

Lao Zhu's words made sense, so a few others who loved learning struggled to open their eyes.

But Jiang Feiyu remained motionless.

Even Le Wangjiang frowned from the noise and squinted to look ahead.

As soon as Le Wangjiang opened his eyes, he was caught off guard by the bloody scene on the small screen. He paused for a moment before realizing that it was a ghost movie: "...Aren't you afraid?"

Jiang Feiyu paused for a moment: "Scared."

Without changing his face, he opened his mouth to speak coquettishly: "But for you, there is nothing unbearable."

Le Wangjiang: "..."

He snorted coldly, glanced at Jiang Feiyu faintly, and couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth in sarcasm: "Continue."

"Do you know? I saw four large characters on you." Le Wangjiang smiled slightly: "Keep an inch."

Jiang Feiyu didn't move her hands covering his ears, and wanted to struggle again, Lewangjiang said ruthlessly, "Do you think I'm a fool?"

Jiang Feiyu seemed to laugh lowly: "How did you find out?"

"...You have to wait for Tang Buping and the others to scare you before telling me that you are afraid." Le Wangjiang said indifferently: "Can your acting skills be worse?"

That's what he said, but in fact Le Wangjiang could also guess it.

This old dog did it on purpose.

If he really wants to act, he will definitely not find out.

After all, he had those thoughts about him when he was seven years old, but he never found out.

poisonous.

Le Wangjiang cursed in his heart.

Jiang Feiyu's fingertips stroked his hair. Le Wangjiang was covered with thorns all over his body, and there were only a few soft spots. All he could touch now was his hair: "Then you still cooperate with me?"

He used this excuse to hug and hold him in the haunted house, but he didn't say anything.

Le Wangjiang snorted, and muttered angrily, "Who made Dad your boyfriend?"

Isn't this just habitual?

The author has something to say: Why is there no one who wants to read the extras?_(:з”∠)_This text is estimated to be over in three to 10,000+, and the rest depends on the extras_(:з”∠)_

感谢在2021-04-0516:02:02~2021-04-0518:32:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: sleep1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 5 bottles for [-] cats;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!