I don't know if the sound is very close to my ears.

It is deep and sandy, very magnetic.

Lou Luo didn’t know if it was the same young people.

Every word seems to be able to blend into the heart.

It's straightforward and there's no way to refuse.

It is difficult to lower the temperature in the car.

The feeling of lingeringness, when he picked her up horizontally, put her on the bed, leaned down to kiss her lightly, everything seemed like a dream that he didn't want to wake up.

Just this time, Lou Luo understood.

He didn't like her gifts about value with him.

Lou Luo was a little confused.

The next day, I asked my friends specifically.

Only one reply was received.

"Two possibilities: either too scheming or a car is a big deal. From an economics perspective, you can get more things with you if you keep going with you for a long time. If that's the case, such a boy is smart and calm, or he just likes you too much. People talk about feelings with you, but you talk about money with others. You are really... Wait a minute, he is not happy to talk about money with him?"

Lou Luo said "yes" and didn't say anything again.

Just communicate directly.

Send a message.

"I'm giving you a car, are you unhappy?"

The other side quickly replied: "Before you noticed its purpose, it's really a bit. Mr. Lou, you can't always keep me as a pet, I'm your boyfriend."

Lou Luo thought about it and wrote: "Is there anything else?"

"What else?" Bo Yin lay on the bed, stretched out with one hand, grabbed the faint sunlight that penetrated, and his eyebrows were twisted. Without her, the sunlight became even more disliked.

After Lou Luo signed a document with a pen, he had time to reply: "Other things you don't like."

"A lot." Bo Yin sent a voice over, deliberately lowering it, as if he was abandoned by his master: "You have dinner with other men and let me wait at home, but I'm not in the mood to sleep."

Lou Luodun made an action: "Business social engagements cannot be avoided."

As expected, this is the answer.

Bo Yin continued, his voice scattered: "Watch others play games, it's an hour to see."

This is indeed wrong. After knowing the silver-haired boy, she kept searching for the other party’s game videos.

I didn't think the game was anything, but since I learned about the person Z of Spades, every time I saw a boy fighting against three in the game, Lou Luo would always want to laugh inexplicably.

He is so handsome in playing games, but he also has the cuteness of a little tiger.

I don't know if it's her illusion.

"I'm still giving rewards in that person's live broadcast room." Bo Yin said this, his voice became even more careless: "It seems that she hasn't started broadcasting."

Lou Luo chuckled: "I really like to be jealous."

"Jealous? Hers? Not to mention it." Bo Yin said this, looking at the pillow placed in the living room, with a faint look in his eyes: "If you want a pillow in the future, I can take a photo and make it a pillow for you to hug."

Lou Luo listened to his words and had not spoken yet.

"Forget it, you'd better take a picture and make a pillow for me to hug." Bo Yin felt the increasingly intense light, and finally twisted his eyebrows, moved his position, and his voice was low: "You're not here, it's boring to sleep."

Lou Luo stopped his white fingers and said softly: "I'll go back early today."
Chapter completed!