100 Ways to Get the Male God - Chapter 590

[Chapter 590 Young Marshal of the Republic of China (41) End]

【Story 15】

【Feng Qing·Fanwai】

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—※After the tenth (Yuran) plane is over※—

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The young man slightly supported his fair chin, and lowered his eyes quietly and hidden in the air.

The space was distorted, and the girl’s figure gradually appeared.

Feng Qing raised his eyes slightly, his expression remained unchanged, but a pair of beautiful squinting eyes stopped on the girl.

“Can the soul of the adult be temporarily awakened?”

She seemed to be just asking casually.

The system did not answer.

The boy looked at her silently, seeing that the girl seemed stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows:

“You can wake up, but you don’t want to come back?”

The boy’s eyelashes trembled slightly in the air, and he lowered his eyes silently, his expression quiet.

How to explain it.

He was quiet for a long time before pursing his lips slightly.

The girl’s figure disappeared into the space again, and the boy held his forehead with one hand.

In the system’s slight nervousness and anxiety, his voice still could not hear the emotion:

“Looks like you’re angry.”

Is it angry.

The system did not respond, but Feng Qing was very clear.

He raised her by himself, and he knew that the little girl almost never showed her emotions, not to mention grievances, not to say tiredness.

She is always well-behaved and obedient. If she is suddenly silent and quiet like just now, it means that she is sad, or sad, or angry.

Angry……

The young man lowered his eyes slightly, and there was a slight daze in his quiet expression. He closed a pair of beautiful eyes, but his tone was so light that he almost murmured:

“……How to do it.”

a long time.

He opened his eyes and walked slowly.

The surrounding main god space slowly dissipated, and the scene in front of him began to become clear.

This is a familiar little plane.

He was standing in front of the door of a villa.

After a moment of silence, the slender young man gently pushed the door in, raised his eyes and looked into the house.

There was no one in the huge living room.

He pursed his lips and went upstairs along the revolving escalator, walking through an unfamiliar corridor.

He doesn’t come back here often, so looking at the layout here, it’s vaguely unfamiliar.

In this house, there are not many traces of people’s activities, and only a small part of the kitchen is used.

The used bowls have been washed and placed neatly in the cupboard, clean with tiny drops of water.

The garbage left over after eating was also cleaned up, and the garbage bags were placed in the corner, and they were taken away and thrown away when they went out the next day.

There is only one room at the end of the corridor.

But it was sorted into two.

Another room that was neatly tidy and unoccupied, just empty.

The teenager stood outside the empty room, stopped for a while, and then walked towards the end of the corridor.

He stopped at the door of the room and stood silently for a few seconds.

Then gently push the door open.

The room was huge, but the lights were on and not off. There was no one in the indoor living room, and when I turned to the living room and came to the inner room, I saw a little girl huddled on the big bed.

She frowned and fell asleep.

The clothes in the closet are neatly sized, the workbook is organized and placed in the corner of the table, and the pen is placed on it.

Closing her eyes, she seemed to be able to imagine how she would come back alone, cook the meals in silence, wash the dishes, pick up the trash, come back to the room to do her homework, then quietly put away the homework, take a shower, and climb on the bed cover. Put on the quilt and sleep with your eyes closed.

This process may always be quiet.

The boy stood quietly in front of the bed, his eyes stopped on the sleeping girl frowning.

He leaned over.

The slender, bright red lips fell gently like petals, and were printed on the girl’s fair forehead.

“Don’t hate me.”

he whispered.

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“I beg you.”