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MTL - Reborn as a Good Child-Chapter 18 Not doing his obstacles
If he can save money from now on, he can wait for no time, just because he doesn't wait for him to squat, the south of the city has been cleaned up.
He thought in bed, or else I would like to borrow a little mother and big brother and big sister tomorrow. How much can I get? And, Mu Jingyuan can also lend him... or forget it, he still hasn’t thought about how to face it. For Mu Jingyuan, he will soon announce his marriage with his sister, and it is better to contact him as little as possible.
Bai Yihan spreads on the bed like a salted fish, closes his eyes, thinking about his last meeting with Mu Jingyuan. At that time, he wanted to understand that he had already deeply planted the roots of Mu Jing’s love, but at that time between them The relationship is so bad that it can't be broken any more, and he is too petted to know who he is. He wants to repair the relationship with Mu Jingyuan, wants to fight with Mu Jingyuan, and can't pull his face down to bow his head. A bad way, borrowing wine and mad, holding Mu Jingyuan’s neck and confessing: "There are two together, I like you very much."
He still remembers the tension of his heartbeat at that time, and he was very ridiculous. Because he grew up, Mu Jingyuan was so petting himself. He felt that Mu Jingyuan must also have a good impression on him. What was the reaction of Mu Jingyuan at the time?
He laughed and laughed at himself. Everything at that time, every expression of Mu Jingyuan, every sentence, he remembered clearly, Mu Jingyuan looked at him with a very disappointing look, using his unique low Like the cello, the tone said: "Bai Yihan, you really make me very disappointed, the feelings are not children's play, not for you to play, but also can not be used. M Oh, in his heart, he has no Can you save the medicine? Also, at the time, I think about it, I want to slap my hands, and Mu Jingyuan has been able to endure it without any hands. He is very rare.
At that time, I still kept a ridiculous arrogance, and my brain shy into anger: "Roll! You give me a roll! I will never want to see you again!"
Then what? Then Mu Jingyuan really left. He went abroad and went to a foreign branch. He never returned. As he said, he has never seen him again.
Think about it too. After all, he loves his sister. He is arrogant and dismantled his marriage. He runs to a self-recommended pillow with a man’s body and does not know how to be honest. As a straight man, he is afraid that he will vomit at the time. Right? No wonder he rushed out of the country and never returned.
Bai Yihan couldn't help but think that in the past, when Mu Jingyuan knew his death, how would it react? Is it sad? Is it happy? Still relieved?
Should it be relieved? If he knows that he is so badly dead, will he feel a bad breath? Will he still come back to his sister? Without their own obstacles, if they get married, they will be happy? With Mu Jingyuan, the family will definitely be able to make a comeback. It is true that the misfortune of the relatives is because of themselves, and when they die, everything will be fine.
I hope that is the case. He does not know that he is really returning to the past, or he has come to an identical parallel space. No matter what, he will not become a hindrance to Mu Jingyuan’s love road.
For Mu Jingyuan, for my sister, in this life, he must keep a distance from Mu Jingyuan. He can’t make any inappropriate actions, so that his sister and Mu Jingyuan can be difficult. It is better to move out to live alone. Will not affect his family.
He rolled over and squatted on the bed, thinking depressedly: Why should you be born again? Obviously, as long as he is gone, everything will be fine, and let him come back to do something? Just pick him up and not just fine? It’s so stupid, it’s useless to come back. It’s hard to think of a way to make money, but it’s not implemented. It’s really useless.
Hey? It’s annoying. He put his hands together and grabbed a soft hair into a chicken coop. He went to bed and went to sleep.