Bo Feng didn't find out.
Since Su Yan left, his mind has been full of that woman.
One moment angry, another more angry.
So cold.
The doctor told him to rest more.
But I didn't sleep for three hours.
It was all about the woman when I closed my eyes.
Damn it!
Su Yan takes a taxi.
There is not much ups and downs in the expression, but the eyes are always looking out of the window.
"Host, where are you going to sleep?"
"Go home."
"Which?"
"No. 8, Jinlin road."
As soon as Xiaohua listens to this address, she will return to the villa where she stayed with Bofeng.
"Eh? The host didn't mean to go back to the apartment? "
"I changed my mind."
Su Yan's tone was calm.
Floret
"... Women are really fickle."
With the little flower, I can't help but ask
"host, why do you say that the person behind the thin rain is Sangluo?"
"Yes?"
"You asked the challenger, Bo Yu, who was behind her. At last, you said for sure that it was sang Luo."
Suyan gradually has memories.
It was in the restaurant before it was said.
"Guess."
Floret
"··"
the excited flames are dying out gradually.
Sangluo, one of the nine main gods, is known as the perfect substitute for qianmianyiren.
How does she look like?
It's like a mirror of perfect reproduction.
Voice, movement, momentum, every frown and smile can achieve nearly 100%, no, more than 100%.
In the world of antiques, the most ironic thing is that fake is more like real than real.
This sentence can be used to describe her.
Her greatest achievement was that Zeng Yirong became a rich second generation who was spoiled and grown up by her parents. She spent days flirting with beautiful women to watch striptease. Three months later, she sent her parents' own children to prison. She inherited all the property of her parents and was spendthrift day by day.
When she became Lord God, the story was told for a long time.
Floret can't help but ask
"host... Are you likely to encounter it in the future?"
"Maybe."
"Floret has a problem."
"Ask"
"for tens of thousands of years before the host's life, she is not afraid to pretend to be the head of the LORD God
Little flower is curious.
After all, sang Luo claims to be more than 100% imitative.
If the rest of the gods think Sangluo is the first one, and the host doesn't like to explain, isn't it going to be over?
Su Yan lowered his head and looked at the wound on his hand, making a faint voice
"she can't beat me."
The little flower is silent.
No matter how you change it, you can't change it.
Sure enough, its host is the strongest.
Compared with Sang Luo, the imitation ability of thin rain seems too clumsy.
When we were talking together, we soon got home.
Back home, Su Yan cooked some noodles.
At noon today, I originally agreed with Bo Feng to have dinner.
As a result, he had a car accident and went to the hospital without eating.
After that, he was annoyed by the way that Bo Feng didn't care.
Although angry, but still hungry.
She put the picture on the table.
Eat noodles at the table.
In a moment.
She picked up her cell phone and called assistant Zhang.
He has a strange temper. So is the accident.
Why did you hit the pier of the bridge?
The most familiar thing about Bo Feng's daily life is to ask Xiao Zhang.