"Auntie, how much is your limited edition set?" Motata looked at the five Doraemon dolls who were about the same age as him, and said with longing.

"Oh~ little girl, ours is not a limited edition."

"Eh? That's??"

"Out of print."

"Okay." Mo Tata was ashamed.

"Our out-of-print collection of Doraemon was originally sold for 2 yuan, but now that your boyfriend is so handsome, I will give you 5000 yuan cheaper, how about 5000 yuan?" With peach blossoms in his eyes, he looked at An Canmo with a nympho, almost drooling.

I knew all the handsome guys in this world were a scourge! ! =+=

Mo Tata originally wanted to explain that An Canmo was not her boyfriend, but after a second thought, no, if he is not my boyfriend, then 5000 yuan would be lost~~!Ever since, Motata responded with a happy face, "Yes, yes, ah, auntie, why do you think you are so discerning, you are right, he is my boyfriend, he is my boyfriend Lah~ But Auntie, what you said made me sad, right? Such a handsome guy, is he only worth 5000 yuan?! Are you complimenting him or hurting him by saying that? With his worth, you see Do it." Motata's round black onyx eyes were full of naughtiness and naughtiness.

How did this girl associate An Canmo's worth with the five Doraemons? ? orz! =*=

"This girl is very slick, so what's the price, how much?"

"How about 5000 yuan?" Mo Tata stretched out his palm and shook it in front of the proprietress, with a rogue expression, he was really not afraid that the proprietress would sweep her out of the house immediately with a broom =*=

"Okay, okay." An Canmo beside him stroked his forehead helplessly, smiled softly, and said softly to the proprietress, "Auntie, it's only 5000 yuan, we bought it."

"Hey! An Canmo, I finally got a bargaining cell and you ruined it for me? Who am I to cry to? I~~,~~!"

"It's only fifteen thousand, as long as you like it." An Canmo said, walked to the cashier, took the card and swiped it.

"Ooo——~~~~(gt;_lt;)~~~~" Mo Tata almost raised his head to the sky and screamed.

An Canmo asked a few men to carry the doll to Motata's dormitory, and then the two left.

It is dusk.

The setting sun is like tears and blood torn apart, breaking through the barriers of the mountains in the distance, defeating the haze around the eyes, reflecting in everyone's pupils, reflecting in the bustling Miluo street market, rippling in her warm On the dimple, rippling on his thin and perfect side face.

Looking at such a scene, Mo Tata felt like the bloody aura when killing someone, and felt as cold as a blade.

Mo Tata suddenly thought of someone.

"I'm going, it's not that I forgot how to remember it again, the rhythm of death!" Mo Tata said irritably, looking at the scenery in front of him.

"What happened to you today?"

"Let me ask you, have you ever killed someone?" Motata suddenly asked seriously.

"Killed it." An Canmo said lightly.

"How many have you killed?"

"It's too many to count."

"My God. But you don't look like someone who killed someone. Look at your hands, so white, and then look at your face, so gentle and delicate, and look at your eyes, this gesture, This demeanor, no matter how you look at it, has nothing to do with murder..." Mo Tata played out his characteristic of fighting with words.

"You are such a fool. How do you say, do you think the word "bad man" is written on the face of a bad man?"

"will not."

"So I have to look murderous to be considered a killer?"

"It makes sense, but you are really a national treasure!" Mo Tata joked with crooked eyebrows.

"What's wrong? Do I have dark circles under my eyes?" ╭(╯^╰)╮An Canmo looked at Mo Tata suspiciously.

"Haha! You are so interesting, I mean, you are a mafia killer and have such a gentle personality, it is really rare, so you are a national treasure."

"So it's like this." An Canmo didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Where is Feng Yingchen, how many people have you killed?" Mo Tata didn't know why, but whenever Feng Yingchen killed people, he couldn't help but tremble.

"It's too many to count, but it's true that there are more than me."

"Do you think killing people is a game? Being in the underworld... is it fun? Seeing the blood splatter, isn't it fun?!" Mo Tata curled his lips dissatisfied.

"Are you... just because of this? Are you unhappy, Chen?"

"Forget it." Mo Tata waved his hand casually.

"You care about him?"

"No." Motata waved his hands in a panic, "How could he be what you think with such a bad temper? Although I have average looks and good taste, I have the right to be picky, okay?"

"Then why do you feel so disgusted when he kills people and treat me differently?"

"It's an indescribable feeling ==" Mo Tata said evasively.

"No wonder his."

"what?"

"Chen is such a person. If he has something in his heart, he will never say it, even if it rots in his stomach. Especially if he tells a woman, he won't say it. He has such a cold and forbearing character. After all, we grew up together, and I know that."

"Well, he is really a mysterious person~~" Mo Tata curled his lips, expressing helplessness.

"However, I can feel that he cares about you."

"Ah?!" Mo Tata shouted.

So Motata quickly thought about the consequences in his mind.

He is so proud.I am so cute.Together I'd be pissed off.

He is so domineering.I'm so cute.Together I'd be pissed off.

He is so handsome.I am so ordinary.Together I'd be pissed off.

He is so cruel.I am so kind.Together I'd be pissed off.

He is so rich.I'm not very poor either.Together we can piss people off. (⊙o⊙)...

All in all.It's too inappropriate for us to be together! ! ! ! !

But but but.An Canmo seems to just say that he seems to care about me =*=

Woohoo, I really think too much.Sorry =*=

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