[Quick Transit] After flirting with the sickly boss

"How far is the progress of the strategy?" Luo He asked the system softly, holding the mobile phone and pretending to be returning to Fetion, "Can't you be smarter and have an internal conversation, so I can easily reveal my secrets."

The system whimpered and wiped away tears, "The Lord God didn't install this function for me, and besides, if I casually spy on your mind, I might make you mentally retarded. The progress of the strategy has reached 20.00%, congratulations, Sahua!"

"Why do you look unhappy at all?" And it's only 20.00%?

Luo He glanced at Jiang Huai holding his hand tightly, his side face was still very cold, without any tenderness of holding on to the person he likes, the inadvertent eyes cast over him were cold and scary, like a walking evil spirit.

Luo He wanted to use the system's strategy value as a reference, but as soon as the system reported it to him, he felt that there was a mistake.

In the bar, he obviously felt that Jiang Huai had been shaken by him, and now he can even take the initiative to make these intimate actions. According to his own calculation, it is 80.00% no matter what.

However, seeing Jiang Huai's expression and eyes now, Luo He was not sure again, and even felt that the 20.00% judged by the system was too high.

This seems to be a two percent progress!

Maybe Jiang Huai has this kind of personality who can be moved for a while, and he has to dig out the ice slowly, not in a hurry.

There is a sentence that Luo He always thinks is very good, although it is just a sentence whose source cannot be found on the Internet.

If the highest value of a person's emotional scale is one hundred, then it must be at least eighty to be considered a liking.

Luo He used to judge whether the person he likes has reached [-]% of his love for him based on his unreliable emotional radar and whether the object of his pursuit has confessed to him.

Now, it seems that the system's calculations are correct, and he can rely on the system's data to make a decision.

Once he is confirmed that the object of his pursuit likes him, he will withdraw his overwhelming love without hesitation.

He is sick.

An incurable disease that has been attacking since puberty.

Luo He clasped Jiang Huai's fingers tightly, and naturally got closer to him as he walked. He almost walked along the edge of the sidewalk, stepping on shadows under his feet.

"Jiang Huai, do you really not like that I like you?"

Jiang Huai responded in a low voice.

Luo He stepped on the wrong foot, staggered and almost fell, Jiang Huai had sharp eyes and quick hands, and pulled him over in an instant. Luo He took advantage of the situation and threw himself into Jiang Huai's arms, wrapping around Jiang Huai's strong waist with abdominal muscles.

As if grasping something, he smiled triumphantly at Jianghuai, showing a row of small white teeth.

"You also said you don't care about me."

Jiang Huai froze, but fortunately Luo He was tormented by him to cover up his greatly improved skills in just a few hours, and his expression didn't have any waves, only the flash of doting in his eyes revealed his true heart.

He took Luo He out of his arms, "Don't make trouble."

"Okay." Luo He compromised, stretched out the reddish hands held by Jiang Huai and looked at Jiang Huai eagerly, "Hold hands."

"You are not a child anymore, you should know that I have to respond to you because you like me."

Jiang Huai's tone was so calm that it seemed that Luo He had been completely immersed in ice water.

Luo He pitifully compared the length of a knuckle with his thumb and index finger, "Do you not like me at all?"