I can't get enough to feed you

Nanako, carrying the packaged dessert in her hand, followed behind Aiko in small steps. She was dressed in a kimono, which attracted 90.00% of passers-by in the shopping mall to look back.

The little girl Aiko jumped into the elevator calmly and calmly, and pressed the top floor. Above the seventh floor of the shopping mall was the office area. After the last batch of shoppers got off the seventh floor, there were only Aiko and Nanako.

Nanako looked at Aiko, her eyes were as gentle as her appearance, feminine obedience, and when she looked at Aiko, her eyes were full of the brilliance of her mother's name.

Aiko is just like her voice, she opened her mouth to speak with an immature child's voice regardless of gender, today Aiko is not wearing their Japanese ethnic clothes, so people can't tell her nationality, her child's voice resounds in the elevator car, bringing Pointing to the coolness that children who do not belong to this age will have: "That person has a pair of distinctive eyes."

Nanako nodded: "Aiko, do you want to report this person to Master Meng?"

"He's a good man." Aiko turned her face sideways, her face was very white, unhealthy, but with a childish round face, which made her look harmless again, like a caricature The little loli who came out.

Nanako looked at such a lovely Nanako, and she felt that her heart had become so soft that she felt that the Aiko in front of her was just an ordinary and harmless little girl, a pitiful young girl in this world who needed her to protect of the living beings.

"Everything I do is based on your will." Nanako said, looking at Aiko respectfully and tenderly.

Aiko lowered her head, her lips were very red, perhaps because her complexion was too pale, her lips were almost bright red.

"But in this world...good people are always bullied by bad people."

Dessert shop.

After Ouyang asked the question, he moved away from Meng Xiaojiang, his eyes not letting go of the look on Meng Xiaojiang's face, and looked at this rich second-generation otaku who was actually unusual compared to ordinary people with a half-smile.

Meng Xiaojiang, the second generation rich otaku, has a turbulent heart, which can be called a thousand waves, with ups and downs, and his heart is already a group of grass mud horses running on the prairie.

But as a person, I have seen Qian Fan. Since I was a child, I have witnessed those non-human existences in the human world of the Great Thousand World with my eyes. Meng Xiaojiang insisted on keeping his expression unchanged and replied: "What are you talking about?"

Ouyang hooked his lips and smiled charmingly, and said slowly and pretendingly: "You and I are the same kind of people, don't be afraid."

Meng Xiaojiang was silent for a while, and the expression on his face became more and more complicated. Ouyang softened his voice: "Let's find a quiet place, and I will tell you something more."

Meng Xiaojiang sighed, and Ouyang felt that besides being rich and stupid, the newly recruited younger brother could add another advantage—a pair of yin and yang eyes.

I saw the little brother looking at him sincerely: "Read less online novels. Compared with the illusory world, we should face our real selves. Classmate Ouyang, you and I are really not the same kind of people. I don't like reading dragon novels." Aotian novel."

Ouyang's sincerity in accepting the younger brother was chilled to the core, his eyes widened in disbelief, and the eyeballs almost flew away from the sockets in the wind.

"That's how you miss me?" Ouyang said in surprise, and at the same time made a sad look, accusing Meng Xiaojiang of accusing him, "In your heart, am I such a person!"

The elementary school students on the opposite side had been caught off guard by the sudden transformation into the plot of the [-] o'clock dog-blood drama, and all of them looked at the handsome Ouyang inexplicably and heartbrokenly accused another handsome boy, Meng Xiaojiang.

Meng Xiaojiang sucked up the mango juice with drooping eyebrows and eyes, got up quickly and left, while shaking his head with a heavy face: "We are really not from the same world, student Ouyang, I am Two-dimensional, you are one-dimensional, I If you can't understand you, you can't understand me."

Ouyang watched Meng Xiaojiang leave, and wanted to catch up and shake his head, shaking the water in his head, so that he could speak human words.

But a dessert is expensive, nearly 30 yuan. Ouyang sat on the spot and finished his dessert, ignoring the curious questions from the pupils, calmly put down the clean glass bowl he had eaten, and took out a Zhang Weida wiped his mouth with a napkin, put his hands in his pockets and left the dessert shop.

On the way home, the more Ouyang thought about it, the more he felt that Meng Xiaojiang was just pretending. He didn't answer directly, but was covering up. Money can even provide a boost, and Ouyang feels that it is absolutely impossible for him to give up.

Meng Xiaojiang took a taxi and went home with a beating heart. The house was still sweltering, and when she entered the door, her grandmother was half lying on the sofa, watching TV with her legs crossed. Khan fanned old lady Meng.

Seeing her precious grandson coming home, Mrs. Meng enthusiastically ordered the nannies to prepare dinner for the young master.

When Meng Xiaojiang got out of the car and walked home for a short distance, his forehead was sweating from the 38-degree heat. He called grandma, and hurried upstairs to his room to turn on the air conditioner.

Entering his bedroom, Meng Xiaojiang turned on the air conditioner to 360 degrees, sat on the swivel chair in front of the computer desk, turned around [-] degrees with the chair, and the kimono girl, the little girl with bangs, and Ouyang rushed in In his mind, not only did he get goosebumps from the air-conditioning, but even his inner soul trembled, feeling that today's experience was beyond human experience.

Meng Xiaojiang calmed down in the sixteen-degree air-conditioning. The fear in her heart was intensifying. When it reached a peak, it began to decline automatically. The appearance of the kimono girl and the weird little girl was expelled from her mind. people.

It is really difficult for Ouyang to make people feel admiration and fear for him. After thinking about it, Meng Xiaojiang came to two conclusions.

One is, what Ouyang said is the truth, he is indeed the same as him, they are the kind of people who can see things that ordinary people can't see.

The second is that Ouyang suffered from secondary illness again.

The second kind of conclusion is not suitable for ordinary people. Meng Xiaojiang thought about it for a long time, and Ouyang smiled charmingly at the aloofness he treated elementary school students—this is really not something ordinary people can make. Patient, so it was difficult for him to rule out the possibility that Ouyang was just playing wrong.

Two possibilities swirled in Meng Xiaojiang's mind, making him hesitate, and finally his doubts turned into appetite. Meng Xiaojiang drank an extra bowl of porridge tonight, wiped his mouth, and under the caring eyes of the old lady Meng, Meng Xiaojiang Jiang ran back to the room without hesitation, he was so hot to death!

When Ouyang came home, his parents were not at home as usual, and his grandparents left the prepared dinner and went out to dance in the square.After dinner and cleaning the dishes, Ouyang went into his bedroom and closed the door at the same time, making sure that it was locked correctly. Ouyang took out his [-] yuan domestic smart phone, clicked on Meng Xiaojiang’s WeChat, and began to chat in the dialog box. I typed.