Also known as: It's the Apocalypse, and Being a God of Mahjong Isn't Too Much to Ask, Is It?
The shadow of the apocalypse shrouds the land of Shenzhou, with crimson auroras, symbols o...
Why is his brain so clear!!!
Looking at Du Ying who was standing there in a daze, Jiang Che felt that her IQ seemed to be really not high.
Can she really do a good job as a bodyguard?
Jiang Che was a little skeptical.
In doubt, a message came to my mind.
parchment?
【Your turn】
What a coincidence.
"Leave."
"Where...where?"
Jiang Che sighed.
She really isn't smart, it's not as if.
He bent down slightly so that he could look at her at eye level, about ten centimeters away. His tone was helpless, but not impatient: "Go home."
The distance was quite close, and she could smell the scent of hormones on Mr. Jiang, and the tips of her ears unconsciously turned red.
Unfortunately, the Mr. Jiang in her heart has a selective sense of smell.
He just wants to smell the money.
Jiang Che went upstairs to start the game, and Lin Duying followed him foolishly, his brain CPU almost burning out.
She still couldn't understand Jiang Che's train of thought.
She described the matter as so serious, clearly a matter of life and death, but he didn't seem panicked at all.
and...
The tone in which he just told himself to go home...
So gentle, could it be that he likes me?
Because the person you like is yourself, so you are not worried?
Ah this.
Lin Duying followed behind, her mind wandering, and her usual queenly demeanor was completely shattered.
She inevitably had a certain thought:
Because I like myself, I survived in the end.
His love for himself helped him save his life in the crisis.
because...
For some reason, there's an indescribable romance.
......
However, Jiang Che led the way, not even looking back, and had no idea what Ms. Lin had imagined...
Even if you look back, you will probably just think she is not smart...
Return to the seventh floor.
Open the door.
Lin Duying regained consciousness and quickly refused: "Well, I'll be outside the door!"
Jiang Che looked confused: "I didn't mean to invite you in."
Close the door.
Outside the door.
Lin Duying's cheeks were so red that they were smoking.