You tell me, he is like this, why should I be nice to him? "

Lin Fengqi's usually useful brain got stuck, and after a long time, it finally turned with difficulty: "But, he likes you."

Then Lin Fengqi saw Fang Huai's expression in just two seconds, like a roller coaster, from stupid to incredible, and finally to a face ashen as if he was going to vomit in the next second.

He seemed to have suffered a great humiliation, roaring: "You deliberately hate me, right? !"

Lin Fengqi hesitated for a moment, his mouth opened, but he didn't think of what to say.

Something in his brain was beating faintly, as if telling him to retreat quickly.

Fang Huai: "Tell me, is there anyone who likes someone by deliberately printing sixteen copies of the photo of the other person crying like an idiot and giving them as a birthday gift? ! Don't ask why there are sixteen copies, because that's my sixteenth birthday! Damn it! "

Amidst the resounding "damn it", Lin Fengqi's brain crashed.

He finally knew what was wrong, what was missing.

In all the events described by Fang Huai, none of them had anything to do with "love".

Instead, it was a basket of "hatred".

At that moment, Lin Fengqi seemed to see outer space.

Is it too late to let the R&D department develop an intelligent spaceship to leave the Milky Way?

It's really a fucked-up thing that humans have imagination.

The author has something to say:

It's okay, it's just social death, just get used to it, don't forget you still have a diary (pat Xiaolin on the shoulder

I came with a big fat chapter (for details