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He regards the other party as a friend, but Tianmiao elf only wants to be his father.

"You are too much."

The Sky Meow Elf speaks plausibly.

[System: As I said before, the deepest feeling in this world is family love, I am willing to...]

Wen Zhichu pursed her lips and looked at the face of Tianmeow Elf, and interrupted, "No need."

[System: Why are you being polite to me? 】

Wen Zhichu: ...

He didn't.

The Tianmeow Elf persevered, and said temptingly: [Don't think about it, there are a lot of benefits. 】

Wen Zhichu was taken aback, "Then can I go through the back door and become the number one in the province?"

[System: No. 】

Wen Zhichu: "Can you give me a lot of money?"

[System: ...It seems that I can't. 】

"Then what can you do?"

[System: I can give you priceless affection. 】

Wen Zhichu's face was numb, "Oh."

[System: What's your expression? 】

Wen Zhichu didn't answer him again but changed the subject, "Tianmeow Elf."

[System: Huh? 】

"Can I have some cash?"

[System: Why? 】

Wen Zhichu: "Pay off the debt."

In the end, Wen Zhichu exchanged two hundred yuan in cash, planning to sneak it into Qin Jiashu's locker when he went to school next week.

Qin Jiashu returned to the room, opened the drawer and took out a box of cigarettes, then put the certificate and medal with the second prize in it, and closed it.

Put the cigarette case on the table, and walked to the bathroom. The beautifully decorated door was closed, and the silence was replaced by the sound of water falling on the ground and the hoarse breathing of men.

This time, he stayed in the bathroom for nearly two hours before coming out. The sound of the water flow was turned off, and the ventilation device was turned on to drive away the smell of mutton in the air. Qin Jiashu came out wearing only a pair of pajama pants.

The hypocritical mask on his face no longer existed, and when he returned to his own territory, the low pressure on his body was completely revealed.

The muscular lines of the body are smooth and prominent, tight but not exaggerated, with a vigorous wildness, and the undried water drops from the hair are dripping on the floor and the expensive leather carpet.

He stepped forward to take the cigarette case on the table, and opened the French windows halfway.

Qin Jiashu's dark eyes stared at a treetop outside the window, and the evening wind blew past, rustling in the silent black night.

There is a billowing cloud of smoke in the mouth, lingering between the lips and then floating in the air.

He flicked some faint flames with his fingers, and under the gorgeous and perfect appearance was a hypocritical and vicious personality.

Gentleness and elegance are pretense, empathy is pretense, even affection for others is pretense.

He is selfish, hypocritical, and arrogant.

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