Crying Bag Love Guide

Luo Shao couldn't remember the specific settings for Luomeng's appearance, but he knew that it must have been the softest, most cute and clean appearance.

But his own face...

Luo Shao was sure that his appearance was completely inconsistent with Luo Meng's settings.

Natural peach eyes, thick and delicate facial features, like a rose eroded to the bone. Luo Shao didn't like his own looks very much at first, too motherly.

Not as good as Luo Meng's lovely wind.

If he thought he had traveled through his novels, he was still living here with the identity of his character. Now Luo Shao felt that he might have fallen into a certain misunderstanding.

Why did Luo Meng's identity bring in his face? Why did he enter Luomeng's body, but he didn't have the memory of Luomeng?

Luo Shao thought of something in a daze, he quickly stripped off his shirt, fumbled and lowered his head, and he found a small mole on his chest.

It was a mole on his own body.

If he was just skeptical just now, then he can finally be sure—

He didn't wear the "Luomeng" in the novel, he wore the identity of "Luomeng", but the whole person came into this world.

And...

He thought of the sudden pain on his forehead in the car accident, and the bangs on his forehead took a serious look in the mirror, but he didn't find any scars.

The more Luo Shao thought about it, the more strange it became, and it seemed that there was a layer of mist in front of her eyes.

How did he come into this world? Is this world his original novel world? Is he now Luomeng or Luo Shao?

The more Luo Shao thought about it, the more headache he felt. He rubbed his head and found the bedroom, then fell directly on the bed and fell asleep.

At this moment, Fei Yu on the other side was hanging out with people in the nightclub.

The restless music around and the warm high drinks in the glass made people dizzy. Men and women indulged in the dance hall shaking their heads, Fei Yu looked at the delirious group of people, tilted their heads and leaned against the bar to drink.

The friend next to him who called him before, holding a glass of Polish distilled vodka, raised his arm and bumped Fei Yu: "Hey, I didn't say that you would really like that girl cannon?"

The 30-year-old man with a beard drank a sip, and his free left hand wiped off the alcohol on his beard at random, thinking of Luo Meng’s appearance that he had seen on TV: "He has a good face, that’s It's too **** to look at... or is it that you are being straightened now, and women like it too?"

Fei Yu drank the whiskey in his glass, turned his head to the man, and whispered: "Go away."

"Cut." Since college with Fei Yu, An Jingxuan, an old friend of many years, didn't eat his style. It is not a mere aura of Fei Yu. He shook his head and continued: "But ah, that girl should look very good. I'll cry." An Jingxuan thought for a while to let go of the screenwriter's peachy eyes, which are naturally blushing eyes, which should be very fun to play.

An Jingxuan thought of Luo Shao's face and couldn't help licking the corners of her mouth, "Fei Yu, have you ever kissed him? When kissing him, did Xiao Niang Pao have red eyes and pear flowers with rain?"

Fei Yu didn't say a word, and glanced at him coldly.

An Jingxuan is the senior he met in his freshman year, and the two have been in friendship for ten years. An Jingxuan is the name of Young Master Pian Pian, the body of the pig raising man. The name does not match the personality at all, and the speech does not cover the door, but it is sincere and direct.

So Fei Yuren poked in his heart to speculate about Luo Meng, but he didn't stop it.

And—

He listened to An Jingxuan's words, and he couldn't help but began to recall Xiao Crybao's face.

He thought of crying at the door of the crying bag this afternoon, when the crying bag’s eyes were dripping with tears, the other party’s eyes flying with the tail, the ruddy mouth with teardrops, and the soft voice of speech...

Fei Yu closed his eyes and slammed the goblet on the table with a "pop".

Raised his hand and pressed his temple.

In fact, he didn't know what was wrong with him.

Originally, I didn’t like Luo Meng at all, but today I got my mind and “disclosed” the relationship with Luo Meng in the meaning of Weibo.

And looking at Luo Meng's face, he couldn't help but want to bully.

Even the body will react.

Fei Yu thought of his physical condition in the afternoon, grabbed his hair irritably, picked up his coat from the stool next to him, stood up and prepared to leave.

As a result, as soon as he stood up straight, he suddenly rushed over to a beautiful young man in a blue and white shirt who looked in his early twenties. Reached out in front of Fei Yu.

An Jingxuan, who was next to him, saw the person's face clearly and shook his head and blew a whistle.

"Yeah, it's Mrs. Jane."

Jian An ignored him, staring straight at Fei Yu in front of him, with a pair of fox eyes still clasped with a shallow upward eyeliner, he put on a light makeup that was not obvious, and modified the original features of the peculiar to just right.

At this time, he looked at Fei Yu faintly, and his eyes were full of grievances: "Fei Yu, you haven't been here for a long time."

Fei Yu put the coat on his right hand on his left arm, raised his hand and squeezed Jian An’s face vigorously, forcing him to look up: "Miss me?"

Jian An said softly "Yes", and looked up at him obediently. A pair of fox eyes were facing Fei Yu obediently, and the starlight above his head shone in his eyes, like a mixture of two Wang Qingquan.

Jian An is the son of the owner of this bar. Fei Yu often comes here, and I met him a few times. He still remembered that when he came here for the first time, Jian An, who was learning to mix wine, deliberately spilled wine on his sleeve, then changed his coat by hand and asked his name.

Fei Yu has been in the circle for a long time. This kind of trick has been watched a lot. Although he would not go further, he would not refuse to show favor on the surface, but today he looked at the obedient and well-behaved youth in front of him, and The other side's artificially outlined eyeliner is full of another face with a flushed nose.

The peachy eyes raised in the crying bag were aggrieved and glamorous. He looked up and talked to him as if he was waiting for someone to kiss him, looking pure and ruthless.

Fei Yuman's mind was crying, and for a moment he forgot that he was holding another person's face.

When Jian An called out his name with confusion on his face, Fei Yu realized that he was thinking of Luo Meng and came up with a god, and a nameless evil fire suddenly appeared on his body.

Looking down at Jian An, he immediately felt a dull feeling. He stopped after the next two words, and the corners of his mouth that hadn't grinned quickly returned to his expressionless face.

He retracted his hand, put on his jacket coldly, and walked directly outside the store.

Jian An next to him didn't know how he suddenly changed his face. He forgot Fei Yu's preferences and rushed over to grab Fei Yu's sleeve, "Fei Yu, don't go." But Fei Yu is tall and strong, and of course Jian An can't pull it. Live him. For a while, he became more and more anxious, so that he could not hesitate to say: "Fei Yu, you can make it clear, is that kind of relationship between you and your Weibo official announcement?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, An Jingxuan, who was drinking next to him, stopped.

Jian An immediately realized that he had crossed the boundary, and it was too late if he wanted to withdraw his words.

Fei Yu didn't even turn around, and waved his arm away. Fei Yu likes to practice boxing, with great strength in his arms. With just a swing of his arms, Jian An was pushed back several steps and fell to the ground.

Before he could cry, he saw the man gloomily looking down at him, and then stretched out his hand to hit the place where he had just pulled.

Jian An's mind that was jealous just now because of Fei Yu and Luo Meng's Weibo official announcement was completely awake, and his face turned pale immediately.

"Hug, sorry, I didn't mean it."

Fei Yu most annoys others to control his schedule, and especially hates being pulled by others. Before he and Fei Yu climbed up to talk, the few people who always huddled with Fei Yu were all taken away for this reason.

He patted his clothes and stood up, ignoring An Jingxuan's arrogance when he first came over, and it disappeared for a moment, staring at Fei Yu's eyes with a pitiful smell.

The new bodyguard from a bar next to him didn't know Fei Yu. When he saw his little boss being pushed down, he rushed over with an electric baton and stabbed Fei Yu.

Before he got close, Fei Yu pulled his hair with one hand and slammed his head against the corner of the table.

The burly man who was still in uniform was hit with blood and blood. The nearly 1.9-meter figure was beaten with one hand by Fei Yu, not to mention venting his breath at Jian An, and grabbing Fei Yu's arm begging for mercy. The sound of his cry made everyone around him look over.

But the light in the bar was too dim, and Fei Yu was standing by the corridor again. They couldn't see Fei Yu's face out of the range of the light. I could only feel the gloomy and fierce aura, and a few people who came to have fun almost didn't get scared to urinate, and quickly got up and found a place far away from the battlefield.

Fei Yu waited until he had a good time before he let go of the man's head, clapped his hands and straightened his collar, then turned and left.

The bodyguard he let go curled up and fell to the ground, with his muscles crunchy like a weak chicken.

Jian An didn't care about the bodyguards on the ground, just opened his eyes and stared at Fei Yu's back, as if to engrave Fei Yu's figure in his heart. Obviously Wenxiu's looks, her expression was a bit paranoid, especially her eyes, dark with indescribable haze.

An Jingxuan followed Fei Yu forward, and as soon as he turned his head, he ran into Jian An's face that was too late to hide, and quickly retracted his gaze and turned his head.

He couldn't help but compare Jian An with Luo Meng in his head. He felt that it was a good idea. Although this Jian An is also beautiful...but it is delicate and beautiful, not very easy to control, beautiful and cute, and looks no offensive. Compared with the editor, as an insider, he feels that the latter is obviously better.

It's just that Fei Yu is too violent, I don't know if she will play Luo Meng's little girl to death.

An Jingxuan took two more sips while holding the wine bottle, smacking his lips thinking.

I just don't know what Fei Yu thinks.

——

The next morning, Luo Shao was awakened in a daze by the vibration of the mobile phone in his pocket.

He turned out the phone, and the caller's note was displayed on the screen—

Fei Yu.

Luo Shao's dizzy brain instantly became awake. He quickly glanced at the time on the phone, which clearly pointed to eight o'clock.

Luo Shao: "!!!"

The strong desire to survive reminded him immediately of Fei Yu's words yesterday afternoon:

[Tomorrow at eight o'clock in the morning, I will pick you up here, if you are not there by then—]

Luo Lao felt as if he had been drilled by a white arrow feather in his mind. He stirred up all his consciousness suddenly. He jumped up from the bed, got dressed and went into the bathroom at the fastest speed in his life to wash, and then rushed downstairs. Ran out the door.

I saw that Fei Yu was waiting outside, leaning on the sports car, with a dark face.

The man originally held his phone against his head, and when he heard his footsteps, he lazily raised his eyes and looked at him, "coming?"

"..." Luo Luo gave him a squint, almost lost his voice in shock, and then suffocated for a long time: "Uh huh."

Fei Yu watched Xiao Cry Bao approaching while shaking his body, his eyes widened, and he leaned down to get close to him, his nose almost touching the tip of Luo Luo's nose. He has less black eyes and more white eyes. Such eyes are inherently less comfortable and full of publicity and fierceness.

The deliberately widening of his eyes made him a little more innocent, but he was surly and vicious under his face, which made Luo Shao look even harder.

Fei Yu put the phone in front of Luo Luo's face with such a dark look, and opened his mouth exaggeratedly: "Wow, I'm late for eighteen minutes."

"..." Listening to his lustful tone, Luo Shao instantly felt a sense of wind and rain, and quickly explained: "I didn't mean to—"

But Fei Yu suddenly recovered his expressionless face and interrupted him in a cold voice, "What have you been doing these eighteen minutes?"

He raised his hand to support his chin, looked up and down at Luo Shao, pretending to be thinking seriously, and said to himself: "Eighteen minutes, wash your face and brush your teeth for five minutes, go to the bathroom for three minutes, change clothes for five minutes, and go out. One minute..." Finally, his gloomy eyes met Luo Lu again: "Four minutes are left."

Luo Shao stared at him, with the illusion of being stared at by a poisonous snake.

Fei Yu put on a simple and inquiring expression, lowered his upper body and tilted his head to look at him, his face almost reaching Luo Shao's mouth. Seeing that Luo Shao was afraid and didn't dare to move, he could only cautiously move his upper body back, and continued with a bit of teasing: "What is enough for you in four minutes?"

The heat in Fei Yu's breath was blowing on Luo Lu's face. He moved his neck uncomfortably, and finally couldn't help but back half a step back.

But Fei Yu stretched out his hand and pressed it back.

The strong and domineering aura on the man's body poured straight into Luo Shao's breath.

The scorching temperature instantly exploded the vines to the whole body.

Luo Shao immediately felt his body's reaction, but it was too late. He quickly raised his hand to support Fei Yu's chest, and tried his best to withdraw, but was easily clamped by the opponent with one hand and held both hands high.

Fei Yu raised his eyebrows and lowered his head, his eyes patrolling Luo Luo's body for two seconds, and finally stopped somewhere.

The voice was low and lazy, with a somewhat lazy interest: "Is four minutes enough for you...?"

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