It's time to marry someone from Earth

Lu Yuanchuan clutched his heart, as if in pain as if his heart had been dug out, he looked at Mi He.

"...how did your 37-degree mouth say such cold words?"

Mihe: "?"

She doesn't know much about the old stalks of human beings, so she just feels very wronged.

"You misunderstood me." Mi He tried to explain, but after thinking about it, he felt that Lu Yuanchuan was ill, and explanations might not be useful.

However, although the explanation may not be useful, the blistered head is definitely useful.

She turned her head to the side, gently tugged at Wei Zhaolin's sleeve: "Zhaolin?"

Wei Zhaolin looked down at her: "Huh?"

"Mr. Lu's brain is sick, he needs to soak in water to heal, but he doesn't seem to want to soak himself, can you help him?"

Wei Zhaolin: "..."

He thought for a moment and asked, "Is it okay to just take his head off and throw it into the water?"

The couple used the most peaceful expressions and said the most outrageous words, but one of them was calmer than the other.

Lu Yuanchuan: "..."

He panicked.

Reason told him that picking off the head is not picking persimmons, and Wei Zhaolin would not really do that.

And he is not guilty of death!
He just wanted to pursue true love, how did he get to the point where his head was about to be decapitated?
Lu Yuanchuan thought of a bunch of things to comfort himself, but they were all defeated by Wei Zhaolin's eyes on him.

Those eyes didn't seem to be looking at a living person at all, but like looking at an ant that could be strangled easily.

"Although it will be a little troublesome." Wei Zhaolin began to roll up his sleeves, "but if you wish, I..."

"Wait, wait!" Lu Yuanchuan was afraid that the danger was coming, and he really wanted to chop off his head to serve Mi He a drink, so he stepped back quickly, "You don't need to do it! I will do it myself!"

With Mihe's way of thinking, it is difficult to directly understand the meaning of Wei Zhaolin's words. After all, picking off people's heads if they disagree with each other is somewhat beyond the cognitive range of Ω people.

On their planet, if you trample an ant to death, you will cry for half a year.

Just when Mi He was still speculating about Wei Zhaolin and what the accusations in the words were, Lu Yuanchuan had already plunged into the basin.

The basin was quite big, but it wasn't deep enough. I plunged my head into it vertically, and the water just covered Lu Yuanchuan's nose, and a string of bubbles burst out.

Mihe: "?" Why did you suddenly soak in by yourself?
Do not understand, and greatly shocked.

But this did not prevent her from affirming that it was due to Wei Zhaolin.

Mi He excitedly grabbed Wei Zhaolin's hand, his face full of admiration, as if there were little stars in his eyes: "Zhaolin, you are so amazing!"

Wei Zhaolin lowered his eyes, glanced at the hand held by Mi He, was silent for a moment, and then shook it back very calmly.

His palm is much bigger than Mi He's, just enough to wrap her hand in his palm.

Wei Zhaolin was quite satisfied, and his mood index rose another five points.

Lu Yuanchuan, who was holding his head in the basin, choked hard, and the water went into his nostrils and mouth.

"Cough cough cough..." The survival instinct made Lu Yuanchuan raise his head subconsciously.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he felt that his mind seemed to be much clearer, and the fatigue after staying up late yesterday to play games was gone.

Of course, it is also possible that he was sobered up purely by the water.

Now that he came out, Lu Yuanchuan didn't want to go back.

Seeing the two 'thugs' flirting with each other in front of him, Lu Yuanchuan suppressed his heart attack and said, "I feel that I'm much better now, can I stop having sex?"

Mihe stretched out the spiritual silk thread and probed into the basin, and he was relieved after confirming that the spiritual power inside had been absorbed.

I hope Lu Yuanchuan can still be saved.

Wei Zhaolin kneaded Mi He's index finger, and said casually, "Will you still pester my wife?"

"..." Lu Yuanchuan choked for a moment. To be honest, he didn't know what was going on with him. It seemed that Mi He had to be his choice all of a sudden. Wasn't he a character who lived among thousands of flowers before? ? ?

But every time he thinks of Mihe, it is also true that his heart surges. Lu Yuanchuan touches his heart, feeling that he still can't just give up. Mihe is his rare true love!

With an awkward smile on his face, Lu Yuanchuan began to back away secretly, only two meters away from Wei Zhaolin before he said, "This... I still need it!"

After speaking, he ran away, shouting at the same time.

"Mihe, what happened today made me like you even more! Your single-mindedness and affection for Wei Zhaolin are what I have always wanted to have! The less you waver for me, the more worthy of my liking you are! I am I will never give up—"

After finishing the last word, Lu Yuanchuan had already run out of sight, which showed how much oil had been applied to the soles of his feet.

Mihe was stunned.

What is today's matter that made him like her even more?

This means that her mental power is not only useless, but also aggravated Lu Yuanchuan's condition?
a bolt from the blue!

As for whether he likes what Lu Yuanchuan said, in Mihe's ears, it is basically equivalent to the symptoms at the time of the onset.

It's like holding a standard answer to a multiple-choice question in her hand, and the standard answer is A, so even if Lu Yuanchuan shouts B a hundred times, she will only think that this person is out of his mind.

Mi He's stunned expression fell into Wei Zhaolin's eyes, as if he was immersed in Lu Yuanchuan's words and couldn't recover.

He frowned, and he couldn't stop feeling anxious.

It's really just a very, very small trace, and on a normal person, it's probably just the level of irritability of 'the delivery is 2 minutes late', but in Wei Zhaolin's body, this kind of situation almost never occurs.

It's in his genes that he can't be controlled by his emotions, so this situation feels fresh to him, like the first time he cried out of nowhere.

Mihe seems to really be able to affect his emotions.

Wei Zhaolin was silent for a while, then took out his mobile phone and called Dean Lu.

"Take care of your son. Next time, I'll send him to a mental hospital for the rest of his life."

Wei Zhaolin hung up the phone, then raised his hand and squeezed the back of Mi He's neck: "Don't miss him, miss me, I'm better than him."

His fingertips were a little hot, and Mi He shuddered for a moment when he was pinched, and his cheeks flushed.

"I know, you are the best."

the other side.

After answering the phone, Dean Lu, who didn't have time to say a word, looked at the phone blankly, and it took a long time before he patted the table and stood up.

He was playing Go with Vice President Song, but with this slap, several chess pieces were knocked over.

"Where's that brat Lu Yuanchuan? What a fool! Can't he let me rest for a day?"

Vice President Song looked at the messy chessboard, and said suspiciously: "Old Lu, don't you think you're going to lose and regret the game?"

"..." Dean Lu's anger froze, "Am I that kind of person?"

Vice President Song recalled his chess skills and said affirmatively, "You are."

Dean Lu: "..."

He wiped his face, and said speechlessly: "Leave the chess alone, that bastard Lu Yuanchuan may have gone to provoke Miss Mi again, you should quickly find a way for me!"

Vice President Song: "..."

He doesn't understand.

Is it not good to live?Why does his big nephew have to rush to court for death?Beating is addictive, right?