The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Love is indeed a magical thing.

On weekdays, Jackson, who said nothing and cherished his words like gold, actually said in the next ten minutes what he had discovered, the proprietress possessed, at least sixty advantages, and I was speechless.

To be honest, in addition to domineering and strong, I did not see the third advantage of the boss.

This may be the beauty in the eyes of the lover.

"She's so perfect." Jackson said intoxicated. Suddenly, he turned his head and asked me: "Don't you think?"

I was taken aback for a moment, then turned to a serious voice: "En. Yes, I totally agree with you."

My previous life experience tells me that for people of the Mensao type, you can follow as much as you can, and don't try to disobey. Once you irritate them, there will never be any good fruit.

In order to achieve sustainable development for my good life, I have to be ignorant of my conscience. I will recognize what he says.

Seeing that I agreed with him, Jackson thought that I had a similar aesthetic point of view to him, and instantly classified me as a creature like a bosom friend. Even the look in my eyes changed...

As a result, I had to signal to the passers-by: Well, I’m not gay, you don’t have to look at me with that kind of eyes. Hey, hey, especially you, that fox man, don’t think your eyes are so small. I can't feel the look in your eyes that despise me, believe it or not, I swollen your face and let you act as a'monkey race lei'!

Although I kept explaining to people around me that there is no impure male-male relationship with this man who looks like a hippo, but everything seems to be in vain. I can deeply feel the eyes of people around me. It shoots out from time to time, the very deep eyes and the lingering contempt.

Seeing that the explanation was in vain, I had to give up and continue my tongue, because Jackson looked at my eyes more ambiguously..

"That. Brother, can you not look at me like this." I shuddered and said, "It's very scary."

"Xiao Yi."

Jackson spoke suddenly, but his voice suddenly became gloomy and dull.

"?"

An exclamation point suddenly flew in my mind, what happened to him?

Although he didn't know what he was going to tell me, from the look of his expression, enactment would not be a good thing.

Sure enough, Jackson suddenly became resentful. He turned to me and said quietly: "Xiaoyi. You said, will she be married?"

puff.

I almost spit on his face.

Please. Use a little bit of your brain, is it okay to rely on the body of the lady boss. Will any man dare to marry her?

Oh, sorry, I forgot, you are going to marry her.

I silently apologized to him in my heart, and comforted: "Don't worry, the boss hasn't married yet."

"you sure?"

Jackson turned his head and asked, seeing his expression and tone of voice, he seemed to have serious distrust of me.

I wipe it, since you don’t trust me, just ask about wool!

I scolded in my heart, but I had to show a certain look on my face, nodding my head repeatedly, and said: "I'm sure, the lady boss is definitely not married."

"How did you know?"

Jackson asked me suspiciously.

Looking at his expression, he seemed to treat me as an imaginary enemy.

Immediately afterwards, he denied it again, and his tone suddenly became calm: "Oh, I forgot, her niece is your wife."

Suddenly, he became excited again, uneasy, and said to himself: "In this way, I will become Xiaoyi's uncle!"

"Hey, hey, the horoscope hasn't been written yet, so don't be so optimistic.

Although I do not object to Jackson being my uncle, I still feel a little awkward.

"Xiao Yi!"

Jackson's tone became serious again.

"what happened again?"

I am puzzled.

"You said." He looked a little worried: "Will there be many people like me who secretly adore her?"

puff!

I almost spewed out a mouthful of old blood.

I just regarded me as an imaginary enemy, and now I regard some imaginary people as imaginary enemies. Will you treat all men in the world as imaginary enemies later?

If he keeps on following this schedule, he will be able to treat all life forms on the Hefeng Continent, regardless of race, gender, life or death, as his imaginary enemy within a night..

No, as a brother, I am determined not to let such horrible things happen!

"So what, Jackson."

I whispered.

"Call Uncle."

"Uncle, ah!"

I spit in an uncomfortable spit, and said: "Don't think about it, the lady boss is not married, and no one pursues the lady boss, do you understand?"

"Ah. Ah, how did you know?"

Jackson's mind was short-circuited again.

"Her niece is my wife, why don't you say I don't know!"

Jackson listened, smiled, and nodded again and again like missing a string: "You are right, Xiaoyi, you are right."

Seeing that Jackson seemed to have something to say, I was afraid of his groaning expression and the lack of strings. I hurriedly said: "Well, since you are so longing and thinking about the lady boss, we might as well go into the cafe and stay for a while. It just so happens that you can ask her directly if you have any questions."

"is this okay?"

Jackson was ambiguous and hesitated.

"Go, go," I urged: "There are some things that you will understand only after you have asked them."

"Furthermore" I pushed him towards the cafe, and continued as I walked: "A lot of private questions, if you ask me, it's better to ask her directly, right?"

Jackson was pushed forward by me, a little confused, and asked me: "Privacy question?"

"Yes." I took his shoulders and said, "Private issues, such as her interests, hobbies, and what type of men she likes, etc., does Mi understand?"

Jackson first nodded faintly, then his elm head suddenly figured it out, slapped me on the back suddenly, and said excitedly: "You are right, why didn't I expect it!"

"Because you are stupid." I rubbed his sore back, grinning secretly.

The café at night is more lively than during the day. The difference is that during the day, the guests come here to taste the coffee that is unique to the entire Ai Ruicheng, while the guests at night are for free drinks. A glass of malt liquor can help relieve the stress and fatigue accumulated over the past day.

Compared with the busy maids and the customers who laugh loudly, the proprietress looks unusually quiet.

There was a smile on her face, but her expression was nostalgic and lonely, as if in front of her, it was not a strange drinker, but an old friend for many years, talking about not bragging but the joy of the past.

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