MTL - Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin-Chapter 121 Causality cycle, retribution unhappy (end)

No matter how much the Lord God contemplates, the contract will not come back.

The small **** stick Song Chunyang is very grateful to Chi Xiaochi, and even intends to go to the temple to find a longevity tablet, praying that I do n’t know which world Chi Xiaochi has a happy life.

On the contrary, Kouki's heart was dead.

Understand that Song Chunyang has been in his body these days, and the tower is still dead, asking Song Chunyang who woke up at the beginning after a high fever: "... Did you hear what I said?"

Song Chunyang took the quilt to cover the lower half of his face and smiled stupidly: "Heared. Hehe. Do you like me."

The tower was dark before his eyes, and his head was full of Chi Xiaochi you **** don't run.

Seeing that Loulou stopped talking, Song Chunyang called him: "loulou."

Fang Lou face sedated with red ears and red ground: "... what?"

Song Chunyang whispered, "In fact, I already knew you liked me."

... he has all his memories after his death.

In that complete darkness, the tower was his only light, warm, lasting, eternal.

The dungeon accompanying him who refused to leave was super handsome.

As for the Diaolou, he felt that he could now perform a folk stunt spontaneously igniting himself, and simply pretend to be dead.

Song Chunyang was never afraid of the cold and kept teasing the tower.

The experience of once dying did not change his temperament.

His anger, sorrow, and resentment should all dissipate with Yuan Benshan's death, and should not be left to torture himself, not to mention he has regained a stable and smooth life, as well as a tower.

He wanted to do his best to abandon all those gloomy pasts and leave only the best to those who deserve it.

Song Chunyang asked for a week of sick leave and leave. The illness came quickly and he went quickly, and he was almost raised within a few days.

And he also got the reward that Ji Xiaochi earned for him, the key to a new apartment.

The apartment was selected by him and the Diaolou. The area is not large. It has two bedrooms, two living rooms, one kitchen and one bathroom. It is not difficult to clean an area of ​​more than 100 square meters, which is enough for two people. The apartment allows cats and dogs, and is close to the hospital where Song Chunyang works.

When he returned the original house and moved into his new home with a bag, Diaolou planned to end the contract with the Lord God and leave his body.

On the day of departure, Song Chunyang asked the question, "loulou, will you come to me when you have a new body?"

The Diaolou was still a little bit grumpy, saying, "Don't come."

Song Chunyang: "What kind of cake do you want to eat the day you come?"

Diaolou: "... Matcha."

Song Chunyang frowned and said, "Well. Then I'll wait for you."

After a few minutes, he called again, "loulou."

However, no one responded to him, and the tower was gone.

Song Chunyang was stunned, and began cleaning, placing items, and humming Xiaoqu to the Internet to search which of the largest and softest double beds.

After about an hour, the doorbell rang.

Song Chunyang thought it was his new sofa, and jumped to open the door.

A cool-looking young man stood in front of his house with his hands on the wall, apparently running upstairs. There seemed to be a thousand words to say, but before he opened his mouth, his ears turned red.

He panted and wanted to speak, "I ..."

The narrow-eyed kitten flew up without saying a word, warm and practical embrace, completely smashing his manuscript for several days.

Diaolou reached out and locked Song Chunyang.

Song Chunyang pillowed his face on his shoulder.

Diaolou is the first time to fall in love, and it is the first time to hug a person like this.

He thought seriously, really heavy.

But he was reluctant to let go of his hand, greedily led people into the door, brought the door with his feet, and hugged him to the sofa, resting on his lap.

He said, "I'm here."

Song Chunyang's eyes were bright, and he curiously reached out to touch his lying silkworm: "Um."

The Diaolou said, "How do you know it's me?"

Song Chunyang: "I knew it at the first glance."

Speaking, Song Chunyang poked the corner of his lips with his fingertips: "I guess you look like this."

Diaolou tried to suppress the corners of his lips so that it didn't rise too much, so he said coldly, "Where is my cake?"

Song Chunyang rolled his eyes and patted his chest: "Here it is."

Diaolou still couldn't help laughing. After eating two bites of cake, the two crowded in front of the computer to pick up the bed. After the sand was sent, they assembled the sofa with the workers and had a good discussion.

In the years of getting along with each other, they have been friends for a long time, and they should run in, but now they must learn to be lovers from scratch.

For the moment, they are adapting well.

After returning to the hospital, Song Chunyang sought the consent of the Diaolou, and took his baked matcha tea biscuits to Gan's office in the memory, intending to express his gratitude.

But he walked the whole floor of the office building from the east to the west, and couldn't find Dr. Gan's office.

He grabbed a young doctor who went to the water room to receive water, and politely said, "Excuse me, in which room is Doctor Gan?"

"Which Doctor Gan?" The young doctor raised an eyebrow. "Are you looking for the wrong thing? We are neurosurgery."

Song Chunyang froze and confirmed the floor number: "He is neurosurgery, yes."

The young doctor said, "Then you are looking for the wrong thing. We don't have a doctor named Gan here."

Holding the biscuit, Song Chunyang was stagnant for a long time, and thanked the doctor staggerly before returning to his post.

He called the tower and talked about it.

At first, Diaolou thought he was joking, but after hearing Song Chunyang's anxious excuse that "it's true, he's really gone", he realized that something was wrong and called Gan Tang's phone according to his memory.

When Chi Xiaochi was still there, the four of them had each other's phone number to contact.

Mobile reminder Diaolou, the number he wants to contact is an empty number.

Diaolou held the phone and thought a lot.

He was thinking about the two brothers and sisters' extraordinary obsession and concern for "Song Chunyang", the story of the clown fish, the two kisses of the night, and the care they gave to Chi Koike in the fire field and the clown. And Gan Tang's abnormal response after the injury.

He thought he seemed to have made a mistake.

If both brother and sister are the "six teachers" that Chi Xiaochi is thinking about, everything will make sense ...

...

He makes sense!

A good person is divided into two, and also divided into a man and a woman, what is the mentality? !!

Thanks to my own fear and fear at that time, I couldn't even sleep well!

Song Chunyang accepted this reality very well. After a while, he put the issue of standing upright on the agenda, but added the names of Gan Wei and Gan Tang.

They agreed to go to the temple with the most incense in the vicinity on a rest day. According to the survey by Song Chunyang, the aura here was also the most powerful.

The night before, they took a bath together, and they were a little warm when washing and washing, but considering that they had to do serious business the next day, they just hugged each other for a while and fell asleep hugging each other.

In the early morning of the next day, Diaolou got up early and fried bread with hot milk. Song Chunyang was still sleeping.

Wipe the jam, bring the milk to the table, and the towerhouse wiped his hands and went into the bedroom: "Get up."

The big dumplings on the bed moved, half of his face protruded, and he was stunned.

Diaolou: "..."

He brought in the milk and bread for the two of them and put them on the bedside table. After the two had eaten, Diaolou packed up the chopsticks and waited for him to return to the room. However, he found that Song Chunyang slipped into the quilt.

Helpless, he unbuttoned his pajamas and urged him: "Get up."

Song Chunyang opened his amber eyes and looked at him secretly.

When he met his eyes, Song Chunyang closed his eyes.

Diaolou took a small breath and turned to take off his pajamas and pants, but couldn't help looking back at him.

At this glance, Song Chunyang was peeking with the lake's blue eyes open.

Diaolou couldn't help it, he quickly drew the curtains open again, picked up the disobedient squinting kitten, and dragged it into the quilt.

Song Chunyang sullenly: "Aren't you going today?"

Diaolou fiercely said: "Push back one day."

Song Chunyang did the calculations and confirmed that the Huangli had been praying for the past two days. Then he rested his arms around the neck of the tower, opened his mouth, and bit it up gently.

...

After this mission, Chi Xiaochi took a half-month vacation.

When returning to the snow-white space, after a few months, he finally heard the voice of 061.

061 asked him: "Are you going back to Zhizilou?"

Chi Xiaochi shook his head, moved a bed from the warehouse, lay down on the spot, and prepared himself a set of particularly comfortable bedding.

He squeezed in a warm and dry quilt, closed his eyes, and said, "Six teachers, read me a fairy tale."

...... If you go out, 061's ability is limited again, you will not hear him again.

061 understood the hint of Chi Koike.

He wanted to tell him the story of the clownfish looking for his hometown, but he couldn't say a word when the matter came.

It is also the role of the security system.

He is a system, all thoughts will form corresponding data, and the confidential system restricts his subjective wishes. As long as he is monitored for leaking wishes, his language system will be automatically closed.

061 tried many times, after all, was powerless, turned over a fairy tale from the database, and told the story of the mermaid to Chi Xiaochi.

Chi Xiaochi didn't say anything, he listened to whatever 061 said.

About halfway, Chi Xiaochi fell asleep and lay there quietly, without turning over, looking at people like and distressed.

061 will become the body, as usual, white clothes and black pants.

He sat next to the bed of Chi Xiaochi, rubbing a little mole on the edge of his eyebrow with his fingertips, and wanted to kiss him, but was afraid to wake the shallow person.

He knew that according to the role of the security system, once Chi Xiaochi woke up, his imaging ability would disappear and he would automatically return to Chi Xiaochi, so he wanted to take this rare opportunity to accompany him for a little longer.

061 leaned carefully, tapped his lips with his fingertips, and put his fingers against his lips, and kissed tenderly.

After a long while, his ears were a little red, and he got up and returned to the main **** space.

When he peeled the mangosteen in the room, he happened to pass by his window.

009 When I saw mangosteen, I was stunned, but he was not the kind of person who just opened his mouth and managed to eat, while he remembered that he would go to buy a bag and come back at the same time, knocked on the door, and probed his head in: "061 Brother, I haven't seen you for a long time. "

061 bowed his head carefully while washing the mangosteen, with a smile on his lips: "Well, I've been busy lately."

009 Yan said: "What a big mangosteen."

061 took a transparent glass bowl filled with small crescent-shaped mangosteen, and gave the remaining part to 009: "I picked it in the store for more than ten minutes. The best one is the best. If you want to buy it again, you may buy it. Not so good. Take these. "

After all, he held the glass bowl and walked towards the transfer point.

009 called him: "You are so anxious, this is going to leave?"

061 turned back: "Well, hurry."

After leaving Jixiaochi for a while, he was not very secure and had to rush back.

Besides, he still has a lot to do.

In the early morning, Chi Xiaochi woke up, lying on the bed with pillows to wake up, and looked up, and found that the transmission space was evenly arranged, completely like a home, and the pale white walls around it were pasted with light gray wallpaper. There are beds and a few, and even a kitchenette, a bathroom, a bowl of peeled mangosteen on the bedside table, and fresh and tender fruits seeping water, which is very tempting.

Are these all arranged by 061 when he sleeps?

He didn't hear anything?

Chi Xiaochi was lying on his side, looking around the room for a moment, then retracted his eyes, closed his eyes, and reached out and held his heart.

Since Brother Lou left, there has been no sense of tranquility and happiness for a long time, so that Chi Xiaochi is a little strange to this feeling.

While he was rubbing his heart, he heard 061 in his body calling him: "Koike."

"……Ok?"

"Koike." The voice was soft and ridiculous.

"Ok."

061 explained with a smile: "I haven't called your name for a long time. I want to call more."

After explaining, he called him again: "Koike."

Chi Xiaochi stretched a lazy waist, tightened the quilt lazily, and twisted his thin side waist into a very seductive curve, responding obediently: "Yes."