Chapter 1198 The Singer's Ex Boyfriend Is a Cat (90)

It was not good, it was another kind of happiness that he had never felt before.

[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability is sixty-five. 】

Bai Weiwei had a splitting headache, her breathing was heavy, and she seemed to have had a terrible nightmare.

It was rolled over by a crane, and it was still rolled back and forth.

The dream that was finally crushed disappeared, and I had another dream of being tied up.

He couldn't even turn over, and every time he struggled, he was restrained and had to stick to a stove.

She struggled to open her eyes, the unfamiliar ceiling.

Can't help but ask: "Why did I cross again?"

The system couldn't bear to look directly, "This is the male lead's home."

Bai Weiwei had already discovered that the arms she raised were terrifying hickeys.

Hickey...

Bai Weiwei was silent for a moment before asking, "How much favorability is there?"

System: "Sixty-five."

Bai Weiwei's voice was choked, "Selling yourself, you have such a degree of favorability."

System: "Selling meat is not a long-term plan. You need to be close to each other to quickly increase your favorability. Isn't this the golden rule?"

In fact, it has risen so much, which is already very good.

Bai Weiwei: "Why don't you buy stickers?"

System: "Last night you... four times."

Probably, after all, it is also guessing, because it is blocked.

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Then she nodded resignedly, "Fortunately you didn't buy it, otherwise I'd have to strangle you to death."

Four stickers, four hundred health.

A plane rewards 30 days of HP.

That is to say, 400 days is enough for her to pass through more than a dozen planes.

Not to mention selling the body, the soul can actually be sold and sold.

system:"……"

There is no lower limit to the host's explosiveness, it really knows too much.

Step by step, I watched the host from being reluctant to be cute at the first kiss, to the old driver who can now be pulled out by the soul for sale.

The system silently praised itself, under the day and night pollution of the host.

It hasn't gotten old, it's still that pure and lovely system.

Bai Weiwei looked for clothes from the ground and found that the clothes were gone.

But there was a set of clothes by the bed.

Bought this overnight?

Bai Weiwei picked it up and took a look, she was still too naive.

This is Ou Jinmo's own clothes.

White shirt, long black pants.

Wrapped in the sheets, she felt that Ou Jinmo's shamelessness was still beyond her estimation.

She had no choice but to wear a white shirt with extra sleeves.

Not to mention trousers, they can simply mop the floor.

Ou Jinmo's legs are well proportioned and very long.

It's just the legs.

Walking out of the room, I saw the sound of Zira Zira coming from the open kitchen.

She looked curiously.

Seeing a slender figure standing in the kitchen, he lowered his head and fry eggs seriously.

With slender white fingers, holding the spatula, he turned the egg over neatly.

Putting the egg on the plate, Ou Jinmo turned around as if he noticed someone.

He was slightly taken aback and saw Bai Weiwei wearing his clothes.

The wide blouse was tucked into her trousers, which were too long, and she rolled up to reveal her delicate ankles.

She had a messy ball head tied with her hands, and her hair was scattered under her ears, as fresh and beautiful as a pool of water.

She still seemed a little dazed.

It's like I don't know why and where I am.

Ou Jinmo was nervous, seeing the obvious marks on her neck, she couldn't help but move her Adam's apple.

Bai Weiwei like this is so fragile that people want to throw her down.

Ou Jinmo endured his animal nature as a man, and curled his lips into a gentle smile, "Weiwei, are you hungry, I made breakfast."