One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

"You really don't know them?"

Mu Dongling walked some distance away and asked Ling Qiong again.

The two girls didn't look like they didn't know her.

"Your little fan girl." Ling Qiong leaned on his chest, puffing her cheeks: "Stop me there and don't let me go."

"I don't know them." He had no memory of those two girls at all.

After a pause, Mu Dongling came to his senses: "Are you using me?"

"No, my feet are really worn out, didn't you see that just now?" Ling Qiong didn't feel guilty at all, "I really hurt, I can't walk."

Mu Dongling: "..."

Ling Qiong quickly put her arms around his neck, "Brother, don't throw me down."

Mu Dongling didn't intend to throw her down, so he gave her a white look, "Why are they stopping you?"

"Be jealous of me."

"What are you jealous of?"

"I'm jealous of being hugged by my brother."

"..."

Mu Dongling knew that Ling Qiong was talking nonsense, but he glanced at her out of the corner of the eye and found that she was smiling brightly, as if she was really happy to be hugged by him.

Mu Dongling pursed the corners of his lower lips, suppressing the emotions that kept pouring out.

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Mu Dongling carried her to the lounge, asked someone for a band-aid, and carefully pasted it on her.

"Why are you still wearing these shoes that don't fit your feet?"

"The new ones need to be adjusted." Ling Qiong put on the shoes: "Just like Brother Mu and I, we will get along well with each other."

Mu Dongling: "What do you want to get along with me?"

"Brother Mu doesn't want to get along with me?" Ling Qiong stared, she bent over, hooked Mu Dongling's neck, and said in an ambiguous tone, "Or does brother want to get along with me like that day?"

"Miss Zhuang, that day...was just an accident."

Mu Dongling has learned to be smart, and will no longer say that she took the initiative, otherwise she should say that he was plotting something wrong.

"Is it because the accident didn't happen? What you have done is what you have done. It is useless for you to escape."

"..."

Mu Dongling brushed her hand away, moved a little away from her, and looked at her with scrutiny.

After a while, he asked, "How do you feel about me?"

Ling Qiong lowered her head in silence, as if thinking about his question.

Mu Dongling was a little uneasy, and felt uncomfortable after changing two sitting positions, with cold sweat faintly on his palms.

What is he nervous about?

It's just a normal conversation, nothing to be nervous about.

"Physical or psychological?"

"???"

Is this the result of your silence for a long time?

What is the difference between physical and psychological? Are there two answers to this question?

Mu Dongling's nervousness disappeared without a trace, and he smiled and said, "Please explain to me, what is the difference between physiology and psychology?"

"Physiology is that when I see my brother..."

"Just what?"

Ling Qiong hooked her finger at him.

Mu Dongling hesitated, got up and walked over, keeping a polite distance.

"Come closer."

"I can hear you."

Ling Qiong glared at him with puffed cheeks.

"..." Mu Dongling took a deep breath, and moved closer: "Let's talk."

Ling Qiong leaned over, covered her lips with her hand, and whispered a few words into his ear.

The scorching breath brushed past the ear, slowly spread from the base of the ear, like a prairie fire, which could not be stopped no matter what.

He stood up abruptly, took a few steps back, and looked at her with complicated eyes.

How could she say such nasty words?

This is the Zhuang Mianmian he knew?

"Zhuang... Mianmian." The last word was almost weak, as if she was calling her name affectionately.

Lingqiong squeezed her skirt tightly, her cheeks were also stained with a touch of pink, her honey-colored lips parted slightly, "You asked me..."

Mu Dongling sat back on the sofa, took a rest for half a minute, and found his voice, "Don't you hate me?"

"I didn't..." Ling Qiong retorted in a low voice, and then her tone became firmer: "I don't hate you."

Mu Dongling's heart was up and down, he calmed down his restless heartbeat, and pretended to be calm: "What about the psychology?"

"Of course it's my brother in my heart." The little girl's tone became cheerful again: "It's day and night."

Mu Dongling: "..."

If it's normal, why do you feel something is wrong?

Mu Dongling rubbed the space between his eyebrows, thought for a while, and said, "Zhuang Mianmian, you don't mean to trick me into liking you, and then abandon me severely?"

"You think so?"

Mu Dongling remained silent.

Ling Qiong's eyes turned red instantly, "Just pretend I didn't say what you just said." She got up and left.

Mu Dongling's body reacted faster than his brain, and he raised his hand to hold her.

Ling Qiong turned her head to look at her, tears were already hanging at the end of her eyes, and she would fall in the blink of an eye.

Mu Dongling's heart tightened, "Why didn't I realize that you love to cry so much before?" He pulled her over, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears at the end of her eyes.

Ling Qiong avoided his hand, but did not break away from him.

Ling Qiong moaned and cursed in her heart, the original owner was often bullied and cried by Mu Dongling, and every time she hid herself and cried.

Mu Dongling's fingers fell into the air, and the fingertips were still wet with tears. At this time, they fell into the air, and bursts of coolness came from the fingertips.

He twitched his fingertips a few times, and comforted him a little awkwardly: "Don't cry, I didn't mean what I said just now."

"Then you mean it."

"..." You're starting to feel weird again, right?

Mu Dongling slipped his hand holding her wrist, and held her palm, "I suspect you are normal, aren't you? If it were me and suddenly told you that I like you, would you believe it?"

"..."

According to their previous relationship, I really don't believe it.

Mu Dongling rubbed against her palm repeatedly with his fingertips, Ling Qiong felt a little itchy, and couldn't help curling up her palm.

"But it's true what I say."

Mu Dongling looked at her fixedly, his eyes seemed to be examining some kind of peerless treasure, verifying its authenticity.

It took him a long time to smile with his lips curled up, his eyes rippling, "Let's just pretend that what you said is true."

Ling Qiong frowned: "What do you mean by taking it easy?"

"Even if I'm cheated, I'll admit it."

"I won't lie to my brother." Lingqiong stretched her brows, and her sweet and soft voice was full of joy, "Then brother will be my boyfriend?"

"Fiance is fine too." Mu Dongling raised his eyebrows.

Ling Qiong was melancholy, "That might not work."

Just as Mu Dongling was about to ask something, he suddenly remembered Mu's father's ruthless words, and the two looked at each other silently, seeing in each other's eyes the helplessness of a wicked father at home.

"Why."

"Why."

The two sat on the sofa, sighed in the same style, without the slightest joy of having just had a partner.

"Let's talk about it later." Mu Dongling first recovered from his melancholy: "The wedding is about to start, let's go out first."

"But my feet hurt and I don't want to walk."

Mu Dongling looked at her feet, then at her, and suddenly said, "You don't want to see my dad and your dad fighting at other people's weddings, do you?"

Ling Qiong shook her head.

It's a good fight.

"Then Mianmian has to go by herself." Mu Dongling encouraged her gently.

"..." Ling Qiong was terrified, and said weakly: "Do you know that you used this tone when you lied to me and used me?"

Mu Dongling: "..."

——Every krypton is empty——

Ling Qiong: I suspect that his purpose is impure.

Little Fairy: Aren't you the one with the impure purpose?

Ling Qiong: I just want to be happy with Zai Zai, what's wrong?

Little Fairy: It's your fault that you don't have a monthly pass, right?

Lingqiong: ...