Monster System: Quickly Transmigrate Male God's Favorite

Chapter 767 You Are My Starlight (13)

that moment.

The surrounding wind seems to have stopped.

The originally gloomy sky cleared up, leaving her in a daze.

It just feels like a dream.

……

Song Xiaozhao is about to graduate.

She didn't like her job at first, and she didn't know where her future was.

After that day.

She found her purpose.

broker.

She began to work hard to change herself and get out of her own world.

She wanted to make herself a good agent, start socializing with those people, work hard.

The seed that buried itself for more than 20 years.

Finally got the courage to break through the soil.

Trying to stretch myself out.

Those pictures are messy, scene after scene...

After Qianqiu finished receiving it, he opened his eyes, reached out and rubbed his forehead.

Skull pain.

The sky outside had just turned pale.

It was still early, for Qianqiu who usually slept until dark.

Just a nightmare.

Qian Qiu expressionless, turned over and closed his eyes.

She went on to sleep.

After a while, he opened his eyes again.

The white fish belly outside has disappeared, replaced by the golden sun.

Qian Qiu asked coldly:

"How long have I been sleepless?"

Glory immediately jumped out and said weakly:

【About half an hour...】

half an hour.

For Qianqiu, it was an experience she had never had before.

She frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

It is absolutely impossible for her to lose sleep.

Then the truth is...

The original owner's pot.

Glory also thought of this, and said:

[After testing, it may be that the original owner's data has not been cleaned up, which has affected you...]

Qian Qiu said lightly: "Impossible."

She has never been the only one who influences others.

When no one else has influenced her.

[But...] Glory wanted to say something else.

Qian Qiu said: "Maybe I'm in menopause."

Glory number: […]

ha?
menopause?Would anyone say that about themselves?
Qianqiu didn't care that Glory's heart was already messed up.

After all, she has lived so long.

Young middle school two, brain pit, adolescence full of black history has passed.

What is menopause.

She rolled over and continued trying for a while.

After finding that he couldn't continue to fall asleep, he simply got up and walked outside.

Qian Qiu walked to the kitchen barefoot, planning to have a bottle of cold beer to cool off.

As soon as she got near the kitchen, she heard something.

Qianqiu hadn't recovered yet, when he opened the door and saw that figure.

She just remembered.

There is also a little brother in my house who I sent to my door...

Min Yao is still wearing yesterday's sweater.

The wide hood fell behind him, revealing his silvery white and smooth hair.

He was squatting halfway in the frozen area of ​​the refrigerator, looking for something in the drawer.

Min Yao heard the sound of the door opening, and turned around to take a look.

"Morning." His voice was clear and sober.

Qian Qiu woke up, paused, "Morning."

"Are you used to eating steak for breakfast?" He dug out the steak and looked at Qianqiu with bright eyes: "Or, can I eat it?"

He squatted there.

With silver-white soft hair, she raised her chin and looked at herself.

Bright eyes.

It seems that the pink apron that has been idle for many years in the kitchen is hung up.

This look of being cute and begging to be fed.

Let Qianqiu have nothing to say.

(End of this chapter)