Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

In fact, her voice was shaking to death, and the tension was almost all written on her face.

Ah zhe was stunned by her question. He blinked several times before he spewed out a word, "ah

Mu xiaorou is shy and anxious. Now that she has asked, she can't take back the water she spilled out, so she has nothing to worry about!

Thinking of this, she clenched her teeth hard and took a small step forward. The distance between them was greatly shortened.

She was nearly two heads lower than the slender ah Zhe. When she was so close, she had to raise her chin to see him. Her tone was fierce, "ah, what? I want you to answer me now, like it or not? "

When she suddenly stepped over, ah zhe was already stunned. The distance between them was so close that she could only squeeze a fist. She raised her small face and looked at herself. Her face was flushed, her eyes were moist and soft. This kind of appearance had a fatal attraction and made him breathe tight.

Ah zhe has always been a good child of Miao Hong since he was a child. Su Xiaoyu, the only one who had a heart of spring, has married now. Naturally, there is no end between them. How can they be so close to each other when they are asked such questions by girls!

His white face suddenly became more red than mu xiaorou. He was so nervous that he didn't dare to go out. He hesitated for a long time before he said slowly, "Miss, why do you suddenly ask?"

Mu xiaorou pouted her mouth in disappointment. "You just need to answer my question, like it or not, two or three words. I want you to give me the answer now!"

"I..." ah zhe looked at her, her tongue was tied into a bow unconsciously, and her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

Do you like it?

Should we follow our inner thoughts?

But does he have the ability to be responsible for his love? Will this relationship end up like before?

All of a sudden, a Zhe's mind emerged numerous question marks, once depressed again, holding the gray flag in his mind very arrogantly.

His mind was blank in an instant, and his brain, which was as precise and accurate as a computer, finally crashed.

After a long silence, mu xiaorou finally saw his lips move. She was expecting that he could say something, so she heard him say, "I'm sorry."

Three simple words, like a basin of cold water, put out the little tension and expectation in Mu xiaorou's heart mercilessly.

She looked at ah Zhe in disbelief. In her mind, all kinds of ambiguous interaction scenes between the two people these days turned into silhouettes and quickly passed by. She thought that what was flying away was the end of the light, but she didn't expect that it was the burning sea of fire, which suddenly turned into ashes and fell to the ground sadly.

"Miss, can you give me some time to think about this matter? I think it's too abrupt to answer you like this. I'll..."

"No more."

Mu xiaorou quickly takes back her eyes, turns around, pulls back her chair and sits down without saying a word. If it wasn't for the flush on her face, ah zhe would have thought that what just happened was just his illusion.

Long hair hung down, covering most of the face.

Mu xiaorou thought bitterly, what else should we consider? How can we make the refusal neat and beautiful?

This is indeed ah Zhe's style of doing things. He is such a person. He strives to be clean and tidy in everything he does, even in rejecting people. It's probably because he looks like Miss mu, so it's not convenient to say something hurtful in person.

But why doesn't he like himself?

Before Mingming, so many small movements were full of ambiguous atmosphere. She thought that there was a verbal mutual recognition between them, but she didn't expect that the words of "women chasing men" didn't apply to her at all.

She and ah zhe are separated by countless Himalayas.

She thought that the last layer of window paper would be punctured between them. As long as she was willing to take the initiative, she could be shot through the whole heart by Cupid's arrow, but she didn't expect that the God of curse was standing on the other side of the window paper.

But he didn't like her. Why should he talk to her so gently?

Why do you blush when you face her?

Why would she take the time to cooperate with all her commands and willfulness?

Why did... Disturb her so easily?

Thinking of this, mu xiaorou felt embarrassed and wanted to smile with a smile. However, the radian of her mouth kept pressing down, and she couldn't lift it up. In a hurry, her eyes were blurred by tears.

With a click, a tear fell down her sleeve and was quickly absorbed by the high-grade fabric with good water absorption, leaving only a shallow trace.

There's no turning back.

Mu xiaorou is very afraid that she will cry later if she goes on like this. Isn't that more embarrassing?