Chapter 3
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Just fell in love with Busaba and proposed to Dad, but you turned yourself into a naturally unhandsome black man, which is wrong!
Yes, the angel who blessed me can't escape anywhere. The goddess king of Adonis, because he saw that his child had made a big mistake, he made up for it in this life.
My life used to be fidgety, but now it's even more fidgety. I looked at Adonis's face. . . Uh, uh, Indra, or Indra, as Bush recommended. . . He looked very upset, but he ignored me and sat on his head eating cake and sucking coffee. Play with your mobile phone without expression.
Oops. . . I don't regret what you did to me in your past life. You are still having a good time!
I wanted to shout and dip his head in a coffee cup, but I couldn't do anything but stare at him because I remember he didn't know about it.
I don't know, it never happened. . . I said to myself, but I can't take my eyes off Adonis's handsome face.
The last country was handsome, and the next country is also handsome. God, this is not fair!
Adonis kept his eyes on Adonis until he noticed.
"What's the matter? I looked at him, it was terrible."
I was awake now, turned around, looked at Booth's brother's face, and quickly adjusted my expression.
"Ah... oh, I saw that Inn was handsome, so I accidentally stared at it for a long time."
I don't want to make such an excuse, but I have to admit that Adonis is handsome, cool, a Korean idol, and more importantly. . . I don't want to call him Sister Young!
"No wonder, but it's not surprising because he is really handsome."
Booth was with me, and Adonis looked up at me from the screen of his mobile phone.
"Well, you're serious."
Can you shake your head? But he didn't nod, and Adonis laughed.
"Code, you said that very well. You had a meal."
His expression was exactly the same as his previous life, his expression was exactly the same as his previous life, and my resentment multiplied, which made me take a deep breath and concentrate.
Well, let the past life go. Past lives are secondary. I'll be very polite when he says something. But this time it won't be secondary, so it won't be called Adonis anymore.
Indo. . . Indo. . . Indo. . .
Call me Ying.
"What would you like to have?"
Didn't come to play, tell the truth, raise the truth, I immediately forced to laugh.
"It doesn't matter, I'm not hungry."
He shrugged his shoulders and said unabashedly, "No matter what, he refused."
Oh! I don't want to eat what you bought me! Don't burn ghosts!
I was in my mind, but when Bush burst out,
"But I haven't eaten yet, have I? I've been waiting for you since school was over in the morning."
I suddenly turned around and smiled sweetly.
"As long as you see Brother Busji, you will not be hungry."
I am very happy, my mood changes as fast as bipolar. Booth looked at me in a daze and then smiled.
"I don't say anything, eat if I'm not hungry, give me something to eat to feed my brain, I can't do the test, and the sandwich is good, too, and I'll buy it for you."
"But..."
"No, but eat."
Bush said: "I like Gamjor very much, and I prefer him to express his concern, even if he is Cid's sister. And because he is like this, I like him better.
Jornka's Busaba mom ~
"Wait a minute, I'll buy it."
Busy walked to the counter and asked me to sit with him. The other person's voice rang.
"Do you say you are not hungry?"
I turned and saw that it was Indra, slanting her neck, and asking with a vitriolic gesture, and I straightened up and smiled pretending to be sweet.
"You forced it."
"You can refuse, and so will I."
I don't want to call myself that. I miss you, but it doesn't matter, smooth.
"I don't eat from strangers."
"Well,"
Why did Inn put her eyebrows up? He is a real stranger. I just knew him. Although I have known Bush for some time, I realized that his roommate is this person. How can you not be called a stranger?
"I don't know you."
I want to f**k off. Inde shouted before answering.
"Although I have heard about it for some time, I didn't know I didn't know me until I saw Bush say we were chasing nougat."
Well, s**t! You're the only one who knows me!
I can only respond in my heart, I don't want to discuss with him more, and I don't argue that I am making nougat with Brother Bush, because it is true. Even if I want to make it smooth, it will slip, because every time I meet him, it is a plan. I've always been careless, so I've been losing my temper, and my brother. . . Only a few hours after seeing his face, he was itchy all over.
Inde raised his eyebrows again. When I said something to come back, I didn't speak. I sat there, looked hard at the watch on the table, looked at Booth, and prayed that he would come back soon. Because I didn't want to be alone with Inn for too long and it was inconvenient, but then Inn broke out.
"I want to ask you a question."
I turned away, and Inde looked at my face. His voice was steady.
"Something personal, okay?"
I don't know why, I thought his words sounded strange, but I nodded and asked him.
"Really ask and answer."
I frowned angrily. "What? Ask me."
"Do we... like Busy?"
I only felt my face hot. When I came up to see people, I asked stupidly.
You. . . Can you tell? ,
In fact, it would be silly if I couldn't see clearly. I was so expressive that only Booth Brother could not see clearly. He couldn't keep up with me many times, but for Ince Brother. . . The villain's Adonis. This scheming reincarnation freak may not be Adonis.
"Well, I like you, Booth."
I can't say yes, because the other party is reincarnated Adonis. I don't know if this person will be as cunning and insidious as his previous life. If he says yes, will he rob her with me again? No, it's better not to say. If you yell at him before he can get up, I won't look at his face.
"No."
So I refused, while Indra looked at me motionless, his eyes showing obvious disbelief.
"Seriously,"
"Well... yes."
I nodded, and he narrowed his eyes involuntarily.
"If you're serious, why are you blushing?"
I didn't do it on purpose. This is!
I turned hastily, not wanting to be suspected any more, and then I had to turn, when Inde stretched out his hand and grabbed my face.
"Frankly, do you like Booth?"
I stared into his face, his eyes were serious, and I was spiritual.
"Yes... yes..."
"Is it?" He asked in a low voice.
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