Chapter 1058: Why hate

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Chapter 1058
Su Mixue stared at Jue Yun, but this look was not lethal.
I do n’t know who wrote it. This note is harmless and does not affect harmony. However, Su Mixue got it, and this question is worth discussing.
He Ziqing asked: "Mixue, who do you hate most?"
Lu Jueyun preemptively said, "Everyone here is kind, upright, brave, and full of love. Su Mixue, I think you still drink three glasses, let alone say, and offend people carefully.
Su Mixue had planned to drink three glasses without answering this question.
But seeing Lu Jueyun's punishment, she suddenly changed her mind, "Second, you actually know that you are the one I hate the most."
After finishing the speech, Su Mixue did not see Lu Jueyun's reaction. His finger gently turned on the turntable, and the next arrow pointed to Mu Jianhua.
A new round of games started, but Lu Jueyun didn't have a lively mood at all, and his eyes were on Su Mixue.
She actually hates him!
Why does she hate him!
When he let his eyes glaze out, Su Mixue was at ease, his eyes flowing, and he stopped right here.
Lu Jueyun took a deep breath, dare to ignore him?
Su Mi Xue, you are awesome!
Liu Qingqing was also not in a mood to watch Mu Jianhua's game. Her attention was on the interaction between Lu Jueyun and Su Mixue. To be precise, Lu Jueyun unilaterally challenged Su Mixue.
Su Mixue has been ignoring Lu Jueyun.
But if you really ignore it, why do you want to condone Su Zixuan's troubles with Jue Yun again and again?
Su Zixuan is just a child less than five years old, but the child speaks like a grown-up, who is stalking Lu Jueyun and can't wait to be private for life. She had to suspect that these words were all taught by Su Mi Xue.
Seeing that Su Mixue couldn't move the thunder, she seemed calm, she was more convinced of her guess.
Liu Qingqing's brows are tighter, her marriage has hit the rocks, if Brother Jue Yun is also planted in the hands of such a deep-minded woman ...
No, she will never allow this to happen.
In this round, Mu Jianhua drew "to say something to the favorite woman now."
With a move in Bai Zhi's heart, Mu Jianhua wanted to treat her favorite woman, or was she present, not her?
Who wrote this sign, so pitted!
Her eyes could not help turning to Lu Juefeng.
Lu Juefeng didn't look at her, but the hand on her shoulder added a little force at this time.
Mu Jianhua put down the post-it, turned his eyes to Bai Zhi, and slowly said, "Bai Zhi, I haven't had time to say something to you. But today I just finished taking this opportunity to finish talking together. Woman. It's a pity that we have no fate. I used to complain about you, but people always want to grow up and get out of that strange circle. I think the best thing I should say to you now is to wish you happiness and I will also find myself happy. "
Bai Zhi thought of Mu Jianhua, she saved her heart from the beginning, and finally pulled out his life experience. After all, she was quite sorry for Mu Jianhua.
"Mr. Mu, thank you. I believe you will find someone you love and love you."
"To borrow your good words." Mu Jianhua raised his glass towards Bai Zhi.
Bai Zhi was holding a wine glass, and the glass touched lightly, making a clanging sound.
Bai Zhi took a sip and heard Lu Juefeng humming softly in his nose. "Why should he drink? Why don't you toast with him?" The voice was not loud enough to hear her.
Angelica Angelica couldn't help raising her lips, sniffing Lu Juefeng with her nose, "Hey, I seem to smell a sour taste."
In response to her, Lu Juefeng's big palm squeezed vigorously around her waist.
The whole game is quite satisfactory. Meng Changxin is the most active person, but she has no chance of drawing a lot.
This time the arrow points to He Ziqing, this is the third time He Ziqing has won the bid.
Seeing fewer and fewer post-it notes in the sign, she patted the table, "Unfair, why didn't it turn to me once."
He Ziqing hurriedly handed over the lottery bucket, "Sister Xin, draw it for you."
Meng Changxin glanced at the people present, rubbing his hands, a bit impatient, "That, I smoked!"
There are not many post-it notes left in the sign, but she clearly remembers that none of the piles of
kiss
and
confess
notes she just wrote have been drawn. Now the chance of getting this kind of signature is greater.
She took one out at random and opened it. Her brilliant expression suddenly froze.
What the hell!
The person who drew the sign contained ice cubes for one minute and wrote silently to recite "Silent Night Thinking"! ! !
Long Feifeng Wuwu has a few large characters, and his writing strength is calm, unlike the hidden handwriting, it should be a man's handwriting.
"Who wrote this?" Meng Changxin immediately looked at the few men present.
What Lu Juefeng wrote just now is very straightforward. They are all similar to "Bai Zhi actively pro-Lu Juefeng", which can be ruled out.
Lu Jueyun is a junkie, and Huo Shaoting also likes liveliness. He will never engage in silent writing of ancient poems.
Then there is only one Mu Jianhua left for the men present.
This rigid, non-interactive requirement comes from his brain without romantic cells.
When Meng Changxin's eyes fixed on Mu Jianhua, Mu Jianhua just happened to meet her eyes and smiled apologetically.
Then Mu Jianhua took out an ice cube from the champagne bucket, packed it in a glass, and sent it to Meng Changxin, and handed over the pen and paper again, "Miss Meng, the one-minute countdown is ready to start."
You are a big head ghost!
Meng Changxin wanted to smash people with ice cubes. "I have to draw a lot. This is too boring. I want to change it."
"It's not boring, otherwise, please ask Mr. Mu to feed ice cubes into your mouth?" He Ziqing is not too big to see the excitement. If she knows Mu Jianhua a little more, she will yell at him to send ice cubes to Meng Changxin's mouth.
Mu Jianhua put the ice cube in Meng Changxin's mouth very calmly, raised his wrist to look at his watch, "There are fifty-nine seconds, hold on."
"..." Meng Changxin's mouth was so cold that she felt numb. She was blazing with fire, staring at Mu Jianhua, and she turned a huge white eye.
Cram her ice cubes, good, she remembered this Qiu temporarily.
Mu Jianhua pointed to the pen and paper on the coffee table again, "I still have to write" Silent Night Thinking "silently."
"Ah, ah?" Meng Changxin clenched his fists.
He Ziqing translates, "What is it?"
"It's Li Bai's poem, the first sentence is the bright moonlight in front of the bed." Mu Jianhua explained patiently.
Seeing that Meng Changxin still didn't write, he reminded the following three sentences again.
Meng Changxin has the heart to kill. Silently writing ancient poems with ice cubes, Mu Jianhua, are you a devil?
"Time is up." Mu Jianhua meticulously calculated the time, handed the tissue to Meng Changxin's mouth, and said very gentleman: "The ice cube is too cold, spit it out."
Meng Changxin stared at the tissue in front of him and stared at Mu Jianhua, but he didn't vomit.
The teeth are opened and closed, squeak, squeak.
The air was suddenly quiet, and the sound of chewing ice suddenly became strange.