Chapter 2177: What kind of experience is 2229 handsome? 5

Chapter 2177 What is the experience of being handsome? 5
Nan Shengqing sat quietly, motionless, hands pressed against his chest. What he felt was not that he had no heartbeat, but that his chest muscles felt super good, but at the moment it was not a idiot, Nan Shengqing raised another One hand, pasted his forehead.
"It's very cold, there is no fever, have you been crazy watching TV shows recently?"
Lonely Shan is not willing to talk nonsense with her, lest the brain circuit is always not in the same line. He sat down and said from Gu Zi: "Hundreds of years ago, I should have been a normal person, but then I didn’t know why I didn’t live or die. Success, no life, no death, endless life, has become what it is now, with one hand that can be used to pretend to be force, but they are all flowers and legs, which are actually useless, at least I want to kill myself with one hand. I have never succeeded."
Nan Shengqing's eyes twitched: "Why do you commit suicide? Even if you become crazy, don't set yourself on fire."
Lonely kind and wordlessly drew out his ears. Forget it, he should say his own thing: "If you live too long, you have already pursued everything you want to pursue. When you have no desires or desires, you will feel that living is actually that one. It doesn’t mean much. The people around me are getting old and passing away. At that time, there is no obsession with life, death is liberation. But this issue is not the point. I have decided to live for a few hundred years. If you choose me, there will be a very big advantage in the future, that is, even when you are gray-haired, you will have a small piece of fresh meat to accompany you shopping, which other old ladies can't ask for."
Nan Sheng sent his mind to the picture: the gray-haired himself is playing with the handsome and handsome, walking in the big shopping mall with a sloppy walk, and a group of old ladies and a group of young girls around him cast envy and hatred eyes. ...
and many more!
After Nan Sheng experienced the "winner of life" with great affection, he calmly retracted both hands, revealing a serious worried expression: "When you have a fever and talk nonsense, is your forehead very cold?"
Lonely Shan glared at her with squinted eyes, crossed her fingers, and moved her wrists.
Nan Shengqing decisively bit her lips tightly, shut her mouth, and said uncontrollably after a long while, "Well, is there any anti-fever medicine at home?"
As soon as the voice fell, the surrounding air suddenly dropped, and a few snowflakes on top of her head floated directly on the bridge of her nose. She raised her eyes, and the snowflakes hit her face in clusters. She did not move her brain to pick it up. With a constant "Sneeze", a few pieces of snowflakes were sprayed on the face of Lonely Shan.
It can be seen how black the man's face is!
Nan Shengqing is like a schoolboy who made a mistake. She consciously lowered her head and rubbed her nose. After a few seconds, she carefully peeped at his face and found that he had been looking at her coldly. She quickly retracted her gaze and bit. Bite your lip.
"This...it seems...maybe...I mean..." Nan Shengqing touched her forehead with a good hand: "I am the one with a fever. I need to sleep now. It's all dreams. All dreams. ..."
She hinted herself, got up, gently moved away from him.
Deng Deng Deng ran back to his bedroom, closed the door, and touched the tip of his nose against the back of the door. The snowflakes had turned into water.
Lonely Shan’s beautiful eyelids narrowed, showing a somewhat tired look, staring at her closed door. He remembered that he had just said that if she could accept it, he would let me go to the bedroom to sleep. She is now back to the room. He can understand that she can accept it?
(End of this chapter)