Although he is also considered a great God, but compared with the great God of the level of a leaf boat, it is still a big cut off.
He sat staring at his eyes for a while, some could not restrain, "No, I find him PK go!"
Jessica picked up the cup on the table, took a sip of water, and said, "In reality, you should know him, he is Haorui from the finance department of our school."
Donmo opened his mouth wide.
Probably also understood that he could not compare with others, after a while, he finally scratched his hair a little irritably: "That... What then?"
"It's okay, sister help you." The girl showed an encouraging look, "Amo, you are not worse than Haorui, but you will not dress up." I think you'll look better than him if you change your style."
Caught off guard by such disguised praise, Tang Mo was startled and touched his nose uncomfortably:
"Really... Really?"
"Really," he said. Jessica nodded and suddenly asked, "By the way, what's the use of your $500?" I have no other money."
Donmo paused.
He bought it with money. If the relationship is not good, he can yell and force her to take the money out. But now that they're comrades in arms, he suddenly can't open his mouth to say nasty things.
Jessica saw his mind, "Is to take money to buy equipment?" Amor, I think it's more important to be realistic. After all, games are unreal."
This is very reasonable words, Tang Mo hesitated, nodded, "OK, I will listen to you."
Jessica smiled kindly.
The next day she didn't play and took Donmo for a makeover, dyeing back his rebellious yellow hair and swapping his denim for a simple white short-sleeved shirt.
A fresh-faced boy with handsome features.
Tang Mo touched his hair a little uncomfortably and looked back at Jessica, who gave a positive smile, "It's pretty, Amor."
The boy froze, his face was slightly red, but his mouth was still muttering: "... Well, you're the only one who talks a lot."
Back in the rental house, before Donmo could say anything, the girl had slipped him a hundred dollar bill:
"Amo, sister is going to work, you go to the street to eat something, come back early in the evening."
Tang Mo froze and watched as the skinny girl pushed the battery cart behind the large takeout container, almost drowning her tiny body.
Jessica showed it to him specifically.
He never knew how hard his sister had it until he saw it.
The boy has been standing in place, until the girl's back disappeared, then slightly lowered his head, looked at the slightly old one hundred yuan in his hand, and pursed his lips.
...
At the door, Jessica rings the doorbell and silently wonders: Why did this person order takeout again?
... Anyway, the way he acted yesterday, it won't be to see her. In his eyes, now she should be a stranger to the stranger.
The doorbell rings.
The boy's dark beautiful eyes looked past, paused, and then got up to open the door.
There was a slight sound of the door opening, and Jessica outside the door, in accordance with the guidelines of the system, smiled brightly and bowed: "Hello, your takeaway."
The boys wore simple short sleeves, showing white skin. He lowered his long eyelashes and looked into the take-out box with his beautiful eyes.
"Sorry, I didn't order takeout."
Jessica froze.