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Chapter 825 If You Like It, Then Go After It

It's not that Chen Yixin didn't "get angry", the key is that the anger can be controlled for at most 1 minute. After 1 minute, the two people surrounded Chen Yixin from left to right, wagging their tails and asking her if she could speak.

After all, if they didn't talk, the two of them would be suffocated.

The blood vessels on Chen Yixin's forehead twitched twice, she clenched her fists and chose to remain silent...
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It was the foursome that landed last.

In fact, He Rongrong, Shen Yunxiu, Hu Li, and Ou Heng are all relatively balanced in all aspects of skills. If they have the intention, their advancement speed will not be worse than the first two groups.

Then the problem comes again.

In this group, who wants to play games seriously?
He Rongrong and Shen Yunxiu came here to flirt.

Hu Li looked at the "dog lover" who was in front of her with itchy teeth. The two of them held hands as soon as they entered the secret room. Because of the horror element, when they first entered the door, Hu Li was indeed the same as He Rongrong. The spotlights that suddenly lit up next to him and the objects illuminated by the spotlights startled him.

But, that's a fake.

After Hu Li got used to it, there was no disturbance, and He Rongrong sighed every three seconds, frightened every five seconds, and yelled every ten seconds.

After being tormented by He Rongrong for 5 minutes, she chose to be the last one, kept a distance from the "dog couple", and played the customs clearance game seriously.

In the beginning, Hu Li played by himself, while Ou Heng seemed to be a tool man, standing in the room unrelated to his own business, watching the other three people find their way out.

Gradually he seemed to realize that what he did was wrong. When he entered the third room, Ou Heng observed the room for a while, found the exit and found the key and handed it to Hu Li.

"here."

The hands of all members of P4 are very good-looking, which is the gospel of Yan Dang.

In the not-so-clear light, the joints and nails could still be clearly seen. Hu Li subconsciously reached out to pick up the key. She wanted to touch the key with her fingertips. She could feel the heat from the opponent's hand, but when he looked up, Ou Heng has already turned his head to look at the other side, ready to call for someone to enter the level.

Hu Li: ...

wood!

Hu Li cursed secretly in her heart, but the key in her palm carried the warmth of the other party, and she laughed a little foolishly again.

Forget it, love is your own business.

Every movement and look in his eyes, although it has nothing to do with love, can make her happy.

At that moment, Hu Li suddenly remembered the story her father told her——

Back then, before Daddy could catch up with Mommy, he waited downstairs at Mommy's room night and night.

Knowing that this person did not agree to his pursuit, he still felt extremely happy from night to dawn, even if it was just a polite "morning" in the morning.

Because that is the person I love.

Hu Li also asked her mother, "What if the person I love doesn't like me?"

Mommy said, "Then try to make him fall in love with you."

There are too few loves that fall in love at first sight and are confidantes.

Just like Daddy and Mommy, although they have known each other for a long time, they have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers together.

If you like it, go for it.

This is the courage bestowed on Hu Li by her parents, and she will regard it as her lifelong wealth and never give up.

Hu Li opened the door with the key, and she walked towards another secret room first. Ou Heng stood there and looked at her back, and the hand hanging by her side seemed to have another person's gentle touch.

He twisted it subconsciously, and he still had shadows of the previous song and lyrics in his mind, so he immediately replaced a few sentences in it...

Feelings are the best creative inspiration, bar none.

In the seemingly calm but turbulent sea of ​​love, the world of mortals swept past, leaving waves and blossoms, which became immortal poems.

(End of this chapter)