Female supporting style is wrong

"I came to you for lunch." Yi Ran straightened her hair, her ability to conceal her emotions was too poor, Luo Qi could easily see the clues, "but I met someone I hate."

Luo Qi had a headache, "Ran Ran..."

"I originally wanted to get along with her," Yi Ran glanced at her, biting his lips in resentment, "She didn't want to."

Ji Ge clasped his hands and responded with a smile, "Then I really don't want to."

The girl expressed her likes and dislikes frankly and directly. Before Luo Qi could smooth things over, she bent her pupils and said with a smile, "Since you have guests here, Qi Qi, I'll go first."

"Well," Luo Qi handed her the item in her hand, "This is a communicator, it can only be used in the base, I have saved my number in it, you can call me if you need anything."

"Thank you." Jige took the communicator and waved goodbye.

After leaving Luo Qi's apartment, the girl thought about it, and was not in a hurry to go back. Following the route Luo Qi had said, she wandered around to the mission hall.

The afternoon sun was quite venomous, and there was a dazzling light outside. The slender and fair girl stood quietly in the hall, frowning to check the tasks above.

The tasks are graded according to the difficulty level, and are divided into five grades of ABCDE. The higher the difficulty, the more dangerous the task, and the more points you will naturally get.

Ji Ge calculated the points in the point card.

The points they exchanged for materials are not many, which is more than enough to pay the rent and maintain daily life, but if she wants to post tasks here, in order to attract more supernatural beings to help, she needs to pay a lot of points, point card The balance is not enough for her to spend like this.

She quickly browsed through the tasks above, and probably had a good idea of ​​the points corresponding to the difficulty level in the task hall, so she didn't accept the task, but returned to the apartment.

Pushing open the door, Xu Zhi sat on the sofa and turned his head when he heard the door opening, "Sister Ji Ge, you are back."

She pointed to the second floor, "Mu Ke went back to his room just now, he doesn't seem to be in a good mood."

"I see." Ji Ge nodded to show that she knew, the girl went upstairs, walked to the door of Mu Ke's room and knocked on the door.

There was no movement in the room for a long time.

The girl raised her voice crisply, "Mu Ke, it's me."

After a while, the door was slowly opened.

The young man lowered his eyes, his emotions were alienated and indifferent, "What's the matter?"

Mu Ke didn't seem to be in a very good mood.

Ji Ge blinked, coughed lightly, and probed into the room, "Is your room tidy, do you need my help?"

Mu Ke didn't speak, and stepped aside to let her go in.

Ji Ge walked in curiously.

Out of some indescribable bad taste, the room Jige allocated to Mu Ke was a bright and clean bedroom, warm and clean, incompatible with the boy's temperament, with sky blue tone and soft furnishings, and the window screen printed with snow-white platycodon was hanging down, pulling down. Tightly, the light in the room is not bright, it is drowsy, blocking all the hot sunlight outside.

There is electricity in the apartment, but the electricity bill is very expensive, so Mu Ke didn't turn on the air conditioner, and the bedroom was stuffy and hot.

It's hard for the young master to stay in such an aggrieved environment.

Ji Ge thought of Mu Ke's soft and white cheeks, as soft as butter pudding, he was cared for in Mu's house, but in her hands, his living standard dropped by more than one notch.

Although it is the end of the world, Ji Ge still feels a little guilty.

She shook her head, her gaze fell on the boy's bed.