Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Wei Silu was a little emotional now.

He looked at the beautiful boy next to Wilke, and said slowly: "Address, let Wilke take you back."

Song Ci came here for him, let her go back?How can this be.

Wilke didn't know what this young man was thinking, seeing her drooping eyes, her expression was a little downcast.

"Did I make Mr. unhappy?"

Wei Silu's eyes fell on his hands pinching the hem of his clothes. The milky white skin was thinly wrapped around dark blue tendons, and the joints were slender and beautiful, like the best uncut jade.

Even the exposed arms are shockingly white.

Seems tense or frustrated right now.

The cold white fingertips turned into a light pink, as if they had been put in the mouth.

Wei Silu's eyes slowly moved up and down from the delicate chin to the beautiful bright red lips.

It wasn't until I looked at him together that I realized that those beautiful amber eyes seemed to have a magical power, which made people addicted.

The arc of the corner of his lips rose slightly, looking at the boy, he said, "What do you think?"

If he asked a rhetorical question, he said it out of nowhere, without the slightest intention of rhetorical questioning or questioning.

He doesn't want me here.

Song Ci heard the meaning of his words.

The color of the fundus is a bit dull.

In the same two hours she was ten times as dehydrated as a normal person.

Wilke sat beside him, silent and said nothing.

But his gaze was always fixed on Song Ci.

"Actually, I got separated from my family. I can't live in a hotel without money. Can I bother you for a while?"

Seeing her drooping head, Wei Silu's gaze and expression also hid in the dark and disappeared.

He can be sure that the boy is not telling the truth.

What purpose she has or what she wants to get from them is unknown.

Wei Silu didn't believe her.

Song Ci subconsciously turned her head to look at Werk, and heard him ask.

"Is it true what he said, Wilk?"

Next to Wilke, there was a hypnotic phantom in his mind, like floating bubbles on the seashore, which disappeared after Wei Silu's voice sounded.

A little sluggish.

Thinking of something, he nodded instantly, "Yes sir."

Song Ci sat next to her without speaking, her lips pursed tightly.

She obviously didn't say this to Wilke.

Is he covering it up for himself, or is he not aware of it at all...

Song Ci is now more inclined to the second guess.

He didn't know what he said at all, or in other words, as long as she said it, the other party would affirm or express the corresponding content of what she said.

This thought made Song Ci's mind instantly pop out the word 'bewitching'.

Correct.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that my guess was correct.

She was thinking about it when a man's voice sounded.

Surprised her.

It wasn't because of what he promised, but because he suddenly said that sentence close to his ear.

"Little friend, you look familiar, don't you..."

Song Ci choked his throat.

The man's breathing fell to the ears, and the ears were almost burning. The breathing speeded up at this moment. The heat made her feel a little hurt, and she was a little dehydrated now.

Did he recognize it?
Wei Silu felt that something was wrong with her, so he got up and walked away from her.

"Did you wear perfume?"

Song Ci didn't react, and looked at him with a dazed look.

The corners of Wei Silu's lips twitched slightly, and the arc was a little obvious: "It smells good."

"You can stay for a while longer."

Wei Silu walked to the simple workbench opposite, and took out a petri dish with biological cells in his hand, "We won't stay for too long, three months at most."

Song Ci suddenly heard a sigh.

"It would be nice to stay a little longer."

"Mister is so handsome, can you look at me a little more?"

The sound is very strange, accompanied by the sound of gurgling and bubbling.

Not Wilke or Wei Silu.

But there is no one else here except them.

"Hey, do you feel that the breath of the boy in the middle is very familiar?"

"Ah?" I don't know why, after looking at that person, I commented: "It's pretty handsome."

"anthomaniac."

Song Ci looked at the place where the sound came from, two fish on the windowsill.

She actually heard two fish talking?

It's ridiculous.

Song Ci rubbed the center of his brows, then thought about it, he is a fish now and it should be normal for him to understand what they are saying...

"I want to kiss Mr.

"Xiaofen, what nonsense are you talking about?"

The little blue fish was so jealous that it kept circling around the fish tank.

Song Ci saw the little pink fish swimming up to the front of the glass tank, and her eyes turned to the man who was working hard on the other side.

He looks handsome and tall, with deep eyebrows and eyes. When he gets serious, the natural magnetic field makes people unable to help but fall into it.

The corners of Song Ci's lips twitched, and he propped his chin to look at him.

Wilke on the side handed over the opened bottle of milk.

"I want to drink water."

Song Ci looked up at him and said so.

One is to confirm her conjecture, and the other is that she is really thirsty.

Wilke didn't speak, took the initiative to pour water for her, and handed it to her thoughtfully.

Song Ci took it and drank a couple of sips, observing Wilke's behavior.

Without any other action, sitting there like a puppet with its soul sucked out. (end of this chapter)