After falling in love with the evil god

He walked up the steps and picked up the large bouquet of tulips tied with satin, and found that the flowers brought to please Lin Qiao were fake flowers outlined with wool.

After confirming the furry feeling, Zillo was shocked.

He couldn't think of anyone in the camp who would put such thought into making something like this to give to a girl?He didn't know that group of men yet, so it would be nice if he could make a decent meal for himself.

While he was still thinking, the door in front of him was opened.

Xin Lu stared at him, then she walked out and walked around him, as if she had never expected it, "It's you? It's you, Qi Luo, who quietly places flowers at my door every day. ? When did your biceps learn how to hold a stick, a needle, and hook a thread?"

This is not a mockery, but she is really weird. There is so much physical work to do every day. How does Qi Luo get so much thread and time to make fake flowers? There are hundreds of them every day. They were all thrown into the trash can by Lin Qiao.

Qi Luo wanted to explain, but his eyes unconsciously glanced behind the opened door. Lin Qiao was wearing pajamas and wearing long, slightly messy hair coming out of the bedroom.

She smoothed her frizzy hair and took a sip of hot milk from the cup. She looked wonderful.

Xin Lu closed the door, suppressed her surprised expression, and lowered her voice to warn him seriously: "I have no problem with you liking a dog, but Lin Qiao definitely doesn't."

Zi Luo frowned, "Why?"

Lin Qiao's identity was a tacit secret among all insiders. Xin Lu couldn't tell her directly, so she said in a roundabout way: "She has a child and her husband is still alive. Just give up."

Qi Luo was stunned.

As usual, Lin Qiao came out with a milk cup and two slices of toast and was about to sit in the rocking chair to enjoy it. When the two people stared at each other at the door, she said, "What's wrong?"

Qi Luo turned around first, suppressed his dissatisfaction, and stuffed the flowers directly into Lin Qiao's arms, "This is for you."

Xin Lu: "I can't have this flower."

Zillo: "This weekend, I want to ask you to have dinner together and go to the rocks to watch the sunset and stars."

Lin Qiao: "."

She lowered her head and looked at Dahua, then looked at Qi Luo, "Okay."

Xin Lu couldn't believe it and asked her, "Are you serious?"

Lin Qiao curled her lips and said, "Yes."

Qi Luo raised his chin proudly and glanced at the flowers in her arms out of the corner of his eye, feeling embarrassed again.

Xin Lu had just made her angry, so she put the flowers into Lin Qiao's arms without thinking. He was going to learn how to hook wool now, and he didn't know if it was too late.

Lin Qiao finished her breakfast and left the lush bouquet of tulips at home. She and Qi Luo went to the on-board bookstore in the camp.

Those sticky tentacles followed from the ground and climbed up the car window in an unseen corner, watching her every move with a bloodshot glass eyeball.

Most of the books on the trolley were bought and collected from the city. They have a unique smell of book pages, which can make people calm down.

Qi Luo looked down at the book she took out casually, "Can you understand this?"

His education level is not high, and he is even less interested in writing.

Qi Luo's somewhat boring reaction fell into Chu Ji's eyes, making him jealous and twisted.

If Lin Qiao can't even understand such an idiotic fairy tale, why should Lin Qiao agree?

How is he good?

Was it because she thought those flowers were given by him to give her face?The garbage that pretended to be the fruit of His labor should be eaten by Him and his bones should be broken into pieces.The tentacles squirmed viciously, and accidentally, the exposed fangs punctured the car window, and the glass fell to the ground and shattered, shocking everyone.

Lin Qiao came out of the bookstore and looked at the glass pieces on the ground.

"It's probably because the weather is too hot." Zi Luo breathed a sigh of relief. He was so sleepy inside that he couldn't open his eyes, and the yawn that was about to escape his mouth was suppressed back in his throat. "We can go have lunch together now, and then go see a movie." Movie."

When the two of them were completely alone and could talk, the feeling of embarrassment and embarrassment spread. Qi Luo found that he didn't know how to communicate with Lin Qiao. Their conversation sounded stiff and unfamiliar, like an interrogation.

"What did you do in Wandering City before?"

“Before joining the Special Division, I washed dishes in a ghetto bar.”

Zi Luo: "Ah, so."

Lin Qiao nodded, not obviously wanting to talk about his past, so the topic stopped.

After a while, Zillo said again: "What are your usual hobbies? What do you like to eat? I am very good at cooking, especially barbecue."

Lin Qiao: "I'm not picky about food, I don't have a particular favorite, I can accept anything, and I don't have any hobbies."

She is such a boring person.

"Oh, it's also a good living habit." Unable to start the topic at all, Zillo touched his head, lowered his head and took a bite of sausage to hide his embarrassment.

After finishing the meal, the two of them went to watch a movie together, a youth literary film about campus love.

Zillo thought that young girls would like this kind of fantasy plot, so he chose it specially.

There were only two of them in the dark projection car. He specially bought drinks and candies. He thought that at this time, he could always resolve the embarrassment and enhance some feelings, but Lin Qiao huddled in the soft sofa. After a while, He fell asleep on his side.

Zillo missed again.

He looked at the girl's head tilted to the other side in the darkness, chewing the candy that would freshen her breath, and sighed.

In just one morning, he felt that Lin Qiao was a little different from ordinary girls. She was not interested in everything she did. Being with her was like talking to a piece of wood that could only answer questions.

"You don't have feelings for me, do you?"

On the rocks in the wilderness in the evening, the sun has finally sunk more than halfway, and the weather is no longer as hot as a stove.

Zi Luo sat cross-legged next to her in frustration.

Lin Qiao denied, "No, I admire you very much."

She tilted her head, the sunset was shining on her face, her hair was floating, and her whole person had a gentle and peaceful temperament.

"Why do you like me?"

Zi Luo pursed his lower lip and looked forward: "That day when I was hunting, I was almost bitten off my neck by a hidden beast. You appeared from the sky to save me. At that moment, I felt as if I had seen an angel."

Lin Qiao was slightly startled.

Zillo added: "Of course it's not just that. I don't regard you as a lifesaver. I know very well that it is completely a man's affection for a woman, not just the worship of a hero. I don't know how to describe that feeling specifically. No matter what you do later, in my eyes your whole person seems to be shining in the morning mist. I think you are so beautiful."

He pointed to his chest and smiled shyly, "It's the same today. We've been dancing like crazy here all day and it never slowed down."

Although Lin Qiao behaved very coldly, distantly and politely, her dullness did not affect the fact that he still liked her very much.