Mecha Forger

It takes no effort to get there even if you wear iron shoes.

When the speculation turned into reality, Song Ci's excitement was beyond words, and he couldn't even hide it.

Actor Maya Smith can clearly see such obvious mood swings.

Her uneasy heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and her crying suddenly became more real.

Song Ci cast a half-hearted glance at Maya Smith, who was crying miserably, and admired her ability to cry without stopping for half an hour.

It's a pity that you have to choose a partner even if you cry, make trouble, or hang yourself.

For Song Ci, Maya Smith's special skills, apart from being noisy, were still noisy, and could not stir up any disturbance in his heart.

Even a little irritable!

He pushed his back molars, clicked his tongue, and simply stopped thinking about making excuses. He asked Xiao Dao to come over to keep him company, and he left gracefully.

Looking at Song Ci's retreating back, Maya Smith almost bit her silver teeth into pieces.

By the way, it was very hard for her to cry for half an hour.

The man surnamed Song didn't even say a word of comfort to her. He didn't even give her a bottle of drinking water. Now he just left without taking her seriously!

A trace of resentment flashed in Maya Smith's eyes, so fast that no one had time to catch it.

When the unknown knife came in to take over, Maya Smith had only a sad look on her face, and she slowly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with an antique handkerchief.

The beautiful pear blossoms with rain are like a beautiful picture, attracting people to enjoy and read.

However, Xiaodao didn't understand the style and didn't even look at Maya Smith. His eyes fell straight on the antique handkerchief embroidered with madder and never moved away.

Maya Smith, who was still waiting for someone to comfort her so that she could use her donkey to go downhill, lost control of her rare expression and froze on the spot, her whole body feeling bad.

She, a living person, is not as important as a handkerchief, right?

Maya Smith paused in wiping her tears, and the handkerchief left her delicate fingers so lightly.

Seeing that the snow-white handkerchief was about to fall into the arms of Mother Earth, the knife took action as expected.

He picked up the tear-filled handkerchief, unfolded it gently, carefully observed the patterns of the madder for a few seconds, and sneered: "In the Alliance, handmade handkerchiefs are extremely rare, and the annual output does not exceed five thousand. .

Embroidered handkerchiefs are even rarer, with an annual output of no more than three hundred.

High-quality handkerchiefs are all produced by us, and they are rare to come across.

The embroidery on this handkerchief by Ms. Maya Smith is one of them. The stitching is fine and lifelike.

It's a little wasteful to use it to wipe tears, and it's even more heartbreaking to drop it on the ground..."

Xiaodao’s straightforward words shocked Maya Smith.

She likes handmade products that can mark her identity, and handkerchiefs are one of them.

Most people who knew her knew her habits, and many gave her handkerchiefs.

On weekdays, she kept it in the space buckle and didn't take it seriously.

Today, in the middle of her acting, she casually pulled out a handkerchief from the space buckle without paying much attention to it.

Who would have thought that she would actually draw a treasure.

What she didn't expect was that there was such a knowledgeable person among the bosses of the expeditionary force.

It’s really...a mess!