002 Only then did I remember that there was something else. I had been immersed in excitement and forgot.

If you don’t check, you won’t know. If you check, you will be shocked.

"Favority 100?!!"

“???”

Mo Lin shook his hand and some tea splashed out.

Ranbai's eyebrows and eyes were a little lighter: "Why are you tired of your hands and feet?"

It's not his fault.

It's weirdly dyed white.

Mo Lin stared at her in a terrifying manner and asked 002: "Are you sure?"

“…It’s really 100.”

Does Ranbai like him so much?!

Could it be that Ranbai had a deep love for him in the morning?

Just embarrassed to say it?

That won’t work!

He is a kind person, he can't be a third person!

But because the other party loves him so much, he can't agree reluctantly...

002 said strangely: "But... the upper limit has become infinity."

"?"

"Don't doubt it's true."

"Is there still a negative infinity?"

Molin has never heard of any guide like this, the upper limit is one hundred.

“It’s true…”

Mo Lin's face froze, just like eating shit.

Ranbai loves him?

No.

Ranbai wished he could die!

"You don't seem to be very happy." Ranbai looked at him and said in a flat voice.

"I'm not very happy with the keen eyes of sir," Mo Lin said bluntly, "because I thought of a fool."

Ranbai smiled and said, "Is that true?"

Mo Lin smiled and said nothing: "Yes."

The two had a brief confrontation.

"Sir, have tea." Mo Lin poured her tea, walked down from the couch, and personally stopped to the front of the Ranbai face for her. With a slight contact, a strand of long hair fell on the man's military uniform, his hands were soft and boneless, and his voice was charming.

No matter how many times you hear it, this sound can make Mo Lin sick.

"Stay away."

A cold voice sounded.

Mo Lin said oh, took a step back, and said artificially: "My hair!"

A strand of hair happened to hook on the golden buttons of the young marshal's military uniform, and the black hair was wrapped around it, revealing an indescribable sense of ambiguity.

"Sir, let's be patient for a while, I will untie my hair." Mo Lin said considerately.

Ranbai reached out to block it, and met the cup of tea that Mo Lin was still holding. Mo Lin fell down lightly and deliberately.

Scalding her to death!!!

In an instant.

Tea splashed out.

At that critical moment!

Ranbai reached out and knocked over the hot tea cup, and all the tea water sprinkled on the ground.

"Sir, are you okay? They didn't do it on purpose." Mo Lin asked with great concern.

Not scalded to death.

What a pity.

"It's okay, I believe you." Ranbai's voice was low and affectionate, his eyes were cold, and he stared at him.

What is this attitude?

This is not normal!

never mind.

Anyway, Ranbai is not a normal person.

Mo Lin and she looked at each other a few times, and the distance was a little close. The cold and delicate face was reflected in her eyes. The peach blossom eyes were heartless, the black and white were dark, and the bottomless, which attracted people to explore.

He calmed down and slowly wanted to get out his hair. Before his fingertips touched the young man's button, his wrist was firmly held.

"Why do you need to do this?"

The man said gentlely.

The voice was typing into the eardrums word by word, as if a lover was humming, causing trembling.

However, the strength in his hands did not restrain at all, and Mo Lin felt that his wrist bones were about to be crushed.

Black leather gloves cover a woman's wrist, so it's a taboo.

"If you want to tear it apart, I will just say it."

Mo Lin had no expression on his face, adjusted his tone, coughed several times before he accurately grasped the clamp sound: "It hurts~"

"There is something even more painful."

When Mo Lin finished speaking, he had not taken any action yet. Ranbai coldly pulled down the hair wrapped around the buttons and pulled down dozens of them.

Mo Lin felt a pain in his scalp.

Lying. Groove?!

Pulled off?!!

He became bald?!

The several black hairs were thrown to the ground, and their hands wearing black gloves gently stroked the woman's hair, and their voice was low and beautiful: "I'm in a good mood today and want to cut your hair."

“No need.”

He is in his beautiful age and doesn't want to become a bald man.

Ranbai threw the man away, his movements were light, and he stood up. The golden tassels on his shoulders hang down, shaking left and right, exuding an elegant and noble feeling. He walked towards the dressing table and casually took out a pair of scissors.

"How do you think of this scissor?"

"Not really." Mo Lin subconsciously covered his head and couldn't laugh anymore. It was incredible, "You're really here?!"

"A gentleman's words are as good as he can."

"What kind of gentleman are you?"

"Miss, offended." The young handsome man walked slowly towards him, with a handsome appearance and accidentally injured himself, his badge was sharp in color, and he was holding a pair of scissors in his hand.

"I don't!!!"

Having a thick hair is the last stubbornness!

Screams soon came from the room, extremely desolate and creepy.

Passers-by looked at each other.

"This sound...is it sister?"

"To be honest, I just saw the young coach..."

The two of them looked at each other and said in fear.

"Oh my God, so cruel!"

"What are you playing?"

"The young coach is powerful."

"My sister is weak and I don't know if she can afford it."

As they said that, the girls blushed on their own, restraining the urge to listen to the corner and running away.
To be continued...