Is the Evil God Me?

For those politicians who are habitually silent, often play tai chi and riddlers, Lynn's social interactions often reveal a sharp and precise taste.

Efficient and direct, except for things that involve the bottom line, you can open up the chat, seek common ground while reserving differences, and exchange and bind interests, so that both parties in the chat can feel more at ease.

If this kind of social interaction is not matched by strength, it will appear a bit arrogant, or it is a bit biased towards the model of the initial stage of the Labour Party, but now this pragmatic style is lacking, probably dragged by the civil servants of 10 Tyra Street. Out of that kind of aristocratic cumbersome obscurity.

Leonardo was also a young man.

After the initial discomfort of the conversation, he quickly caught up to Lynn's rhythm. It was a bit novel for such a straightforward conversation. After all, there was nothing so novel and close to the nature in his education. Yes, all that is required is red tape etiquette and communication.

Especially if it is cultivated as a courtesan

Leonardo couldn't help but envy Lynn, at least this elf-like boy met the countess, and he was a rare superior.

The two soon talked about each other's childhood sweethearts, because according to rumors, the two young people who were compared with each other had a common point of affectionate childhood sweethearts, so this common topic became their happy conversation. topic.

Probably because the contact suffered more stimulation, Leonardo sat on the ground with some disregard for his image. That inadvertently revealed street gangster temperament similar to the eldest sister's head made Lynn affirm that this son of the Labour Party was really from a poor family before, otherwise he would not go to the streets to seek a living.

"Seriously, Mr. Lynn, I envy you very much, very, very much"

Leaning on the big tree beside Lynn's head, the son of the Labour Party felt a sense of ease and comfort at this time. The bright moonlight filtered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, as if a series of crystals had been sprinkled on his body. What can't be forgotten is the despair and relief in Aya's eyes when he stood in front of him and chose to cut his own throat in desperation.

Even if Mr. Leonardo was a gentleman, he couldn't save a desperate girl who had to defile him with his own blood.

If Lynn knew what happened, he would definitely not be able to resist saying, good people deserve to be pointed at guns?

"Compared to you, I'm like a clown with misfortunes and failures written all over the place. I just want to climb higher, high enough to show off, and let the rotten-smelling old laureates know that he has What I stole from my side, sooner or later I will be able to **** it back."

This is a story of cuckolds and counter-kills. Leonardo is obviously not a cuckold slave. He dreams of regaining his first love.

first love.

Everyone's best original intention, that person's incident left the deepest traces in their hearts, and they can't be forgotten even if they want to. At most, with time, slowly because of reality, etc., I chose to be indifferent and choose to reconcile with myself.

Lynn knew that Leonardo was in a bad mood at the moment.

The environment here is just right. After he came to express his thanks, he couldn't help but want to express his inner feelings. As for Leonardo's dog-licking or bewildering behavior, Lynn was very sensible and didn't let him give up. He didn't say anything and just chatted with him. Men are willing to accompany you to talk about some things. Sometimes, they don’t want you to understand and support him, but they just want to find someone to talk about. After the rest, he still has to go back and fight by himself.

Sometimes, it is extremely uncomfortable to hold back the words in your heart. If you don’t find someone to spit it out, you will easily turn yourself into a pervert.

first love

When Lynn felt the word, his already stable consciousness couldn't help but be disturbed. Of course he had a first love too, but it was Lynn's and Lynn Moriarty's. And Sophia obviously belongs to the latter, but for the former, the impression of that woman in his memory has always been lingering.

It's not too beautiful, and there have been sweet words. The only regret is that she chose to leave that world by herself, live as brilliant as summer flowers, and die as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.

In Lynn's words at the time, it was nothing short of romantic.

But there is also a lot of sadness and regret.

It's like Sherlock's guiding ability, which can guide a person to different emotional states. If it was Lynn before the time-travel, he would have dreamed of it, but looking at it now, it is only a slight touch. In the magical world, the roar of steam reminded him that he no longer needed that thing, no longer.

It was as if he was sitting on a boat and drifting with the flow. Lynn, who swayed regularly, closed his mouth at some point, showing an unprecedented pure smile, narrowed his eyes peacefully and comfortably, and listened to Leonor quietly. Donna swore and complained as if drunk. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

He can't forget his childhood sweetheart.

Even if the other party is no longer the her in the past, but in his heart, he still comforts himself everything, they just haven't seen each other for too long, she is bound by that hateful man, as long as he saves her like a prince charming, everything will be fine.

The nagging Leonardo mentioned Aya again, he thought they were friends, and he could help her. But the hard truth hit him hard.

"Mr. Lynn, thank you for listening to my nonsense." Leonardo said apologetically when it finally stopped.

"No, it's not nonsense, I got a good story." At the same time, she also inspired her thoughts about the blurred figure, and she became alive again in Lynn's memory.

All in all, it's been decades

"I think I should say goodbye." Getting up from the ground and patting the grass clippings on his butt, Leonardo's relationship with Lynn was invisibly closer in this self-exposing style.

They may now be barely able to be called friends.

"If it weren't for thanking you, I wouldn't make this trip, but to relax."

Leonardo's jokes seemed a lot more natural after making Lynn his friend.

"Then you have to find a good girl." Lin En joked with great interest. Through the moonlight, he saw the chill on the handsome guy's face. It seemed that the village girl, Aya, left him with a bad feeling. small traces.

Lynn suddenly thought of a certain driving loli, and couldn't help but imitate her tone and then drive.

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