Online Dating Boyfriend Is Actually An Alien

Lu Xing condensed his mind and replied: [What do you think of your brother. 】

Jian Mei’s white face showed the appearance of thinking, and then honestly replied: "I like my brother very much. Slowly, my brother stopped playing with me anymore. After that incident, he completely hated me."

Lu Xingwang grasped the point: [Then what do you think he thinks]

"I think... Brother is not wrong." Jian Mei's white fingers paused on the keyboard, and the answer was in his heart, but it was so difficult to face it. He lowered his eyes and whispered, "If there is no me at home, my brother should It’s going well, and so are parents."

His mother was supposed to be radiant and radiant forever, but he would always see his mother secretly wipe her tears, and even his father, who was always optimistic and cheerful, would always look like a thoughtful queen.

"Sister Mina has only accepted one TV show this year."

"Woo, if my sister has time to make a movie, she must be the Queen of Three Golden Shadows now."

"My sister seems to be haggard a lot in recent years."

Without him, my mother's career would be better, and my father would be happier. If it were not for him, my brother would not have an accident, nor would he stand up when his grandfather asked questions: "Nanny asks for leave, Changchang one. Where were you when people were at home?"

"I had a fever that day."

"He almost caused a lung infection. Shencheng and I were in the hospital."

"Dad, I'm sorry..."

Nine-year-old Jian Mei stood in the upstairs corner, watching her mother crying in the living room downstairs, crying into tears, watching her father's frowning brows and grandpa sighing helplessly, realizing for the first time that he belongs to the family. Burden, everyone is not very happy because of him.

Therefore, you must be obedient and sensible, and it is best not to bother you.

During the chemotherapy, my whole body was trembling with pain, and I couldn't eat during the operation. It is better to die when I am hungry. But he is not the only one who is difficult, everyone is very hard.

"Ambiguous, does it hurt?"

"Is it uncomfortable?"

He gently shook his head, looked at his parents' worried eyes, and pulled out a smile: "It doesn't hurt."

He had a lot of thoughts, he couldn’t tell others, he didn’t want to cause trouble to others, but those things were squeezed into mountains in his heart, bit by bit, very heavy, and then he met Lu Xingwang, one who was willing to listen to him nagging, but He was so calm and wouldn't be affected by his little negative energy. He regarded Lu Xingzuo as a floating boat in the sea of ​​suffering, and he was extremely fortunate.

"Ding Dong"

There was movement from the information terminal.

Lu Xing asked him unexpectedly: [Do you think so?]

[Something has happened irretrievably, blindly immersed in the past, useless self-blame does not have any effect] Lu Xingzuo doesn't say much, but he can point to the point every time: [Recover the loss, stop the loss in time What you should do]

Jian Mei's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a strange feeling appeared in her heart: "Recover the loss..."

Lu Xing said: [Yes]

Jian Mei said helplessly: "But I don't know what to do."

I was very afraid of facing my brother’s disgusting eyes and wanted to get close to him, but I was also afraid of being pushed away again and again. When she was a little older, Jian Changjia had to rely on a high school far away from home to go to the full house, apparently at all. It is inevitable to face everyone in this family.

Jian Mei sometimes even wondered, if he sees himself, his brother will recall some painful past, then he should really be more acquainted and stay away.

He bowed his head at the thought of this, a little sad: "I'm afraid of annoying him."

Lu Xingwang seemed to see through his thoughts, and said briefly and concisely: [He won't bother you]

"Really?" Jian Mei couldn't believe it. He was young and couldn't think of much in his head, so he asked curiously: "Why?"

Lu Xing lied to wake up the person in his dream: [If I really hate you, I won't not hate you after my accident, but also secretly visit you after you are discharged from the hospital]

It seemed that someone finally lifted this layer of yarn.

Maybe Lu Xingwang has never been a master of sentiment analysis, but he is as thin as a silk, and he is good at finding breakthroughs from clues. This is the quality that a good hunter in the plot field should have, and such a person is now guiding children in emotional problems.

[What you have to figure out is that he is like this now, whether he hates you or is afraid that this appearance will be hated by you] Lu Xing reminded him in a reckless way: [Understand? 】

Jian Mei looked at Lu Xingwang's news on the screen, as if being opened up in the New World: "Also, can I have this kind of thinking?"

Lu Xing said quietly: [No wonder you are not good at math. 】

Jian Mei thanked for a shot in the knee, and muttered, "What's the connection?"

[The idea is the same] Lu Xing spoke slowly and methodically: [Prioritize all possibilities to get the most accurate results]

...

Jian Mei was speechless, so she could only obediently: "I know."

Lu Xingwang was very satisfied. For some reason, when Jian Mei stopped drooping and cheering up, he would actually have some relaxation and joy. Unconsciously, Jian Mei could affect his mood? Or do you mean that you are arrogant and ignorant without knowing it?

Realizing this, Lu Xingzuo's brows slowly frowned.

"Ding Dong"

The information terminal rang, and he clicked on.

On the other end is the language sent by Jian Wei, maybe he is really happy. He should be directly facing Mai with the communicator, and his crisp voice with a little smile came clearly: "I want to understand, know what to do Done."

The voice close to the ear is soft, because the microphone is close, with a little spray of wheat, but it is more real, as if you can really feel a clumsy and naive child by the sound, Lu Xing Wang's eyebrows loosened unconsciously, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but then another voice came out, and he clicked it, and the same simple and ambiguous voice: "Thank you, Big Brother."

"..."