Serious people who keep a diary

You said, with him like this, why should I be nice to him? "

Lin Feng's normally easy-to-use brain got stuck, and it took him a long time to finally turn around with difficulty: "But, he likes you."

Then Lin Fengqi saw that Fang Huai's expression was like riding a roller coaster in just two seconds, from dementia to incredulity, and finally to a livid face as if he was about to vomit in the next second.

He seemed to have been humiliated, and growled: "You deliberately disgusted me, didn't you?!"

Lin Fengqi hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth, but didn't think about what to say.

There was something faintly beating in his head, as if telling him to retreat quickly.

Fang Huai: "Tell me, the way someone likes someone is to deliberately print out sixteen copies of photos of others crying like an idiot as a birthday present for them?! Don't ask why it is sixteen copies, because that's me 16th birthday! Damn!"

During this resounding "rely", Lin Fengqi's brain crashed.

He finally knew what was wrong, what was missing.

Among all the events in Fang Huai's narration, none of them can be related to "love".

It's a lot of "hate".

At that moment, Lin Fengqi seemed to see outer space.

Is it still too late for the R&D department to develop a smart spaceship that leaves the galaxy?

It's a fucking thing that humans have imaginations.

The author has something to say:

It’s ok, you’re dead, just get used to it, don’t forget you still have a diary (pat Xiaolin on the shoulder

I came with a big fat badge (peaceful