However, in the end, Wangyue Lin didn't push Wang Quan too hard.
A good woman knew when to relax, and a smart person wouldn't push her too hard.
That wouldn't make you look smarter, but it would only make you look less emotionally intelligent.
Of course, Wang Quan believed that men and women were independent individuals, and they should have their own personalities.
However, Mochizuki Rin, who was a traditional Yamato type of girl, had a different way of thinking from Wang Quan.
Perhaps it was a cultural difference.
Wangyue Lin quit while she was ahead. When Wang Quan came out of the shower, dinner was already prepared on the short table.
There was roasted pork with ginger and rice, a grilled saury for each of them, and a bowl of miso soup.
"Sir, Ouya Smith (good night) ~"
"Good night."
…
"Ha …"
When Wang Quan woke up in the morning, he yawned listlessly.
He hadn't slept well last night.
Because he had a dream.
It seemed to be more than one dream.
He dreamed that he had come to Pudong in the Republic of China and become a rich man in a suit.
At that moment, he realized that he was in a dream.
There were only a few dozen people in the four families, and there were more than four hundred million people in the country during the Republic of China. Wang Quan didn't think he would be lucky enough to become a rich man.
Secondly, he was a firm proletarian, and he was the kind of person who hated the Republic of China. He had fought with those people on the forum when he was young.
It was said that what you think about during the day, you dream at night. Even if he dreamed, he wouldn't dream about transmigrating to the Republic of China.
Even if he went to the Republic of China, he wouldn't be a rich man.
Why would he dream about the Republic of China?
He didn't want to think about it.
Perhaps he really thought about it during the day. After all, Miss An was wearing that style of qipao.
Thus, Wang Quan dreamt that he was having fun every night, and every night he was having fun again.
It was always Shengge.
Tsk, Wang Quan felt that he might be homesick.
However, the faces of the women in qipao were very blurry. Could it be that he had been holding the gun for a few days, and his M1911 had been reloaded?
Forget it. It was a dream anyway, and no one could control him.
Thus, Wang Quan continued to sing.
Shengge changed her methods, and then she changed places.
She continued to sing and sing, and soon she was outside the city.
Then, the horror came.
He discovered that there was nothing outside the city!
Didn't they say that Shanghai was Pudong and Pudong was Shanghai?
The area outside the city was not desolate, but pure darkness.
It was pure black, a black without light.
There was also a multicolored black.
It was as if his mind had been polluted. The whole world was distorted in his eyes, and it made people feel nauseous.
It wasn't that he felt nauseous because he had seen something, but just being there made him feel nauseous.
The only light in the darkness was Old Shanghai behind him.
So he returned to Shanghai.
But this place had changed.
The city was still the same, and the people in the city continued their normal lives.
But they could no longer be called humans.
His clothes were ragged and tattered. It could even be said that his clothes did not cover his body.
However, Wang Quan was not interested in women with excellent figures, because their bodies were all broken bones and disgusting rotten flesh and internal organs.
But they were "alive".
Wang Quan found that he couldn't use any of his abilities. He seemed to have become an ordinary person again.
So he turned around and fled into the darkness.
But the moment he was about to step into the darkness, a hand pulled him from behind.
That hand … was very warm, very soft, and very powerful.
Wang Quan wanted to turn back, but it seemed that he could never turn back.
Then he heard a low cry.
Before he woke up, he also heard a sentence.
"I'm sorry, Ah Quan … Forgive me …"
Then he woke up.
What a strange dream …
He couldn't remember the specific details of the dream.
Wang Quan could only remember that he had only cared about opening the light for the ladies.
It seemed that a girl said something to him?
Tsk, he couldn't remember.
He rubbed his head and stood up.
Wangyue Lin had already put on her school uniform and apron and was preparing breakfast and lunch in the kitchen.
Hearing the movement, she turned around with a smile. "Good morning, Sir. You can wash up first. You can eat later … Did something happen to you?"
Seeing the girl's surprised expression, Wang Quan raised an eyebrow. "No, what's wrong?"
"You are crying." Wangyue Lin pointed at her face and then turned around. "You can wash up first. You can eat breakfast when you come out."
Sir might have something on his mind, and a good woman shouldn't pursue it.
Moreover, men wouldn't want others to see them crying.
She chose to avoid this matter.
Wang Quan didn't understand. When he entered the bathroom, he found that something was indeed wrong.
His reflection in the mirror on the sink was indeed crying.
It wasn't the tears that came from yawning after waking up, but the real kind of tears.
But now it looked a little funny.
Because Wang Quan wasn't that kind of person.
Although he would occasionally pretend to be a hipster, he was actually a relatively cheerful person.
When was the last time he cried?
Hmm … It was a few days before he transmigrated, when he was watching "Garland Under the High Mountain" alone on the computer.
But now, the expression on his face was that of a dead fish staring at his bad luck. Crying with this expression?
It didn't match at all.
Wang Quan tried to control himself, but found that he couldn't control it at all.
So he used the dark-red mist to control his tears.
After washing his face, he gave up on controlling the dark-red mist.
Sure enough, he stopped crying.
After washing up, eating breakfast and changing his clothes, he left the house with Wangyue Lin.
"They're gone."
Seeing the two of them leave Ningyue Manor through the window, Bai Xiyao crossed her arms and said unhappily, "I gave you the dream last night, and you're still unhappy? It's mine tonight. "
An Wanying frowned and said faintly, "Only in the first half of the night, Mr. Wang and I were sweet and lovey-dovey. But in the second half of the night … maybe I discovered Mr. Wang's secret. He may not have been an ordinary person before he met me."
"Hmm?" Bai Xiyao stood up straight and sat cross-legged on the tatami. "What happened?"
"I recreated the original city and played with Mr. Wang. I wanted to see if I could help him recover his past memories."
Miss An blushed. Obviously, she had changed a lot of the plot.
At least the football match didn't start so early, and it was a 1v2, not 1vn.
"Then, when he was about to leave the city, something went wrong."
Miss An's expression was serious. "At that time, I seemed to have touched something, and my control over Mr. Wang's dream was directly taken away."
"Hmm? How is that possible! "
Bai Xiyao was really serious this time.
Although An Wanying was more inflexible in the use of her abilities, it was because she had too little experience. In essence, universal mythical creatures were existences that could perfectly control their own essence.
Someone that could take away An Wanying's authority to enter the dream …
Even if An Wanying was defenseless, it would be difficult for the other party to do so. And the weakest one was also a universal mythical creature.
And his understanding of his own essence was much stronger than An Wanying's.
But Bai Xiyao had been waiting by the side and didn't feel any other 'person' coming.
The other party was stronger than her?
There was no such thing.
There was no specific difference in strength between universal mythical creatures.
If she couldn't sense it … the source must be within Wang Quan's body!
Bai Xiyao frowned. "What is the other party?"
"I don't know." An Wanying was lost in her memories.
She narrowed her eyes, black and red swirling in them. "But it seems to have nothing to do with birds."
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