The other party lowered his head, glanced at the two fingers, and then at Gu Luoqi's serious expression.
"What's wrong?"
Gu Luoqi lowered his voice and asked a very fatal question: "Do you hate her skin, or do you hate her... soul."
"……What?"
Bo Jinyan looked puzzled.
"Just answer me." Gu Luoqi asked while looking at the person in the passenger seat.
Bo Jinyan had a question mark on his head and looked at her in confusion.
"ah?"
Gu Luoqi coughed, lowered his voice confidently, and then asked: "Your answer."
Bo Jinyan's expression became even weirder.
What kind of strange problems are these?
But thinking about it, Gu Luoqi seems to have asked this kind of strange question more than once.
I also asked last time...
Gu Luoqi was dissatisfied with his silence, and his face suddenly wrinkled.
Bo Jinyan panicked and immediately said, "I hate them all."
"ah?"
The corners of Gu Luoqi's eyes twitched hard twice, and her expression became a little strange: "Why did her appearance offend you?"
She can understand that the soul cannot accept it.
But why can’t she accept her appearance? She’s not ugly either! Bo Jinyan, a bastard, has such good eyesight. Why do you think even her appearance is unacceptable?
Bo Jinyan blinked and stared at her in a daze.
"What's wrong with you? Did I...did I say anything wrong?" He thought carefully, and his answer was perfect!
Gu Luoqi looked like he was going to hack him to death.
"No." Gu Luoqi took a deep breath, suddenly grabbed him by the collar, smiled slightly, and said, "You have really good taste."
After saying that, she carefully straightened the man's collar, with an extremely gentle and approachable smile.
But as soon as he let go of his hand, his face turned particularly ugly.
Bo Jinyan: "..."
He blinked, his face full of confusion.
Gu Luoqi held her chin depressed and looked at the sky outside. She was really depressed. She was quite confident in her face, but why did she become so miserable in Bo Jinyan's eyes?
Depressed, really depressed!
Gu Luoqi was unhappy all the way.
After getting off the bus, I still felt depressed.
Bo Jinyan thought about it all the way, but couldn't figure out what was going on.
He glanced at Gu Luoqi, confused.
Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore and asked the driver beside me: "Where did I say something wrong?"
"...Huh?" The driver, a monk who was also two feet tall, was confused. He thought carefully and shook his head: "I don't know either. Master, your answer is a template."
It's not just a template, it's simply a ceiling.
"Then why does she look unhappy?" This is what Bo Jinyan doesn't understand.
The driver laughed awkwardly: "Well, how do I know this? I don't know. Miss Gu can't be angry because that girl is indeed beautiful, but you said she's not beautiful, right?"
This is a mouthful to say.
But Bo Jinyan's understanding ability is top-notch.
So, he quickly understood what was going on.
After he understood it, his face became even darker: "She's not that boring!"
The driver looked like he had done something wrong and lowered his head.
What else could it be because of?
"How about you go and ask Miss Gu directly?" the driver asked tentatively.