There's a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea

Chapter 255

The 23rd dragon scale (6)

Barrage crazy suggests that the anchor look at his photos. Linglong calmly opened another game and told them, "don't think about it. I'm different from you. I'm quite successful in slimming down. At that time, Sailiang will blind your dog's eyes and wait for you to kneel down and sing conquest."

Her previous photos spread widely. Male fans always spoke impolitely in the face of an ugly girl. Now Linglong said that Slimming was quite successful, so she asked her how much she had lost. In fact, some words have been very ugly. I'm afraid a girl with a little courage can't stand it. But Linglong's face doesn't change. Fu Heng crazy gives some cheap bullet screen forbidden word packages on the computer.

He hated those bullet screens and talked about how fat and ugly she was like a cargo. In Fu Heng's opinion, those people were much uglier than Linglong. He sat beside Linglong and said coldly, "if you say others are fat and ugly, you might as well look in the mirror and then look at your passbook."

What do you compare with Linglong one by one? Can you support yourself? Can a person live strong and optimistic? Can you be so strong under countless strange eyes? Shut up if you can't.

Linglong patted him on the shoulder: "don't be angry, I'm not angry."

Fu Heng pursed his thin lips. He knew more than anyone what a painful time it was. Especially, he was not the same as Linglong's environment. Although Linglong was fat, his family still loved her. But Fu Heng... Fu Heng is different. I'm afraid there is only one dog named Dabao who loves him most in the world.

He hates contact with anyone. He doesn't like talking and shaking hands. It's best not to see people all the time. Even if only himself is left in the world, it doesn't matter if he is quiet like dead silence. He saw himself in Linglong, but Linglong was not exactly the same as him. The more he got along with Linglong, the more Fu Heng confirmed this fact. Linglong doesn't really need him. He thinks they are very similar and can snuggle up for warmth. In fact, it's not -- she doesn't need it at all.

Seeing those barrages, Fu Heng disliked them even more. He even wanted to rush into the screen and beat up those who stood talking without back pain and could speak recklessly across an Internet cable. They never know how much harm their casual words can do to a person.

Linglong also found that Fu Heng has social phobia. To be honest, she has lived so long and rarely encountered such a thing that she uses her fat and ugly as a stepping stone... Fu Heng is definitely a freak in the eyes of normal people. He doesn't like beautiful rivers and mountains, and he is not interested in colorful flowers. He likes a person, lonely and lonely, better than being hurt. The more he meets people who amaze his appearance and temperament, the more he hates the crowd.

He thinks he and Linglong are the same kind of people. Linglong can't bear to break his good idea. He just wants to find someone to snuggle up to each other, but where can Linglong have such an idea? She doesn't have seven emotions and six desires at all. She doesn't have human joys and sorrows. Whether others like or hate her can't cause her emotional change.

But Fu Heng is very quiet, handsome, pale and lonely. Linglong is still very good.

Compared with those sand sculpture fans, of course, beautiful men are more important, so they don't prepare after people and broadcast directly at the speed of light. Fu Heng sat quietly. He didn't have much interest in the game, and he didn't like to go out. Linglong read his novels and was curious about how he came up with the magnificent pattern of Huihong. Moreover, most of Fu Heng's protagonists were positive and completely different from himself.

Once before, Fu Heng glanced at Linglong and said, "that's the mainstream."

You write a leading role in the Diablo newspaper. Do you think you can sell it? Do you think it can be published?

He wrote novels not to satisfy his fantasies, but to make a living.

Linglong is very envious. She has only a little money for a month of live broadcasting. Fu Heng sells tens of millions of copyrights. What other animation copyrights, game copyrights, audio novel copyrights... Her eyes are green!

Dabao was lying on the side, yawning from time to time. Fu Heng touched its big head, "I'll go back to rest first and run together tomorrow morning."

Linglong nodded and didn't give him away, but Dabao didn't want to go. Fu Heng dragged him twice and didn't move. Anyway, this smelly dog didn't stay at Linglong's house for the first time, and the fool couldn't.

He lived at the opposite door. When he got home, he didn't bother to turn on the light. He fell on the sofa alone. If his chest didn't fluctuate slightly when breathing, it would be no different from death.

Linglong's live broadcast of those bullet screens, as a housing manager, Fu Heng naturally saw them all, and even saw some ugly ones. Those people attack Linglong's weight and appearance and say some disgusting words. It seems that malice can emerge from the screen, but Linglong never gets angry.

Not like him.

Fu Heng never reads letters from readers or communicates with editors when writing novels. He lives a transparent and lonely life and never pays attention to others. Now he is young, handsome and rich. Beautiful girls come to talk to him when he walks in the street, but his first stop is for a fat girl with more than 200 kilograms.

Now the fat girl is thin, and her facial features are amazing, which makes Fu Heng notice the difference between them. Linglong is very outgoing and publicity. Fu Heng will never be like her.