[MTL] Hera's Modern Life ✔

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I have n’t been drunk so drunk in my previous life and in this life. I ’ve seen how Aris played in private. This guy used to look like Aphrodite when he was on Mount Olympus. There is no other goddess who can look into the eyes. The usual hobby is killing except fighting. I didn't expect to evolve after getting to the world. Fortunately, he is the God of War, not a human being. Otherwise, according to this exciting gameplay, no matter how strong the human race is, it will be finished in less than three years. Anyway, when I finally got drunk and could n’t get a clear score, when he was lifted upstairs, he seemed to be in a mess with five or six women, screaming and moaning even the 80-year-old man could n’t stand it. .

Well, fortunately, I ’m not an 80-year-old man, I ’m an 8-million-year-old old lady, so except thinking with the last hint of reason, “Ah, this kid used to be so messed up, I used to pretend to be before me” nothing.

I grabbed the messy hair and got up from the bed. After getting drunk, the heroine in the general novel must find that there is a handsome man or president who has no bed clothes on the bridge section beside him. I was a little disappointed to find the slippers, wash my face and brush my teeth. Lou, unsurprisingly saw Ares sitting at the table in the restaurant below for breakfast. The overnight indulgence did not leave any traces of tiredness on his face. There is no way, people are the **** of war, physical strength can not be said, a few human women do not pay attention to it.

"Eat this early in the morning, your appetite is really good."

Unlike him, my body is still 100% pure human, and the hangover is not awake. When I saw the steak on his plate, I was disgusted. I walked away and took a few sips of the orange juice. I turned my head and saw a cigarette in the middle. Young man sitting on the sofa on the side, holding a lighter in his hand, a dementia.

"Who is this?" I asked.

"My agent." He answered with lack of interest, taking a big bite of steak.

I puffed out the juice in my mouth and was choked with coughing, and a small half of it flew to his face. He was not angry, and all the slow and clean napkins were wiped off, and I was white. I coughed and laughed because, no matter what I thought, Ares and the agent could not be linked. If I told him five hundred years ago, son, you will have a broker in the future. Even if I were his mother, he would definitely turn his face in public.

Perhaps it is rare to see Ares ’s “gentle” side. The “agent” was even more frightened. He kept holding a lighter and forgot to light a cigarette. Finally, he was burned to the finger and screamed out, his pain was straight Shake hands.

I nodded at the poor agent. I could n’t help but imagine that he was making up for me and Ares. But since Ares wants to play games on earth, I certainly do n’t want to block him. Anyway, he is really good to me.

"You talk slowly, I'll go over there."

Saying hello, I walked slowly to the study next door and sat for a while. The quarrel next door made me want to hear nothing. It's a quarrel, but it's just that Ares is roaring unilaterally. The agent's uncle has always been promised. It seems that they have a disagreement about the timing of the concert or the meeting. With a chill, I tried to imagine Ares singing on the stage and sitting in a circle of crazy fans, and finally gave up in failure. I saw a photo album of him on the table. I picked it up and turned it over. I was shocked to find that I had actually seen him and also saw his MV on TV. However, because he was too visual, and I was completely uninterested in this kind of noisy music, which caused Hera ’s memory to come back and did not notice that the guy who painted the eyeshadow was his own son.