The teenager stopped and whispered, seeing the little girl flipping over her bag, taking out the paper and pen, brushing what she wrote, and then picking it up and showing it to him.

"tomorrow"

He paused.

Under the cover of the black jacket, the finger touched the pocket and touched a small PPK pistol. He remembered the action of tomorrow, but his face had no expression, and the voice was dull.

The girl was overjoyed and took a note.

Mu Yan stepped away, black clothes lined with the skeleton of the young white, careless, light and beautiful pupil, like a wind carrying snow.

Yu Chu returned to the room, but on the road, he met the grandmother, and suddenly he was surprised and wrote:

"I haven't slept so late."

The dean smiled, "just that, is it your boyfriend who told me?"

Yu Chuyi, immediately thought of it, the original owner in order to let the dean reassured, lying that he has a boyfriend. Just the man sent himself back, and happened to let the dean see it, but there is no way to explain it.

She had no choice but to nod.

The dean smiled even more. "Little Chu, bring it back, let my grandmother see you?"

Yu Chu had no choice but to nod.

The happiness of the elderly is the most important.

Yu Chu went to sleep with a light, and woke up very early the next day, simply made a few small cakes.

Originally, I thought about making an appointment. I just made a few small cakes, but after being inadvertently seen by the dean, I was smiling with a look like "I understand how I understand."

"..."

After school, she took the cake to the nightclub where she worked, but after work, she did not wait for someone to come.

Standing alone for a while, I felt that I couldn't wait. She raised her eyebrows and picked up the cake.

Hey.

Don't pull it down and eat it yourself.

At the same time, the killer's dark boots stepped on the railing, and the sniper rifle was lightly received, and the beautiful scorpion squinted at the bell tower not far away.

It seems to be late today.

He threw a large gun into the guitar bag for camouflage, touched the small gun at the waist, went down the stairs of the clock tower, pulled the backpack strap with one hand, and hooked the PPK trigger with one hand.

There was a black shadow flashing downstairs. He tipped his head slightly, his finger picked up the trigger and the gun fell in his hand.

While the other's bullets were rubbing against the cheeks, PPK's bullets also accurately penetrated the enemy's eyebrows.

Walking down the clock tower, Mu Yan took off the black gloves and suddenly stopped and looked down - no blood.

He threw the gloves and went into the night.

At one o'clock in the morning, the sky was dark. When Mu Xi came to the familiar place, he saw the petite girl standing on the steps of the back door. After a while, he slammed his feet and shook the voice-activated lights on his head.

He walked slowly.

Yu Chu turned back and saw only a pair of long legs that were against the sky. The guitar carrying bag looked like a cracked sky, but it was still cold and careless.

She grinds her teeth.

The teenager walked down the steps and reached for the railing. He turned it straight down from the bottom. The light-colored scorpion looked at her and groaned slightly.

Yu Chu's gaze swept over the guitar bag. Looking at the exquisite appearance of the man, the street lamp hit the high-pitched shadow of the nose, the eyelashes flickered, it looked cold and cold, and there was a mysterious danger.

Something is fascinating, but the boy leans slightly, and the eyes under the eyelashes look straight at her, "Im?"

Yu Chu blinked his eyes and watched him rise straight again, looking at her in a dull light. The voice was consistently low and low. "Sorry, it’s late."

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PS: The soft cute person has changed, and the wife’s painting style seems to be unable to change...