Cang Qi snorted, and stared at him coldly: "I know you only treat Cardamom as your sister. I just want to remind you that Cardamom doesn't really treat you as an older brother. If you really have a conscience, you will be like this in the future. Don't care about things (qingqing)!"

"The third master is really joking. I don't know how many years I have lost such an expensive thing as conscience." Yin Ze took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, raised his eyebrows and handed it to Cang Qi.

Cang Qi glanced, but did not answer.

Yin Ze didn't change his face (color) and put the cigarette rejected by Cang Qi into his mouth, pressed his lips, and lit the fire.

Amidst the smoke, the man said lazily: "If you can't catch a girl, you have to find the reason from your own (身sh　n), don't always get involved with others."

"I'm going to you!"

"Who in your circle doesn't know, don't make me look like a sage. If you didn't hang her, could she not give me a chance?"

Speaking of this, Cang Qi's eyes spit out fire.

He really doubted whether Cardamom was so nearsighted as a manga with thousands of degrees. How could a scumbag like Yin Ze stay so reluctant to leave it now? !

The key point is that he didn't dare to say bad things about Yin Ze in front of Cardamom. Just when he knew that the person Cardamom couldn't let go of was Yin Ze, he organized five folders of Yin Zehei history and sent it over...

As a result, he was splashed with a cup of pearl ((奶Nai)n　i) tea by cardamom, and I didn’t talk to him for more than five months without saying anything! Little half a year! His whole world is gloomy!

The smoke enveloped Yin Ze's (qing) emotion in his eyes. He flicked the soot and his voice was low: "She has never confessed to me. How did you tell me to refuse?"

Cang Qi was speechless.

Yin Ze pinched the cigarette and said lightly: "Cardamom looks soft and easy to handle, but she actually has her own thoughts. The harder you are, the more prepared she will be. However, I also want to remind you," Mou ( (Laughter) took a bit of seriousness and fierceness: "If you like her, you have to give her the future. The mess of porridge in your Cang family is what she promised. Do you dare to marry her?"

Cang Qi: "..."

Stop talking.

Yin Ze stretched out his arms, grabbed a comic book in the passenger seat, and threw it to Cang Qi through the window.

"Take a good look at how the hero in the comics fell in love (爱　i), I'm leaving, I'm not with you."

Cang Qi glanced down at the cover of the manga. He was very familiar with it. There were also more than 100 copies in his family.

Which comic of his Xiao Tang Dou hasn't read it?

When he never studied?

Not yet, the manga heroes under his little jelly bean brush are all self-made paupers, sending spinach, fruit, and dog’s tail flowers...

Besides, he doesn't have the aura of a manga hero, so there are so many opportunities to get close to the heroine!

Otherwise, what else would he chase after? Wouldn't it be better to cook mature rice with raw rice?

Cang Qi was depressed. The phone in his pocket rang, he (touching Mo) came out and glanced at the caller ID, his eyes (color) suddenly became cold, his fingers slid to the side and hung up.

He raised his head and glanced at the door of the Doukou’s family complex, and sighed silently. When he turned (body sh　n) to leave, a black (colored) sedan stopped in front of him, and two cars got down people.

"The Third Young Master, please come over, please come, please come with us."

His big brother is really (yin) lingering!

Determined to drive him through the muddy water!

Cang Qi touched her tongue to the cheeks, and followed them into the car with anger in her heart.

In an inconspicuous car a few miles away, a man wearing masks and sunglasses used a binoculars to observe for a while, until the car carrying Cang Qi completely disappeared, he took out his cell phone and called Cang Yehan.

"Sixth Young Master, the eldest young master just sent someone to pick up the Third Younger."

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