We drank the same flavor of juice, fate. "
The drink was handed over by a beautiful white hand, he took it, and looked at the young man who was half his head short in front of him. His eyes fell on the dimples exposed by him, startled, something vaguely flashed in his mind, his hand was more than his consciousness. He grabbed the opponent's hand faster and held it firmly.
"Huh?" The young man glanced at his hand suspiciously, his smile stiffened, and kindly reminded him, "Mr., you seem to have used the wrong way to take a drink."
Di Qiuhe suddenly felt that the word drink is a bit harsh, and he swears by his acting skills that he has honed in his acting career for more than ten years. Just now, there is absolutely a flash of emotion similar to "this person is mentally retarded" in the eyes of the young man.
interesting.
He raised his mouth unconsciously, took off the sunglasses from his face, glanced at the camera hanging on the young man's neck, and smiled, "Are you a paparazzi?"
"… what?"
"I can let you make news."
"What? Sir, can you let go? You probably made a mistake with me—"
"But you have to promise me one condition, but before we negotiate the condition, we have to exercise a little bit."
"Whhhhhh! How come so many people come here?!"
He drove the people out of the shop, deliberately ignored the car parked at the door waiting for him, ran toward the strange street, looked back at the surprised and angry young man with round eyes, smiling, "Because I am Di Qiuhe."
The young man who passively followed him was so angry when he heard this answer, he roared, "Who are you, what does it have to do with me! Let go! I have to go to the mountain to take a night view, and I have no time to play escape games with you!"
"It's late." He cocked his mouth, squeezed his grasping hand, and led people into an alley. He was happier than ever before—he seemed to have lost something in his dream, but now, he felt that he had lost something. I found it back.
Life is over halfway, but feelings are never too late.
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PS: The extravaganza is over, see you in the next book, little angels! [So Junchen X Xu Ying's fanfare still didn't come out, and the Qiuhe turned into a bird fanfare, which a little angel asked before, also died. I'm sorry for you, bow and hug!
PS again: Cheeky begging for a catch. The new article will be updated after a few days of rest. The specific time will be notified on Weibo. Weibo ID will not play chess and chess. Welcome to pay attention, love everyone, okay!
PS again: Thank you for accompany me to complete the story of Qiuqiu and Xiaobai. Thank you for your encouragement and support. Thank you for all your suggestions. Thank you for tolerating my never-for-never ending notice and grind. , I am ashamed, I will pay more attention to it in the future, thank you all, love little angels, hug you! What?=3=