Shen Hou can appear here. There are many reasons for traveling and meeting friends.
But the appearance of Miss Shen Jiasan here is a bit intriguing...
After all, she had just met Yi Hong, and she would know if she wanted to check.
So she can only choose to escape!
Walk to the corner of the corridor and walk a few steps to the arched door. Seeing victory is in sight, there is a sudden sound of footsteps, from far to near...
Chu Yujiang hurried over after receiving the call and ran into Ling Yun head-on, "What's the situation?"
"Do you see a waiter wearing a cheongsam?"
"Everywhere."
Ling Yun: "..."
"However, there is only one way to the lobby from here, and I didn't see anyone else when I came over."
In other words, if people go out from here, as long as they don't use flying, or know how to escape from the ground, they must still be in this place!
Ling Yun's eyes lit up, Chu Yujiang had already closed the hanging arch door one step ahead of him, and Shen Wei became the soft-shelled turtle that hadn't had time to escape from the urn!
"Is it fun?" The man Shen Lin's voice came from behind himself, a bit of joking in secret.
Shen Hou's neck stiffened for a while, then slowly turned his head, the man's smiley face came into view, the big palm was still on her shoulders and had not moved away, the bones were distinct, and there was a small red mole on the tiger's mouth.
"Miss San, let's meet again." The tone of teasing the prey without a rush.
"... Hi, it's a coincidence." Shen Hun turned to face him, the man's hand fell to nothing, and she turned back to her side. She raised a smile, but her eyes suppressed defensiveness. The vigilant light flashed by, which happened to be defended by Quan Ting. Catch it right.
"It's a coincidence indeed," the man approached, "Maybe this is the fate between me and you-out of Ningcheng, how did China meet again?"
Shen Hun raised his eyes, and happened to crash into the opponent's Shen Xie pupils, as if his soul was also being sucked in.
She tilted her head slightly and looked away first, leaving the man with an indifferent profile.
The girl's complexion is white, her chin is pointed, her eyelashes are very long, with curly arcs, and her lips are pale cherry pink.
Slender and graceful, there is nothing without exquisiteness.
It was supposed to be pitiful, like a soft white rabbit, innocent and harmless, but those eyes reflected the sharpness untimely, like hiding two swords, directly destroying this softness.
The lower jaw was slightly raised, and a sharp arc was drawn in the air-this is the real her!
Without any pity and love, she has her own claws and armor.
"What do you want?" She looked into the distance, her eyes indifferent when she was not smiling.
Quan Hanting stretched out his hand and clasped her chin before Shen Hun struggled. The tentacles were warm, and the rough fingertips were close to the delicate skin, soft that a man had never touched before.
"Should I ask you this sentence? Dignified Miss Shen Jiasan, who ran all the way to Beihai, but pretended to be a waiter in a restaurant pouring tea and water. What does this mean?"
"It's called cosplay, role-playing, understand?" Shen Hou endured the discomfort from his jaw and was forced to face the man face to face, with a strong smell of smoke lingering from his nose, "That's right, six Uncle’s age, I don’t know how to play games for little girls."
"What kind of age is this age?" His eyes were half-squinted, and his tone instantly became dangerous.
"Of course it is the'age' of the'handful of age'. After all, I call you uncle."
"I'm old to irony?"
"Aren't you old?" Shen Hou asked back.
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Liu Ye roared: Not old! Not old at all!
Hyoubori: Heh... man.
There are two more updates. Tonight, I will make up the updates that I owe you, but it may be a bit late. I suggest you get up tomorrow morning~