Ling Yan was standing in front of the KTV. Today is a dinner for Ling Yan's photography club.
There was a man leaning against the guardrail, his eyes drooping, his fingers moving quickly on his mobile phone, exuding an aura of not getting close to strangers, which Ling Yan noticed immediately.
In fact, Ling Yan and the others have noticed it, because the man is right next to the exit.
Men are not good-looking, at most they are sharp-edged. Perhaps because of the movement, the man shot Ling Yan's eyes with indifference, which was indifference to life.
Vision, attached to the man's fatal attraction, like Manjushahua.
It's not just Ling Yan who thinks this way, people who have a good time with Chen Ning are all asking for news about the man. But Chen Ning did not even disclose his name.
Ling Yan was a little upset, but Ling Yan and Chen Ning didn't get along very well, because Lin Lie didn't like him very much, and Lin Lie was one of Ling Yan's few friends. I can't take the liberty to ask, I'm a little disappointed, this person is different from all the people Ling Yan has come into contact with, and Ling Yan is eager to find out because of his curiosity.
"This guy is much more honest than his brother." Lin Lie's voice sounded.
This guy can always see things that Ling Yan can't see, Ling Yan is used to it.
"He's a very interesting person, isn't he?" Ling Yan thought about his eyes and said excitedly. Beside him is a young man who is as excited as Ling Yan. This kind of person only exists in novels, but suddenly appearing in front of him, how can one not be excited. He was reminiscent of a gangster.
Lin Lie glanced at Ling Yan incredulously.
Lin Lie is different from Ling Yan, he is a real noble son, with indescribable elegance in his gestures, like an orchid. Ling Yan is the only child in the family, and his father always loves Ling Yan more.
There was something wrong with Lin Lie today, but manzhushahua was always more attractive than orchids, Ling Yan didn't care too much, and even if Ling Yan asked, Lin Lie might not tell Ling Yan.
Was put pigeons. Make an appointment with someone today to shoot some dark corners, those things are always eye-catching.
It's courageous to ask someone out, but Ling Yan has already arrived, and that person suddenly called and said he couldn't come.
Lin Lie also hadn't seen anyone for a few days, Ling Yan encouraged herself, and went by herself, there was nothing to be afraid of.
Smoking, soliciting, fighting, drunk, Ling Yan regretted it a little, and this regret came from the fear of everything in front of her eyes.
things you've never touched.
Holding the camera, Ling Yan was about to sneak away. In front of a small alley, there was a big wall. Ling Yan secretly said that something was wrong, and turned her head to leave. At some point, there was another wall behind her.
The two walls slowly approached Ling Yan.
"Boy, I want to leave without taking something to respect your grandpa Ling Yan"
Ling Yan wanted to hand over all the money on her body to avoid a beating, but she stubbornly refused to be so useless.
The fist had already landed on the body, Ling Yan kicked it down in pain, another person pulled Ling Yan's hand away and took the camera away, Ling Yan wanted to pounce on it, but Ling Yan didn't dare to remember the pain.
They searched Ling Yan's money, but luckily the mobile phone and documents were not stolen. Ling Yan was ashamed of her own thoughts in an instant. Ling Yan didn't know what Ling Yan's silent resistance at the beginning was useless. Thinking that her body has already jumped on a person viciously, hitting and biting him like a shrew, Ling Yan thought to herself mockingly.
In the end, he was pushed away, Ling Yan curled up and was ready to punch, Ling Yan just didn't want Ling Yan's resistance to look like a joke, but it still seemed too funny now, Ling Yan was a little annoyed why he asked the driver to go back first.
Before her fist dropped, Ling Yan heard an indifferent but somewhat familiar voice and thought, "Enough is enough!"
It was unremarkable, but those two seemed a little apprehensive.
I don't know what kind of negotiations they made, anyway, the two left after a while.
Ling Yan raised her head, and the eyes that were gradually forgotten that night became active again in Ling Yan's mind.
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