Mo Bei looked up and looked at the singer who was holding a guitar and wearing a black sweater, standing in the middle of the flyover.
It's easy to think of someone.
That person liked to pinch her face, and smiled evilly: "You know how to deal with those people."
knew.
Blow them up.
This is esports.
Mo Bei closed his eyes and focused his eyes on the screen of his mobile phone.
Now, she has to go to an appointment.
It is impossible for anyone to act as if nothing has happened.
It's just obvious that Mo Bei doesn't want that person to know anything about today.
That person should stand cleanly on his altar and play his game.
She won't let him lose.
Whenever.
The distant singing continued.
It's just that there is no cold figure of the young man at the street lamp.
Sunken Square.
The crowd that had just gathered dispersed.
Probably because the handsome guy wearing a mask went somewhere.
So people have no interest in staying where they are.
However, more and more people come to the street to take pictures.
After all, this place is as prosperous as brocade.
On weekends, people are everywhere.
Everyone walked very leisurely, with colorful ice cream and sweet cotton candy in their hands, and could smell the fragrance in the air.
There was only one figure walking very fast among them.
Especially when the young man landed on the railing with one hand, even the hem of his clothes was windy.
"So handsome."
I don't know who said it.
Some people are already looking back.
He is indeed handsome, with a very clear temperament, a high and straight nose bridge, and the porcelain white is a bit cool.
The bangs are a bit long, hitting the end of the eyes, which is full of distance.
The young man seemed to be looking for someone, standing tall and tall in the center, looking left and right.
Is it already gone
Mo Bei took out his mobile phone uncertainly, and lowered his hair to send a message: "Captain, where are you?"
One second, two seconds, almost less than a minute passed.
no reply.
Mo Bei glanced at the time and was about to pace.
Suddenly, a large figure appeared behind her, reaching out and grabbing the hem of her clothes.
Mo Bei paused, then turned his head with that force.
All you can see is a stuffed bear.
The stuffed bear was tall, with thick paws pinching the hem of her clothes, holding his head with one hand, somehow, inexplicably arrogant.
Mo Bei thought it was going to play with her, or ask her to pick up its leaflets, so he just said softly: "I still have something to do, you find someone else to play with you." Then he left again.
But the stuffed bear didn't let go.
Not only that, but when Mo Bei took a step, it also took a step.
Plush bears are always popular with girls.
After seeing this scene.
Some girls stopped and smiled lightly: "It's so cute."
"Is the little brother caught by it handsome?"
"That's why the plush bear is so clingy, it feels so good for some reason, what's the matter?"
Mo Bei rolled his eyes sideways, and his eyes just fell on the bear paw.
The strength of the plush bear's men became stronger, and it pulled towards the left.
Mo Bei's eyes flickered suddenly, and he had a guess, but he didn't believe it, and took another step with his long legs.
The plush bear seemed to be very proud, and moved with her, without any flyer in his hand.
A child next to him shouted: "Mom, I also want the bear to follow me, and I also want to be a bear trainer."
As he said that, he was about to run towards this side.
Mo Bei stood sideways, took out a candy, and handed it to the child: "Sorry, this is only mine, I can't go with you."
After the words fell, Mo Bei grabbed the bear's claw with a backhand...
(end of this chapter)