Leng Yueyue gritted his teeth and glared at the man on his shoulder. He had a handsome side face like a god and uncanny facial features. He put Zero's hand on his shoulder and lifted him up.
The whistles were ringing incessantly. Leng Shiyue wanted to slap someone. He hung the tennis bag around his neck and walked out of the door with zero on his back... The streets with people coming and going suddenly didn't know where to go...
He turned around and carried Zero into the Clock Hotel. He lay on the bed like a dead pig, panting from exhaustion in the cold October.
Looking at someone sleeping soundly, I really want to go up and slap him twice to let him know that he is not easy to mess with.
After covering himself with the quilt, Leng Shiyue left without looking back. The moment Leng Shiyue closed the door, Zero opened his eyes...
That smell...a light fragrance, not like a shower gel, but a natural body fragrance that no one can imitate.
The same smell, but different people. If your hair is short, you can cut it, but how do you grow it? It can't be grown instantly...and that long hair is definitely not a wig.
The facial features are also a little different. She is delicate and lively, and her eyes are getting brighter and brighter, but he is cold and indifferent, his eyes are as sharp as knives and as light as lake water.
"Boss, the Evil Lord actually asked you to participate in the annual underground God of Gamblers Competition. This God of Gamblers Competition has huge profits. The time is Wednesday night."
Huang Fan holds the calendar in his hand, holding the phone between him and Leng October, and the gentleness is like water mixed with a lot of emotions.
Don't look at Huang, who is usually gentle and gentle, but is alienated from everyone, while Lan is a good person, but his character is like this. Huang is different, gentleness is just his protective color, in fact, he is a lonely and alienated person.
"Well, I understand. I will attend on time. You let Zi and Orange go together." Leng October was swaying in the villa, sweat sliding down his cheeks.
"You can come too." He paused for a moment, as if he felt Huang's breathing became heavier, and then he turned around and gave instructions.
"Yes, boss!" The smile at the corner of Huang's mouth became even deeper. With his eyes closed, he could feel the joy radiating from the inside out.
Hong held the gloves and looked at Huang and shook his head. If the boss is interested in Huang, there is still a chance, but the boss is not interested at all. Huang is destined to have unrequited love... But what can be done? Who makes the boss so good?
"Okay, come and train!"
Red interrupted Huang's smile and rolled her eyes..
"OK!" Huang glanced at Hong, who seemed very dangerous. Hong was prepared vigilantly, his muscles stiffened, obviously wary of Huang's strength. "Boss, let's not talk anymore. We will talk in detail when we meet. Good night." Jian Hong was ready.
So I said good night to Leng October, hung up the phone and traveled lightly... That night I almost became red and couldn't get out of bed.
Hong, who was lying on the ground, had his domineering facial features twitching at the moment. He would definitely not disturb the conversation between Huang and the boss next time.
As soon as Leng October hung up the phone, Leng Xuan and Oscar Dingnuo came back. One had a hunched face, his hair was lifeless, the golden hair had become dull, and the other had a dark face.
, obviously feeling offended by Leng Yanran.
"Master October!"
After Ling walked in, he saw that Leng Shiyue was sweating profusely, so he took a towel and handed it to Leng Shiyue... and then put Leng Shiyue's racket into the tennis bag.
And Leng Xuan was stunned for a while, who is this little girl? What is her relationship with the young master? He has not dared to touch the young master’s most precious tennis racket. After all... the young master’s methods are not just bragging, but this little girl is actually a little bit