"Zhutian, what are you looking at?" Zhuge Lang glanced sideways at Long Zhutian, very curious about the lost look on his face just now. This was something he had never seen before.
Long Zhutian didn't answer him, but stepped on the accelerator and started driving, but a five-year-old figure and the clear figure just now kept appearing in his mind.
Ten years have passed. She must have grown up to this size, right?
I wonder what she will look like?
Will she be like the girl just now?
Zhuge Lang knew that his partner never talked much, so he stopped asking more questions and closed his eyes to rest.
Zhuge Lang's temperament is completely opposite to that of Long Zhutian. He has a fair complexion, short chestnut-brown hair, a pair of arc-shaped peach blossom eyes under his handsome thick eyebrows, a tall nose, and moderately thick thin lips that are always pursed.
With his dazzling smile and his preference to wear white clothes, he looks like a prince charming from a fairy tale, handsome, gentle, elegant and sexy.
The car slowly drove out of City A, running like a real runaway Hummer on the highway...
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"Ming Gang, Ming Gang——"
Suddenly a sweet call came from the front.
Hearing this name that was very special to her in her previous life, Yang Zimei's heart trembled slightly and she looked up.
A girl who was about fifteen years old, tall and well-proportioned, wearing a light green sleeveless knee-length skirt, white short boots, and slightly curly black hair, was excitedly
As he shouted, his flawless white cheeks were slightly flushed with a faint blush, and his full lips like rose petals were slightly opened, revealing his neat white teeth.
In front of a tea shop in front of her, stood a tall and thin boy. Hearing the call, he turned his head slightly. He had short black hair, clean skin, a handsome face full of sunshine, and dark pupils.
Warm and moist as water.
Min Gang!
Seeing Min Gang who had grown into a young man, Yang Zimei's heart felt as if someone had fiddled with it, and he trembled slightly. In his mind, the old crying Min Gang when he was five years old and the mature and steady one at twenty-eight were constantly overlapping.
Min Gang.
She felt strange, but also a little excited and expectant. It turned out that when Min Gang was young, he was as handsome and sunny as a cherry blossom boy.
"Ming Gang, do you want to buy tea?" The girl stepped forward and looked at Ming Gang with a cheerful face and asked.
"Yes." Min Gang nodded lightly and smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes. It was just out of politeness.
Seeing his indifferent and distant attitude towards the girl, Yang Zimei felt very relaxed for some reason.
"Ming Gang, my family also owns a tea house. Whatever tea you want, I will choose the best one for you." The girl seemed not to notice his cold attitude and continued to say with a beautiful smile.
"Murong Yan, thank you, I bought it myself." After Min Gang finished speaking, he asked the tea shop owner to weigh a few taels of Tieguanyin.
Yang Zimei was still familiar with the name Murong Yan because on the first day of school, she heard someone comparing her with the school beauty Murong Yan.
Also, I heard a lot of talk about Murong Yan and Min Gang being brought together, saying that they were the school beauties and they were made for each other.
The two of them stood together, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, they really made a perfect match.