Chapter 136 She's Seriously Saying, He's Seriously Too
Chapter 136 She was talking seriously, and he was also smiling seriously.
Author: Carrot to Heaven
Lang Zongyi's mouth twitched.
There was no trace of Yan Jiu's intention.
But when he thought about the function of Meng Po Tang.
Lang Zongyi didn't care much: "The money will be deducted from the card."
Yan Jiu earned a courier fee.
He got up in a happy mood and even took the initiative to deliver the express delivery to Lang Zongyi's desk.
Yan Jiu looked at the surrounding decoration, which was as cold and cool as Lang Zongyi himself.
Adhering to humanitarianism.
Yan Jiu also reminded Lang Zongyi not to drink too much.
Lang Zongyi opened the courier and took out the glass bottle. He didn't say he drank it himself or who drank it. He only said: "I heard that Director Yan burned a batch of communication equipment to the underworld."
Yan Jiu is happy to share this money tree with Lang Zongyi: "Do you want to invest? You will definitely make money without losing money. For the sake of being in the same game, I will give you a big share of the dividends."
Lang Zongyi: Stop your gluttonous face.
He couldn't help but smile.
Yan Jiu said: "I am speaking very seriously."
Lang Zongyi nodded: "I am also smiling seriously."
Yan Jiu: "..." You'd better pray day and night that you are my senior brother!
Lang Zongyi thought thoughtfully: "After investing, if I die, what benefits will I get, such as being the only one to lead the way?"
Yan Jiu paused.
It's not about welfare.
It was the death that Lang Zongyi said.
She almost forgot about Lang Zongyi's early death.
Yan Jiu stared at the person in front of her with burning eyes. She was still a little short of touching Lang Zongyi's bones, determining Lang Zongyi's fate, and determining whether Lang Zongyi was her senior brother.
then.
Today, all members of the Special Bureau heard strange noises coming from their bureau offices.
"Don't move."
"It'll be fine soon."
"Believe me."
"I'll be gentle!"
Everyone in the Special Bureau: "!!!"
They pricked up their ears and crept outside the office door to find out what was destined to be an extraordinary night.
Just heard it.
There was a crackling sound.
In the office.
Yan Jiu was chased by a rope.
When Yan Jiu was firmly tied up with the spirit rope, the farce of touching the bones was finally over.
Lang Zongyi's slightly majestic blue eyes were slightly angry because of Yan Jiu's Meng Lang.
His neck, which was neither fair nor wheat-colored, was flushed, but the veins just popped out to reveal his forbearance.
Lang Zongyi took off his suit jacket.
He rolled up his cuffs little by little, revealing the muscles on his arms that looked like cast iron.
Without the cover of the suit, you can clearly see his muscles stretching the chest area of the suit a little tight.
He pulled at his tie.
The corners of his mouth pursed into a line.
His face was an accusation of being a scumbag.
Yan Jiu explained seriously: "I'm really not a hooligan."
If there were levels of patience.
Lang Zongyi has jumped from LV.0 to LV.9.
After Yan Jiu finished speaking, she consciously became quiet. She was not going to test her back and forth on the verge of committing suicide.
Lang Zongyi stared and said: "Compared to the fact that you can't see through my face and need to touch my bones, the excuse of being a gangster is more credible, what do you think?"
How could Yan Jiu, a master who is so secretive and unfathomable, not be able to see through his face?
Are you serious about such a lame excuse?
Lang Zongyi was embarrassed to say it.
Yan Jiu was tied into a rice dumpling.
In fact, she didn't want to be taught a quality education by Lang Zongyi, but she couldn't wait until Lang Zongyi felt free to let her know his bones.
Who knows Lang Zongyi’s physique?
Will something unexpected happen one day?
She had to make sure before Lang Zongyi died.
What if Lang Zongyi is really her senior brother and doesn't remember her for some reason? Where will she regret it then?
so.
Yan Jiu's rudeness makes sense.
An attempt to touch the bones failed.
She had no choice but to take the opportunity to confirm in another way.
Yan Jiu looked at Lang Zongyi intently: "What was your favorite thing when you were 6 to 13 years old?"
She always believed that even if people forget some memories, some deep-rooted loves will never be forgotten.
Just like her.
The senior brother in her memory is gradually fading, but she still remembers the senior brother who doted on her.
Lang Zongyi frowned and said nothing: You are the only one who is accurate enough to find topics at your age.
He was somewhat silent.
The topic jumps a little too fast, isn't it?
Yan Jiu's transfer was too stiff.
"Do you also like to draw?"
"Do you also like to eat stinky tofu?"
Lang Zongyi, who never likes animation pens or eats stinky tofu, told the truth: "I don't like it."
Yan Jiu felt like a thunderbolt.
Her senior brother liked it.
Lang Zongyi didn't like it.
Senior brother ≠ Lang Zongyi!?
Yan Jiu's heart fell to the bottom.
Could it be that she recognized the wrong person?
It couldn't be that her senior brother accompanied her to like it because she liked it, right?
Lang Zongyi looked at Yan Jiu frustrated and confused. This was the first time he saw Yan Jiu as helpless as a child.
Just because of his words?
Lang Zongyi just said: "You..."
Yan Jiu broke free of the spirit rope with an expressionless face.
There was alienation surrounding her.
With the alienation of drawing clear boundaries from others.
Yan Jiu said sincerely: "I apologize for my rudeness."
Lang Zongyi pursed his lips and said nothing. He received the apology he deserved, but he was not happy at all.
The atmosphere was condensed to its peak.
Yan Jiu opened the door and walked out.
Ma Weiwei and others rolled into the office like dumplings.
Yan Jiu crossed the crowd and left.
Standing in the criss-crossing streets.
System:【Is the host okay?】
The wind brings the first snow of the year to the world.
The flying snow in the sky is like Yan Jiu’s mood.
Totally cold.
Yan Jiu raised her hand to catch the falling snowflakes. The flawless white snowflakes seemed to be a gift from God.
She raised her head slightly and looked at the sky.
The feathery snow fell like a shooting star, but it couldn't make her wish like a shooting star.
Previous life.
A snowy day.
She lost her senior brother.
Another snowy day.
She lost her master.
Yan Jiu slowly closed her fingers, and the temperature in her palms quickly melted the snow into snow water.
Snow is not guilty.
But she hates snow.
I hate it so much that I want to destroy it.
Suddenly, a transparent umbrella fell on Yan Jiu's head, covering up Yan Jiu's resentment towards the snow.
Lang Zongyi said something subconsciously: "Tolerance is not your strong point, there is no need to hold on."
All Yan Jiu could think about was that Lang Zongyi was not her senior brother. When she heard this, she was shocked.
He turned his head violently.
Yan Jiu was in disbelief: "What did you just say?"
Lang Zongyi repeated: "There is no need to hold on..."
Yan Jiu interrupted: "The first half of the sentence!"
Lang Zongyi was confused: "Forbearance is not your strong point?"
Yan Jiu almost broke through the defense.
Her senior brother once said this to her.
A glimmer of hope ignited in Yan Jiu's heart.
Yes.
So many years have passed.
Habits and preferences can be changed.
Just like her, when she was a child she was not as gentle, cute and considerate as she is now.
Yan Jiu still wants to confirm when.
Ma Weiwei ran out: "The situation is bad!"
Lang Zongyi thrust the umbrella into Yan Jiu's hand and walked straight back to the special bureau, which was small enough to be ignored.
Yan Jiu held the umbrella handle.
There is still the residual warmth of Lang Zongyi on the handle.
System:【Is the host okay?】
Yan Jiu smiled and said: "Very good!"
She could never have a better day than today.
Yan Jiu has been alone for too long.
It has been so long that I have forgotten that everything has a certain fate, and I have forgotten the saying "If you lose your life, you will be lucky to gain it".
According to the fate assigned to her by her master.
She should always be alone.
She was lucky enough to come to this world, lucky enough to meet her family and friends, and get clues about her master and senior brother.
Yan Jiu raised her head and looked at the snow through the umbrella: "I found a way to coexist with the snow."
