Chapter 70: A Strange Coincidence

Pressed the elevator indication button, Bai An copied his pocket and waited quietly.

The figure next to him swept by, and a slender hand pressed the light indicator button again, and there was an obvious scar in the position behind the tiger's mouth.

Bai An glanced at it casually, black ......

It's a bit of a coincidence that it's the one who lived across the door before.

The other party obviously noticed his gaze, turned his head slightly, nodded at him, and exchanged the book in the other hand to the left hand, and the familiar cover shook Bai An's eyes slightly.

He squinted his eyes and stared at the word "light" in the artistic style on the cover, and the tail of his eyes was meaningfully provoked.

Tsk, that's really ...... What a coincidence......

Naturally, Bai An's heart was more vigilant and interested, and he met three times in two days, and the first time was in a place far away from this hotel...... He already remembered why this person was familiar, he passed by yesterday morning, he had a good memory, and naturally felt familiar, but this person happened to live opposite the door, and it was coincidental to this extent, and it could not be ruled out that he had ulterior motives.

recalled the few girls he had encountered in Jiangnan who "accidentally" bumped into like idol dramas, as well as the various cows, ghosts, gods and snakes from childhood to adulthood in the memory of the original body, the corners of his mouth twitched a little. Although there was a lack of girls in his previous life, as a man, of course, he would not reject beauties to give him arms, but this body is only in his early fourteens...... Don't be so picky when fishing Kaizi!

Oops, it hurt so much in my chest, and the healing knife wound was almost cracked by those "delicate and delicate" girls.

Thinking of this, Bai An's head hurt even more.

So much so that he was nervous, and the rich second generation was not easy to be, especially when he remarried like his father and mother...... Ahem, the underage cabbage whose mother also died, the whole fat sheep that have lost the sheepfold, and the jackals, tigers and snakes who want to take a bite of meat are all around.

It's a little allergic, the sheepfold Bai An also has a little bit of a distraction when he comes back to the capital, he comes to this world for two or three months, spends most of his time in the hospital, and basically squats in the villa the rest of the time, suffocating to death, and there are too many eyes staring around.

In fact, if Yi Cheng knew who the blue-eyed mixed-race boy next to him was, he would probably be more suspicious than him, this unlucky person was in dire straits all the way in Jiangnan, and it was basically related to Bai An.

However, it was really a coincidence.

Therefore, Young Master Bai really thought too much this time.

After all, it is noon when there is a lot of traffic, and there are people waiting for the elevator one after another, when the door opens, the inside is not empty, Bai An's body relaxes a little, and the people in the capital seem to have good quality, as a narrow elevator in public, there are six or seven people, and no one is particularly loud and noisy along the way, and it is very quiet.

Bai An booked a room in the middle of the night, the floor was very high, he leaned against the back as smooth as a mirror, and looked at Yicheng not far away without a trace, his eyes stayed on the tag on the other party's chest for a while, and silently withdrew his gaze.

The corners of the brand are polished smooth on the back, and the chain also looks like it is a few years old, and it is definitely an item that has been worn for many years.

It's not like a camouflage.

Forget it, this person who is a person with a color all over his body is too distinctive, the tracking is unqualified, and he deliberately approached and didn't see anyone talking, it is estimated that it is really a coincidence.

After getting out of the elevator, Bai An didn't have the energy to think too much, and went straight to the room.

The window was still open to breathe, and he rummaged through the thermometer clip in the medicine box, swallowed two more anti-inflammatory pills, found the ointment, boiled the water, scooped a spoonful, and made a full cup.

By this time, it had been exactly five minutes, and the thermometer could be retrieved.

Thirty-seven degrees eight.

As expected, the slight burn is not too serious.

So, Bai An did a set of five bird plays in the room, the lower plate was unstable, his elbows were soft, and his slow movements were worse than Tai Chi.

Fine sweat oozed from his forehead, and the color of his lips was pale, and he couldn't insist on finishing this set of scenes.

After resting against the wall by the window for a while, he picked up the Chinese medicine on the TV cabinet that was cold enough to be consumed, glanced at the brown-black liquid in the glass, tilted his head, and poured it directly.

The bitter and hot liquid trickled down his throat and into his stomach, causing his cheeks to slowly flush.

Rubbing his shoulders and feeling the heat that his body had almost calmed down, Bai An smiled with satisfaction and probed his cold forehead, so that he had time to clean up the room, which was safe.

There was a sudden thunder outside, startling Bai An.

Turning his head, he saw a blue lightning bolt that split the heavens and the earth.

The color was gloomy, gloomy and domineering, and his eyes were almost blind.

Yes, he looked down at himself who was sweating helplessly, this time he couldn't take a hot shower, the shower bathtub or something was conductive, he had to go to the underworld again, how wronged.

So he closed the window and sat on the bed.

Thinking of the book in the hand of the man in black who was facing the door before, and the subtle and vain pride, Bai An's face was a little panicked.

Ahem, it's my first book...... Although most of them are copied poems, you have to pay attention to the market, or the world-renowned works will be pounced on him, which is also the tragedy of the pearl's secret investment.

So, Bai Xiaoan, who deliberately didn't read the news for many days because of his weak heart, picked up his mobile phone, sat there and secretly swiped Weibo, still on the trumpet, always ready to fight.

Brushing and brushing, he found that his book is still quite popular, at least the topic is enough, there are praises, and there are disdainful, the three religions and nine streams are mixed together, there are thousands of strange beasts and rare birds.

Single Wang - "6666, it's a shame, I didn't have much expectations for Xiao Bai'an's book before, and I was supporting the heart of my own white god child, but after turning the first page, I couldn't stop! This poem is so beautifully written, absolutely top-level, especially the one facing the sea in spring, I am drunk when I see it!"

Wei, Jin, South, Tang, Song and Yuan Dynasty - "The tiger father has no dog son, he is worthy of being the son of the white god, this poem is written!"

213 - "It's well written, but why do I feel that most poems are not written in ordinary sadness...... Alas, think about it, this child is really miserable, he must have been in a very desperate mood when he wrote poetry, he didn't cry, he didn't cry, he stood up and stroked ......"

Youhai - "Stand up and masturbate +1"

Kiki's complaint-"Is it so exaggerated, I think the poem is written like that, moaning without illness." ”

I'm a man with a wife—" LS is retarded, and the identification is complete. ”

"These poems are good, but the main tone is too dark, not suitable for minors, and the level difference between the poems in the book is a bit big, it doesn't feel like it was written by one person, I believe I'm not the only one who feels this way, think about it seriously, it's a bit strange......"

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