Yun Su's birthday dinner was arranged at the Peterfield Hotel, and I heard that the entire hotel was covered by Yun Su's father. An Yisheng had never been to such a high-end place in his life, and he was a little nervous when he finished his bow tie.

"Sir, please show your invitation!"

An Yisheng touched the right pocket, no! on the left side, no! He was shocked, and instantly rummaged through the pockets of his body, but there was none!

"I'm sorry! I lost my invitation. An Yisheng sneered.

"I'm sorry, I can't go in without an invitation. The waiter stretched out his arm and smiled and stopped An Yisheng.

"I'm a classmate who has a birthday today, her name is Yunsu, you can ask her to come out and pick me up!"

"Excuse me!"

"I'm really her classmate!"

"Sorry! we really can't let you in without an invitation!"

"I'm really ......"

"Brother Yisheng, why are you here?"

The girl ran to the door on the silver slipper, and the lace skirt fluttered slightly.

An Yisheng smiled helplessly, "I lost the invitation!"

"I can't help you!" the girl was not in the slightest unhappy, and unceremoniously took his arm and walked inside, "Come in!

The girl walked in front, the crystal slipper hit the ground and jingled, and the unique fragrance belonging to the girl greeted her, and An Yisheng grabbed the girl.

The girl stopped, looking dazed.

"Happy Birthday! Yunsu!"

The girl took what An Yisheng had in his hand, it was a plain ring.

An Yisheng scratched his head, "I haven't given you a gift before, and I don't know what to give! ”

The girl tried the fingers of the ring, and it was just right on the middle finger, and it was a little bigger on the ring finger, and she was a little discouraged and put it on the middle finger.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, I like it! This is the first time Brother Yisheng has given me a gift!" the girl hugged An Yisheng, "I really like it!"

An Yisheng touched Yunsu's head, "Just like it!"

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"First of all, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend the little girl's birthday dinner, for all of you, today may be an ordinary day, but for Yun, this is my happiest day......"

An Yisheng hid in the corner with a glass of champagne and looked at the stage. Yun Su stood beside his father, she smiled happily, the white dress dragged to the soles of her feet, and she looked even taller with the hollow crystal shoe lining. The big eyes bent into the arc of the crescent moon when they laughed, and the slightly raised corners of the mouth showed playfulness.

An Yisheng took a sip of wine and muttered in his heart, "Yunsu is beautiful!"

"What's the matter??" A woman wearing a high-forked cheongsam walked up to An Yisheng's side, gently put her arm on An Yisheng's shoulder, and exhaled like an orchid in An Yisheng's ear.

"Hey, hey, hey, the teacher is too much!Be careful, I can't hold it!" An Yisheng blushed, wanting to forget to retreat, but there was a wall behind him.

"Hey, I'm still afraid that you can hold it!" Ye Xiaoxing leaned next to An Yisheng and took a sip of wine, "Come to class tomorrow?"

"Hmm!" An Yisheng moved to the side, and he didn't dare to take a breath.

"The MTA asked me to pull you over tomorrow. Ye Xiaoxing turned around, supported the walls on both sides of An Yisheng with both hands, and looked at him affectionately, "To go or not to go?"

"Go, go, of course, why not!"

"The teacher knows that Yisheng is a good child!" Ye Xiaoxing smiled, stroked Yisheng's face, and picked up the champagne again.

"Whew!" An Yisheng exhaled heavily, he was really afraid that Teacher Xiaoxing would really kiss him, but it was okay.

Teacher Xiaoxing is the first person in this world to know his secret, if you want to blame him, blame him for being too soft-hearted, and he activated his ability to save her once, and it just so happened that the teacher was a person from the MTA, and he was arrested and sent to the MTA, so in addition to Teacher Xiaoxing, the director also knew his secret.

For MTA, except for Mr. Xiaoxing, he really doesn't have a good impression, those people are too crazy, An Yisheng always feels that their eyes are like wolves and tigers when they look at him.

He reported the incident to Donald, who just told him to be careful with the MTA and said nothing else.

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The birthday party was held late, and An Yisheng was too bored there, so he left without waiting to say hello to Yunsu.

The night market at 11 o'clock is like daytime, even more lively than daytime. During the day, people are busy squeezing the bus, drinking coffee, and handing in papers, and in the evening they make time to enjoy life.

The beer bubbles blow through the heat of the summer rainy season, and the white smoke wafting everywhere smells of barbecue. The squares, large and small, are occupied by aunts and aunts from all walks of life, making war drums around charming old songs, and twisting their waists with great momentum.

An Yisheng walked on the side street, and the evening breeze swept around the camphor tree, removing the heat of the day's irritability, and it was cool. Countless moths fluttered under the street lamps, fluttering fearlessly, sprinkling layers of golden brilliance.

An Yisheng put his hands in his pockets, looking at the sparse stars in the sky and looking a little lonely.

He remembered a quote he had read in a book, "Looking up at the sky forty-five degrees is the July sorrow peculiar to boys." ”

An Yisheng smiled, it seems that his situation is normal, it is really hypocritical.

A leaf fell from the air, An Yisheng's gaze moved with the leaf, and suddenly, his eyes tightened, and the falling leaf was still in the air.

He turned his head, and a four-cornered dart stopped behind his head, just a finger's throw away from his head.

He took the dart and looked at it, and then looked ahead, and there was nothing but darkness.

He blinked, and the leaves continued to fall, then stopped again in an instant. An Yisheng appeared in front of dozens of darts that were exactly the same as those in his hand.

He ignored the darts, but ran quickly in the direction where the darts were fought, and at some point an extra silver pistol appeared in his hand, cutting through the darkness, and a completely black man hid there.

With a gun in one hand and a veil unveiled by the man in black with the other, he gasped when the veil slipped.

The man's eyes were closed, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and he was obviously a dead man.

An Yisheng felt a chill behind him, and he subconsciously stepped back, holding the gun with both hands and pointing it at the man.

The leaves continued to fall, and the man's eyes snapped open.

"Bang!"

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