"What's going on?" Creep muttered.

"Please, you don't know yet? The latest missing person notice on the screen of the Haitian Building, but this picture is really erotic. Shao Xuan was already amazed, and even joked, "Mansheng, don't you think this butterfly is exactly the same as the one on your waist?" ”

Few people know that there is a tattoo on the waist of the creeping body, which is the blue-blue butterfly mark.

"There's also a contact number on it, call quickly, maybe I'm looking for you!" Shao Xuan began to instigate, Zeng Ruoshui gave her a direct look, "You think everyone is as ignorant as you, it's not just a butterfly, it's just a coincidence." ”

But how can there be such a coincidence in this world?

Overgrown in a hurry of contemplation, this picture is too similar, could it be......

It's impossible, it won't be him......

But if it was really that strange man, what did he want to do? Even if it was a 1 in 10 million chance, she didn't want her face to appear in this advertisement.

Mansheng lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the number attached to the missing person notice.

……

The top floor of Haitian Tower——

The wide floor-to-ceiling windows, the black and white house has no extra color, and it is extremely exaggerated that the entire house has been emptied, only the messy paint easel is placed in it, and the male assistant on the side is waiting on the side, waiting for the orders of the superior at any time.

In front of him, a man in a white shirt and black trousers, holding a palette in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, stood with his back to the blue sky and white clouds, painting leisurely. Silent, he remained motionless, as if he were already a medieval sculpture.

The female assistant knocked on the door and stopped reporting, "Rong Shao, a young lady just called, and she answered the two questions you listed correctly. I have already made an appointment with the young lady to meet you tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon. ”

The male assistant who was waiting next to him asked aloud, "This is the first phone call." ”

"Four thousand two hundred and eighty-two passes."

"Nothing can be wrong?"

"Should?" The female assistant hesitated.

The brush dipped the ink on the silk to create a deeper color, and suddenly the man opened his mouth, and there were only two words, "It's her." ”

……

Mansheng originally thought that it was just a coincidence, but he didn't expect that after the other party's contact person asked two questions, he told her the time and place of the appointment.

In fact, the question is very simple, the first one is: this gentleman who is looking for your surname.

The second is: in which city did you meet?

Mansheng replied: surnamed Wei, Beicheng.

Immediately after, the vine was invited for a while.

The next afternoon, Mr. Wei set off on time, and the place where Mr. Wei made an appointment this time was also in the café, directly at the Haitian Building.

"Miss, how many?" A waiter came to inquire, and Mansheng replied, "I made an appointment." ”

Mansheng looked around, and she deliberately arrived on time, just because she didn't want to wait in advance in embarrassment. I just don't know, is he here or not?

Suddenly, when his gaze swept over the crowd, he was almost frozen in one place.

The single man sat there silently, and the young woman beside him was not peeking at him, but was ignored. There was a circle of tables and chairs around him inexplicably, and there was no one else to sit on, as if he was afraid of disturbing, and as if he didn't dare to be adjacent at all, he forcibly circled the area into an insurmountable forbidden area, which suddenly made him extremely lonely.

He looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window, his shirt neat and straight with white light, and his long eyelashes drooping seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, cutting off all the furnishings around him, as if the noise of the outside world had nothing to do with him. Even breathing is almost breathless, silent like a thousand-year-old painting engraved for a long time.

After half a month, such a picture is exactly the same as when she first met him.

It's him, not wrong, it's the Mr. Wei she misidentified!

However, this time, as if he felt her gaze, he suddenly turned his head and looked straight at her.

Mansheng froze suddenly, and there was a tingling under the direct gaze of his eyes.