When Lang Zhong met him.

He was clearly burned and confused, obviously without strength, but the moment Lang Zhong touched him, he opened his eyes suddenly, and his sharp eyes were very terrifying.

It was only after hearing her voice that he closed his eyes.

When he recovered, when he saw her, she felt the sharp coldness in his eyes be replaced by something else.

When she looked at him so calmly, the feeling of déjà vu made her feel as if she had returned to a few years ago, on that Mid-Autumn Festival night, she and a ten-year-old boy were on the eaves, draped in moonlight, talking eloquently.

That moonlit night, when I think about it, is still very beautiful.

Realizing that she was accidentally looking at this person again, she shook her head helplessly, "Harm, don't be surprised, I just always have an illusion, and there is a sense of familiarity in you." I know that men and women don't kiss, and if I stare at you like this, it will definitely make you feel embarrassed, don't mind. ”

When he heard this, his dark pupils seemed to shrink.

He pursed his lips, as if pondering how to answer her.

She sighed: "I used to like someone. ”

He looked at her silently, without speaking, as if there was a non-existent backdrop.

She muttered to herself, "He's the man I've pursued for the first time, and the only one." He's very, very good-looking. ”

His lips moved, and he swallowed back the words that almost came out of his mouth.

She smiled bitterly and said: "Sometimes, I wish I could go back to that time again, at that time, although I always love to pester him, he has a heart for me, I can feel it." Perhaps, people will change, because after a long time, some things will fade. ”

She said, stretching, "I thought I'd climb the wall immediately when I saw that his face wasn't as stunning as it used to be." However, he didn't give me that chance, and he dumped me. ”

Saying this again, her tone was very calm, there was no grievance, no sadness, only calm.

"That first love that ended without a problem, I have come out. Now, I don't like him anymore, especially because he is disabled, not the way I like him, and it's not my fault that I changed my mind. You're right? She stared at his eyes a few more times, and said, "After all, anyone can't help but want to look at beautiful things, I'm just a superficial human being." ”

She could feel that the handyman was about to say something, as if he had something to say to herself, but when she looked at him and waited for him to speak, he said nothing.

Thinking that she had scared him by talking too much, she was about to leave, "The next time we meet, tell me your name." ”

When he walked to the door, he finally stopped her: "Miss Seven." ”

His voice was clean and strangely good, except that the combination of his face was too mediocre and didn't match his voice very well, just looking at his eyes and listening to his voice made her feel like a visual and auditory treat.

"Is there something wrong?" She didn't look back because that face would have diminished the voice.

"I, I can tell Mademoiselle my name right now." He said in a firm tone.

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

This person is really arrogant in his bones, even if he is committed to being a slave, his self-proclaimed title is still me, and he has never been called a villain or a minion.

Although this single room is a bit simple and there is nothing, but, just a handyman, can actually get a single dormitory in the house?

The smile on the corner of her lips was thick, this handyman, I'm afraid it's not simple.