You are the supreme glory and the desire of your heart.

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In the middle of summer, the sky is distant and blue, and there are no clouds. A blazing sun hung in the east, the scorching air was scorching and hot, and the sound of cicadas enveloped the entire river city one after another.

Wen Mian walked out of the airport, Qingli's brows frowned, and she stretched out her white and beautiful hand to cover the top of her head. She took out her mobile phone and was just about to make a call, when a figure suddenly flashed in front of her and snatched her phone-

She was stunned for a moment, and saw that the man ran not far away and stopped, holding her mobile phone and shaking it with her teeth and claws, looking like a sand sculpture. It looks like a teenager is dressed, wearing a cap to cover most of his face.

"You give me back your phone!"

The sound of warm sleep is like a delicate person, there is no lethality, but it runs fast, and it will catch up with the sand sculpture after a while.

The sand sculpture was dumbfounded.

Seeing that this little girl was weak, he shuddered for a moment, but he didn't expect it...... She was about to run out of breath, and she still chased after her.

The sand sculpture gasped and looked back at her as he ran, "Can you stop chasing?" ”

"Can you stop running?" Wen Mian didn't even breathe, "Give me back your phone!" ”

Sand sculpture: How can a little girl who is "......" delicate and soft, run like a tiger?

He turned a corner and ran into an alley, his strength was really exhausted, "Grandma, you are a track and field athlete, right?" ”

"Give me back the phone!"

Wen Mian is petite, his eyebrows and eyes are soft and delicate, his lips are delicate, extremely beautiful, and his voice is also glutinous.

It was also at this time that she saw a group of people scolding on the other side of the alley.

Wen Mian's gaze stopped there, "This is the first dismount that Lu Yu gave me?" ”

Quite like her.

She just got off the plane, and she didn't even enter the door of Lu's house, which was another snatching of her mobile phone and looking for someone to block her.

Lu Yu is her half-brother, four months older than her.

Wen Mian is an illegitimate daughter.

The sand sculpture glanced back, and it turned out to be Gu Ran's gang. He silently turned his back to them.

"These people are not what Lu Yu is looking for." The sand sculpture indirectly admitted that he knew Lu Yu.

Wen Mian: "So, he asked you to grab the phone?" ”

"Ahem."

He didn't know what Lu Yu thought, so he asked him to snatch the little girl's mobile phone.

Who knows...... This little girl is so fierce.

"Master Ran, this person is bullying elementary school students, we don't care?"

"Anyway, those grandchildren from No. 3 Middle School haven't come yet, so let's see if the road is uneven?"

"That's called drawing a knife to help you, stupid."

"Master Ran, look at that girl, it's pitiful."

“……”

Hearing the discussion of the group of people, Wen Mian believed the words of the sand sculpture.

But...... Are the schoolboys talking about her?!

Wen Mian pursed his lips, and his eyes naturally fell on the young man who was called Ran Ye at the head.

In fact, she noticed him just now, because he was different.

The flower of the flock.

The teenager has one hand in his pocket, a typical big guy standing posture, loose and lazy. His skin is cold and white, his facial contours are smooth, his eyebrows and eyes are clean but a little evil, and his thin lips are a nice light pink. An alienated and indifferent, yet arrogant and domineering aura covered him.

Little brother: "Huh? How does that man look like Jiang Huaizhi's kid! ”

"Jiang Huaizhi!"

He shouted, and Wen Mian saw that the sand sculpture in front of him had a stiff back, and he didn't dare to move.

Oh huh?

It seems that this sand sculpture is really Jiang Huaizhi, and he is afraid of that group of people.

Wen Mian is wearing a milky white knee-length skirt today, running does not affect it, but it is inconvenient if you do it.

That own phone......

She came up with an idea, rubbed her little hands, the corners of her lips curled, and she smiled very sweetly, "Brother." ”

Towards the head of the hooligan leader.