Xing had forcibly suppressed the reluctance and resentment in her heart, and nodded to the philanthropist to show that she was willing to listen to him.

The philanthropist was very satisfied when he saw it, and he inevitably showed a little smile on his face.

He reached out and touched the girl's head: "Fortunately, this is a good boy." ”

Fortunately, a flash of light flashed in his already black eyes.

*

Baijiu walked down the stairs and didn't go to the restaurant to eat.

Instead, he went straight back to the garden he had come from.

As soon as his hand touched the doorknob, he pushed the door open, and a warm wind blew in.

The wind is like a feather, constantly stirring people's hearts.

Baijiu has no plans to make the next move.

She really wished she had such a beautiful view in real life.

The bewitching and beautiful flowers swayed with the wind, and many petals were blown away by the wind.

When the wind stops, it falls again, as if it were a rain of cherry blossoms.

The petals swept together by the wind resemble a dancing woman.

Like a woman dressed in red.

The fan swirled in her fingers, her body dancing.

The red lips were still humming songs from time to time.

It's just that when the wind stops, all this good will end.

Baijiu stared blankly at all this in front of him, and from time to time remembered when he had just crossed here.

The scene of jumping out of the plane and falling into the arms of the mercenary.

"Naib... I don't know how he's doing now, that idiot must have added a lot of wounds, really, why doesn't he take good care of himself? ”

Baijiu stretched out a finger to wipe away the small tear in the corner of his eye.

The system saw it and slowly spoke: "He must be doing well now, and the Air Force will definitely take care of him with the Air Force." The system looked at Baijiu again, and his tone suddenly became sluggish: "It must be much better than when I was with you." ”

Baijiu gritted his teeth and clenched his hands and knocked directly on the head of the system.

"Oops."

The system fluttered in pain, and the two small wings spun 360 degrees in the air before falling into the flower.

MD, this garbage mortal waited for him to dare to punch his head.

When this garbage mortal encounters difficulties in the future, he will never appear again!

Baijiu blew into his fist in relief.

But to be honest, the head of the system was quite hard, and her hand was a little red and painful.

Baijiu shook his hands and feet and walked over to the scarecrow who had been placed in the corner.

The scarecrow stood alone, like an abandoned child, homeless.

And it's covered in dust, and it looks like no one has touched it in a long time.

Baijiu took out a pink handkerchief from the pocket of the gardener's apron in front of him, and dusted the scarecrow off his body.

"You're here."

Hearing the voice, the handkerchief in Ling's hand under the white wine was thrown directly on the ground, and he hurriedly took a few steps back, and looked at the scarecrow in horror: "Oh my God, are you talking?" ”

The scarecrow had been wiped clean by the moment, revealing his big yellow belly made of straw.

The body was supported by two sticks and leaned against the wall: "Yes, it's just me talking to you, you haven't seen me for a long time, is it because I tell a bad joke?" ”

Baijiu was a little confused at this time, she didn't know what the scarecrow was talking about.

But in order not to be seen, he could only say awkwardly: "The joke you tell is funny, it's just that I've been a little busy lately..."