But the man, who could hear the extreme danger from his voice alone, laughed softly again for some reason.

"Tsk, how is she you not knowing? You should know her best in this world, right? And she seems to be quite dependent on you, too? I'm a little envious...... This. ”

"You know."

The man seemed to be in a much happier mood: "Know what? Do you know that she called me insane? Or do you know your relationship with her? ”

The man took a few steps closer to the silver-masked man, and the glass of red wine in the corner of the table fell to the ground and shattered, and the mellow smell of wine wafted through the air.

"Bo Beimo, you really make me jealous."

When the silver-masked man heard the name that belonged to him for more than twenty years, he finally had a much stronger reaction than just now.

"You know everything, and jealousy doesn't need to show up."

Under the dim yellow light, the blood-like red hair was even more wanton.

The man behind the case finally showed all his figures, like a ghost. Charm generally makes people want to retreat, and red hair seems to add to this feeling, like blood like a ghost.

The red hair is slightly long, covering the eyes, it is so pale that it makes people feel that they will die in the next second, although they are shrouded in death, but there is absolutely no intention that no one will ignore his existence.

"Have fun with him."

But who this "he" is is not specified.

Bo Beimo responded: "Yes." ”

As he left, his eyes fell on the pile of drawing paper on the table, and his eyes were slightly dull.

Which piece of paper doesn't have a human figure on it?

South Vancouver ...... South Vancouver ...... South Vancouver ...... It's all South Vancouver......

The uncolored paper makes others look eerie.

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After school.

There are still a lot of students coming and going, and Nan Wen met the girl she met a few days ago, Dai Lingjing, but it is not certain whether they met by chance or not.

Dai Lingjing carefully handed the thing in her hand to Nan Wen: "Give, it's for you, it's for you, for thanking you." ”

It's packed in a lunch box, and although it's pink and tender, the pattern printed on it has almost fallen off, and it doesn't look very good.

Nan Wen said thank you and took it, but handed it back after taking it.

"Thanks, but I don't."

Nanwen will never accept gifts from others for no reason, even if he really says that he wants to give it to himself as a thank you gift, he must not accept it, because he has not done anything to be thankful for, so why should he take something that does not belong to him?

Moreover, Dai Lingjing's purpose doesn't seem to be just to say thank you.

Although it is not appropriate to speculate on other people's thoughts, if the person being speculated is someone who has certain thoughts about himself and intends to do something that is not very appropriate, then it is natural to speculate.

Dai Lingjing didn't take the lunch box again, but blinked her big eyes, which looked a little pitiful, because her eyes were full of tears.

"I ...... My mom said she wanted me to give it to you, because that would be a real thank you. ”

Take it on.

South Vancouver's next sentence is to get straight to the point.

"What is the purpose?"

The happy smile on Dai Lingjing's original face was completely frozen when she heard this.

Some clenched their fists a little harder: "What, what? ”