"—Leng Ling! Leng Ling! ”

"Goddess, you monks are here together, are you in love?"

"It's said on the Internet that you will star in "Imperial Green", is it true?"

The noise outside became more and more intense, but Adam didn't care about it at all.

Half of her face was pressed against the man's chest, and the faint and refreshing mint aroma surrounded her, and all her consciousness was condensed on the calm and calm heartbeat of the man in her ears.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

But her own heart was beating fast.

Knock Knock Knock –

The cheeks are still a little burned.

She didn't know when the crowd left, or if Shang Qing escorted her out of the crowd.

For a long time she didn't look outside, her cheeks hot, feeling the strength of his thin clothes.

Solid.

First reaction.

The man usually doesn't look strong at all, and even seems to be a little thin, but when he is really in close contact, he can only touch his strong and stiff muscles.

The smooth curves of the human body are deep and deep, and every inch shows infinite power.

The fragrance of refreshing mint fades, and the base notes are cedar and agarwood, deep and quiet, like his whole person, unfathomable.

- Her face was so hot that she had to wash her face and cool down.

"Well, I'll go to the bathroom......"

Leaving the crowd of star-chasing people, the surrounding crowd was much quieter and calmer, Shang Qing was already handsome and long-legged, and he looked even more mysterious and cold when he wore sunglasses.

In his arms, he was still holding a little girl intimately, and he gently bowed his head to listen to what she said, which attracted everyone around him to peep curiously.

Shang Xiaorin irritably broke out of the crowd to breathe, and just hid in the corridor where there were few customers, but he was really stunned when he looked up.

He wondered if he was poisoned by eating the wild mushroom feast that was a specialty of Caiyun Province at noon, and he would hallucinate and see a person who would never appear here!

- Definitely a hallucination.

He didn't see the terrifying third uncle who used an elegant gentleman as a disguise, in fact, he was the most ruthless and ruthless, not to mention the women, and even the female mosquitoes didn't dare to approach, the third uncle actually wore a white T-shirt, jeans, sunglasses, dressed as a handsome young man, and stood at the corner of the corridor with a girl in his arms!

That hallucinatory dummy is still talking!

“…… Okay, I'll wait for you. ”

The girl nodded slightly, and came out of his arms, her big sunglasses were crookedly blocking her face, her face was red, the corners of her lips were crooked and curled, and her body disappeared at the other end of the corridor with a slight shake.

Only when the yellow plaid shirt flew up, he looked faintly, and the figure was somewhat familiar.

Shang Xiaorin hesitated and took a few steps closer.

This illusion is quite real, the closer you go, the clearer you can see, and even turn around, take off your sunglasses, and your long, narrow and sharp eyes are cold and indifferent.

"What are you doing here?"

Wow, hallucinations can still talk!

Even the tone and timbre were so similar - he really should have gastric lavage and infusion.

Shang Xiaorin thought about calling the doctor later, thinking that this was an illusion anyway, it didn't matter what he did, it wasn't really the third uncle anyway...... Tsk, for example, this eternally calm and indifferent face, looking at it makes people angry!

Shang Xiaorin was afraid for a while, and reached out to poke Shang Qing's face-

"Ahh

The terrible sound of pain sounded at the same time as the sound of the human body falling heavily to the ground, Shang Xiaolin was dizzy and lay on the ground, his eyes were full of tears, and he was holding his wrist in severe pain and whimpering.

"You, you ......"

The assistant who followed Shang Xiaorin finally found the trace when he heard the sound, and when he saw this situation, he almost fainted without opening his eyes.

"Sir! Big Less! You are ......."

Shang Xiaorin looked at the assistant, and then at Shang Qing, whose face was sinking like water, and suddenly felt that his wrist hurt even more.

Isn't this a hallucination?

Wait a minute!

If the third uncle is not an illusion, then it has just ——。

The girl in the third uncle's arms is not an illusion anymore?!