"Of course I...."

Sharapova opened her ears wider.

"Of course I don't know."

Sharapova walked over and pinched her face with both hands: "It's not good to lie, since you didn't see the contents, how do you know it's a love letter?" ”

"It hurts, sister."

Sharapova let Nalan Haiying go and said with a smile: "You sent the wrong letter to you, I won't serve you breakfast tomorrow morning." ”

Nalan Haiying: "Sister, it must be a love letter, my brother said that don't let people know about it, what is it if it's not a love letter?" He also prepared a gift for you, a garland, and a wood carving, which you look like, he forgot to take it just now, or I sent it to the White House. ”

Really?

Sharapova happily patted Nalan Haiying's cheek: "Tomorrow's breakfast, I will continue to bring it to you." ”

"Thank you, sister."

"Thank you, wait a minute, I can't find a garland in the white house, I can't find a wood carving, hum..... I'm going to the White House..."

I went to the White House, she said it three times.

The last time, it was very long, and besides, she said that she was going to go in two hours, and she had to take a shower or something. Nalan Haiying covered her small mouth and giggled.

She knew what message Sharapova was trying to convey.

As soon as Sharapova left, Nalan Haiying went to find Ringer.

Ringer was lying on the bed in the room, "What do you say, Sharapova is going to find a wood carving?" ”

"Yes, yes, that's what she said, and she said she was going to take a shower and wear perfume."

Spraying perfume, Sharapova didn't say, it was added by Nalan Haiying herself, and in order to make up for her mistakes, she needed to add some ingredients.

The monk jumped up from the bed and pinched her cheek: "You are so cute. ”

"Why are you all pinching my face?"

"Because you're cute."

Two hours, it's almost midnight, and it's a good time, hehehe....

Ringer took out his pocket watch from his bosom and looked at the time.

With half an hour left before the appointed time, Ringer decided to go early.

He took his flashlight and walked out of the tower. The fluttering snowflakes are a natural warming agent from God for Ringer at this moment.

was so by the big devil, the romantic atmosphere was destroyed, and now Sharapova has issued an obvious code, as a man, of course, it is exciting.

In front of the white house, Ringer found that there was an extra line of footprints, small footprints, which must have belonged to Sharapova, who was a three-inch golden lotus's little foot cub.

Unexpectedly, my sister is more anxious than me!

Ringer suddenly surged and rushed upstairs.

As soon as he stepped onto the stairwell on the second floor, he was light again, hoping to surprise Sharapova again.

Just as he was about to do that, suddenly, a high-decibel, terrifying scream came from upstairs.

It was like Sharapova's scream.

Not good, there are monsters!

Ringer's first instinct was this, and he staggered upwards.

A black shadow went down, straight over, Ringer couldn't dodge, was hit hard by the black shadow, and the whole person was knocked down the stairs.

McHusk!

Ringer's head was pounded against the hard wall, and the Venus was scurrying up in front of him, and it was so dark that he didn't know what was going on.

The shadow got up and ran.

Your mother! Want to run?

Ringer didn't know what he had touched, and smashed it at the shadow.

With a thud, the shadow fell to the ground.

Ringer pounced on him and scuffled with the shadow.

In this fight, Ringer was relieved, it was not a monster, the other party's limbs were normal, not like the octopus monster he had seen before, and he had a body temperature and his fists were very sharp.

The black shadow is not only powerful, it is obviously a person who has practiced, boxing, hook boxing, swing boxing, straight punching, this Western boxing is very slippery, if it weren't for Ringer's hard practice these days, maybe he would only be beaten

On the corridor, I saw Sharapova running down in a panic with a wind lamp.

"Ghost Ghost Ghost ....."

She kept talking.

A stumbling, ahh

Ian's face was full of blood, his eye sockets were swollen, and his facial features were distorted and the black light was blinding so suddenly, not to mention Sharapova, even a big man would fly in fear.

"Stop, Ian, are you alive?

Ringer hurriedly withdrew, and Ian saw Sharapova and shouted, "Ghost! He turned around and ran, ran to the door, and he stopped: "Girl, you're not a ghost?" ”

Ringer pointed at him angrily: "You stupid is a ghost, you scared my little secret, you know?" ”

With that, he went up the stairs.

"Are you alright, are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's okay."

"What just happened?"

Sharapova said with palpitations: "He, just now suddenly walked in, ghost-like, no sound, I was frightened, so I screamed, he heard me call, and ran away." ”

Ringer was relieved.

Ian has been gone for a long time, and the dean is wondering where this thing went, but he didn't expect this guy to hide in the white house, no, he was caught by bandits.

Before Ringer could ask the big brother of the underworld what was going on, Ian stepped forward and asked, "Brother, what is this place and who am I?" ”

All of a sudden, Ringer was stupid.

Ian, Sharapova also recognized, but just now with his honor, Sharapova didn't have the courage to tell who this person was.

"Let's see, is he Ian?"

Sharapova stumbled on the stairs and walked with a slight limp.

Ringer helped her down and walked over to Ian.

They held the wind lantern high and shone it on Ian's face, yes, this is the big brother of the underworld, Ian, the big brother who is not very good, and he is still wearing coarse cloth clothes.

Ian didn't mind the two of them looking at him like monkeys.

When the two of them finished studying, he asked, "Brother, what kind of place is this, and how did I end up here?" ”

After he finished speaking, he pounded his head vigorously.

"You don't know who I am? My eyes widened, I'm Ringer, the monk who ate with you, this is my assistant, Sharapova, and you're still thinking of coming to the monastery to soak her. ”

Sharapova was not happy and slapped Ringer with her elbow: "What is a bubble?" ”

"Sorry for the slip of the tongue, Ian, take a good look."

Ian kept pounding his head, pounding the bang, and finally, he said, "I forgot, I remember, I seem to be walking in a tunnel, someone gave me a bottle of wine, I drank a bottle of wine, and then, I fell asleep, I woke up, and kept walking, and kept walking, and walked for a long time, and when I got out of the tunnel, I saw a hallway, and I saw a room with a light, and I walked in, and then, I was scared away by this girl, and I ran into you in the hallway, and that's it, I can't remember anything else...."

Ringer and Sharapova looked at each other.

Sharapova clung to Ringer tightly: "He seems to have lost his memory." ”

"What it seems, it's amnesia, what's going on?"

The two muttered for a while, and Ringer said to Ian: "You thing, you don't come out late, you don't come out early, but now you come out, it's so fucking evil!" Let's go, I'll take you to the dean. ”

Ian: "Who's the Dean?" ”

"The dean is your mother!"

"My mom is the dean?"

Sharapova couldn't help but laugh, it really scared her out just now.

"Yes, yes, let's go!"

Before Sharapova could take a step, Ringer had already bent down: 'Come on, my little mi. ”

Xiaomi unceremoniously climbed onto his wide back.

Ringer sent Ian to the dean's door and slammed the door of her room.

The dean thought that Ringer was here to apologize, and opened the door, she had a tiger face, and wanted to find Ringer's stubble, but she didn't expect that it was Ian, the big brother of the underworld, standing at the door.

Oh, my God!

The dean put his two hands on his chest in surprise.

"I'll give you a live gift, I'll give it to you, hunk, super hunk, damn it, this thing almost knocked my cheeks off!"

Ringer left Ian behind and went straight to his room.

Sharapova's injury was not too serious, and her ankle was twisted slightly, but Ringer examined it carefully.

"It's okay, it's just a little swollen, and it will be fine in a few days."

Ringer rarely looked at Sharapova's feet, and he found that Sharapova's feet were beautiful and enviable, so he tossed for a while on a little thing.

"Do you need me to carry you back to your own room?"

Sharapova was smiling hard, and tonight, the surprise seemed to be a little more.

Seeing that she was smiling so thief, Ringer leaned up with a big mouth: "I think, it's still safe for my own nest, and it may not be completely complete to go to you, so it's here." ”

Sharapova's pretty face suddenly turned red like an apple.

She wrapped her arms around Ringer's neck, and her red lips responded enthusiastically, like vines wrapped around a tree.