67 [I remember what you said]

Jin Wenzhe, who was escorted away as a rabies patient in full armor, finally roared when he left: I will not let you go!

"Wang, Wang!"

The doctor who went out in the field sighed: "I can't even speak, and the symptoms are very serious." ”

"You have to be imprisoned immediately."

Jin Wenzhe...... There are only two lines of tears to tell of his grief and anger and grass and mud horses that he has nowhere to place.

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Jin Wenzhe was taken away, and the manager kept bowing and apologizing, worried that Yue Wujiu would be angry.

The trembling appearance makes people feel distressed to watch. The girl chuckled, her slender fingers rubbing the edge of the plate, and her tone was soft, but reassuring: "Your food is delicious, and the chef's skill is extraordinary, I like it very much." ”

The manager was complimented, and the heart in his throat instantly fell back into his stomach, and his smile was like a blooming chrysanthemum, bright and bright: "If you like it, it's fine." ”

A meal, Yue Wujiu ate to his heart's content.

The two walked out of the restaurant, and the girl squeezed Jin Nanfeng's hand lightly, raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Those people, don't take them to heart." ”

Jin Nanfeng lowered his eyes, and was too silent and quiet. The long feathered eyelashes are half-drooping, and the shadows fall under the eyes.

It seems that it is the dark imprints carved by those people with black hearts and poisonous hands in Jin Nanfeng's past.

The big cutie obviously didn't say anything, and Yue Wujiu immediately felt distressed.

Quickly reach out and stroke the hair: "Touch your head, don't cry." ”

Huh?

Unexpectedly, he only touched the root of the hair, and Yue Wujiu had to stand on tiptoe to touch the top of the hair.

- Sad!

Jin Nanfeng waited for a long time, waiting for an old mother's comfort, and his face darkened.

He took a soft breath, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe!

Raising his eyes slightly, he turned to Moon Witch Nine. He held the girl's delicate and white wrist, and the young man stretched his eyebrows, like a cloud, like a cloud, and the sun was bright like the moon: "Do you want to see the stars?" ”

"Huh?"

The topic changed suddenly, and Yue Wujiu was stunned: "In broad daylight, where to look!" ”

During the day, you can't see the stars at all.

"I'll take you."

The young man held Yue Wujiu's weak and boneless hand and grabbed it into his palm.

He held the girl's hand tightly, as if he was holding the world, holding this piece of heaven.

Turning his head to look at Yue Wujiu, the man's thin lips overflowed with an extremely faint smile, pulled her up, and ran across the street.

Jin Nanfeng has long hands and long legs, he takes one step, and Yuewu Jiu has to run two steps.

Yue Wujiu wanted to say that she was not in a hurry, and she didn't want to see it so much, so she didn't have to run in such a hurry.

But when he raised his eyes, he saw that the young man's demonic thrush did not see a little haze in his eyes, and the two ran on the side of the road.

There are small pieces of sunlight falling through the cracks in the street trees, and the sunlight is rarely warm on autumn afternoons.

The sun seems to be warm to the cold silence between the eyebrows on weekdays, and it has been falling to the bottom of the young man's heart.

Yue Wujiu sighed, okay.

He could do whatever he wanted, and Yue Wujiu's little finger gently hooked the man's palm, and the smile between his lips was like the wind.

Her family is so cute, she always deserves the best, and she deserves to be spoiled a little more.

Yue Wujiu didn't know what to think, she lowered her eyebrows slightly, her eyes were shining, and soon, she dissipated the warm smile in her eyes.

Jin Nanfeng led Yue Wujiu into the underground passage, passed through a long corridor, and finally stopped in a quiet and remote corner.

β€”β€”Hand can pick the stars, I wish to give you the most beautiful stars, the best love.

On both sides of the glass door, the aisle is plastered with gorgeous and beautiful posters. Jin Nanfeng stopped, running with sweat on his forehead, wet hair scattered on his forehead, and his eyebrows were clear and intoxicating.