Street lamps cast a dim glow.

Mu Yuchen lowered his head, and his handsome face fell into a shadow.

"I wish you the best of luck with people in the future."

But don't let him know anymore.

He turned and walked forward.

Su Yin pursed her lips and tugged at his clothes.

"Don't go."

Mu Yuchen's eyelashes trembled, like a thick feather fan.

"What do you have to do to be willing to return to the team?" As if afraid that he would misunderstand, Su Yin added, "I'm not for you, I'm for the good of the team, it's too late to find a temporary substitute now, the next game is so intensive, newcomers can't adapt to it......"

Mu Yuchen chuckled, turned around and said, "Are you willing to do whatever I ask you to do?" ”

When he laughed, the tails of his eyes were raised, probably because he had drunk alcohol, and there was a hazy feeling at the bottom of his eyes as if he was not drunk.

The ghost made a god, Su Yin nodded.

The next second, he regretted it.

What if Mu Yuchen is a dead, let him do it?

So does he do it or not......

Su Yin was struggling with this question, but he heard Mu Yuchen lower his voice, "Close your eyes." ”

It was like a rabbit in my heart, jumping with full of energy.

Su Yin closed his eyes as he spoke, his eyelashes were very long, casting a beautiful shadow.

The dappled light and shadow sprinkled on his delicate and beautiful face, which did not look like a real person, and his silver hair was fainted into deep and light warm tones.

He sensed Mu Yuchen's approach.

My heart beats faster.

But the body is not repulsive.

Mu Weichen has a faint smell of tobacco and a fresh and clean shower gel smell.

Seems to be the taste of green oranges? Su Yin thought distractedly.

The man's snort, sprayed on his face.

The distance between the two is dangerously close.

Su Yin thought that he was going to kiss himself......

Time is gradually passing, and the two maintain the same posture, as if they are a static idol drama picture.

There was something warm wrapped around his neck, Su Yin opened his eyes and found that Mu Yuchen had walked away.

And his scarf was around his neck at this time......

*****

Nan July was affected by the comments on the Internet, and couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, so he ran to knock on the door of the seventh day of the new year.

"Shall we play games together?"

"Refuse!"

"The seventh ......" Nan Qiyue shook the sleeves of his pajamas.

"Sister, you're too vegetable!"

"But you're super powerful! You can take me away casually~"

Chu Qi coughed, "I'm very powerful, right......"

Nan Qiyue's eyes were teary, and his voice was soft and glutinous, "The best, most handsome and supergod brother in the world......"

The seventh day of the first month: "Fight, fight!" Come in, sister! ”

He diligently ran to find his sister the softest cushion.

What the? Unpromising?

Hehehe, I'm sorry, he lived to be seventeen years old, and he never knew how to write the word "exit" in front of his sister!

The two are playing kings, one is a super god, and the other is a super pit.

Every time you finish playing, your teammates and opponents will give you a thumbs up for the seventh day.

Also reported South July.

So after not playing a few hands, the number of South July was restricted.

"Hmm......" she closed the game in frustration, accidentally touching the browser icon with her fingers, and when she clicked on it, the web page defaulted to the last time it was closed.

It shows an email sent by someone else to the seventh day of the first month, only a few lines of words.

[Young Master Nan, we have found evidence to confirm the death of Madame, please mourn. 】