1772 General, please on the couch (23)

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Scare!!!

The man she was talking about just now wasn't standing behind her in the open?! The black dress was made by her from the fabric that she had stored for an unknown amount of time, which was not good-looking, but when worn on a man's body, she felt that her shoulders were wide and her waist was narrow, and she lined an ordinary dress so beautifully.

Even Liuying secretly fantasized about the appearance of a man under a mask, is it handsome, or is it hateful?

But it was so charming, and it was also frightened by the man's cold and powerful momentum.

She's not the master, she doesn't have that strong resistance! After standing with him for a long time, Liuying felt like she was going to be frozen into an ice sculpture.

"Lord, master...... "Help, help!" This man with a gloomy face is so scary!!

Liu Ying even thought, would the man suddenly come up and use his powerful palm to break her neck at once? She had seen him stand in the yard with his bare hands every morning, slamming into a tree! She had secretly observed afterwards that there was nothing wrong with his hands, but the tree, which was already crumbling and covered with scars.

As a result, Liuying's fear of Meng Zhi'an went to the next level.

Su Kui smiled angrily, I really don't know, it's better to say that Liuying is not promising, or is it too timid. She rubbed her head and said, "You go in first, I'll follow...... He, he has something to say. โ€

This sentence can be regarded as rescuing the fireflies.

Her eyes lit up, she nodded immediately, and ran away quickly as if she had to hunch over from Meng Zhi'an's side.

After she left, Su Kui wrapped her long shirt and hid a pair of small feet without shoes and socks in the hem of her clothes, "Going?" At the beginning, she asked such an unclear sentence.

Meng Zhi'an's eyes flashed, he walked to the stone chair beside Su Kui and sat down, and nodded, "Hmm." "The voice was very deep, and it seemed that the mood was not very good.

As if he hadn't noticed, Su Kui raised his eyebrows, looked up at the apricot tree that was already dead branches and leaves, and said, "Remember our deal, right?" โ€

The tip of my heart jumped, and then I smiled bitterly.

Meng Zhi'an put his hands on his thighs, clenched them into fists, pulled the corners of his lips and said reluctantly: "Naturally, what I said, I will never regret it, but you really want to do this?" In the past few days, in fact, Meng Zhi'an also found that she is a woman who is at ease with what she encounters, and does not deliberately pursue glory and wealth, but spends her days planting flowers and hoeing grass, leisurely.

Her little fingers are slender and even, especially beautiful.

Meng Zhi'an couldn't imagine that she would kill someone, so it would probably make her heart angry.

But after thinking about it, Meng Zhi'an felt that she was deceiving herself, she was once treated like that, she was lifted high into the clouds, and then fell into hell overnight, and there was no place to turn over. is full of slashes, this kind of thing, no one can do it like her, and live a peaceful life.

Now, Meng Zhi'an suddenly understood a little bit of what the "walking dead" in her previous words meant. After thinking about it, it is an uncontrollable dull pain, just like the most fragile soft flesh in the heart is cut by a rusty knife one by one, not fatal, but it transmits to you that uncomfortable feeling all the time.

Su Kui heard Meng Zhi'an's words, blinked, and replied plausibly, "Do you think I have a way back?" โ€

Of course there are-

Meng Zhi'an wanted to say this, but he knew that he was not qualified at all.

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