The two of them paid the money and carried their things.

"Brother Han, are we going back now?"

He didn't take anything, hugged the little monster, and looked at the man in the black coat walking not far in front of him.

"What else do you want to do?"

The man didn't stop, holding the things he bought in one hand and putting the other in his jacket pocket, walking slowly and talking.

"It's boring!"

The drowsiness that came out just now was suddenly gone, and he looked very interested.

"Brother Han, otherwise let's go play for a while! I just saw that there is a game room in this supermarket, where are we going! ”

finally said his purpose, and hugged the little monster, a little worried that his cheap brother would not agree.

Although you can play it alone, there is a very important problem with this.

That is,

He didn't know the way, and he didn't know how to get back.

It's deadly, so he has to convince the man to play with him.

Ay! It's sad

In these years, if you want to play a game, you have to be controlled by others.

There's no way, who doesn't let themselves know the way.

The analysis has been decided, and when you go back, you must take a good look at the map and recognize the road.

"Er Shao, aren't you sleepy?"

Hearing this, the man finally stopped, looked at the young man holding the dog behind him, and said lightly.

"I'm not sleepy." "I was quite sleepy just now, but I'm not sleepy now." ”

What can be said?

The charm of the game?

The man looked at him again, said nothing, and went on.

"Brother Han, where are you going?"

Not the direction just now, the analyst asked.

"What? Didn't you say you were going to play games? ”

The man still didn't look back, and a faint voice came from the front.

"Great, Brother Han, you are really my own brother."

Analysis is an easily satisfying person.

In front of familiar people, joy, anger and sorrow will be written on the face.

It seems that he didn't even realize that he and this cheap brother have become more and more familiar.

When the man in front heard his words, a little smile appeared in his pale eyes.

The two of them came to the lively game room one after the other.

The handsome boy quickly attracted the attention of others.

"Look at it, look at it, isn't that the boy who became popular a few days ago? oh my god。 He's much more handsome in real life than in photos. Look at this appearance, look at this figure, look at this aura...... Zizi ...... It's so handsome......"

A girl who was just about to go home saw where to buy a ticket, her steps seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and she couldn't move.

Her words also quickly attracted the attention of others, and for a while, she stood there, as if there was a thousand rays of light, eye-catching.

The man who had found a place to rest on the side looked at the young man standing there who was in the spotlight, and his pale eyes deepened.

One hand on the table, habitually knocking on the table, but the cold voice is always tense, like a string that will break if you are not careful.

"You've only got half an hour."

As if he was accustomed to everyone's attention, he still smiled shallowly, and in the face of everyone's gaze, he was not timid and generous.

But he habitually sped up his movements, and as the man said, he only had half an hour.

The man straightened the back of the young man who went in, and then took out his mobile phone and made a call to go out.

Xiao Fan on the other side of the phone was also very sad, and he had to work overtime at night.

“boss。”

"Prepare a set of "Wuxia" school uniforms, which can be worn by the second younger, and send them to the apartment in the morning. ”

As he spoke, he hung up the phone, as usual.

But Xiao Fan on the other end of the phone was not calm.

What?

Ershao lived in the boss's house, how did he do it?

Xiao Fan is very aware of his boss's cleanliness, how can he allow others to step into his territory.

But if he knew that his boss wouldn't let him go back, I don't know how he would feel?

……

Fate is harsh, and people do not allow for many choices; But fate is merciful, and what you want to become, you can become what you become.

——An Yiru "Where is the Beauty"