The man in black frowned, "What do you have to feel guilty about him?" ”

This reason is really unacceptable. Guilty? Where is the guilt?

"After all, he died to save me, didn't he." Zuo Ling shrugged his shoulders and said in a light tone.

"Isn't that his job?"

The assistant exists to protect the detective. To put it bluntly, it's for the dead ghosts.

All of a sudden, Zuo Ling couldn't find a word to refute. Pursing her lips, she chuckled and replied ambiguously: "Who knows." ”

He laughed, as if he was laughed at angrily. "Your vision is really bad." Loved on a trash.

Zuo Ling snorted, then pulled away from the topic, raised his eyebrows and asked, "You came here to tell me this?" ”

He shook his head, "Of course not. ”

"Huh?" Zuo Ling motioned for him to continue.

"I want to ask, in the future, will you ever go back to the club. You also know that the boss values you. This time I came, and the boss found out about your situation and let me take the money. ”

"No, I don't think so." Zuo Ling was a little helpless, "Let's talk about it later." I really have no plans to go back for the time being. ”

Hearing this, the man in black twisted his eyebrows and understood what she meant. Taking a deep breath, he changed the subject and asked, "Who was the person who just had dinner with you over there?" It looks like your relationship is very good. ”

Zuo Ling didn't even think about it: "Friend." ”

“……”

He knew that the person who could be called a friend by Zuo Ling must be very important to her.

Like, for example, the little assistant who is dead.

……

Early in the morning, the man in the chair woke up.

Seeing this, Zuo Ling put on his hat and mask, got up and walked over.

The sun was shining in from the outside, and it was a bit harsh. It was quiet, quiet enough to hear her feet on the gravel. And the man in black has long since left.

As if hearing a voice as well, the man opened his eyes in a daze and looked up at the person in front of him.

"Who are you?" Before meeting, a person squatted down, and the man moved, a little displeased.

After realizing it, he realized that he was tied up and couldn't move at all.

"You...... What are you doing! The man suddenly panicked, looking at Zuo Ling's sight where there was still half a point of confusion, all frightened.

Zuo Ling only showed a pair of eyes outside, and she could also lower her voice: "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." But the premise is that whatever I ask, you can answer truthfully. ”

The man nodded hurriedly, "Okay, good!" ”

……

At noon, Li Ye walked out of the classroom after class, raised his hand and took out his mobile phone from his pocket, he flipped through it, and saw the WeChat message Zuo Ling sent an hour ago.

Sweet potato, sweet potato, I am a potato: [After school, see you under the second branch of the seventh tree on the right hand side of the back door of the school.] 】

The corners of Li Ye's mouth twitched: "......"

Is this going to be an illegal transaction?

Glancing at the time, Li Ye sighed and replied.

Potatoes potatoes, I'm sweet potatoes: [Got it.] 】

Speaking of the stupid screen name of the two of them, it was Zuo Ling last time.

That was in the cafeteria, Li Ye added her WeChat, and then transferred money to her, and then he glanced at her screen name and complained.

At that time, she was called 'the first handsome man in the universe'. No matter who sees this earthy name, they will complain.

Zuo Ling was not convinced, and looked at his name and replied. Later, Zuo Ling snatched his mobile phone and changed his name, along with her own.

So, there is the current ......

Sweet potato, sweet potato, I'm a potato.

Potato potato, I'm sweet potato.

I don't think I'm ~~~ voting~~~ The old rules, before twelve o'clock, the recommended votes are over 5,000 plus more. I'm not lying, it's the recommended votes that meet the standard on the same day, and if you reach it the next day, you won't add more, and old readers know it.

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