The two princesses who were in distress followed the knights who came with the convoy and got into a broken van in full view of everyone.

Nanyi and Tang Yi were always confused.

The two girls sat in the back seat of the van, with two pairs of round eyes, each looking at the teenager in front of them.

The atmosphere of the four is somewhat subtle.

Whoever is better than endurance, no one will say a word first, as if the one who speaks first loses.

The scrapped van drove out of the Lamborghini posture, and the pampered little princesses were naturally not used to it.

When the car made a sharp turn, Tang Yi tilted his body, knocked on the car door, and snorted in pain.

Suddenly aware that the atmosphere was too quiet, she sat up straight when the car was driving steadily, lowered her eyes and rubbed her arms, and her white teeth bit her lower lip lightly, without making a sound for half a minute. Like a well-behaved doll.

The boy in the driver's seat had already taken off his hat and mask, pulled down his fine black hair with one hand, and casually raised his eyes to look in the rearview mirror, and the car slowed down in silence.

Always find a comfortable position to nest in the seat, Nanyi, feeling that the speed of the car has slowed down significantly, squinting at a certain demon in front of him, and curling the corners of his lips.

Boss Chen is wrong.

Something was wrong with him.

.......

Got rid of the reporters and fans who were trailing. The broken van stopped by the sea.

It's the height of summer, and the sea breeze in the evening is pleasant.

The front two doors opened, and the minivan looked like a seagull resting on the beach with its wings outstretched. It's a bit cute and miserable.

None of the four spoke first.

In the end, he was not used to such an atmosphere, Chen Ange took a cigarette and a lighter, took a long step, and strode towards the sea.

The sunset sinks on the horizon, and the afterglow of the setting sun is obliquely reflected on the sea, creating layers of smudged ripples. The sunset filled the sky, just like the blood-stained alleys of two years ago.

The girl looked at the young man in front of her who was about to merge with the sunset, and her deer-like dark eyes were like the sea, and there were waves.

Just like the ghost sent the god to get into the car just now, this time Tang Yi still chose to follow him out of the car, pulled up the overly long skirt, and trotted behind the man. Shoe prints of different shades are left on the beach.

It's too late for Nan Yi to call people.

As soon as the phrase 'little candy paper' was called, the person had already run more than ten meters away.

In the car, in addition to Nanyi, another person was finally willing to speak: "Don't shout, you can't stop it." ”

The voice is as good as ever, with the sound of the sea breeze in my ears.

Nanyi's legs softened, barely stabilizing his emotions: "I want to tell Tang Yi that I didn't zip her clothes properly." There's a piece of it on the back. ”

Someone: "........"

Under the sunset, the handsome young man smoking and the girl with the skirt walking on the beach one after the other have unsurprisingly become a dazzling landscape.

The appearance of the two is too resistant!

The picture is also too beautiful!

Tang Yi took off his canvas shoes full of sand and carried them with one hand, barefoot behind him.

The skirt is too long, and it is a bit difficult to hold it with one hand.

Tang Yi's speed was much slower. Follow with each other and follow carefully.

From the age of 15 to 18, she followed him like this, even out of sight.

The sand beneath her feet was a little cold, and the girl curled up on her toes, and suddenly stood still.

The hand grasping the hem of the skirt lost its strength, the tulle slipped from between the fingers, and the long tail of the silver dress fell to the ground. The curve is gently laid out at the feet. Sequins reflect the light of the glass in the setting sun. The sea breeze blew and blew away the girl's long seaweed-like hair.

Tang Yi stood there quietly, watching the young man's lonely and thin back about to melt into the last touch of the sun.

She greeted the light, her head tilted, and her eyes were as stubborn and stubborn as ever.

Call him: ".... Chen Ange. ”