Bandit: "......"
Wang Long: "......"
The young man's lips curled up in a faintly arrogant smile, his black hair fluttering in the wind, his hands tucked into his pockets, exuding an air of noble elegance.
"Don't pretend with us, hand over the money!" The bandit glared at Shu Qing, holding a knife and pointing it at her, saying viciously.
Her eyes were slightly intoxicated, her cheeks were faintly red, and the corners of her lips were hooked up: "You guys are not very lucky, I'm in a bad mood today."
A fleeting glimmer of dark red light flashed in the eyes under the black messy hair on the boy's forehead, and he shrugged his shoulders, flexing his muscles, with loose clothes revealing a wild nature.
"Roar"
"Roar"
The young man's figure flashed through the group of robbers, leaving behind a trail of mournful cries.
Shu Cheng furrowed her brow, listening to the wailing sound beside her ear, and took out a tissue from her bag to wipe her slender hands.
Wang Long stared blankly at the scene, thinking to himself that his decision this time was indeed correct. Following this young man would absolutely be more promising than following that scumbag Xu Hua.
"This group of people is handed over to you." The young man instructed Wang Long in a careless manner, throwing the tissue into the trash can on the side and turning around to leave with his hands in his pockets.
"Shu Cheng..." Wang Long watched as the young man walked away, wanting to speak but stopping himself. As long as there are green hills, there will be no lack of firewood; there will still be opportunities.
……
A gentle breeze on the internet has made a humble bamboo stone suddenly famous overnight.
Peking University Chinese Department professors and Poetry Association presidents jointly issued a statement, saying that this poem has extremely high artistic and aesthetic value, and expressed that An Zhiyuan's temperament is very high, and humbly stated that they are not as good as him.
Several experts' blogs exploded, and Zhu Shi's name was on everyone's lips.
Brave warrior, you're pregnant: Haha, I'm so mighty and domineering! How magnificent is our great An Da!
Wife: You've grown taller!
Me: I, An Da, am mighty and majestic! How magnificent is An Da!
Feng Shao: In this life, there is only one who can be as calm and composed as An Da, and that's An Da himself. Only someone like him can write such poetic lines, and create works like "Dou Po Cang Qiong" and "Pan Long". My An Da is majestic and powerful! Glorious indeed is my An Da!
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Feng Shao: Hahaha, professionally bad team formation
Only loving Shengshi Xingchen: I am Andai mighty and domineering! Magnificent me Andai!
……
At 5 am, the young man slowly returned to his own villa and turned on the light to see a certain man sitting on the sofa.
The man sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking at her with a lazy and cold gaze, his voice carrying a natural air of superiority: "Where did you go?"
Shu Cheng lifted her face, flushed from the intoxicating aroma, and gazed at the handsome man in front of her, smiling slyly as she replied: "I'm going to the bar to find some prey."
Rong Yun's eyebrows slightly furrowed as she looked at a certain young man who was drunk, and helped him onto the sofa. She rubbed his hair, "Not very old, but quite temperamental."
Her eyes were blurry and she was listening dazedly, when suddenly she let out a cold laugh, "If you think I have a bad temper, then you might as well go find someone who is...leaky..."
Rong Yun's eyebrows slightly furrowed, he leaned forward, his thin lips fiercely attacking the youth, a fiery kiss sealing the youth's lips.
"Hmm..." The young man was stunned for a moment, then hugged the man tightly, his hands on his neck, responding passionately.
Rong Yun raised an eyebrow and picked up the young princess, heading towards the bedroom...
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