"Well, I didn't save you anyway, proving that the Adept is not invincible."

Zhuang Mengmeng: "......"

Mingshu patted her on the shoulder: "Let's go back and rest first, what's the matter, I'll eat tomorrow...... Again. ”

Zhuang Mengmeng: "......"

I hear you.

"The room is locked, and I'm not sure if those people will do anything." Mingshu sent Zhuang Mengmeng back to the room: "You are here, I will protect you." ”

Zhuang Mengmeng was very moved when he heard this.

But......

"Don't run, I'll be sad, if you run away, there will be no one to make food for you."

She now wondered what she had brought herself back for.

Zhuang Mengmeng lying on the bed is a little unreal.

Since a month ago......

She didn't dare to trust strangers casually.

I'm afraid that one of my trusts, when I wake up, I will lie in a strange place and face some strange people.

Zhuang Mengmeng crossed her hands on her abdomen, and she stared at the ceiling......

But she still wants to believe that there are still many good people in this world, isn't it?

She exhaled slightly.

Good morning.

-

Knock –

Knock –

Mingshu stared at the ceiling, as if he was going to stare out of a hole, what was the childhood sweetheart upstairs doing!

Mingshu was irritable and ate two bites of snack.

She took her mobile phone, and with Jiang Le's unremitting efforts, she went to play a few games, and Jiang Le didn't know how to talk about Lu Zhan.

"I called Brother Zhan just now, but he didn't answer, and I couldn't find anyone on the weekend, did you say that Brother Zhan saved the world."

"Hahaha, you've got a good brain." Tang Zhe laughed, not knowing what he had dropped, and there was a sparse noise.

"Brother Zhan is not an ordinary person!" Cheng Xiang sighed: "You can't compare with us laypeople. ”

"Say that I will have dinner tomorrow night, Brother Zhan, don't let me go of the pigeons, otherwise Miss Sangyin will block me, never take me to eat chicken again, and never go to the peak of life again, this is absolutely impossible!"

"It's okay, you can pay for it yourself." Mingshu said, "I don't mind. ”

"Poor!" Jiang Le was sad and indignant: "Recently, I have been so poor that I only have pants left, I sell myself, do you want it?" ”

Tang Zhe: "No, next." ”

Cheng Xiang: "Don't, next." ”

Mingshu: "No, next." ”

Jiang Le: "You ...... you"

Cheng Xiang: "Sang Yin, what's your voice over there?" Why does it keep knocking? Is there anyone else decorating on the big night? ”

Mingshu: "......"

She also wanted to go up and press that childhood sweetheart.

It was almost early in the morning, and several people had said it, and Mingshu threw away the slightly hot mobile phone.

The sound upstairs hasn't stopped, and it's very regular.

Mingshu got up and opened the door and went out, ready to go upstairs to teach this childhood sweetheart the truth of life.

As soon as he walked to the staircase, he was stopped by a black-clad bodyguard.

"Miss Sang, you can't go up."

Mingshu resisted the urge to beat him and smiled: "Then can you let your young master be quiet?" Figured it out, this is my home! What about the demolition in the middle of the night? ”

"I'm sorry for the trouble." The bodyguard bowed ninety degrees: "I will go up and talk to the young master." ”

Mingshu: "......"

If you don't fight with me, you're embarrassed to hit someone.

Mingshu went downstairs slowly, drank a glass of milk, ate a few snacks, and returned to the room-

Knock –

Knock –

It's still a regular sound.

Mingshu pushed open the window and climbed up on the ledge.

The window facing the third floor was locked, and Mingshu grabbed the edge again and went around to the balcony next to it.

She jumped into the balcony, which was also locked.

Mingshu reached out and knocked on the glass.

The room was pitch black, and Mingshu shook his kung fu, and suddenly a white shadow stood in the middle of the room.

Mingshu took a step back.

What the heck!

What the hell did my grandfather pick up at home?

But......

Mingshu frowned slightly, and raised his hand to knock on the glass again.

The white shadow stood for a moment, then walked over and opened the bolt.

Mingshu pushed open the glass door, and a cool breeze blew into the room from all around her body, and the curtain flew with it, blocking the two of them.

The boy held a jumping ball in his hand, he raised his hand and threw it, and the jumping ball jumped on the floor a few times, accurately hitting the switch of the light not far away.

Syllable!

The room suddenly lit up.

The boy was dressed in white pajamas, pure white, the kind without the slightest pattern.

His face was very pale, abnormally white, and he could almost see the tiny blood vessels under his skin.

It contrasts sharply with the black and white eyes.

There is a morbid beauty in the teenager.

The boy took two steps towards her, almost face to face with her, the boy was taller than Mingshu, and his gaze was lowered.

"Last time, you betrayed me."

"So what?"

The young man looked at her intently, and after a moment turned and walked back to the room: "Not much. ”

Well?

Don't you settle accounts?

Mingshu frowned slightly as he watched him step barefoot on the floor.

The young man's voice came slowly: "I can't do anything to you, after all, you are the master here." ”

He picked up the jump ball and stared at it, not moving for a long time.

Mingshu entered the house, closed the glass door with his hand, and the night breeze disappeared, and the noisy sound disappeared with it.

The room was silent.

"You know I'm the master here, and you're still disturbing the people at night?"

The boy threw the jumping ball to the floor, and the jumping ball fell to the ground, and after jumping, he picked it up with his hand, and then smashed it down again, and so on.

"Excuse me?" The young man looked sideways: "I won't apologize." ”

Mingshu: "......" is okay, it's great! It's heavenly!

The boy smashed the bouncing ball for a while, and he did not show any reaction to the invasion of his territory to the extra person in the room.

It's as if one more person is like one more object.

Mingshu stood by and watched him for a while, and he kept that position, motionless, and the jump ball could accurately fall into his palm every time, without the slightest deviation.

The boy threw the jumping ball again, and with a 'pop', the room went dark, and Mingshu saw the jumping ball bounce back from the other side and be held by the boy.

"You're a Stranger?"

"Young Master, haven't you slept yet?"

The voices of Mingshu and the bodyguards outside almost overlapped.

"Sleep." Less young voices should respond.

I don't even have the taste of wanting to cover it, it's just talking nonsense with my eyes open.

The bodyguards outside seemed to be used to it, and said respectfully: "Young master, what do you have to call us." ”

"Got it."

The teenager deserves it quickly.

But his attitude towards smashing the jump ball did not relent.

Apparently the bodyguard outside the door also heard it.

There was silence outside the door for a few seconds, and then there was the sound of footsteps leaving.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

The boy suddenly raised his hand and threw the jump ball towards Mingshu, and at this moment time seemed to be slowed down.

Mingshu could almost see the trajectory of the jumping ball.

The boy still kept throwing the jumping ball, and on his pale face, he couldn't tell whether it was indifference or sarcasm, or whether there was no expression at all.