Kiss You, Sweetheart

Although he was dressed in black, the scenery around him was so old.

But it can't be denied that when he walked in the narrow alley, he had a scene of his own, with the dilapidation around him, which had a certain color.

People around him pay attention to him in silence. Even if they don't know his identity, they also feel that he has a special temperament. The noble spirit makes them look up to him in silence.

There was a whisper, guessing his identity.

With only a pair of sunglasses, no mask and no attention to other people's gossip, Ming Yankui went straight to the end of the alley and stood in front of a small window.

Eyebrows, can't help slightly frown up.

He remembers that it used to be a non-staple food store, but now it has become a noisy mahjong hall. There are four mahjong tables in the room, two of which are playing mahjong. Shirtless men are holding cigarettes and swearing.

When the teahouse owner saw Ming Yanyao, he wanted to meet him, but when he saw his momentum, he hesitated.

How can a young master with such a neat and noble temperament come to his small teahouse to play cards.

But Ming yanmao, staring at this facade for a long time, his eyes were deep, showing a bit of sharpness.

Yes, that's it. He remembers it.

The little figure, wearing a floral skirt, handed him a bottle of mineral water with a smile.

It was very hot that day, and the mineral water was not very cold, but his heart was cool and comfortable.

Recall so far, Ming Yande slightly ah a breath.

Things are different

He turned and was ready to leave, but he did not take a few steps and stopped. There is always a void in my heart, which needs an answer to fill.

Ming Yanyao turns around slowly and looks at the teahouse owner who is looking at him.

Teahouse owner's short body, subconsciously shrunk, dodged his eyes, pretended to be inadvertently swept over Ming Yanyao, such a cold figure, he did not dare to provoke.

Originally just curious look, who knows this young master will suddenly turn around.

But Ming Yanyao stepped forward to him with long legs. The momentum made the teahouse owner stand up from the stool and murmur, "what's the matter?"

"I'm looking for mococo." Ming Yanyao's voice was cold, and Mandarin C was as smooth as his mother tongue.

The teahouse owner was relieved that he had come to look for someone.

He lost his smile and nodded: "this young master, Mo coco doesn't live here."

Ming Yanyao eyebrows pick, there is a little disappointment in his heart, spread in his heart, cold his whole person's aura, even colder.

Looking at his puzzled expression, the teahouse quickly explained: "young master, this is mokoko's house, but her mother sold it to me. It seems that she went to K country to find her own father.

Her mother has cancer. Coco and her fiance take her to the man. She wants to see him before she dies. "

Fiance

Ming Yan's eyes suddenly condensed.

She has a fiance, but he is still foolishly looking for her whereabouts

Ridiculous!

Ming Yande's whole body sank, turned around and left in a hurry.

The bodyguard had already stood by the door. Seeing Ming Yanyao coming, he quickly opened the door and welcomed him to the car.

Ming Yankui sends out air-conditioning to others.

The bodyguard was holding his mobile phone in his hand. He didn't know whether to answer it or not. He said carefully, "second highness, Miss Lan's phone."

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good night, please pay attention to your second highness. He is the man who talks about new articles. Ha ha, if you are very popular!