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It was unexpected for Chen Zhuo to meet again in this way.

He knew that the little girl was moving, but he went to Hong Kong a while ago. A catering exchange study, for several days, so that he has no time to take care of many things.

Seeing the discussion about "The Second Missing of Fairy" in the WeChat group, he knew that Xianbei had moved away.

As for where he moved, he plans to ask again when he comes back. As long as she is still in the world, he can find her.

The previous "goodbye" was nothing more than the self-confidence of straight men.

However, life is like this, the preference is unexpected.

Every Thursday, Chen Zhuo goes to the fencing club.

He doesn't have many hobbies, so epee is one.

Chen Zhuo has been practicing for many years, and he is well-known in the club. The students who fought against him have hardly beaten him.

The one who can compete with him is the mascot (named by himself), Jiang Pride.

The boy was more than ten years younger than him, and his family was well-off. He was brought by his parents when he was a senior and said he wanted to learn fencing.

He was 186 tall and had long hands and feet, so the coach recommended epee.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and Jiang is proud to have some fur.

At the beginning, I was naturally tortured by Chen Yuan elder, and was laughed at by the same students.

But he has made rapid progress, especially in the past two years, Chen Zhuo has become more and more aware that his wrist flexibility and reaction speed are indeed inferior to young people.

One move, one move, after the heartfelt enthusiasm, the two took off their masks and sat on the side bench to rest.

Jiang proudly twisted the bottle of water and handed it to him, panting and asking, "Did you talk about the person?"

Chen Zhuo sipped his mouth: "No."

Jiang Pride was surprised: "Not yet? That is to say..."

He rolled his eyes, as if he was making some horrible idea: "Are you still living by yourself? In the 170-plus flat area on the second floor of your store, is it not too empty for you to live alone?"

Chen Zhuo said softly, "Why, are you moving in to live with me?"

Jiang proudly shook his hand: "Hey, hey, don't think too much, I'm very straight. I live with my girlfriend now, not to mention it's cool, my parents thought I was living in school, haha."

He scratched his head: "Actually, it's a friend of my girlfriend's eager to rent a house."

Chen Zhuo: "I don't rent."

Jiang Pride: "I know you don’t rent, so I’ll just ask. Her friend is a bit special. She is a cartoonist that I like very much. Then, my girlfriend is actually her editor. I was just last week. Know, you said it was a coincidence?"

The boy rubbed his sweaty bangs: "I always thought it was a male painter, but I didn't expect to be a girl, and she was very shy...Hey, it's not shy, I don't know how to say it, but talking to her is very hard. I really want to die. With this character, it is so difficult to find a house. As a result, my girlfriend is afraid that she will have a bad life. The standard for finding a house is very high. The rent cannot be high, the place cannot be partial, and the milk tea shop is much more. Because This girl likes to drink milk tea. Are these creative people a little quirky?"

Chen Zhuo couldn't help frowning with a name in his heart.

"Milk tea-I immediately thought of you," Jiang proudly put on a distressed look: "Apart from you, aren't there a lot of milk tea shops near you? Help me check if there are any houses that are good and cheap. If you can live in You are the best, you are an acquaintance, a gentleman, let’s rest assured. Although this girl doesn’t like talking, but fortunately, she doesn’t like to talk. She is in the stuffy room all day, so I can’t disturb you at all. I’m really anxious. Ah, she treats us every day, it is inconvenient for her, nor for us."

Stretch the eyebrows. In order to confirm whether the facts are as guessed in his heart, Chen Zhuo asked calmly, "Can you read her cartoons?"

Jiang Pride: "Do you also read comics?"

"Well, look."

Jiang proudly took out his mobile phone, opened the Manxin APP under Yuanguangsha, and called up a highly popular fantasy comic that is being serialized.

The name of the work is "Curious Evil",

And draw that column...

A familiar name immediately followed.

...

——

Coming out of the club, there are thousands of lights and neon lights outside.

On the way to pick up the car, Chen Zhuo himself smiled incredulously.

How can there be such fate?

Facing the night breeze, the man sighed. Little girl, she didn't give herself another pen name. Is she stupid or lazy?

——

Within two days, Chen Zhuo and Jiang proudly met.

As soon as he got to the front of the building, the boy in the co-driver couldn't wait to get out of the car and shouted anxiously. I went upstairs to pick her up. You will be waiting here!

Chen Zhuo lowered the car window ahead of time, and he didn't know the reason for his subconscious action.

Perhaps it was to let the wind and light flow in and calm the agitated mood.

Chen Zhuo thought that this anxiety was only temporary. It was similar to a parent picking up kindergarten children from school, and when he came out of school and returned to his vision, he would relax.

In fact, there is no.

When I really saw Jiang Pride leading the little girl out of the corridor, his anxiety did not settle, but he was... even more nervous?

He cleaned up the house early in the morning, thinking that he was prepared properly, but forgot to draw up an opening statement for them to meet again.

Chen Zhuo immediately got out of the car and walked towards the girl.

It's still the drooping little head, the lingering, isolated mood.

When she stopped in front of the girl, she still didn't look up at him.

But Chen Zhuo couldn't help but the corners of his mouth turned up, calling out her name, and then carefully pondering her reaction.

The little girl's short stunned, as well as the clear and recognizable surprise in the glance at each other, the surprise that cannot be ignored, all made him understand——

She hadn't forgotten him, she was very happy to see him.

But Chen Zhuo still wanted to tease her. There was no reason for this emotion and interest.

It was like on the way here, his thoughts were hazy, and he didn't quite understand why he cared about a little girl and allowed her to break into his life.

Going deeper, it seems that there is no definite answer.

The attraction between men and women may itself be a kind of metaphysics.

One way in life, you will encounter many flowers, some of them will attract people's eyes because of their bright colors, and some of them will make people stop by because of their rich smell.

Xianbei is different. She is a small flower bone flower that does not want to bloom at all. It was born in the corner of the wall, wishing no one would find her existence.

But what to do, he accidentally caught a glimpse of this weird and lonely little flower.

A wonderful selfish idea was born.

I want to transplant her to my own territory, observe and care, one day, I will watch her Turui bloom in full bloom.

Of course, it's best to treat him alone.

——

Senbei certainly doesn't know this.

Small Step Small Step followed Chen Zhuo, Yu Guangli, looked at his pair of sneakers, and after busying, he carried her bag to the trunk.

Huh... I was so nervous that I wanted to pierce the heart of the earth.

Especially Yuanyuan's boyfriend is still aside deliberately teasing: "Hey, you two knew each other in the first place, Brother Chen, you hide quite deep, hahahaha..."

boom.

The trunk was closed by Chen Zhuo, only when he said "Get in the car", Xianbei woke up, and the little chicken pecks rice and nodded, and ran to the side of the car.

In the daylight, the man stood tall and looked back at her.

However, seeing Senbei suddenly stopped and stood by the side of the carriage, it was a little dilemma.

Yes, Senbei is in trouble.

Sit back or front?

For the co-pilot...

Is it too close?

There is no space between the backs of the chairs, so if you sit side by side with...that person directly, she might sit on pins and needles.

After all, until now, her heartbeat hasn't been reduced.

Back seat...

It seems to mean to treat people as drivers, so rude...

Senbei, you are sent to the fence!

It is already very grateful for others to take you in. What are you still picking and choosing...

Senbei scolded himself in his heart.

When he made a decision, the man seemed to have a mind-reading skill, and he walked around neatly and opened the passenger door for her.

The problem was solved, Xianbei was stunned, and climbed up to the co-pilot.

Halfway through, he also said a breezy "thank you", but visually he didn't hear it at all.><

After Xianbei got on the car, the man closed the car door in no hurry, and stood still.

If the eyes of others are sensitive points of Senbei, then Chen Zhuo's eyes are definitely sensitive max.

After a few seconds, the girl was at a loss and began to touch her forehead.

Chen Zhuo bent his lips and brought the door to the door neither light nor heavy.

Outside the window, Yuanyuan's boyfriend exhorted a few words, and Chen Zhuo said goodbye to him politely, and got into the car.

Senbei is still in the old posture, the clan who bows their heads forever.

Sneakingly, a pair of slender and powerful hands gripped the steering wheel.

After a while, the car did not start.

Suddenly, a hand was freed up and poked in her direction.

Senbei was startled, and subconsciously hid behind him, and his chin closed tighter.

Noting her movement, the hand was suspended for a while. Then the owner of the hand smiled from his nose.

It was inaudible, but Senbei heard it. This sound was the past of the current itching, causing her ears to feel hot.

The hand didn't approach her as she expected, just raised it a few points and pulled down the sun visor in front of her.

?

The front was darker suddenly, Xianbei took a few glances and didn't understand.

The big sun at noon made her very uncomfortable, but no one knew about it except her.

In fact, there are many things she doesn't understand.

From the moment he appeared, the questions in her heart were enough to compile one hundred thousand whys.

Why would he become her landlord?

Why didn't he tell her in advance?

Before that, did he know that she was her new tenant?

What kind of mood does he have when seeing her again?

Why is everything so coincidental?

...

But the next second, the man's peaceful voice sounded from his side:

"Don't think about anything, you'll be home after you sleep."

Xianbei said in her heart, but soon, her pupils widened, and there was a gurgling feeling behind her.

Oh my **** this is not...

If it weren't for the timidity, she almost asked her head in surprise.

Senbei seemed to be put in a steamer, and she couldn't tell the difference between the noodles or the heart.

Is it a coincidence, or... deliberate...?

In her debut novel "The Lost City", the protagonist was accidentally bitten by a zombie, and the initial symptom of the infection mutation was photophobia.

But he was quickly rescued, and the professor came to pick him up to the base.

After getting in the car, he worried that he would suddenly lose consciousness and hurt his friends along the way.

The professor put down the sun visor in front of him in the same way, looked at him gently and said:

"Don't think about anything, you'll be home after you sleep."