Chapter 3662

There are many people who call him brother Xu, and Chu Xu doesn't think there is anything.

The man seldom spoke, but every time he called, he mixed a bit of bewitching meaning of indescribable and unknown, and the Chu mood was sharp and crisp.

The boy was still holding the cup of milk tea in his hand. His slow and partial eyes bit the straw and held it between his thin lips. His broken black hair half covered his eyebrows and eyes. Under the tall bridge of his nose, his lips were thin, soft and cold, revealing a faint line of snow color.

"Buy me a drink," he said after his throat moved and swallowed the Pearl.

Chu Xu thought,

You drank it all. Besides, isn't it too late.

He tutted: "you're welcome."

"Buy so much, help you drink." the young man said, carelessly opened the chair on his side and sat next to him. For a moment, he leaned close and the light fragrance lingered.

Chu Xu hooked up the lower lip corner and pressed down seriously after realizing what.

"Give me a drink," he said lazily, putting one hand on the back of the chair behind dyed white.

"There are on the table. Take it yourself."

"Oh." Chu Xu stared straight at ran Bai. The radian of her throat was sexy and straightforward. He bluntly said, "I want to drink this."

The boy didn't know what he thought, and whispered, "it's very picky."

Then he stretched out his hand directly and handed the milk tea to Chu Xu's lips without lifting his eyes.

Chu Xu was stunned, and then stretched out to the hand in front of him. When he took the milk tea, his skin color looked whiter. He held that position directly, didn't reach out to get it, lowered his head, took a sip and bit the straw.

After Chu Xu finished drinking, ranbai returned and continued to drink blandly. Even when swallowing the Pearl, there was a cold and pressing breath of abstinence.

Chu Xu thought about what ranbai had just said. A few seconds later, he reflected what he meant.

When I was reading in the classroom this noon, someone seemed to say that he was very picky.

... can it be the same?

Chu Xu licked his lower lip. For the sake of this man's initiative to feed milk tea, he didn't care about this sentence.

The bottom of his heart was like a bubbling orange soda, with a secret sense of pleasure that only he knew.

last,

This cup of milk tea was finished unconsciously,

Just five or six cups left.

Ran Bai straightened up and said in a very light tone, "I gave you every cup. Don't let me see you throw it."

Chu Xu picked up the tip of her eyebrows and gave a cry.

Dye Bai looks at him and looks a little surprised.

Standing in front of the counter, smiling, the two clerks who sold out several cups of milk tea were silent to each other.

"Was he looking at me before?"

"It seems not."

"Is it all digested internally now?"

"Probably."

“……”

After a sad moment, the clerk put down his heroic words, "the Jue Jue son in black."

Another clerk touched his chin. "Maybe it's lazy 1."

"No, look at the other one," the clerk pointed out. "The sign of our shop is cold like that. Can you what it is?"

Another person hissed and felt knocked: "also ha, he's so spoiled."

"Feeding milk tea."

"It's really happy to have a dependent child."

"I also want to be a little brother in black!!!"

The topic of success is becoming more and more biased.

Gu Qian: "

tell the truth,

She doesn't understand the direction.

"Give up." Muji youyou said, "you don't have a chance."

The milk tea shop closed at 10 p.m. when it was very late.

MUJI and Gu Qian said hello to him and left. Chu Xu has been dawdling until now, and then went out with him.

"What do you want to do with me?" the boy walked down the long street, carrying a black schoolbag on one shoulder, a straight school uniform and cold temperament.

"Did I follow you?" how could Chu Xu admit that he still carried a bag with six cups of milk tea in his hand, and asked lazily and righteously, "is the road yours?"

The young man glanced at him and stopped in place. His eyes were dark: "you go first."

Chu Xu wanted to know where Jingbai lived now, but he didn't expect that this person's attitude was like this.

He tutted, "just go."

The boy didn't speak, stood where he was, half his face hidden in the night.

I didn't say a word!

Chu Xu also stood for a while without expression, and finally strode in the opposite direction.

Go! Just! Go!

Who is rare.

Dyed white stood in place, her eyelashes drooped gently, and her pupils splashed ink. It was cold and bottomless. When the light of the street lamp came into her eyes, she saw nothing but indifference.

The next morning,

The sky is still gray, lead gray clouds scattered in the sky, like crystalline tears.

With that man, there was no warning.

6'o clock,

The boy came out of the old city and walked in the street before breakfast.

"Jing Bai?!"

Familiar, strange, rushed to the front at that moment.

His figure was there without warning, because the sound seemed to be nailed and motionless.

"It's really you!" the man's rough and hoarse voice is getting closer and closer, which has been a nightmare for countless days and nights.

Jingbai finally saw him.

The man wore a washed white vest and dark trousers. He was rough and tall. He also had stubble on his face. His face was yellow. He was very fierce and his temperament was a little sloppy.

He looked at the boy with excitement, anger, contradictory disgust and distorted joy.

Later, many days and nights came to a dead calm,

Every time a teenager thinks of it, he will feel funny.

A man like that,

How can it become a nightmare he avoided in his childhood.

Passers by will look at those two people.

In any way, it doesn't look like a person who can stand together.

"Follow me!" Muping couldn't find anyone. She was going to give up. Unexpectedly, she met him here. She was very excited for a time. She didn't want to. She was always arrogant. She wanted to grasp the boy's arm directly.

"I'm not free." Mo Yue was quiet for two seconds. The young man's back was stretched into a very depressed sharp arc. He turned sideways to avoid. He was too dirty. His dark eyes pressed the cold and fierce, like an abyss that would fall into at a glance, hiding thick malice.

"I'm your father!" Muping's eyes glared. He didn't have the consciousness that he hadn't been in charge of dyeing white for several years. He said angrily: "what's your attitude? Haven't you cleaned up your skin itching for several years?! I really don't dare to beat you here!"

In memory.

Countless times.

Vulgar language.

Gradually and in front of the people, roaring voice.

Overlap.

Let the youth slightly dizzy, psychological nausea suddenly rise.

"You fight." ran Bai said softly, with a calm sarcasm. The word was very light, pressing the cold hostility.

Such understatement makes Muping feel that he has no face, and the anger at the bottom of his heart is raised to the extreme.

He was surprised to find that the boy in front of him was even taller than him. Even when he looked at him, he was cold and condescending. The dark color of his eyes made Muping very uncomfortable, and there was a creepy illusion.

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