On his cell phone, there is a picture.

There are two people in the picture.

The content of the photo is the picture of Song Ci just reaching for the gift box.

The man's finger slid on the mobile phone, and another picture appeared on the mobile phone screen.

This photo is also two people. However, one of the people in this photo is Song Ci, and the other is night glass sitting in a sports car.

The man lowered the brim of his cap and smiled at the corners of his mouth.

However, because his chin is full of acne, so the appearance of half covering his face and hooking his lips and smiling not only doesn't make people feel mysterious and elegant, but makes people feel particularly like criminals.

Seeing that Song Ci had gone for a long time, the man was no longer hiding. He came out of the flower bed, stuffed his mobile phone into his right trouser pocket and walked in the direction Song Ci had just gone.

The back is tall and slender. If you don't just see his chin, just from the back, this figure belongs to the handsome type.

One meter eight or so tall, with wide shoulders, narrow hips and long legs, the proportion is perfect. If you only look at the back, it's an absolute back killer.

He walked straight all the way to the corner where Song Ci had just disappeared, and the man paused. However, on second thought, Song Ci had been gone for so long, and his disdainful appearance could not be waiting for him here. Therefore, he walked over with confidence, and there was really no trace of song CI.

He tapped his chest and moved on.

Then, at another corner, he walked directly.

Just after the corner, he took two steps. The man felt his left shoulder sink and his steps stopped immediately.

His head tilted to the left, his eyes looked down, and his white slender hand was still on his shoulder.

Immediately, he felt the cell phone in his right trouser pocket pulled out.

Turning around, song Zizheng took back his left hand on his shoulder, and what she held in her right hand was the mobile phone just pulled out of her trouser pocket.

"Give it back to me." the man reached out to grab it.

Song Ci jumped back gently and touched his finger on his mobile phone.

Ignore him at all.

"I told you to give it back!"

The man held out his hand and tried to grab the mobile phone.

"Tut Tut, it's really ugly." Song Ci leaned over and said tut tut.

"It's none of your business whether it's ugly or not. Give me back my mobile phone quickly!" the man was angry, lying in his heart and forgot to set the password again.

"Promise, give it back to you." Song Ci deleted the photo and handed back his mobile phone.

The man took the phone and turned it over several times. He couldn't find the two photos, so he shouted angrily.

"Song Ci, you son of a bitch, why delete my picture!" the man stared at Song Ci and wanted to eat it.

"I didn't delete your photos." Song Ci went to the corner, picked up the computer and gift box in the corner, took photos of the dust on it, and then continued: "what I deleted is my photos."

"You, you..." the man you for a long time, but he didn't give you anything.

Song Ci raised his head and looked at the man. Suddenly, he grabbed the man's front ban and pulled it down. The man was half short in an instant.

"What are you?" Song Ci said in a tone of tugging, and then lifted the man's cap, and the man's face was exposed.

The feeling of this face is ugly.

It's not that the facial features are so crooked, but because of the acne on the face, the whole exquisite facial features have no sense of beauty.