C2

Sunlight shone on the body of the car, which was adorned with the symbol of the royal crown, giving it a strong aristocratic air.

"Who is it!?" The driver got out and checked. He found some flowers and trees underneath the wheels. "Are you alright, little friend?"

"I... "I …" Wood, terrified, couldn't utter a word.

"Young master, our car scared a little friend."

"Let's go!"

Inside the long Lincoln luxury car, a sentence as cold as ice was spat out, clearly out of place in this hot summer.

"We're leaving now, little friend. If you're fine, please step aside a bit, okay?"

Wood, trying to get up, only to find that his knees were scraped, bloody holes, and bright red blood dripping onto the asphalt; dripping onto the road, it was exceptionally eye-catching, like a oil painting blooming with tiny flowers, dyed in red color, beautiful and fragrant, that stubborn appearance, it was blooming like a raging fire.

"Young Master, she's injured. What should we do?"

"Go!" I say go! " It was that emotionless voice again, like a sharp icicle. It was so cold that it pierced through the clothes of the colorful Flower Sea Flower that had bloomed under the scorching sun and summer, creating a hole.

When the driver heard this, his face turned pale. He hurriedly picked up the wooden log and said with embarrassment, "Let's go quickly. If the young master is really angry, then it won't be good."

"Is that so?" Hua Mu wrinkled his curved eyebrows and thought to himself, What a rude guy, is it amazing to have a car? He didn't even get off the car to apologize, he was completely out of his mind.

Wood limped to the back of the car and pointed at the person inside, "Get out! You bumped into someone, you know? You must apologize to me. "

Ah!" I can't allow this to happen... "The heavens …

The kind driver was about to pull the wooden log away, but it was too late! The sound of a door opening resounded out like thunder.

A figure stepped out of it, its shadow long and long, like the silhouette of an old castle, towering and majestic.

Mu Mu had to raise his head high in order to see his appearance more clearly. Once he saw this, he stopped breathing and then, his mind became unstoppable as he began to let his imagination run wild …

Heavens! He was so tall! The golden ratio of his body was even more infuriating than the male lead in a girl's cartoon! It should be 1 metre 89 right? It's so sturdy. I wonder if you can play basketball well?

He was dressed in a black suit with a delicate lace collar, three red badges on the left breast, golden cuffs, an Imperial waistline, and a beaded waist. Belt and gold chain; straight, leather-striped jeans hidden in high, sequined combat boots. This was the power and grace of imperial attire, hard and handsome at the same time.

He looked the imbecile up and down, and raised his eyebrows as they sloped into the trees.

This fellow didn't look like a human at all? Why isn't he human? For he had a face that was "so beautiful, so unruly, so cool that it had no humanity at all." See:

His hair was as black as sandalwood, covering his broad and bright forehead in a soft yet smooth manner. His chiseled face was sharp like a knife, mesmerizing people who saw it, his towering nose was like a blade unsheathed, as if a finger could lightly brush against the tyranny and sharpness of the sword qi. His long and slightly curved lips were like honey under the sun, making people want to slowly get close and gently lick it. It must have been beautiful; but he couldn't see his eyes in the dark glasses, and he wondered if the eyes behind the mirror were disappointing.

Hua Mu stared at him. After thinking for a long time, he still didn't know what he was up to.

The chauffeur lowered his head and sighed, thinking, "Ah, I wonder how many people would fall for this young master's appearance. I have seen the face for more than 20 years, but I still have to think about it. Why did I, a man, have to be born a male? I'm transgender, but oh, I'm too old!" Cough … Cough … He had changed the subject. He had changed the subject.

Stop throwing rotten eggs, come back to life, come back to life.

"Young master …"

The cool-looking teenager waved his left hand, interrupting the driver's words.

"Uncle Hong, leave immediately!"

He turned around, handsome in seven, with a sinister curve, and was about to step into the car as if he were dancing a waltz.

Hua Mu regained his senses, "I said, you have to apologize to me!"

I'm scared of you when I'm handsome; I'm scared of you when I'm cool; and I'm not scared of you when I'm handsome and cool!