Master Zhan, Calm Down!

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As far as he is so obvious, what tracking is still playing?

Even in disguise, Sang Xia recognized it at a glance. God knew she thought he didn't want to abuse himself, so she left the house early, but how could she have thought that this **** would follow her. +++Mobile reading visit m.wuxiaspot.com

Sang Xia saved the photo, found the correspondent—the demon pervert—selected the picture, typed a few words, and sent it.

After a series of actions, a man in the crowd who was worried, his cell phone rang suddenly.

He quickly took it out, covered it, and looked behind him to see if she had discovered it, but he cursed silently in his heart as to who was sending him something at this time.

Let him know, it's dead!

He slid off the phone screen, and before he saw who sent the text message, he was attracted by the message.

That is a photo, three words.

And that photo...

The moment he saw it clearly, his face turned black!

Several faces (colors) changed immediately, turning green for a while, and now it resembles a roasted red shrimp.

It is clear from the photo that he was squeezing around on the subway, poking his head to see who she was videoing with, but didn't want to. She was taking a selfie on purpose to let him in the mirror!

The picture is so ugly!

And those three words, he just wanted to find a hole to get in.

It says: [Shameless]

Rong Zhan: "..."

shameless.

She scolded herself shamelessly.

Rong Zhan's face (color) is very complicated and subtle: "..."

He stared at the message for a long time, and then wiped his face in frustration, as if he was really faceless to see people.

Is he easy? He is a frightening arms guy, but he is afraid that his wife will run away with others and come out to follow him secretly.

I was so mocked when I discovered it.

No face at all.

She pokes him inwardly every time.

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After Sang Xia got off the subway, he called again and went directly to Bo Yi.

"I took it off for you last night, and you forgot to put it on in the morning."

Bo Yi took out the watch, his tone was light and gentle.

He was wearing a black (color) overcoat and a high-collared light gray (color) cashmere sweater. His face was clear and handsome, and his body was slender. There was a natural atmosphere of nobility and alienation between his gestures.

It is also full of strong abstinence, as if it is not profanable.

Sang Xia pulled the corner of her lips and stretched out his hand to take it, but he wanted to help her put it on. The action was very natural, as if subconsciously, it was too late if Sang Xiagang felt that something was wrong.

His hands are already on hers.

While he was helping her to wear it, a gentle and elegant voice came at the same time, "...you are still the same as before, always asking me to remind you."

When he said this, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow on his eyelids. The skin on her hands was almost transparent, and she could clearly see the blue (colored) blood vessels under the skin.

Sang Xia was speechless, and Bo Yi didn't need to say anything. She knew that Bo Yi had suffered too much for treatment.

He has lost a lot of weight, and his body is not as good as before.

For whom is he doing this?

Sang Xiayu slowly incited her eyelashes, her lips pressed lightly, she knew, but she wanted to pretend not to know...

She ignored the pain in her heart. After putting it on, she smiled at him, "Go back now, I’m sorry to trouble you, keep warm in cold weather."

After she said politely, she took a step back, stopped staying, and turned to leave.

But Bo Yi just looked at her slender figure as she left, looking at her plain eyes, suddenly becoming complicated and obscure...

Because, not far away.

A black (colored) figure was waiting for her.