Chapter 219 Death Game (58) (4 more)
Chapter 219 Death Game (58) (4 more)
Chapter 219 Death Game (58) (four more)
Si Kang was a little surprised. He handed over all kinds of fake documents that were so fake that they were genuine. After a while, he still couldn't help asking:
"You don't really like that little girl, do you?"
"I don't like it." Flipping through the little girl's ID photo, he rubbed the girl on it with his fingertips. Thinking of what he was going to do later, he was probably in a good mood, so the boy chose to answer this question, and he habitually showed a smile. With a bright and bright smile, shallow dimples, and cute little canine teeth: "It's fate."
That was the little girl he had to take care of even if he gave up his life.
Scone was even more surprised.
After getting along for many years, no one understands the character of the person in front of him better than him.
Although the relationship between the two seems to be very good now, they were neighbors since they were young, and if something happened, Su Yiyang could stab him in the heart without blinking, and even smiled brightly.
However, it was precisely because of this inexplicable sense of fear that Sikang did not choose to ask more: "Then I wish you a happy license."
He is very smart... Or in other words, he has been with this lunatic and mentally ill for a long time. Those who are not smart, or who have no wink, all disappeared inexplicably in the end.
It's okay to joke properly in front of teenagers.
But if you accidentally touch any of Su Yiyang's inexplicable nerves, not to mention Sikang, or the biological parents of this person in front of you, I am afraid that some "accident" will suddenly happen and die in less than half an hour.
It's like he said to Su's parents yesterday - Su Yiyang is back.
Instead of Su Yiyang coming back with a strange girl.
This guy in front of me is really mentally ill, with congenital antisocial personality disorder, he has no sense of guilt or fear, he only looks for excitement, even if he kills his parents, he will probably be very happy, and he feels a lot easier.
So, before the young man could reply, Sikang said first: "I still have some things to deal with, I'll leave later, but if you want wedding photos, I can make some for you."
After so many years, it is easy for him to know which words can make this lunatic ignore his own existence.
Sure enough, Si Kang saw the corners of the young man's lips curled up, his dark eyes sparkling, and the tips of his white ears hidden under the broken black hair were slightly red, like a student who just fell in love, that gentle and satisfied expression was probably Si Kang's Seeing it for the first time in this life: "No, she is mine, no need to take pictures."
"Okay, then I'm leaving."
Si Kang didn't choose to ask more questions, who knows what this mental illness is thinking, he tightened his scarf in fear of the cold, took another breath, put his hands into the side pocket of the long windbreaker, and turned his head simply leave.
Even though it was the time when summer and autumn were handing over, some girls who love beauty were still wearing half sleeves and skirts, but the young man covered himself up as tightly as winter, and put on a long windbreaker early on, with all the buttons fastened, airtight, and wearing Wearing a mask, those who don't know thought it was a celebrity traveling.
A girl was turning her back and chatting excitedly with the best friend behind her. One accidentally bumped into the young man. She hurriedly turned her head and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay?"
Si Kang subconsciously bent a gentle smile, but remembered that he was wearing a mask now, so he softened his voice a little, and helped the girl: "It's okay, just be careful next time."
Seeing the young man withdrew his hands in fear of the cold, especially seeing the gentle and tired eyes on the top of the mask, Lin Jiu's brain twitched, and before Si Kang turned and left, she subconsciously took out a warm sticker from her bag : "This is for you."
(End of this chapter)
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