Sunny smiled with crooked eyes and a sweet tone, "And little brother, I saved you and you saved me. We just saved each other like friends, right?"
She saved him... He didn't deny that the bomb fog and taking the bullets for him could be regarded as life-saving.
But, he also saved her?
When did he save her? He was the one who shot her just now. He pushed her away at the last critical moment because he hadn't asked her about her identity or the person behind it. This little kid looked quite smart.
, why does your emotional intelligence seem stupid?
"Then we are friends now, right?" Sunny ignored the beautiful boy's face changing from green to red, took another step forward, enthusiastically grabbed the little brother's hand, and appealed again, "The camera near the bar here is not damaged. I
When I took the bullet out for you just now, it was exactly where it was aimed.
, Little brother, it started when you said you wanted evidence just now. It was all recorded. I have extracted it and put it on my dad’s computer... Little brother, we are no longer strangers. We already have cameras to prove it for us.
There is a video and there is the truth. This time, you can’t deny it.”
The young man looked at the empty shotgun thrown aside, looked at his sister-in-law Liang who was holding his hand with an enthusiastic face, listened to her words, and opened his mouth... He unexpectedly found that he had nothing to say in reply.
No! Word! Can! Reply!
This little girl is eloquent, but her ability to confuse right and wrong is too high, right? Thinking about it from beginning to end, why does it seem like he is stupid?
Depend on!
The young man glanced at Song Qingtian coldly, and after a long while, he held back a cold remark, "Why do you want to be friends with me so much?"
"Because..." Qingtian shrugged and answered honestly, "Because they are good-looking. I like good-looking people."
The handsome boy who has been accustomed to confessions since he was a child should have been numb when he heard such compliments. But when he heard this girl say such words, for some reason, he felt a little proud in his heart - like it? Confess your love to him.
Really?
No wonder he smiled at him from the beginning, attracted his attention, dispersed smoke bombs to save him, and even took bullets for him... It seems that his personal charm is too strong.
He looked at Xiao Qingtian's shriveled chest and pure eyes again, and sighed in his heart. He has been living so long, and wherever he goes, he is constantly being confessed to and chatted up by, both men and women. Now, even children can't
I can't resist his personal charm... What does God want from him?
When the boy turned Xiao Qingtian into his admirer and secret crush, his tone became more confident and less guarded. He leaned on the bar and asked, "Name."
Exchanging names is the basic communication of being friends.
Qingtian remembered that she had read this sentence in a book before, so she happily said to her, "My name is Qingtian, Song Qingtian, where are you, little brother?"
"L", the boy fiddled with the steel lighter he picked up from the ground, concealed his name and only said his pronoun, "My name is L."
Wow - exchanged names, successful communication for the first time!
Qingtian was very excited. Three steps turned into two steps and he ran forward, climbed onto the high stool in front of the bar, held his little face in his hands and asked again, "How old is brother L? Why did those people kill you? How do you feel now...
,Are you okay?"
"Sixteen", the young man answered simply, "The people who are chasing me are the ones who have had a feud for many years. I'm already used to it and can deal with it. It's okay."
His eyes fell on her pocket, and he asked with trembling eyes, "Where did the smoke bomb-like thing in your pocket come from, and what is it called?"
He had just been shopping on the international arms black market some time ago, and had never found anything so small in appearance but powerful in function——
"This," Qingtian took out three top-shaped objects and looked at them. "I picked them up. I don't know what they are called."
This seems to be something invented by researchers at the Nangong family weapons base. Because it has many shortcomings and is not very practical, it has been designated as a defective product by the young master. It must be perfected before it can be put on the market. The name has not yet been determined, and these three things are indeed
When the researchers were about to throw it away, Xiao Qingtian picked it up casually because it looked good in shape.
She was telling the truth.
When the young man heard this, he confirmed his judgment about Qingtian when he first met him. It is true that he is unknown and has no family, and he is involved in the street. However, 80% of the time he may be a thief or a member of an unknown organization. Otherwise, it would not be possible.
How could he be so worthless as to pick up other people's things and confess his love to a boy he met for the first time——
Moreover, he has been on the run for these years and has long been familiar with the famous families on the road. Not to mention the four thundering names of the major families, he knows all the other large and small families and alliance organizations, and he knows their power clearly when he mentions them.
Functions and headquarters location.
In his memory, there were no big families or organizations related to Song Dynasty in these years.
Therefore, no matter whether we can determine whether this girl has any malicious intent or purpose, one thing is certain, this little girl must have no background.
Feeling confident in his heart, the young man closed the lighter that was burning with blue flames, glanced down at Song Qingtian, and said indifferently: "Since you want to be friends with me so much..."
He raised his hand to brush away the long hair that fell on his cheeks, and said with a pair of stunningly beautiful black eyes, "Then, I will reluctantly accept you as my subordinate. I will train with me for a period of time to test whether you are qualified to follow me."
A nameless, ruthless little girl with no knowledge of the world, is indeed clever, intelligent and cunning... Such a strange combination is hard to imagine happening to the same person at the same time...
interesting.
The young man lowered his head, put the lighter on the bar, raised his eyebrows and asked, "How about Song Qingtian, are you willing to follow me?"
Will you follow me?
Is this...an invitation from a friend?
The young lady of the Song family who accepted the invitation for the first time was immediately excited. She was not allowed to think at all. She quickly stepped forward, raised her head to face her tall brother, held her chin in her hands and nodded fiercely. Her eyes were completely love-shaped.
, "Yeah, yes, yes, I'll go, I'll go..."
Although she still doesn’t know where her little brother will take her... But at least, she doesn’t need injections, no check-ups, and no need to take medicine every day... Moreover, this time, she can finally escape the protection of her father, mother, and brother.
A person, alone, go out and experience the vast sea, sky, and vast world, right?
"I'm going, I'm going, little brother, please take me away..."
Qingtian was still nodding, with a look of admiration on his face.
The young man looked at the sunny sky, tutting and shaking his head in his heart. He proudly brushed his hair and sighed - his invincible charm...
◆qian◇mo◆mo◆◆◇Original first release◇◆
It was less than ten minutes before departure to Nangong Headquarters. After cleaning up, Xiaoyu and Nangong Tou walked out of the bedroom together. When she saw the meaningful glances of everyone, her face immediately turned red, and after a hurried greeting she remained silent.
I quickly walked to the corner of the sofa and sat down awkwardly.
Everyone knew that she was shy, so they didn't say anything to make fun of her. However, when they saw Master Tou walk out of the bedroom with a calm look on his face, leisurely walked into the crowd and took a seat, and began to ask questions quietly, they all sighed -
You know, your concentration is high enough!
"How are the preparations going?" Mr. Tou sat down and asked everyone, "We will set off on time in five minutes."
"Everything is ready, now we just need Qingtian and An Yi..."
Bai Mao looked at his watch and wondered, "At this time, Qingtian's full-body examination is about to end, why haven't you come out of the isolation room yet? Strange..."
"I'll go take a look." The gray cat got up, walked out of the living room, and walked towards the experimental surgery not far from the main villa——
Everyone waited with peace of mind, but when they saw the gray cat turning and entering the door of the operating room, Song Xiaozhi's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly held his chest and said with a worried look on his face, "Ever since I came back, my heart has been beating on the plane.
Awesome, it started again now, as if I had a bad premonition..."
Bang--!
Before she could finish her words, the door to the living room was knocked open, and a panting and pale Xia Langlang walked in. She bent over, holding her legs with both arms, gasping for air, and said intermittently and with difficulty, "No...
It’s not good…”
"What happened?" White Cat stood up and asked urgently, "Speak slowly."
"Qingtian... Qingtian..." Xia Langlang took several breaths. After recovering his lung capacity, he finally squeezed out a complete sentence, "Qingtian... something happened... she... was lost..."
"What?" Miss Song's face changed, she stood up suddenly, and asked in a cold voice, "What happened? Who are you? How did you lose Qingtian? Where did you lose it? When did you lose it? Why did you lose it?
"
As soon as she asked, Xia Langlang was so frightened that she turned pale, stepped back, waved her hands and began to apologize, "Yes... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to take her to the T bar, and I didn't expect to encounter gun battles and bombs in the bar.
During the attack, there were too many people and it was too chaotic. When I came back after escaping, I found Qingtian missing. I searched for hundreds of miles and even called the police for help. No matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find it. I...I..."
Miss Song's face became heavier and darker.
t bar?
Gunfight? Bomb?
How dare you abandon her little Qingtian and run away alone?
Depend on!
If she doesn’t torture this girl to death today, her surname will not be Song!