I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

The corner of Lang Zong's mouth twitched.

There was no way to hear Yan Jiu's intentions.

But when he thought of the effect of Meng Po soup.

Lang Zongyi didn't care much: "The money will be deducted from the card."

Yan Jiu earned a courier fee.

I got up in a happy mood, and even took the initiative to deliver the courier to Lang Zongyi's desk.

Yan Jiu looked at the surrounding decorations, and it was the same as Lang Zongyi himself, cold and cool.

With humanitarianism.

Yan Jiu also reminded Lang Zongyi not to drink too much.

Lang Zongyi opened the courier and took out the glass bottle. He didn't say that he was drinking it, nor who else was drinking it. He just said, "I heard that curator Yan burned a batch of communication equipment to the underworld."

Yan Jiu was happy to share with Lang Zongyi, the cash cow: "Want to invest? You won't lose any money. For the sake of the game, I'll give you a big dividend."

Lang Zongyi: Put away your gluttonous face.

He couldn't help smiling.

Yan Jiu said, "I'm speaking very seriously."

Lang Zong nodded: "I am also smiling very seriously."

Yan Jiu: "..." You'd better pray day and night that you are my senior brother!

Lang Zongyi was thoughtful: "After the investment, if I die, what benefits will I have, such as an exclusive errand to lead the way?"

Yan Jiu paused.

Not because of benefits.

It was the death in Lang Zong's mouth.

She almost forgot about Lang Zongyi's early death.

Yan Jiu stared at the person in front of her with blazing eyes, and she was almost able to touch Lang Zongyi's bones, determine Lang Zongyi's fate, and determine whether Lang Zongyi was her senior brother.

then.

Today, all members of the Special Ad Hoc Bureau heard strange noises coming from their offices.

"do not move."

"It will be all right soon."

"Believe me."

"I'll be gentle!"

Everyone in the special bureau: "!!!"

They pricked up their ears and groped quietly outside the office door to inquire about the destined extraordinary night.

just heard.

There was a crackling sound.

in the office.

Yan Jiu was chased by a rope.

When Yan Jiu was firmly bound by the spirit rope, the farce of touching the bones was considered to be over.

Lang Zongyi's slightly majestic green eyes were slightly angry at this moment because of Yan Jiu's Meng Lang.

The neck, which was neither fair nor wheat-colored, flushed, and the veins were barely exposed to reveal his forbearance.

Lang Zongyi took off his suit jacket.

He rolled up his cuffs little by little, revealing the muscles on his arms that were cast like copper and iron.

Without the cover of the suit, you can clearly see that his muscles are holding the clothes a little tight on his chest.

He tugged on his tie.

The corners of the mouth were pursed into a line.

The face is an accusation against Deng Tuzi.

Yan Jiu explained seriously: "I'm really not playing a hooligan."

If patience has levels.

Lang Zongyi has jumped from LV.0 to LV.9.

After Yan Jiu finished speaking, she consciously became quiet, she didn't intend to test back and forth on the verge of death.

Lang Zong stared, and said: "Compared to the fact that you can't see through my face and need to touch my bones, the excuse of being a hooligan is more credible, what do you think?"

Yan Jiu, a master who hides deep and unfathomable, can't see through his face?
Are such poor excuses serious?
Lang Zongyi was too embarrassed to say it.

Yan Jiu was tied into rice dumplings.

In fact, she didn't want to be educated by Lang Zongyi, but she couldn't wait for Lang Zongyi to let her touch her bones.

Who knows Lang Zongyi's physique.

Will there be an accident one day?

She must be sure before Lang Zongyi dies.

In case Lang Zongyi is really her senior brother and doesn't remember her for some reason, then where will she regret it?
and so.

Yan Jiu's rudeness made sense.

See the bone phase attempt.

She had no choice but to take the opportunity to confirm in another way.

Yan Jiu looked at Lang Zongyi intently: "What did you like most when you were a child from 6 to 13 years old?"

She always believes that even if people forget some memories, some deep-rooted loves will not be forgotten.

Just like her.

The senior brother in her memory is gradually fading, but she still remembers the senior brother who loved her so much.

Lang Zongyi frowned and said nothing: You are the only one who can find topics accurate to your age.

He was silent.

Is the topic jumping a bit fast?

Yan Jiu's transfer was too stiff.

"Do you also like to draw?"

"Do you also like to eat stinky tofu?"

Lang Zongyi, who never loved animation pens or ate stinky tofu, said truthfully: "I don't like it."

Yan Jiu was struck by a thunderbolt.

Her senior brother liked it.

Lang Zongyi didn't like it.

Brother ≠ Lang Zongyi! ?
Yan Jiu's heart fell to the bottom.

Did she recognize the wrong person?
It can't be because she likes it, so her senior brother likes it with her, right?
Lang Zongyi looked at Yan Jiu frustrated and at a loss, this was the first time he saw Yan Jiu be at a loss like a child.

Just because of his words?

Lang Zongyi just said: "You..."

Yan Jiu broke free from the spirit rope expressionlessly.

A sense of alienation permeated her.

With the alienation that draws a line from people.

Yan Jiu said sincerely, "I apologize for my rudeness."

Lang Zongyi kept his mouth shut. He got the apology he deserved, but he wasn't happy at all.

The atmosphere condensed to the apex.

Yan Jiu opened the door and went out.

Ma Weiwei and the others rolled into the office like dumplings.

Yan Jiu passed the crowd and left.

Standing in the criss-cross streets.

System: [Is the host okay? 】

The wind sent the first snow of the year into the world.

Flying snow all over the sky is like Yan Jiu's mood.

Completely cold.

Yan Jiu raised his hand to catch the falling snowflakes, the white and flawless snowflakes seemed to be a gift from heaven.

She slightly looked up at the sky.

The feather-like snow fell like a shooting star, but it couldn't make her wish like a shooting star.

past life.

a snowy day.

She lost her senior brother.

Another snow day.

She lost her master.

Yan Jiu slowly gathered her five fingers together, the temperature of her palms quickly melted the snow into snow water.

Xueben is not guilty.

But she hated snow.

Hate to destroy.

Suddenly, a transparent umbrella fell on Yan Jiu's head, covering Yan Jiu's resentment towards Xue.

Lang Zong subconsciously said a word: "Forbearance is not your strong point, there is no need to hold on."

Yan Jiu's mind was full of whether Lang Zongyi was her senior brother, and she turned pale with shock when she heard these words.

He turned his head violently.

Yan Jiu couldn't believe it: "What did you just say?"

Lang Zongyi repeated: "There is no need to support..."

Yan Jiu interrupted: "The first half of the sentence!"

Lang Zongyi was puzzled: "Forbearance is not your strong point?"

Yan Jiu almost broke the defense.

Her senior brother had said this to her before.

A glimmer of hope ignited in Yan Jiu's heart.

Yes.

So many years have passed.

Habits and preferences can be changed.

Just like her, when she was a child, she was not as gentle, lovely and considerate as she is now.

When Yan Jiu wanted to confirm something.

Ma Weiwei ran out: "Secretary, it's not good!"

Lang Zong stuffed an umbrella into Yan Jiu's hand, and walked straight back to the special bureau whose facade was too small to be ignored.

Yan Jiu held the handle of the umbrella.

There is still the residual temperature of Lang Zongyi on the handle.

System: [Is the host okay? 】

Yan Jiu smiled and said, "Very good!"

She never had a better day than today.

Yan Jiu was alone for too long.

It's been so long that I have forgotten that everything has a definite number, and I forgot the saying "If she loses her life, she will gain her luck".

According to the fate assigned to her by the master.

She should have been alone all the time.

It was she who was lucky to come into this world, met family and friends, and got clues from her master and senior brother.

Yan Jiu looked up at the snow through the umbrella: "I found a way to coexist with the snow."

System: 【...What do you mean? 】