Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 640 Poor Young Master Ying

"Ah Mu."

"From my experience, I can tell you that women are very fickle."

Lando casually threw the finished beer bottle into the trash can over there with a bang.

Walking slowly to the stairs on the second floor, he calmly reminded: "Think about the you half a year ago, and think about the you now..."

Lando felt that his reminder was straightforward enough.

He has already watched his good brother fall in love with his own eyes.

You can't just let him just float on the sea without landing, can you?
Lando went back to his room to sleep, and Ying Mu was the only one left in the living room.

The man leaned on the edge of the sofa, turning his phone absently.

The light on the phone screen flickers on and off.

One of Ying Mu sat quietly until dawn, when the first rays of the sun leaped out of the horizon.

He got up and went to the window.

After sitting quietly all night, the clothes on the man's body showed a little wrinkle, and his body was full of coldness.

The early autumn wind blows the yellowish fallen leaves, fluttering and sprinkled on the street.

Invisibly, it gives people a sense of bleakness.

"We still have to settle these things first..."

Ying Muzhi pinched the center of his brows with some headaches, and felt for the first time that the matter at hand was very annoying.

"Bai Er."

He shouted.

Bai Er, who was dressed in a white suit, flashed out from the side room in an instant.

The handsome baby's face still had a cold and solemn expression.

"Homeowner."

"How is the second young master?"

Ying Muzhi's hands clasped on the window frame, his slender index finger, which was as long as white jade, was slightly bent, and he tapped on the window sill, making a regular beeping sound.

The sound is clear and crisp, falling into the human ear.

Bai Er's face was cold: "I'm scared out of my wits."

"Still running the shit around the base, playing hide and seek with those guys."

"is it?"

Ying Muzhi twitched the corners of his lips, hooking them vaguely.

The smile is clear and shallow, as if falling in the cold pool of the deep sea, without any ripples.

"...According to what you mean, he should still be running happily."

"His skill is too poor, but he has made some progress in the throwing knife that he learned from Miss Yin."

"But also because of the flying knife in his hand, it made him slack off a lot."

Bai Er's tone was cold, and he briefly talked about the recent situation of winning chess.

Finally, I made a concluding speech: "The second young master's life is not too embarrassing, and his performance is better than we expected."

What Bai Er said was an understatement, if it fell into Ying Qi's ears, he would jump up immediately and die with him.

What does it mean not to be embarrassed?

Fuck!
Wading through a pond full of crocodiles in the tropical rainforest, and almost being bitten to death by a crocodile, isn't that embarrassing?

Due to the lack of knowledge of survival in the wild, I was hungry for three days.

Almost starved to death by the water source, is this fun?
It's just that these things fall into Bai Er's eyes, and obviously they can only be marked as general danger.

"How long has he been in there?"

Ying Muzhi casually raised his hand and opened the window, letting the bleak morning breeze outside the window blow on his face.

Bai Ershen thought for a while, and then answered simply and neatly: "No more, no less, exactly one week."

"Has it been seven days?..."

"The time to stay is not short."

Ying Muzhi lowered his eyes, and a razor-sharp sharpness flashed across the strange-colored pupils.

"Yingqi has always been a bit clever."

(End of this chapter)