Xue God has mines at home

Chapter 493 Tang Zhi and Chen Ange Meet (1)

The two princesses in distress followed the knight who brought the convoy, and got into a broken van under the eyes of everyone.

Nan Yi and Tang Zhi were always in a daze.

The two girls were sitting in the back seat of the van, with two pairs of round eyes open, each looking at the boy in front of him.

The atmosphere of the four is a bit subtle.

It all depends on who is better than endurance, and no one is willing to say a word first, as if the one who speaks first loses.

The van that is about to be scrapped drives out of the Lamborghini posture, and the spoiled little princesses are naturally not used to it.

When the car turned sharply, Tang Zhi tilted her body and knocked on the car door, grunting in pain.

Suddenly realizing that the atmosphere was too quiet, she sat up straight when the car was driving smoothly, lowered her eyes and rubbed her arms, biting her lower lip lightly with her white teeth, without making any more sound.Like a cute doll.

The boy in the driver's seat took off his hat and mask a long time ago, brushed his fine black hair with one hand, and inadvertently raised his eyes to look in the rearview mirror. The car slowed down silently.

Nan Yi, who was always looking for a comfortable position to nest in the seat, felt that the speed of the car had slowed down significantly, squinted at a certain evildoer in the row in front of her, and raised the corners of her lips.

Something is wrong with Boss Chen.

Something is wrong with him.

Get rid of the trailing reporters and fans.The broken van stopped by the sea.

It's midsummer, and the sea breeze blows comfortably in the evening.

The two front doors opened, and the minivan looked like a seagull resting on the beach with its wings spread.It feels a little cute and miserable.

None of the four spoke first.

Not quite used to such an atmosphere, Chen Ange took the cigarette and the lighter, and strode towards the beach with long legs.

The setting sun sinks on the sea level, and the afterglow of the setting sun slantly reflects on the sea surface, creating ripples in layers.The sky is full of sunset, just like the alleys filled with blood two years ago.

The girl looked at the boy in front of him whose figure was about to blend into the sunset glow, her dark eyes like a young deer were like the surface of the sea, and there were waves.

Just like getting into the car by accident just now, this time Tang Zhi still chose to get out of the car with him, gathered up her too long skirt, and trotted behind the man.A string of shoe prints of different shades was left on the beach.

It was too late for Nan Yi to call out.

As soon as the word "little sugar paper" was called to exit, the person had already ran more than ten meters away.

In the car, besides Nan Yi, another person was finally willing to speak: "Stop shouting, I can't stop you."

The voice is as pleasant as ever, carrying the sound of the sea breeze into my ears.

Nan Yi's legs softened, and she managed to stabilize her emotions: "I want to tell Tang Zhi that I didn't zip her clothes properly. There is a piece on her back."

Someone: "."

Under the setting sun, the handsome smoking boy and the girl with skirts walking on the beach one after the other, it is no surprise that they become a dazzling scenery.

The looks of the two are too resistant!
The picture is too beautiful!
Tang Zhi took off her sand-filled canvas shoes, held them with one hand, and followed him barefoot.

The skirt is too long, and it is a bit difficult to hold it with one hand.

Tang Zhi's speed was much slower.Step by step, follow carefully.

From the age of 15 to 18, she has been following him like this, even where he can't see.

The sand under her feet was a bit cool, the girl curled up her toes, and suddenly stood still.

The hand holding the skirt lost strength, the tulle slipped from between the fingers, and the long tail of the silver dress scattered all over the floor.The curve falls gracefully to the foot.The sequins reflect the light of colored glaze under the setting sun.The sea breeze blew away the girl's seaweed-like long hair.

Tang Zhi stood there quietly, watching the young man's lonely and thin back that was about to melt into the last rays of the setting sun.

She faced the light, raised her head, and her eyes were as stubborn and stubborn as before.

Call him: ".Chen Ange."

(End of this chapter)