Poor Little Guy is the Top Guy

  Chapter 413 It's him, you can see the light again (3)

   When Mu Qingcheng and the others arrived at the underground garage, there was silence everywhere.

   The scene that I thought would be loud and noisy did not appear.

   But the more this is the case, the more Mu Qingcheng frowns, he understands in his heart that it seems that Meng Yiran.

   is doing something shady.

   But at this time, she was not particularly worried, because long before she and Si Qingchen got off the elevator, Mu Yao couldn't wait to run down the safe passage.

   Not to mention that there is still Sinan, so there is not much problem with Su Zhe.

   "Brother Chen, what are you talking about?"

   At this moment, Mu Qingcheng asked casually while walking forward.

   And Si Qingchen, who was following her, gave her an unexpected answer,

   "Your brother asked me to find someone earlier."

"Who?"

   "His first love."

"what?!!!"

   Mu Qingcheng stopped in surprise, turned around, looked at Si Qingchen's serious expression for a long time, but still couldn't believe what he heard.

   But Si Qingchen just smiled, rubbed her hair, and continued,

   "It's true, there is a white moonlight in your brother's heart."

   "You, you wouldn't be talking."

   "Well, now it seems that this person is likely to be Su Zhe."

".Oh my god!"

  Mu Qingcheng covered his mouth in disbelief. It was really hard to imagine that there was a clear spring hidden in the bottom of his heart, like the fourth brother, who was always so romantic.

   But after a second thought, I was relieved in an instant.

  Although the fourth brother has always been unrestrained and unrestrained, it seems that he has never really touched the slightest fragrance.

The other side

  Mu Yao rushed from the safe passage.

During the process of   , it was almost impossible to tell whether the strong reverberation was his own footsteps or a manic and panicked heartbeat.

   It's just that feeling of loss and gain, gain and loss running back and forth in his body, like invisible sharp threads, poking tiny holes in his internal organs.

   There is an inevitable tearing pain.

   And when he finally pushed open the last security door leading to the underground garage, it seemed to open a way to his heart.

   As long as that person is there, you can see the light again.

   But oncoming, there is only the smell of dust and carbon deposits.

   There are full of parked cars everywhere, reflecting a bizarre halo in the dark light, like a small metal beast, without the slightest vitality.

   "Xiao Zhe, Xiao Zhe, where are you?"

  Mu Yao raked his hair very irritably, panting heavily, looking around in panic.

   He originally thought that the silhouette he just saw upstairs was just his fantasy, but he never thought that it was actually the little guy.

   He really came, to the land where he lived.

   is so close to himself.

   But at this moment, we can't see each other.

   "No, no!"

   After feeling the huge desolation in his heart, Mu Yao gritted his teeth and acted again.

   And when he finally saw Sinan's back in the innermost corner, he almost tripped over the ground lock beside him.

   Mu Yao staggered two steps, but fortunately at this time, he was firmly supported by a hand,

   "Fourth brother, don't worry."

   After Mu Qingcheng and the others got the position of Sinan, they approached him with ease.

   At this time, several people converged and walked directly there.

   At the same time, the closer you get to that side, the more clearly you can hear the low-pitched questioning voices.

   At that time, Meng Yiran forced Su Zhe into the corner, pointed at his heart unceremoniously, and asked in a cold voice,

   "You said, the boy in the photo that Mu Yao has always treasured, isn't it you?"

   After hearing this, Mu Yao suddenly grabbed Mu Qingcheng's wrist and hurriedly stopped.

  Everyone looked at him sideways, but they saw the fourth master who was always dashing and unrestrained.

   At this moment, his eyes are trembling slightly.

   Brightly smeared with panic.

   (end of this chapter)