Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

"go!"

Ren Ci didn't look sideways and ordered the driver in a cold voice.

The driver had been with Ren Ci for many years, and he couldn't bear to leave the boy alone on the road. Moreover, the location was relatively remote and it was difficult to take a taxi.

"President Ren..."

"You also want to go down with us, right?" Ren Ci's face was expressionless, and the words he spat out were almost cold and mean.

The driver broke into a cold sweat and did not dare to say another word.

Just sigh in my heart.

Sure enough, the rich families have deep grievances.

But his idea was soon overturned. Before he had driven a kilometer, the man sitting at the back of the car, who looked so cold and inhumane, said calmly, "Drive back."

driver:"……"

Really drunk.

However, after driving back, the boy was nowhere to be seen.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the driver always felt that the man sitting behind him seemed to have darker eyebrows, and the aura emanating from him was even more terrifying.

The mobile phone caressed by the long white fingers was not opened in the end.

For just a moment, the driver seemed to see a flash of annoyance in the man's eyes.

It's really strange.

The driver had never seen a man show such an expression before.
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All the books in the library have been moved and placed one by one in order.

The library seemed to be the quietest place in the world. He was holding a book in his hand and was lost in thought. This was the first time he had been lost in thought since his part-time job today.

It just feels like the silence here is a little uncomfortable, as if he has returned to the dead and decaying world before in an instant. In other words, in fact, he has never left at all.

Song Wenjing lowered her head and stroked the book, as if she wanted to do something, but in the end she did nothing.

The name of this book is "The Last Light in the End of the World".

There is only one sentence in the introduction.

If you were the only one left in the world, would you choose business as usual or death?

Song Wenjing closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she put the book back.

Yan Ran said he would come back to find him when he was done. It had been a long time, and he was sure that no message had been sent, and no one had been seen. The feeling of no news made him restless.

Will she come again?

Song Wenjing lowered her eyes, wondering what she was thinking.

There was never much expression on his face. He always had a calm expression, with a calmness and restraint that was not unique to his age. At this moment, his eyebrows were dark, as if there was a thick layer of clouds.

A little stuffy.

Can't tell why.

Song Wenjing felt that he needed to do something else. In order to divert his attention and kill time, he cleaned the bathroom again. The floor was wiped clean and all the small objects and bookcases were reflective.

His anxiety was actually very obvious.

The owner of the bookstore saw that the boy had finished everything, so he asked him to go back. The boss knew that he was still a student, and he was quick with his hands and feet, strong in strength, willing to endure hardships, and never complained. He just had a boring personality, which didn't bother him, so Every time he would be given a little more money.

Song Wenjing took today's salary, but did not leave immediately. Instead, she asked, "Can I stay here for a while?"

The boss agreed, "Of course, you can stay here as long as you want."

"Thank you."

Song Wenjing found a corner and sat down. He took his schoolbag and took out the test paper inside.

A quiet atmosphere always makes it easier for people to get into the learning atmosphere.But Song Wenjing's mind was not quiet.

When he came back to his senses, the draft book was already filled with a person's name, densely packed and piled up.

I glanced at my phone. It was empty, with no information at all.

The fingertips he held the pen with so much force even felt faintly numb and stiff, and he finally had no choice but to let go of the pen.

It's already nine o'clock.

Song Wenjing sat on the chair, slowly raised her hand, and grabbed the hair on the back of her head. She pursed her thin lips and tightened her jawline.

The light shining down from the top of his head put half of the boy's handsome face in shadow, and seemed to split the face in half.

Half cold, half gloomy.

He frowned slightly because he tasted a rusty taste on the tip of his tongue. He probably bit his tongue accidentally just now.

It was already very late, and Yan Ran probably wouldn't come again.

Song Wenjing packed her things, and when she was leaving, her boss asked casually: "Will your classmates come tomorrow?"

Boys are used to being alone. This was the first time the boss saw someone who was close to a boy, so he couldn't help but ask more questions.

He paused and seemed to be thinking. This problem seemed to be more difficult for him than the world's problems.

The dark and indifferent eyes stared at a point in the void, like a quiet, unrippled stagnant water.

"……maybe."

He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and the last trace of emotion was swallowed up by the darkness.

The boss didn't seem to notice anything was wrong with the boy, and said with a smile: "That friend of yours seems to be a nice person. With her, the business in the store has been better recently."

People always yearn for beautiful things, not to mention such a beautiful person, which will naturally attract more people to chase her.

Song Wenjing said goodbye to her boss, carried her schoolbag, and walked into the darkness.

The boss adjusted the glasses on his nose, lowered his head and sighed softly.

Just two minutes after Song Wenjing left, a slender and thin figure walked in.

"Hey." The other party held something in his hand and said hello naturally. He looked around and asked the boss, "Where is Song Wenjing?"

The boss pointed to the door and said, "I just left."

"what?"

Yan Ran was a little unhappy and complained, "Why don't you wait for me? It's all agreed upon."

As he spoke, he quickly walked towards the door.

Halfway through, he seemed to have thought of something, so he went back, took out a handful of candies from his pocket, gave them to the boss, and said with a smile: "Today is a good day, please have some candies."

After saying that, he hurriedly turned around and left to chase the person.

The boss looked at the colorful candies with different flavors on the table and showed a dumbfounded expression.

Song Wenjing didn't go far, and Yan Ran saw the tall figure at the door of a convenience store.

The boy's height and appearance were too conspicuous. He was tall and tall, and looked very stylish no matter what clothes he wore. His profile was very traditional and handsome, his lips were very thin, and he exuded an indescribable ruthlessness.

Standing at the door, like a magazine.

The flickering light of fire flashed on his fingers. His back was turned to the light, and his appearance was obscure and gloomy.

His half-closed eyebrows were blurred in the diffuse smoke rising from his fingertips.

There is misty smoke all around, making it hard to see clearly.

It's like being in darkness, in an abyss.