Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 85 [030] Long Zhutian is strange
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Yang Zimei was sitting on the back seat of Min Gang's bicycle, with Min Gang's sweaty but not unpleasant smell lingering in his nose.

She looked up at his slender back, and watched the evening wind blow his black hair, overlapping with the memories of the previous life, like a dream.

Min Gang suddenly began to sing happily, it was the song "Bicycle Lover" on the back string:
"The 17-year-old bicycle and I

round dance cycle very mozart
There is still a river of love in my mind
Uphill and downhill in the chase

sort of Hugo paragraph twists
After class bell crazy fantasy only Mr. slow motion
Apple is busy cooperating with the rules of centrifugal force
Tail seat who is the passenger? The answer is still in tug of war
Single Puccini Aria Tragic Choice
Cut your back into window paper and stick it on your heart like copying your desk..."

His voice was beautiful, full of vitality and passion, and Yang Zimei was fascinated by it.

At this time, a black Hummer H6, which is rarely seen in City A, was running on the driveway——

In the car sat Long Zhutian in black and Zhuge Lang, a handsome man in white.

Zhuge Lang looked outside boredly, and his eyes fell on the pair of boys and girls who were only fifteen or sixteen years old on the bicycle lane.

The boys are sunny and energetic, while the girls are delicate and soft, with fluttering white skirts.

"Wow, I really miss the good old days when I was in middle school and abducted girls on a bicycle." Zhuge Lang couldn't help sighing at the beautiful scene in front of him.

Long Zhutian, who was driving, glanced slightly sideways.

The girl was sitting on the bicycle with her back to his direction, with a slender waist, black hair raised, white skirt fluttering, and a pair of white jade feet slightly swinging, while the boy had a happy face, full of youthful tension.

His black eyes sank slightly, and there was an imperceptible sense of loss in his eyes.

Unlike Zhuge Lang, he has a normal growth trajectory.

He didn't have the era of fluttering white clothes, only black swirls.

"Looking at the gloomy look in your eyes, aren't you very disappointed?" Zhuge Lang caught the rare gloomy eyes in his eyes and teased.

Long Zhutian ignored him, turned his eyes away from the pair of young men, continued to stare at the front, and slightly pursed his thin lips like a knife.

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he turned the steering wheel in his hand, parked the car on the side of the road, pushed open the door, got out of the car, his slender and powerful legs, and suddenly ran at a speed like a sprint of [-] meters. Like lightning, passers-by only feel a flash of black shadow in front of them.

Zhuge Lang was astonished.

He couldn't understand, how could Long Zhutian, who has always been calm, suddenly behave like this, did he meet his enemy?
He hooked his head to look out, only to find that Long Zhutian was running in the direction of the boy and girl on bicycles.

He wouldn't be too jealous of the beauty of others and want to destroy it?
Zhuge Lang was embarrassed.

Min Gang was pedaling vigorously on his bicycle when suddenly, a black figure like a ghost stopped in front of him, like a Shura god coming out of the ground.

He hurriedly braked, put his feet on the ground, and looked suspiciously at the strange man in black shirt, black trousers and black leather shoes. He felt that he was like an eagle in the dark night. It is a strength that disdains the world.

Yang Zimei, who was indulging in some kind of beautiful feelings, was also startled, raised his head, and just met Long Zhutian's narrow and sharp black eyes, as if he had crashed into the engulfment of the night.

The man in front of me looks familiar!

About 1.9 meters tall, tall and tall but not rough, with black and vertical hair, sword eyebrows flying obliquely, black eyes are sharp and narrow, lips are thin and slightly pursed, and the outline is as clear as a sculptor carefully carved.

He stood quietly in front of the bicycle, the aura around him seemed to be frozen by him, and he felt oppressed and condensed to suffocate.

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(End of this chapter)