On his phone, there is a photo.

There are two people in the photo.

The content of the photo is the scene of Song Ci just reaching out to receive the gift box.

The man slid his finger on the phone, and another photo appeared on the phone screen.

There are also two people in this photo. However, one of the people in this photo is Song Ci, and the other is Ye Li sitting in a sports car.

The man lowered the brim of the peaked cap, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

However, because his chin is full of acne, the appearance of a smile with half-covered face and lips, not only does not make people feel mysterious and elegant, but makes people feel extraordinarily like a criminal.

Seeing that Song Ci had been walking for a long time, the man was not hiding, he walked out of the flower bed, stuffed his phone into his right trouser pocket, and walked in the direction Song Ci had just walked.

His back is tall and slender, if he hadn't just seen his chin, just from the back, this figure would be of a very handsome type.

The height of a few meters, wide shoulders, narrow hips, long legs, perfect proportions, if you only look at the back, it is definitely an absolute back killer.

Walking straight all the way to the corner where Song Ci had just disappeared, the man paused, but after another thought, Song Ci had been walking for such a long time, and it was impossible for the dismissive look before he left to wait here. He, therefore, he walked over with confidence, and there was indeed no trace of Song Ci in his eyes.

He patted his chest and moved on.

Then, when he came to another corner, he walked over without a pause.

After walking two steps just past the corner, the man felt his left shoulder sink, and his steps stopped immediately.

He tilted his head to the left, his gaze downwards, and his long and white hands were still on his shoulders.

Immediately, he felt that the phone in the right trouser pocket was pulled out.

As soon as he turned his head, Song Ci retracted his left hand on his shoulder in time, and in her right hand, she was holding the mobile phone that had just been pulled out of her trouser pocket.

"You give it back to me." The man stretched out his hand to grab it.

Song Ci leaped back slightly, tapping his finger on the phone.

Ignore him at all.

"I told you to return it to me!"

The man was reluctant and stretched out his hand to **** the phone.

"Tsk tusk, it's really ugly." Song Ci ducked sideways, tusk in his mouth.

"It's up to you whether it's ugly or not, return the phone to me quickly!" The man was furious, and he was embarrassed, and forgot to set the password again.

"Nuo, give it back to you." Song Ci deleted the photo, and then handed the phone back.

The man picked up the phone and looked through the phone several times, but couldn't find the two photos, and yelled with anger.

"Song Ci, you bastard, why delete my photos!" The man fixed his eyes on Song Ci, wishing to eat Song Ci.

"I didn't delete your photo." Song Ci walked to the corner, picked up the computer and gift box placed in the corner, took a picture of the dust on it, and continued: "What I deleted is my photo. "

"You, you..." The person has been you for a long time, and nothing happened to you.

Song Ci raised his head, glanced at the man, and suddenly shot, grabbing the man's front restraint, and pulling it down with force, and the man was half his head short in an instant.

"What are you?" Song Ci said in a tugging tone, and then lifted the man's cap to reveal a face of the man.

This face feels ugly.

It's not that the facial features are so crooked, but because of the acne on the face, the entire delicate facial features have no sense of beauty.

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