The Villain’s Little Cutie

The little girl is wearing a light cyan embroidered top, a white skirt, and cyan cloth shoes.

Holding an oiled paper umbrella in his hand.

The little face under the umbrella was fair and delicate.

Her eyes were shining, and she was greedy just by smelling the smell.

She licked her lips and continued to look around.

"One, two, three..." As Asi was counting with his fingers, his brows suddenly frowned, "There are so many people, I really want to eat now."

Greed also agrees: "I want to eat too."

He flew forward anxiously to watch, then flew back, impatiently.

People come and go on the streets.

There is also the voice of rickshaw owners pulling people.

Asi just glanced to the side and saw a man in a suit hiding in the corner.

Holding a gun in his hand.

Asi followed the man's gaze, and suddenly found that the gun was aimed in his own direction.

She pursed her lips unhappy, and stared at the man far away.

A man in a gray robe came by.

He has black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and looks gentle.

Seeing Asi looked at him, he nodded and smiled politely.

The man looked in his 30s and 40s, smiled, and the fine lines around his eyes appeared, looking extremely gentle.

Assi blinked.

With a bang.

She quickly pulled the man's arm and leaned to the side, the oil paper umbrella in her hand was thrown out by Assi, because the oil paper umbrella was used by spells.

So it can block the bullet.

"Ah! Help! Murder!"

"Ah! Run!"

The whole street suddenly became chaotic, and people squatted and fled around.

The banging gunfire continued.

The man had already grabbed Asi's arm and put it in front of her.

He drew a pistol from his waist neatly, and shot it over there.

A melee lasted only a few minutes.

However, several shops on the street have suffered.

"Mr. Zhang, are you okay?"

The owner of Jiahe Pastry Shop ran out and looked at Mr. Zhang.

Take a long breath and say: "You know that the current situation is not stable, why are you still alone!"

The old man scolded his face.

Mr. Zhang released the hand holding Asi and stuffed the gun in, without the slightest panic of being attacked.

Instead, he was very calm.

"Don't you want to eat the pastries made by your old man?"

The old man smiled and joked: "I come to buy it every year. I am obviously someone who dares not eat sweets, really."

Mr. Zhang laughed and said nothing.

Assi looked ignorantly.

It turns out that this is Mr. Zhang, gentle and gentle.

The leader of Beijiang looked like a teacher.

However, the action of holding the gun just now was handsome and neat.

Asim showed appreciation.

Mr. Zhang looked at the little girl in front of him, and said, "Little girl, thank you, you are good at it."

Being praised by Beijiang's leader, Asi looked a little proud.

She raised her face, and the corners of her lips curled up quietly.

But still don't forget to humblely said: "No, no, I'm sorry."

Mr. Zhang: "Have you eaten the pastries here?"

Asi shook his head and licked his lips by the way, "Nothing."

Mr. Zhang smiled, "Let's go, I invite you to eat, the jujube paste here is the best, sweet and soft, you will feel better after eating it."

Assi blinked and squeezed his money bag.

Seriously said: "I have money."

In a word, very serious.

Mr. Zhang suddenly laughed, not with a stray smile, but with a kind of kindness.

"The little girl saved my life, so I'm not allowed to buy you cakes?"