Don't Come Ill (MTL)

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It's less than ten minutes from Xiao Jin's second building to the open-air cafe.

In these ten minutes, Xiao Jin went round and round several thoughts.

For a while, I was worried about whether I was passionate and comprehending the meaning of Muzhen Creek. Muzhen Creek has been working for several days. It is just accidental now that the open-air cafe is sunrise. She just likes to have breakfast there-although he used to "live together" at Muzhen Creek. I am more accustomed to eating Chinese breakfast instead of Western, but what if? Instead, I rushed to rush and startled the snake. In the future, what should Muzhenxi do not go to the coffee shop in order to avoid her? Didn't you miss the opportunity to see her every morning?

After a while, she comforted herself again. She understood that Muzhen Creek, once or twice may be accidental, three or four times is not necessarily, let alone it is the fifth time, if she did not go, she would have lived up to Muzhen Creek's expectations.

The two villains were fighting frantically, and Dr. Xiao, who had always been indifferent, took three breaks in a short period of time before he could see the elegant seat of the open-air cafe outside.

Fortunately, the rainy season in Lincheng is not long, and the winter is dry, otherwise the tables and chairs outside would have been taken away.

Xiao Jin saw the wooden pillow creek sitting outside drinking coffee just like a few days ago. Today, she still wears a thin windbreaker in her shirt. She wants demeanor and not temperature. The color is dark blue. This blue is not the kind of somber and deep. Blue, but like the blue and green sea of ​​the Aegean coast under the shining sun, it is clear and bright, catching the eye.

In short... Xiao Jin silently passed a word in his mind: Sao.

It makes people's hearts beat faster.

Then the smile that poured into his mouth turned into tension.

Xiao Jin stood still, looked at herself up and down, checked her neckline, sleeves, ankles, and heels, took a deep breath, and walked over.

Whether it is life or death, it depends on this time.

As soon as she adjusted her mentality of seeing death as home, she stopped and thought again: Bah, bah, this kind of mental activity is not right. She wants to treat herself as passing by accidentally and maintain a peaceful state of mind.

During the time when Xiao Jin lost her memory, she saw Muzhenxi copy the scriptures. Although she didn't know why, she suddenly remembered that she also needed to copy the scriptures. Otherwise, she would have been riding a roller coaster ride every day, and her heart could not bear it. She didn't copy it before. After a year of copying, she gradually wanted to open it, and then she didn't copy it again.

Muzhenxi raised his wrist and looked at his watch. There was a hint of anxiety between his eyebrows. It was already eight thirty, and Xiao Jin's car hadn't passed by. Did you get up late today?

The biting cold wind relentlessly drilled in from the collar of the shirt with two buttons open, Wooden Pillow Creek resisted the urge to shrink, and the cold hands held the hot melted coffee together, absorbing a little bit of warmth.

He heard the sound of the heel tapping the bluestone floor tiles. This pace is no different from most women walking, but the wooden pillow creek looked back awkwardly, never looked away, and unconsciously licked his lower lip.

Mist blue wool knit, dark camel waist windbreaker, light gray striped skirt, stiletto heels of nearly ten centimeters.

The long light brown hair is pinned to one side, revealing beautiful geometric square red agate earrings.