Fast-crossing system: the villain BOSS strikes!

"Well, I saved you anyway, which proves that people with supernatural powers are not invincible."

Zhuang Mengmeng: "..."

Mingshu patted her on the shoulder: "Go back and rest first, what's the matter, we can eat tomorrow... let's talk about it."

Zhuang Mengmeng: "..."

I heard it.

"The room is locked, and I'm not sure if those people will do anything." Mingshu sent Zhuang Mengmeng back to the room: "You are here, and I will protect you."

Zhuang Mengmeng was very moved when he heard this.

but……

"Don't run away. I will be sad. If you run away, no one will cook for you."

She is very suspicious now, what is the purpose of bringing herself back.

Zhuang Mengmeng was a little unreal lying on the bed.

Since a month ago...

She can no longer trust strangers casually.

I am afraid that one of my trust will lie in a strange place and face some strange people when I wake up.

Zhuang Mengmeng folded her hands on her abdomen, she stared at the ceiling...

But she still wants to believe that there are still many good people in this world, isn't it?

She let out a slight breath.

good Morning.

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thump—

thump—

Mingshu stared at the ceiling, as if he was about to find a hole, what are the childhood sweethearts upstairs doing!

Mingshu ate two bites of snacks irritably.

With Jiang Le's unremitting efforts, she took the mobile phone and went to play a few games. Jiang Le didn't know what to say about Lu Zhan.

"I called Brother Zhan just now, but he didn't answer. He couldn't find anyone on the weekend. Do you think Brother Zhan went to save the world?"

"Hahaha, you have a good idea." Tang Zhe laughed, and he didn't know what he dropped, and there was a sound of rattling.

"Brother Zhan is not an ordinary person!" Cheng Xiang sighed, "You can't compare with ordinary people like us."

"It's agreed to have dinner tomorrow night, Brother Zhan, please don't let me go, otherwise Miss Sangyin will blackmail me, never take me to eat chicken again, and never reach the pinnacle of life again, this is absolutely impossible !"

"It's okay, you can pay for it yourself." Mingshu said, "I don't mind."

"Poor!" Jiang Le was sad and indignant: "Recently, I am so poor that I only have pants left. I sell myself, do you want it?"

Tang Zhe: "No, next one."

Cheng Xiang: "No, next one."

Mingshu: "No, next one."

Jiang Le: "You guys..."

Cheng Xiang: "Sang Yin, what's the noise over there? Why is it beating non-stop? Is there still someone doing renovations at night?"

Mingshu: "..."

She also wanted to go up and beat that childhood sweetheart.

It was almost early in the morning, when several people had finished talking, Mingshu threw away the slightly hot phone.

The voice upstairs has not stopped, very regular.

Mingshu got up and opened the door to go out, ready to go upstairs to teach his childhood sweetheart the principles of life.

As soon as he reached the stairs, he was stopped by bodyguards in black.

"Miss Sang, you can't go up."

Mingshu resisted the urge to beat him, and smiled: "Then can you let your young master be quiet? Find out, this is my house! What about the demolition in the middle of the night?"

"I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you." The bodyguard bowed ninety degrees: "I will go up and talk to the young master."

Mingshu: "..."

If you don't fight me, you're too embarrassed to hit someone.

Mingshu went downstairs slowly, drank a glass of milk, ate a few snacks, and returned to the room——

thump—

thump—

Still a regular sound.

Mingshu pushed open the window, stepped on the window sill and climbed up.

The window facing the third floor was locked, and Mingshu grabbed the edge again and walked around to the balcony next to him.

She jumped onto the balcony, which was also locked.

Mingshu reached out to knock on the glass.

The room was pitch black, and Mingshu shook, suddenly a white figure stood in the middle of the room.

Mingshu took a step back.

what the hell!

What the hell did grandpa pick up at home!

but……

Mingshu frowned slightly, and raised his hand to knock on the glass again.

The white shadow stood there for a moment, then came over and opened the window latch.

Mingshu pushed open the glass door, and the cool wind blew into the room from around her body, and the window screen fluttered, blocking the two of them.

The boy held a jumping ball in his hand, he raised his hand and threw it out, the jumping ball bounced on the floor a few times, and accurately hit the light switch not far away.

Snapped!

The room suddenly brightened.

The boy was wearing white pajamas, pure white, without the slightest pattern.

His face was very pale, abnormally white, and the tiny blood vessels under the skin could almost be seen.

It contrasts sharply with black and white eyes.

There is a morbid sense of beauty about teenagers.

The young man took two steps towards her, almost face to face with her, the young man was taller than Ming Shu, his gaze was lowered.

"Last time, you betrayed me."

"So what?"

The boy stared at her intently, then turned around and walked back to the room after a while: "It's not that good."

Ok?

Don't count?

Mingshu watched him stepping on the floor barefoot, frowning slightly.

The boy's voice came slowly: "I can't do anything to you, after all, you are the master here."

He picked up the jump ball and stared at it for a long time without moving.

Mingshu entered the room and closed the glass door smoothly. The night wind disappeared, and the noisy voice also disappeared.

The room was silent.

"You know that I am the master here, and you still disturb the people at night?"

The boy smashed the jump ball on the floor, and the jump ball landed on the ground with a thud. After jumping up, he caught it with his hands, and then smashed it down again, and so on.

"Did I bother you?" The boy looked sideways: "I won't apologize."

Mingshu: "..." Yes, yes, it's great!It's almost heavenly!

The teenager hit the jump ball again and again, and he didn't show any reaction to the invasion of his territory when there was one more person in the room.

It seems that one more person is the same as one more object.

Mingshu stood by and watched him for a while, and he kept that posture, motionless, and the jump ball would fall into his palm accurately every time without the slightest deviation.

The boy threw the jump ball again, and with a 'snap', the room fell into darkness. Mingshu saw the jump ball bounce back from the other side and was held by the boy.

"Are you a supernatural being?"

"Master, are you still awake?"

The voices of Mingshu and the bodyguards outside almost overlapped.

"Sleeping." The young man replied in a young voice.

There is no taste of trying to hide it, it is simply talking nonsense.

The bodyguards outside seemed to be used to it, and said respectfully: "Master, if you need anything, call us."

"understood."

Teenagers deserve it fast.

But his attitude of smashing the jump ball did not restrain himself.

Apparently the bodyguard outside the door heard it too.

There was silence outside the door for a few seconds, and then there was the sound of footsteps leaving.

"You haven't answered my question just now."

The boy suddenly raised his hand and threw the jump ball towards Mingshu. At this moment, time seemed to be slowed down.

Mingshu could almost see the trajectory of the jump ball.

The boy was still in the posture of throwing the jump ball. On his pale face, he couldn't tell whether it was indifference or sarcasm, or, there was no expression at all.