569 Fishing Idol (35)

Suna's lips still maintained an upward curve, and the smile muscles on his face were tired and sore. He waved his hands and said leisurely:

"You do not understand."

System: Yes, it really does not understand the love between the couple, and the data interpretation is incompetent.

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Cheng Lin took Shi Lin back and clearly felt that the other party was emotionally unstable.

This is so strange!

"What happened?" he couldn't help asking.

Didn't you just let the other party wait a little longer at the subway station? Why does this child seem to be possessed?

The young man was sitting in the passenger seat, pulling down his mask to reveal his beautiful lower half of his face, his lips pursed and still thinking seriously.

Cheng Lin could only guess: "Bai Yuna?"

With just three words, the person next to him immediately came to his senses. She turned around and glanced at him expressionlessly, and that was her attitude.

The expression on the fascinated face is unpredictable.

"Did you meet her just now? Tell me what happened?" Knowing that he had guessed correctly, Cheng Lin had already pricked up his ears and was ready to eat.

"Don't share." Shi Lin leaned lazily on the back of the chair, bending his long legs casually, and the shadows cast by his slightly narrowed eyes were deep.

He said calmly: "You don't understand."

Cheng Lin: "..."

Bullying him for not even having a relationship at such a young age, right?

Cheng Lin replied not to be outdone: "If you don't tell me, don't tell me. I'm not curious."

His eyes were fixed on the road in front of the glass, and his fingers were tightly gripping the steering wheel.

Damn, he is so curious! ! !

So curious!

This person is really just a throw away person. After all, he also served as a love strategist!

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After finishing the rest of the trip, Suna looked at the time and estimated that there were no public buses.

However, thinking of the late surprise, I decided to try my luck after hesitating for a while.

It's not a rush anyway, so why not wait a little longer at the platform.

Suna waited for less than two minutes when a bus with a prominent shape came to the roadside in the distance. She squinted and saw that it was exactly the person she was waiting for.

Thirty-nine roads.

Suna got on the bus with ease, and after paying with her mobile phone, she subconsciously looked at the back seat.

Sure enough...he is here. #br...r# The young man leaned against the window, his clear eyes staring outside. The delicate white finger bones curve to support the chin, forming a pleasing scenery in itself.

Thinking of the big thing she did in the subway station today, Suna hadn't figured out how to face the other party, and the guilty feeling forced her to choose to sit in the front row.

A straight diagonal line, the farthest point from him on the car.

Suna hoped that the other party should keep looking at the scenery, otherwise he would die of embarrassment.

It's a pity that her idea was in vain, that gaze that could not be ignored finally found her, and it fell hot on her back.

Suna sat in front with all his strength, holding on to the hem of his clothes and not looking back, completely pretending not to know.

Someone's footsteps were approaching from behind, and the heartbeat seemed to follow the beat, rising and falling erratically.

"Hello."

After listening to the voice, I was sure it wasn't him. Suna suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, opened his eyes and looked back at the other party.

The kind-faced old lady bent over and asked, "Girl, do you see a key here? I can't find the key to the door lock at home."

Suna responded to her words and then shook her head.

"It's empty when I sit down."

The old man squinted his eyes and looked around, as if his eyesight was not very good.

"I'll look for it with you." Suna said as he stood up.

After all, it seems inconvenient for the old lady, and she has lost the key to her home, so it should be quite troublesome for her.

The driver couldn't help but speed up the moment Suna stood up.

The poor little girl couldn't find her center of gravity and was swaying, so she could only let the physical inertia carry her to the back row.

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Wait, there are still two chapters left!

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