Chapter 721

The owl returns to his senses.

Just distracted, hold back.

Take a look at her and walk out first. He is obviously familiar with the house and finds the hall light switch precisely. In a flash, the hall lights up, high-end furnishings and decoration, reflected in the eyes of white millet leaves.

Tang Jue is also a man of great taste. It can be seen that every ornament here is designed by the hand of famous experts.

"Don't touch anything here. Most of Tang Jue is equipped with concealed weapons." The owl whispered to her as he went down.

As she expected.

Tang Jue, as a weapon genius, certainly will not abuse his own strengths.

"Well." White millet leaves bear a sound, follow behind the owl. The owl walked two steps and reached out to her. She was stunned for a moment, did not wait to return to God, the owl naturally took her hand in the palm.

She curved her lips in a shallow arc, and took a close step forward to go downstairs with him.

"Owl." She called him suddenly.

"Well?"

"You Now I prefer the pure type? "

She didn't ignore it. He just watched her distraction.

The owl was surprised at her sudden question. Look at her sideways, and then draw back. Only light way: "do not like."

"You lie. Just your eyes betrayed you. But... " "Owl, I'm not that white millet leaf before. I'm afraid you'll regret it if you rush into the desert at the risk of death for me like this

"It's my business not to regret later. It has nothing to do with you."

The owl thinks that the type she likes is probably what she used to be. Some mischievous, some lovely, some pure, will act coquettish, will be angry, will quarrel with him, but, ten years later, he understood

What he likes is her, just this person.

No matter what she looks like, good or bad, joyful or hateful, she can't escape the word "white millet leaf". No matter how much Nalan looks, it's not her. He couldn't stir up a ripple in his heart.

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Kitchen.

The white millet leaf poured himself a glass of water. The owl did not come in, but sat on the sofa outside.

On the edge of the sofa were some weapon manuals, which he flipped over. From her point of view, we can only see the owl's good-looking side face, white millet leaf holding a water cup to think of his escape from death, and the words he said in his ear from the sky. As always domineering, strong, but let her often think of the heart of the lake will swing layers of ripples.

She poured another glass of water, took it in her hand, took it out and brought it to him.

Then the owl raised his head and took a look at her.

The white corn leaf sits down beside him, "you also drink some water."

"Well."

"We When do you leave? " The white millet leaves pondered and asked.

The owl's action of drinking water was slightly stunned.

After a long time, he asked: "can't wait to go back?"

The leaves of white millet were absorbed more tightly and did not make a sound.

Out of this desert, they can still be as safe as they are now, right? Maybe Even the chance to meet again is not necessarily

Thinking of these, my heart was soured. Fundus, covered with a thin layer of fog.

"If you want to go, tomorrow Tang Jue can arrange for you to leave here. "

"And you?" The voice of white millet leaf is a little dull, "do you still go back to the city of Jude?"

The owl's eyes were a little deeper That's my home, as if s is your home. "

Yeah

His mother, adoptive father, fiancee, career and all his brothers were in Jude. Naturally, he wanted to go back to Jude.

She felt like she had asked a stupid question.

White millet leaves put down the water cup in his hand, lifted his eyes to look at him, and did not open his face, as if relaxed asked: "that Is it possible for us to meet again in the future? "

"Do you want to see me?" The owl's eyes are deep. The eyes, as if to see through her body, into her heart.

White millet leaf breathes a tight, long silence.

This silence let him know the answer. Lost, cool, involved in his heart.

"Now that you've drunk the water, go upstairs and have a rest. It's getting late." The owl put down his glass and got up first. Every word in the exit is cool.

The white corn leaf looks at his back, the chest wrung pain.

"Owl."

She called for him, and heard a choking in her own voice.

The owl stopped and did not look back.

The white millet leaves stepped forward to him.

"This time, I haven't said thank you."

Thank you?

The owl was upset. It was not these words that he wanted to hear."Sleep." He's going to push her away.

The moment the hand fell on her arm, she suddenly reached out to hold him. He instinctively wants to break away, but she holds it more tightly.

The next moment, only heard her gently open her mouth: "I I miss you so much... "

The owl was stunned.

At the bottom of my heart, there is a complex feeling.

He felt that he was hallucinating.

"I really miss you..." Instead of looking at him, Bai Suye just put her eyes on his hand. Her voice was very low, like a whisper to herself. Try to control the mood, but, the lashes that shake badly still betray her. She repeated, "owl, I miss you every day..."

The owl breathed tightly. In the next moment, he put his arms around her and held her directly into his arms. His strength is very heavy, big palm pressed on her back waist, let her whole soft body, all against his thick and strong chest, he asked in a low voice: "do you know what you are talking about?"

Two people, very close.

The tip of his nose, almost on the tip of her nose. The light was bright, and the white millet leaf held his nightgown in his hands and gazed at him in a far-reaching way.

This moment, she suddenly does not want to let oneself too sober, too calm. The bottom of my heart has been oppressed for too long. I need a vent. She nodded. "I said I miss you so much Will you still believe me once? "

The owl's eyes were bright and looked at her as if thinking.

The next moment, he suddenly bent down and forced a kiss on her lips.

Do you still wish for a letter?

He doesn't know.

As the saying goes, "once bitten by a snake, I fear the well rope for ten years.". For her, he has been in a huge contradiction, which makes him suffer and makes him suffer.

The two of them, as if standing on both ends of the scale. When she lifted him up, he would instinctively be wary of whether she would suddenly pull away and let him fall to pieces again like she did ten years ago.

What about yourself? He knew that no matter how high she stood, he would never let her fall! The one who took the lead in pulling out would never be him!

The more unequal the feelings are, the less secure he will be and the more worried about his gains and losses.

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