His Naughty Little Girl is So Sweet

Li Shunan raised his hand, took the cigarette **** off with his distinct fingers, pinched it out in the ashtray, and stood up tall and straight.

The three of them immediately turned their sights over again, and their actions were very consistent.

Zhao Zifu: "Where to go?"

Sun Yan: "Don't play anymore?"

Qi Liangji glanced at the time: "It's only 8 o'clock late, it's still early."

There are often girls passing by, looking at Li Shunan as if there is no sight.

After all, his looks and body are completely eye-catching when he hits this stick.

But he seemed to be completely invisible.

Standing tall, Li Shunan copied one hand into his trouser pocket, and said casually, "Go."

After speaking, regardless of the voice behind him, he went straight through the crowd and walked out of the bar.

Qi Liangji stared at his back and felt something was wrong: "Do you think that Nan Ge seems to be in a bad mood today?"

Sun Yan analyzed, "Is it because of desire, demand, and dissatisfaction?"

Zhao Zifu kicked him: "Roll the calf."

Qi Liangji didn't understand what happened: "So, has something happened recently?"

Zhao Zifu carefully recalled: "Just these two days? Nothing happened. What are the recent days?"

Having said this, Sun Yan suddenly remembered and slapped his thigh fiercely: "I see, tomorrow is November 8th!"

Qi Liangji hadn't reacted yet: "November 8th? What happened to November 8th?"

Sun Yan subconsciously said, "Did you forget last year?"

November 8th last year.

At this point, the three people fell silent at the same time.

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Saturday all day.

Jiang Ling didn't even touch his cell phone, except for writing questions and playing the piano.

After the year there is an international piano competition.

She has been preparing for this competition for a long time.

Jiang Ling knew that he did not dare to relax, so he had to take more time to practice.

Before I knew it, it was eight o'clock in the evening.

She practiced over and over again.

The piano's sound was smooth and pleasant, and the notes poured out from the fingertips, as if he was totally unaware of fatigue.

Suddenly, the sound of stones hitting the glass came from the window.

Jiang Ling knew his finger and the piano sound stopped abruptly.

Did she just hear it wrong?

Jiang Lingzhi raised his eyes, sat in front of the piano, and listened for a while.

The atmosphere at night is too quiet, a little sound will be infinitely amplified.

With a soft "pop", the sound of stones rolling down to the ground came from the balcony again.

Knowing that his eyes moved slightly, Jiang Ling felt a little strange, stood up, walked to the balcony and took a look.

The sky outside was completely dark, only the street lights were shining dimly.

The man was standing tall and slender in the light of the street lamp not far downstairs.

With the dark night as the background, the black silhouette is exactly what she is familiar with.

At the moment he saw him, Jiang Ling knew that his eyes were lit up, and he was surprised immediately and waved at him.

"Asu."

She didn't dare to make a loud voice, for fear of being heard by the people in the living room downstairs.

The next second, she ran into the room, took her cell phone out, and dialed a number to go out.

The phone was quickly picked up.

Jiang Lingzhi stood on the balcony, staring straight at the figure downstairs, and said in surprise: "Why are you here?"

The phone is quiet.

After a short pause, through a mobile phone, his low laughter came to his ears, and his magnetic hoarse voice slowly sounded: "I haven't seen you for a day, I wonder."