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An Yu was already stunned. He didn't step forward, and took two steps back tremblingly. Looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief, Gu Fei actually took the initiative to talk to people!

This is even more spectacular than an old sow climbing a tree.

Sylvia Lin was also a little stunned. He was stunned because he heard the man's voice, which was gentle, low and magnetic. It was combined with the voice in his memory. If there was a difference, it was that the voice was younger now. Son.

Although when the man in the previous life came to him, his ears were almost deaf, but he could still hear some vague voices, which could only be heard by talking to his ears.

At that time, he rarely heard a man speak, and the man would occasionally put his head in his ear and say a word or two.

Sylvia Lin still remembered the feeling at that time, when a man spoke, he would exhale hot air, his ears would be itchy and hot, and there would be a faint smell of cold woody cedar lingering in his nostrils, which is the usual breath of men.

Fascinated again?

The young man in front of him was staring in his direction in a daze. Gu Fei was still holding the dirty steamed bun he picked up from the ground in his hand, and he waved his other hand in front of the young man, "You are in a daze."

Sylvia Lin suddenly came back to his senses, and met the man's deep and beautiful eyes, which were covered with calm and indifference, and a trace of unpredictable emotions. He didn't know what it was.

He was a little embarrassed about staring at a strange man in a trance. The tip of his fair ear was dyed red, and he said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said just now."

Gu Fei's eyes moved away from the boy's red ears without a trace, raised the steamed bun in his hand, and said lightly, "This is dirty."

Sylvia Lin said: "Then, then don't?"

"Yeah." Gu Fei turned around and threw the steamed buns into a nearby trash can, and then sat down next to Lin Qingyan. The bench was big enough for two people, with a distance of ten centimeters between them.

An Yu, who was standing beside him, raised his hand and closed his stunned chin, and quietly approached the other side again. The famous Master Gu started to talk to people with his indifferent face. He wanted to observe and observe.

However, before he got even half a step closer, Gu Fei suddenly looked towards him with murderous intent hidden in his cold eyes. An Yu immediately stopped and gave him a harmless grin.

You continue, you continue, I'll take a look without disturbing!

Wouldn't it be more fun than watching an old sow climb a tree?

Sylvia Lin glanced to the side, the man's profile face was as good-looking as the front face, the lines were so superior that they were like a carefully polished painting, and every inch was perfect.

Just missing something.

What it was, he couldn't figure it out.

Looking a little familiar.

Has he seen this man before? Still haven't figured it out.

…

Suddenly realizing that he was staring at the person again, he quickly looked away, not knowing why the person suddenly approached him.

Talking about chatting up is not like, who would strike up a conversation with someone with that expressionless and calm face, unless there is a problem with their brains.

But he wasn't disgusted, maybe because this person's voice was very similar to the one in his memory, and he also hoped that this person could get closer, so that he could smell the familiar smell on him.

Sylvia Lin had a lot of thoughts in his heart, and when he was hesitating how to speak, the familiar voice sounded again in his ears, "You don't have a place to live?"

It is an interrogative sentence, more like a declarative sentence.

The deep, magnetic voice is as calm as a heartbeat that doesn't beat, with no ups and downs.