The final BOSS comes from twenty years later

It's better than they are all over the world, this dead person, that exploded, whoever robbed the bank and wiped their ass.

The elevator door opened, Zhao Tianliang walked in with the materials and the small notebook, thinking about how to absorb the new member, and returned to the surface.

...

I don't know that I have become the focus of the mysterious organization.

Tang Luo was walking with Zhou Nanxin on the playground, as a digestive exercise after cooking to kill time.

Class in the afternoon is until 2:30.

The middle period is reserved for students to take a nap, but most people will choose to read more books to deal with the college entrance examination that is about to change their destiny.

The sun in early spring is soft and weak, not as dazzling as in midsummer. The grass that has just been watered is volatilized, giving the air a fresh and bright smell.

It is the best weather of the year.

Passing by the school flowerbed.

Tang Luo casually folded a dog's tail grass and inserted it into the girl's hair.

"Much worthy of you, for you."

Chapter 12 Carbon Pen

sunlight.

breeze.

Grass.

There was also Tang Luo who was still so awkward with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Dog's tail grass is fluffy and cute, but this kind of plant definitely doesn't match the word "good-looking", let alone inserted in the hair, it looks like a silly neuropathy.

He had just been fed by him in the cafeteria.

I was moving in my heart.

This bad guy has revealed the essence of irritating himself.

Zhou Nanxin puffed his cheeks, looked left and right, looking for something to color, and finally took out the carbon pen he had with him and put it into Tang Luo's mouth.

"Much worthy of you, for you."

Perfect counterattack.

Looking at Tang Luo's stupid expression with a pen in her mouth, the girl hummed, and smiled triumphantly, bending her eyes.

With a carbon pen in his mouth.

Tang Luo tilted his head, but did not take out the pen immediately.

"Do you remember that when you were talking about the paper in the morning, you kept biting on the cap...it seemed to be this one. Chenguang's 0.38 black carbon pen, I remember."

Tang Luo finished speaking solemnly, and then bit hard.

The girl stayed for a while, and immediately wanted to reach out and grab the pen.

"certainly not!"

"Isn't you worried and didn't indirectly kiss, or was I afraid that I would find that your saliva actually smells so bad that I won't like you anymore?"

Tang Luo smiled.

Hold the carbon pen aloft in your hand.

The most unacceptable thing for a girl is to be said to be stinky, and the person who says she is stinky is even more unacceptable.

Zhou Nanxin was very upset and bounced around, but she couldn't reach it. She clenched her small fist anxiously and slapped Tang Luo with a hammer.

"You are the smelly, give it back to me soon!"

"No."

"Return me, return me..."

"no no no."

"..."

Seventeen-year-old Zhou Nanxin is well-developed and has a pair of beautiful long legs with perfect proportions. Even if wearing flat shoes, he is still outstanding in Qinhai Middle School with thousands of students in each grade.

But in terms of height alone.

Tang Luo was still half a head taller than her.

Coupled with the blessing of physical fitness, men and women are different, and she has no choice but to hide herself.

Jumped for a while.

Zhou Nanxin was finally tired.

Realizing that hard work doesn't work, the girl begins to switch strategies.

She seemed to be completely disappointed, stepped back a bit, opened a sincere and safe distance, and then lowered her head, putting her hands behind her pitifully, and gently pulling the ground with her toes.

The girl's voice was low, and she was extremely wronged.

"How can you be willing to return it to me."

The beautiful girl put on this sad and pitiful appearance, and it is lethal to the alien who is naturally protective.

But Zhou Nanxin knew him well.

He is also familiar with such Zhou Nanxin.

Looking at the girl who kept exuding a pitiful aura, Tang Luo sat down beside the flower bed unmoved, thought for a while, tossed the pen in his hand and grasped it again.

"Say something nice."

"Husband."

Zhou Nanxin whispered, mosquitoes.

Her voice is not loud.

But Tang Luo heard it clearly.