The Devil of the Walking Street

21.

"What are you doing?" When Swell returned to the attic, the first thing he saw was newspapers all over the floor, and the little devil who was fiddling with newspapers: "This is origami? Why are you so idle?"

Lan Ming gave him a contemptuous glance, but kept moving. The newspaper was flipping over and over in his hands, rattling: "This is a rose in a wine glass! This is art! It's art!"

"Well, well, it's art." The archbishop dealt with it perfunctorily, picking up a folded wine glass rose from the ground - the pattern is complicated and layered, if you ignore its material, it is indeed an exquisite handicraft: " Well, it’s really pretty, why don’t you buy a special origami? Isn’t the newspaper too brittle?”

Lan Ming finished the last step, and then picked up a Chenguang water-based pen to draw something on it: "It was just a whim, so I went to the aunt opposite to ask for a stack of waste newspapers."

"I can't see that you still know this?" Swell twisted the paper flower in his hand, and put it in front of the little devil's eyes. His blue lake-like eyes stared directly into Lan Ming's scarlet pupils over the rose. Being very close, the hot breath lingered together - he heard his hoarse voice: "Marryme."

Lan Ming retreated in disgust to keep a distance from the other party, but almost fell off the low sofa, and Swell quickly grabbed him: "You're so stupid."

"..." The little devil felt that it was difficult for him to understand the other's intermittent flirting behavior, so he stood up directly, and pressed the wine glass rose in his hand on the other's always messy brown curly hair. Knead lightly a few times.

A dark aura that only dark creatures can carry flows past.

Swell felt something was wrong, so he got up quickly and stroked his hair: "What did you do?"

Lan Ming stretched with a smile, and then put his arms around his face to admire the funny appearance of a newspaper rose on the man's head, and said cheerfully, "I can't take it off. I'll take it off for you tomorrow."

He hurriedly looked at the top of his head at the blurred shadow of the glass window—as expected, there was a bunch of newspapers stuck on the rose. His fingers passed through the body of the rose, and he couldn't touch it, let alone take it off.

"Believe it or not, take it off and stuff it in your chrysanthemum!!" Swell felt that the other party was going to be turned upside down, and he didn't have the consciousness of "living under the fence" at all.

"Don't worry." Lan Ming yawned, and Shi Shiran walked into his room: "Ordinary people can't see it."

The next day, the archbishop got up early as usual, and greeted every morning with the most handsome image, but when he inadvertently looked up and saw a dusty newspaper wine glass rose in the mirror, he almost took out his mouthwash. swallowed.

How did you forget this? ! !

He wiped his face indiscriminately, and came to the little devil's room full of indignation, but hesitated when he actually grabbed the doorknob.

That guy... always wakes up late.

Every time I ask him to get up early, it looks like I want to QJ him.

just forget it.

Find him to settle accounts at night.

Today, there is no need to preside over the wedding ceremony or take pictures on location, Swealth simply sits in the church as an overseer.

"Boss, what's wrong... he always touches his hair." Xu Xiaomei stood at the door of the church holding the brochure, chatting with the oval-faced girl next to her, but her hands kept moving: "I still feel that I am not mature enough. Hairstyle?... Hey miss, come in and have a look at the wedding photos?"

"No thanks."

Unable to find the WIFI in the attic, Swell could only play minesweeping with his laptop computer, glanced at the two people at the door from time to time, only to find that Xiaomei Xu was always looking back at her secretly, and turned around suddenly to pretend to be Nothing happened, as if he had done something wrong.

This bastard... The man gritted his teeth and stroked his hair, which was already messed up like a chicken coop. He really doubted whether the things on his head were really invisible to ordinary people.

He put down the computer, tried his best to keep a serious face, and walked to the two of them: "You have been watching all this time, what are you watching?"

"Boss..." The oval face shrunk its neck, but couldn't help sneaking a glance at the man's handsome mixed-race face: "Your hairstyle today has a kind of... messy beauty, um, yes."

What she was talking about was really just the hairstyle of the other party, but Swell thought that she was alluding to the funny things on his head, but he didn't say it directly because of his own face. Pull down the devil who is sleeping soundly in the attic and give him a good training in front of everyone.

Usually nothing happens at this time, probably this article will become a real daily article.

Just as all kinds of thoughts were running through the man's mind, for no reason, his heart suddenly tightened. The long years of seclusion did not wear away a certain mysterious intuition that had been deeply rooted in his heart. At that moment, he felt that the god of death seemed to be stand behind him.

In desperation, he only had time to grab the two girls in front of him and hold them tightly in his arms.

call out!

A powerful black mist full of evil power had risen before Swell moved, but it dissipated in an instant. If it wasn't for Swell's familiarity with this breath, it might have been regarded as an illusion in his heart. Or dazzle yourself.

"Boss, boss... what are you doing..." Xu Xiaomei couldn't help but want to push the man in front of her away, but when she saw the complicated expression on the other side, she froze her hands.

"I, I have a boyfriend..." The oval face didn't notice the man's expression, but took a step back and left his embrace. Swell didn't insist anymore and let them go.

With a sullen face, Swell squatted down, looked at the fragmented newspapers on the ground, and a slender bullet case that had been corroded beyond shape, without saying a word.

The oval face stepped back half a step worriedly, feeling that the incident was really unfolding.

On the contrary, Xu Xiaomei was more courageous, and squatted down with the very abnormal boss: "Boss, what's wrong with you?" She picked up a scrap of newspaper: "What is this? Newspaper? Who threw it here... Huh?" Xu Xiaomei Seeing the black piece of iron, he curiously reached out to the bullet casing, which could only be vaguely seen.

"Don't touch it." The man knocked her hand off with a slap, stood up, and kicked the bullet casings on the ground aside: "Today, just pretend nothing happened."

Xu Xiaomei was speechless, how could it be possible that nothing happened: "Boss, are you also suffering from secondary illness?"

Swell looked up at the roofs of the surrounding buildings, but found nothing. He groaned for a while, and patted the two of them on the shoulders: "Yes. I have a second illness. I decided to take a holiday today. You are in charge and let everyone know."

"Is there a mistake..." Happiness came too suddenly. Although Xu Xiaomei felt that there must be something important that she had overlooked, she believed that the boss must have taken too much medicine: "I will notify them immediately! Boss, you have no regrets." The right!" After speaking, he pulled his oval face and walked towards the church.

Archbishop standing in the cold wind: "..."

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