The cold blooded princess and the iceberg prince

In Lieyan, they sat in a dark corner: "En?" Bingxi looked up and said, "Two cups of hot milk, and a cup of latte without sugar or milk."

"En? Why don't we drink alcohol today, and Xier doesn't drink alcohol?" Xiang Liuchou was reading a book called "Andersen's Fairy Tales". She took out the book she had thrown in the corner.

"You guys don't drink for the good of your baby, and I don't drink for the good of your baby!" Bingxi has recently become very literary, very literary.The arts and crafts made them unbearable.

"The boss is here." The waiter came over with three drinks, two cups of hot milk and a cup of latte.Bingxi touched the temperature of the glass filled with milk, nodded: "You go down." "Yes, boss." The waiter immediately disappeared without a trace.

The two people next to him had no choice but to hold up the milk, and Bingxi drank a big mouthful of latte, and he lost his image.She turned on the computer, entered the password with a crackling sound, opened the gang's dark web, and browsed the latest gang and Daoli news. "Damn, there's been a big fight in the road recently." Xiang Liuchou roared.

"Don't swear, the baby will also swear after listening to swear words, you don't want your son or daughter to say the first thing in life is not mother, but shit!" Bingxi looked at her with contempt, but she suddenly stunned……

There was a sudden commotion at the door of Lieyan. Mu Yufeng, Yifeng, Mu Yiyang, and Nangong walked in. Nangongao didn't know where they were. The four of them stood like that, walked to the bar and sat down. They wanted everything except Yifeng. A bottle of wine, opened the bottle cap and started pouring.

Bingxi, we used to rub shoulders countless times, and now you still don't give me a chance, just throw me away like this, you are alone, do you know that the two of us roaming together are called rivers and lakes?Mu Fengyu was still drinking wine, as if he was not drunk after a thousand cups.

The two people beside Bingxi trembled.Bingxi turned her head away and comforted the two of them: "Don't worry, poor children, God will bless you, Amen!" Bingxi read slowly, her tears hadn't flowed wantonly for some time, let her tears flow today. It can flow sideways, but there is only one drop, dripping down her face, her left eye seems to have always been that empty and dark.

"En? When did you believe in Christianity?" Xiang Liuchou raised her head and pinched Bingxi's fingers.In the past few days, the shock Bingxi brought to them was too great, too much, too full, just like water in a glass, even if it has surface tension, it will always overflow.

"Oh. Reading the Bible and playing. It's so lonely now... It's always better not to have him by my side..." The voice of her last words was so small that they couldn't hear them, so that it made people feel sad. People think that she said this sentence to herself... "According to our plan, shouldn't we stride away?"

They all stood up, yes, we are leaving, today may be the last time you see us who love you, goodbye, if you can still love today, let us say out loud that we love you, tomorrow, we It will be like a stranger, no matter what you are, we will no longer feel sad for you.

"Yu, look, are those three people Xi'er and the others?" Yifeng suddenly woke up the three people who were drinking too much, and all three turned their heads to look at the three attractive girls who also turned their heads.

Bingxi's dazzling blue hair is already full of vicissitudes, not as flamboyant and domineering as before; Lin Cao'er's long golden hair has been cut short, very short, just like cutting the longing and the past to forget Xiang Liuchou's pink-blond hair is also coiled up and combed behind her head, with a maturity and calmness that has never been seen before...

In the vicissitudes of life, everything in the past seems to be cut off by a sharp sword at this moment, leaving only good memories.Also, just like their gang, the butterflies flew to the sky and to the sun, leaving endless nostalgia with the beauty of their wings, to commemorate the innocence of the past.

A long time ago, an old man sat under the moon and said: "Marriage is bound by a thread." The red thread has been cut, and they can't look back...