Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl

Qiang Mo got up, walked out of the private room, and went downstairs.

The first floor was empty, except for the boss who was sitting on the Internet cafe bar and looking at his phone.

A little surprised raised his eyebrows, is this closed?

Should not be ah.

The boss heard the voice of Qiang Mo coming downstairs, without raising an eyelid, he said:

"Little devil, you have an extra hour."

A joke flashed in Qiang Mo's eyes, and he deliberately said:

"Forty-three minutes."

The owner of the Internet cafe finally looked up after hearing this, but did not propose to charge more money.

Qiang Mo went downstairs and looked around the scene in the lobby on the first floor.

The hall where people went had a depressing atmosphere, but the ground had already been cleaned.

Qiang Mo raised his eyes and looked at the time. It was eight thirteen, not much, not much.

Leaning on the armrest beside him, he said indifferently:

"Middle-aged or lost?"

The boss glanced at Qiang Mo again, and his tone was a bit vicissitudes:

"Little devil, can I be widowed in middle age?"

Qiang Mo sneered in a low voice and said with a blunt smile:

"Don't curse if you don't."

The boss couldn't help but laugh, how could someone like him drag another person to suffer with him?

He always thought that he would be alone for life, knowing that after a long time, he met her and understood one sentence:

Just didn't meet the right person.

It's just that the current boss naturally doesn't know.

Looking up at Qiang Mo, the boss continued:

"Little devil, are you going home so late?"

Although the boss didn't expect the mysterious young man with extraordinary bearing in front of him to say anything to him.

The corners of Qiang Mo's lips were lightly raised, a person like her who was born in the dark, the night is her home.

Some lazy voices:

"Cosmopolitan."

No one could hear the authenticity of Qiang Mo's answer, and the boss did not continue to ask.

Just quietly looking at the charming night view outside the door.

Qiang Mo let out a sigh of relief, straightened up and walked towards the door, but the boss didn't respond at all.

Pushing the door open, Qiang Mo took a foot, paused, and turned around and left a sentence:

"Life is about punching you and giving you a piece of candy. Brother, you are just when you were just beaten."

Looking through the moonlight, the young man's figure showed some warmth.

The boss suddenly laughed heartily:

"Then I will let life pay back all the sugar that owes me!"

Qiang Mo pursed his lips, and the free and easy and wanton of the world revealed in his eyes.

People, if you don't live your life as you like.

And if human! ?

Stepping out the door, he loosened his hand at will, and soon disappeared into the boundless darkness.

A thin figure, only the outline remains.

...

Qiang Mo licked and licked his dry lips, his eyes wicked.

According to the general routine, should we arrange a bridge for her to be robbed?

Looking at the empty space around him, Qiang Mo shook his head and continued to walk forward.

I don't know how long it took, a few moments, or a long time.

Qiang Mo's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he stared at a familiar figure not far away.

Mu Yeran!

The body quickly accelerated and rushed forward, pressing tightly towards the shadow that was so familiar in the memory.

At this moment, Mu Yeran was talking on the phone under the street lamp, with an indifferent expression, unable to distinguish between joy and anger.

Suddenly hearing footsteps in his ears, Mu Yeran hung up the phone and looked back habitually.

Suddenly, just for a moment, when she saw the person coming, she froze in place.