Master Sidi of the Devil’s College

Just as Ah Xing was about to find a food stall to drink two cups of pouring his sorrows, a melodious male voice sounded, which startled Ah Xing.

“You, are you a little white face in the morning?”

Thanks to Si Zhao’s noble suit and outstanding appearance, Ah Xing quickly recognized that the person who spoke in front of him turned out to be a little white face who was watching in the morning, a little surprised, he deliberately went around several streets, how did he find himself, shouldn’t it be for that dumb girl?

“Don’t worry, I’m not here to trouble you, do you have time for a cup of coffee?”

Seeing the vigilance in Ah Xing’s heart, Si Zhao shook his head and explained.

“Coffee, grow rich people’s things or drink it yourself!”

A Xing snorted coldly and was ready to flash people, drinking coffee with a person who watched his rush, he was not so big-hearted, and subconsciously, he had a strong resistance to this little white face who always had a smile, and did not want to have too much contact with him.

“What if I could give you the opportunity to join the Axe Gang or even get ahead?”

Si Zhao seemed to have expected it earlier, stayed, and confidently turned away.

Hearing Si Zhao’s words, A Xing was shocked, he didn’t have time to distinguish Si Yi, looked at Si Zhao’s back, and followed ruthlessly, no matter how slim the chance is, as long as he can get ahead, A Xing is willing to taste it, and the positive result will not be worse than now, isn’t it, this little white face will not sit himself.

Not far away, Si Zhao and A Xing entered a café with a well-designed interior, where young men and women with white-collar looks were sitting in pairs, listening to soothing voices and talking.

Ah Xing felt that he was out of place here, although he looked back at his other customers with curiosity and contempt with fierce eyes, but he was still very bottomless in his heart, followed Si Zhao to sit opposite in a window seat, glanced at the price list of coffee in front of him, and secretly cursed, damn it, the cheapest one has to be a cup, and he can’t spend so much in a day.

“Sir, what do you two need?”

The waitress in a small working apron came to the two with a formula smile, and asked politely after the two sat down, a pair of wonderful eyes curiously looked at this strange duo, a handsome guy in a suit and leather shoes and a sloppy dress, full of, looking like a middle-aged uncle-like quaint boy sitting together, it is difficult not to be eye-catching.

“Give me a cappuccino!” _

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