The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

 Chapter 1069 Fireman vs Cartoonist 12

 “Hello.” Zhou Shu nodded and said in a polite voice.

"Hello." Lin Zhi'an opened her mouth and heard her own mechanical voice.

 Zhou Shu did not introduce himself, perhaps because he felt that there would not be another meeting, or because he was not very familiar with him, or perhaps because there was simply no need for it.

After a brief greeting, he was already talking to Wei Chengze with a smile. The uncle and nephew had a great conversation.

Facing her silhouette, he is handsome and indifferent, mature and unfamiliar. The invisible distance between them is like a barrier, calm and sober.

…is it him?

 So many years.

Lin Zhi'an didn't dare to recognize him.

She laughed in her heart that she once wanted to thank someone from her heart. When she was seventeen, her memory would fade after eight years. Even if he was standing in front of her, how could she guarantee that she would recognize him.

And this gratitude has become weaker and weaker as time goes by, as if it has been stuck in the summer of that year forever, never seeing the light of day.

She put down her hand decisively and saw Zhou Shu's lips moving slightly as he spoke to Wei Chengze.

Lin Zhi'an raised her hand and pinched her face, grinning in pain.

I don’t know why, but the billiards shop is deprived of all sounds and colors in broad daylight, just like the groggy three or four o’clock in the afternoon. In the looming shadow, the man’s lowered eyes seem to be a bit sleepy, and the lines of his profile are smooth. He is almost superior in determination and has a straight nose.

 Lin Zhi'an was very unfamiliar with this face.

　　No, people cannot harm themselves.

 The fingertips hanging under the sleeves are slightly curled.

It's a pity that there is no mirror here, otherwise Lin Zhi'an really wants to see what the expression on her face looks like at this moment, and how she says "hello".

But there was no mirror, which was enough for Lin Zhi'an to see his facial features clearly.

Trapped for four days after the earthquake, she only vaguely saw his face at the end.

　Sometimes I think that if I never see her again, I might as well not let her see her at all.

"An'an?" Wei Chengze called her twice in a low voice and looked at her, "What's wrong?" Zhou Shu's voice stopped, his eyelashes were half-closed, with a sleepy look as if he was not awake, and he fell coldly on Lin Zhi'an. .

 The eyes are deep in color.

Like an endless night.

 …

"It's okay." Lin Zhi'an smiled back, with a soft voice and clear enunciation.

yes.

 It’s all over.

 He doesn’t remember her either, so why should she know her again.

Everyone and everything should always be remembered, which is God’s best arrangement and a gift from fate.

Zhou Shu’s words were concise and concise: “Whatever foundation you want to study, you can choose it yourself.”

"Uncle, do you have a real-person escape book?" Wei Chengze took it and asked, "I want to try something exciting."

“Yeah, we’ve already played the regular version, there’s no point in playing anymore.” Several other friends said, “Brother Shu, why don’t you just come along!”

Zhou Shu clasped his fingers on the table and said in a cold and casual tone: "Is your girlfriend not afraid?"

 “Try it.” Wei Chengze was stunned for a moment, then responded immediately, hooking Lin Zhi’an’s sleeve, “Can you do it, An’an?”

that moment.

Lin Zhi'an seemed to feel another gaze falling on her, calmly. She raised her head quietly and smiled at them indifferently.

 “I don’t know much about it, just go with what you choose.”

Zhou Shu didn't say anything and gave them a few to choose from. A few friends gathered there to discuss. They were all men. Lin Zhi'an didn't have anything to say. He was not interested. He stood next to the cabinet and happened to see the display. Lucky cat on the table.