MTL - Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

And it can be known that he has already prepared in advance and ruled out many of the interference items he set.

Inadvertently, the smile of Nian's mouth is even worse.

He gently licked his lips and softened his eyes.

Although he is still a child, he has never looked like this, even when he was with Luo, he never had it.

In this world, everyone plays a different identity.

Luo Dust is his most important person in the world, even if he is giving life to protect.

But crossing the nine life -

different.

For Nian An, Du Jiusheng is a back in a fog, he is out of reach.

Even if Ann said that he never left them, he even kept looking for them.

But he still looks forward to watching him, like other children, watching his back.

Want to call him, but found that if you are in the throat, nothing can be called out.

Nian An put the notebook computer on, put the money and a piece of paper on the table, and left the coffee shop.

He knows that no more than five minutes, Du Jiusheng will come here.

As it turns out, he guessed it very accurately.

Whether he is a ferry or a nine-year-old, he is a smart person.

Although he is only five years old, his ability, and even many of them, are not owned by Du Jiusheng.

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Five minutes later, Du Jiusheng rushed into the cafe.

He avoided all the interference and came to the coffee shop in the southernmost part of the company.

Because it will be noon soon, there are quite a lot of people in the cafe.

But when Du Jiusheng looked over, he knew who he was not looking for.

"Too, what do you need?"

The waiter's lady recognized him naturally at a glance. The whole building is his. They can not know anyone, and they can't help but know how to live.

"After five minutes, did someone leave here?"

"Five minutes." The waiter recalled: "Several people have left, but who is not remembering, just..."

"What is it?"

“There was a guest just...” The waiter thought about it and re-explained: “There was a little friend who left a note.”

"Children?" Du Jiusheng smashed his eyebrows. This kind of answer would not have been in his heart, but I don't know why today is in my heart.

"Yes...but because the other person looks very small, we thought it was the child of the company's employees, playing a role-playing game..."

"What about the paper?"

Du Jiusheng’s brow wrinkles very tightly, and he felt that he was unlikely to be a child in the waiter’s mouth.

But in this coffee shop, no one left, no one gave him a feeling of being evenly matched and facing each other.

"Oh, Huizi." The waiter shouted the name of another person named Huizi. "Is the note that you just put away?"

"It seems to have been thrown into the trash." Huizi walked over to the trash can and found two ways: "Found."

Ten seconds later, the note left by Nian Ann reached the hand of Du Jiusheng.

Unlike other five-year-old children, Nian's words are very, very beautiful, and even can be said to have the feeling of writing calligraphy in ancient times with a brush.

- I am here today.

Concise, no reason, no process, no result.

Du Jiusheng took this note, and the slender fingertips were slightly trembling.

"Help me adjust all the monitoring today."

"Okay, go over."