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

As a result of this major event, the entire layer of the Dusit Group was surrounded by onlookers.

Fortunately, Luo Ding's body is good, just drilled out twice.

In this case, you can't take the elevator, just in case you are photographed by the camera. No matter how good she pretends, she may be recognized by Du Jiusheng.

Can only take the stairs.

"How many floors do you have?" Luo Dust dialed Xiaohong's phone. The first time said: "I seem to be discovered, come and cover me."

"I am on the 20th floor." Xiaohong bit his teeth: "I am going down the elevator."

Luo dusted and frowned: "Forget it, I will go out directly, and I will worship you..."

Please don’t say anything about the word '托托', and I saw the figure of Nian’an when I was in the dust.

He stood in the corridor on the third floor and looked at a portrait hanging on the wall.

It’s not someone else on the portrait.

"I found peace of mind." The next second, Luo Dust directly hang up the phone, rushed into the escape route, and ran towards the third floor.

Du Jiusheng stood in the middle of the elevator and the stairs. He did not see the direction in which the dust fell.

He closed his eyes and almost judged with his heart and feelings.

In the end, I decided to take the stairs.

There are countless doubts in my heart, and a little spread to the atrium.

Is she? Is she? Is she?

Five years, five years.

Is she not protected? Why did it suddenly appear here?

Isn't it her?

No, impossible...

At that moment, at that moment, the deep heart of the instigation, in this world, in addition to Luo Dust, no one can give her.

The only urge to rush forward to hug her, she is alone.

Du Jiusheng is faster than her, and Luo Ding can even feel that there are only two floors of stairs, some people are chasing her.

On the corner of the third floor, she was planning to look around, but did not expect to be directly pulled by people, directly into the escape door on the other side of the third floor.

"Read..."

"Do not talk."

Luo Dingchen has not opened his name to call Ann, and the escape door has been closed.

Nian An stood on the other side of the door, his hands in his pockets, and a faint light shone in his throat.

The stairs are very quiet, and Luo seems to be able to feel the footsteps increase a little bit and close a little.

Until the end of the nine stables standing on the third floor, Luo Dust even felt that he did not even have the strength to breathe.

"Is it you?" His cool, watery sound came slowly.

At this moment, Luo Ding felt that he should be familiar with the first time.

For five years, she has not heard the voice of the transitional nine years.

But there is another kind of emotion that overshadows this so-called familiarity.

Touched, moved, moved...

She took a deep breath and pouted, fearing that she would cry out in the next second.

Then all the emotions suddenly collapsed.

"Well, it is me." Nian's slight decapitation, let his eyes and the life of the nine.

It is a fake to say that you are not nervous. He is very nervous and very nervous.

For the past five years, he has never been bothered by anything, not nervous about anything.

Only, I will always think.

If one day, the first time he saw his father, what kind of expression should be revealed, what should be said, what kind of emotion should be used to face.

Rather than saying that he is thinking about meeting, it is better to say that he is expecting to meet.

Looking forward to the day they met, the first sentence he said to him.

Nian An thought about the countless scenes they met, but did not think of it.