"I know." Zhou Fengyu had just gotten up from a beauty village, and muttered in a daze: "When will you come back?"

Hosyan's tone was faint: "Let's go in two days."

"Why did you suddenly run to North City?"

“There’s something to do.”

"Damn!" Zhou Fengyu shouted, "What's the matter? It's more important than acquiring Qingyuan?"

Hosyan said seriously: "A big event in life."

I believe in your evil!

Zhou Fengyu rolled his eyes wide and didn't even believe his words: "Hoth Yan, when did you learn to tell a cold joke? I know if you know, I'm all goosebumps."

"Mr. Zhou," the woman's delicate voice could be vaguely heard there, "Let me see it."

Hosyan hung up the phone.

Click into the album and bring up the latest photos taken.

The girl with black hair tied into a bun with a smile on her lips and a light blush on her fair face, which was shining with sunlight. She was bent down to touch the three words "Fairy Temple" engraved on the stone tablet, and said that the paint has fallen out, and it has become a mountain girl temple.

He took out his cell phone and took a picture of the scene.

Hosyan rarely pays attention to the women around him. He has a memory that he never forgets. He only needs to know what the name corresponds to this face and which department it belongs to... But at present, he has not missed every expression of Miaomiao, and even observed it in a slight way. She also has a small star and moon pendant on her dark blue hair rope.
Chapter completed!