The woman wore a pink sweater, long water-ground straight jeans, and long black leather boots, which looked extremely sexy and casual.

Zhang Chong's physical fitness is so good that he is not afraid of the cold.

But on the street, others were wearing winter clothes and they were wearing autumn clothes, which was a bit out of place.

So I also bought a black turtleneck sweater.

Huang Qiang bought clothes but first left the clothing store gate. Looking around on the streets, he saw a familiar shadow.

The figure that happened thousands of times in my memory flashed and disappeared on the road.

It was clearly him, the guy who could never forget even if he turned into ashes.

Huang Qiang ran forward without hesitation, crossed the zebra crossing, listened to the car beside him honking his horns wildly, listened to the sound of the braking and cursing, and there was only one thought in his mind, chasing...

"Yang Song...Yang Song..." She cried and ran forward.

The injury I suffered yesterday relapsed under intense exercise. A little blood burst out from the bandaged wound. As I ran, I sprained my ankle and fell to the ground unsteadily.

Oops.

She held her feet in one hand and looked at the shadow that was leaving unwillingly.

"Chichi."

"Get out of the way. You want to die."

"Bang." A car was braked beside him and another stopped car collided.

The drivers of the two cars jumped down, pointed at Huang Qiang and shouted and shouted: "Stupid, you want to die, you."

Huang Qiang still looked distracted and looked at the ground with his eyes blank.

"Lost money!"

"Hurry up and lose money, I still have to get on the road?" The two drivers yelled at Huang Qiang.

The other cars behind him honked their horns to vent their dissatisfaction.
Chapter completed!