Hearing this, Henry Jiang raised his head and glanced at the bright moon hanging in the sky. The silver moonlight poured down and sprinkled in this quiet forest. Through the dense gray branches, a mottled patch was spread on the ground. In the shadow, Henry Jiang’s shoes stepped on the dead leaves, and Henry Jiang’s footsteps speeded up with a burst of rustling noise.
The small road is not far ahead. A black sports car is parked there. A yellow-haired young man is sitting on the co-pilot in the sports car. He rolls down the car window, sticks out his head, and looks at Jiang Heng. Frederick Fu on Shu’s back.
Frederick Fu remembered this young man. He had seen him by Henry Jiang many times. I don’t know what the relationship between this young man and Henry Jiang was. Would he be the one Henry Jiang liked?
Frederick Fu lowered his eyes and poured out another candy from a small jar, and put it in his mouth. The sugar was peach-flavored, with the freshness of mint. As if a breeze poured into his drowsy brain, Frederick Fu tilted his head. , And got closer to Henry Jiang.
Henry Jiang stopped in front of the back door of the car and said to William Wang, “Go drive and go to Dr. Song later.”
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