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    Come back after running in the community.  Take away the delivery at the convenience store casually.  Heat rolled over him.

    He has well-developed muscles.  It has something to do with his long-term fitness.

    He walked into the corridor.  The elevator stops on the first floor.  But he just glanced casually and chose to take the stairs.

    The family lives on the eighth floor.  It is an auspicious number.

    The voice-activated lights in the corridor lit up one by one because of the sound of his footsteps.

    It's the weather in late autumn.  He was only wearing a set of sports short sleeves.  Sweat slides down the skin.  His hair is very heavy.  Strong androgen.

    Get up every day.  He will shave off the beard that grows on his face.  And those beards are like weeds, growing vigorously.  He hates those beards.  Always want to uproot them.

    Step up the steps steadily.

    He heard a "ding dong".  I know someone has pressed the elevator.  Then came the sound of the elevator closing.

    ? The number that was scanned to the elevator from the corner of the eye changed from 1 to 2, and then to 3.  As if intending to race, he speeded up.

    But still lost.

    The elevator reached the tenth floor.  He has only reached the sixth floor.

    The elevator stopped for only ten seconds on the tenth floor.  He saw the number change from 10 to 6.  Before he could react, a black-haired girl rushed over from the elevator.

    panicked.

    All of a sudden, she threw herself into his arms.

    With a trembling voice, he called for help.

    "help me."

    I don't know how to comfort him.  He looked at the lights hanging in the corridor.  The bright lights hurt his eyes.

    He has never been hugged by a girl.  The tense atmosphere did not dare to come out.  Is it a beautiful encounter?

    The girl is wearing a black sweater.  The gentle straight hair is stuck to the chest.

    She has a pair of shining eyes.  Petite.

    The girl pressed tightly against his chest.  The warm chest felt a strong impact.  That's not the power of love.  He never believed in love at first sight.  When the brain regained its rationality, the affection for the girl also disappeared.  A girl who can throw herself in the arms of a strange man at will is not a good girl.

    After she is emotionally stable.  The girl wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and moved her body away.  Say sorry over and over again.

    "It's okay," he said.

    Right as an accident.  He turned indifferently and went upstairs.  He wasn't interested in girls' stories.

    "Wait a minute," the girl called after him.

    "Anything else?"

    The girl swallowed.

    "Will you do me a favor?"

    "What's up."

    "My family lives on the tenth floor." The girl was still in shock.  His voice was still trembling.

    "Oh." He responded coldly.

    "It's like this. I just took the elevator to the tenth floor. When I arrived at the door, I found someone was picking the lock of my house. I was very scaredI don't know what to do?"

    "You should find the police uncle." He was a little impatient.

    "I don't think you should be a bad person."

    These words shocked him.

    "I don't think you should be a bad person!" repeated in his ears.

    He wants to be a good man.  And how much trust does the girl in front of her have?

    The plot of the hero saving the beauty is difficult to stage in real life.

    He pondered for a long time.

    Did not agree to the girl's request.

    To come to him without going to the police is itself problematic.

    Besides, just relying on him If the other party has a knife and gun, wouldn't he be a sheep in the mouth of a tiger.  In modern society, self-protection is important.

    "You call the police. I believe the police will keep you safe."

    These are the last words he left to her.

    He continued to climb upwards.  When I got home, I took a hot bath and took off the sticky sports short sleeves. The clothes seemed to still have the smell of the girl.

    Throw the clothes in the washing machine.

    With the rapid rotation of the washing machine.  It seems to take away the memory of staying at the stairs on the sixth floor.  He had never met that girl.

    Deliberately open the window.  Lying in bed, I kept watching to see if a police car was coming.

    But it has been quiet.  There is no sound.

    At the same time, I was glad that I didn't listen to the girl.  One side fell asleep vaguely.

    Woke up the next day.  Get up as usual, brush your teeth, and stand in front of the mirror to shave.

    Go downstairs to buy breakfast.

    Suddenly there was a group of chattering people downstairs.  they are allHe was discussing something fiercely.

    He passed them indifferently.

    "Tenth floor, stolen, thief!"

    These words kept coming to his ears.  He couldn't help but stopped.

    But he couldn't get any important information.

    All he heard were intermittent words.

    The tenth floor was really stolen.

    What he didn't know was that the girl didn't call the police because she didn't bring her mobile phone.

    He pretended to be indifferent.  Go ahead and buy breakfast.

    He was thinking, who should he turn to for help if he faced the same problem as the girl.

    For this society, how much trust is left?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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