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?? 0011 sighed, alas, now I just hope that the host¡¯s memory will not kill the host with a sword after returning.
What 0011 doesn't know is that it is just its extravagant hope. In the future, the memory returns and all the truth is known. Shen Yisheng gave the person behind him a sword on the spot. As for whether that person is dead or not, I don't know yet, because I don't know. How to arrange it.
So, let¡¯s get down to business, let¡¯s return our attention to the follow-up to the last world.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????:?????????????A man with a cold and expressionless face sat in the low-key and luxurious black business car. The man was wearing a top-notch custom-made handmade suit.
Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of a corner of the photo. He stretched out his hand and pulled out the photo.
When he saw the photo, the man¡¯s head hurt as if it was exploding. He stared at the photo in his hand like a fish on the verge of death.
In the photo, the young man is wearing a simple white shirt, facing the morning light, looking at the person opposite him with a smile. Opposite him is a boy with a good face. The man is not looking at the other man, but he is dead. Stare at the boy.
The young man's picturesque eyebrows and eyes are gorgeous, and his skin color is like mutton-fat white jade. The paradise flower beside him makes him as clear and flawless as a jade sculpture. The frost on his bright wrist makes people unable to take their eyes away, and the man can't take his eyes away either. .
Looking at the photo, it was as if an invisible hand came from the air, grabbed the man's heart violently, ravaged it a few times, rubbed it, and bit the corner of his lip, making a sound of pain.
"Mr. Yang, are you okay? What's wrong with you?"
Hearing the muffled sound, the assistant on the co-pilot looked over worriedly, and saw Yang Yulin's face turned pale, and became anxious.
Yang Yulin ignored the assistant's words and still looked at the photo with his eyes wide open. In the photo, Shen Yoshi was still smiling like a flower, which amazed him for the longest time.
Yes, the photo Yang Yulin saw was of Shen Yisheng and the little puppy. Yang Yulin sent someone to take the photo with Shen Yisheng at that time.
who is he?
What's his name?
Do I know him?
Why did you have such a big reaction just by looking at him?
Why can¡¯t my soul tremble when I look at that face?
As he was thinking about it, a very unfamiliar, heart-wrenching and suffocating shiver swept over him.
Yang Yulin did not suppress the trembling in his soul. He touched Shen Yoshi in the photo and indulged in it. His eyes slowly transformed from the initial confusion and nostalgia into intense pain and struggle.
Pictures flashed through his mind.
"It's pitiful. It's just a spare tire. I shouldn't say spare tire, but a licking dog."
"Mr. Yang, have you ever played? Do you understand playing? You know nothing about 'playing', especially playing with men. Do you know how to do it?"
"Your kissing skills are so bad, it makes my mouth hurt. I don't want to kiss you anymore."
"My lord, this is a famous lover's area. I wonder how many women and men have lived in your villa here?"
"I was the first one to move in. The next one should be Miss Jiang. After all, you are eyeing her with covetous eyes and are deeply affectionate."
"That's right. A dirty second-hand product like me is stained at the first glance. How can you care about it?"
"Yang Yulin, let's go to your house. Don't send me to the villa."
"Yang Yulin, Yang Yulin, Yang Yulin."
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