Fried bean sprouts with chives: the husband of a bandit

Because of her eyes, he did not even have the courage to lie.

Even ye Yuwei could not be special to him, but this unknown little girl had done it.

Ye Cong reached out and touched her head. "Do you remember what I Told You? I am not a good person."

Xin Ya:"..."

Xin Ya's heart was racing, and it was uncontrollable.

This kind of acceleration was completely different from shyness, but it was because of fear.

Compared to the gangsters, the gangsters were not bad people.

So, they were like the people in the movies?

Xin Ya lowered her eyes, and the mist unconsciously occupied her eyes. She tightened her grip on Ye Cong's arm. "No, don't you want to go?"

She asked carefully, perhaps because she knew the answer.

No, no, no.

Xin Ya's careful and sad words hurt ye Cong's heart, but he had to go. For Xin Ya's sake, he had to go.