The handsome young man was originally so handsome that his face was full of vulgarity because of his envy, jealousy and hatred.

Tong Yaru held Wang Lang's arm and said to the young man, "I'm sorry, I'm already married."

"You can also add WeChat when you get married. You can also come out to play with it frequently." The young man smiled.

Tong Yaru frowned for the first time and whispered, "This person is so annoying."

"Is he your husband?" The young man pointed at Wang Lang with a strong provocative chin.

"no."

"That's amazing. I can be like him, or even better than him. Our relationship will be very good." The young man shamelessly raised his phone and spoke again.

"Add a beautiful girl on WeChat."

Tong Yaru pulled Wang Lang away. Who knew that this young man was like lard and was blocking his heart and refused to leave.

Seeing this, a few friends next to him came up to pull him up. The young man left his friend away, "I just didn't feel good. Why can such a poor guy deceive this sister with such a bad trick? Sister, do you know that there are too many such people, and don't believe what he says to you. Look at his outfit, he looks like a rich man, he just likes your money."

Tong Yaru pulled Wang Lang and was about to leave, but was stopped by this young man again, "Sister, it's okay not to add WeChat, but I must wake you up today. You can't be fooled by the sweet words of such people anymore."

"This is my business, you don't have to worry about it." Tong Yaru pulled Wang Lang away again.

"Sister, you don't like being strong, you are also very strong, I'm very strong, I'm good at ease, why don't you try it?" The young man lowered his voice and smiled, his eyes swept around Tong Yaru, feeling that he could have a pair of perspective eyes to see Tong Yaru clearly.

Tong Yaru hid behind Wang Lang, "This person is so disgusting."

"Sister, don't you just like people like me?" the young man smiled. He didn't know how much courage Liang Jingru gave this child.

Wang Lang lit a cigarette and spit a mouthful of smoke at the young man, "Get out!"

"Say it again." The young man suddenly became angry and grabbed Wang Lang's collar.

Wang Lang sucked his mouth and the cigarette butt suddenly started to burn. He reached out and pinched the young man's face, pinched the young man's mouth open, and threw the ongoing cigarette into his mouth. He held the young man's chin and pulled it down. Wang Lang raised his leg and hit the young man's chin.

For a moment, blood was pouring on.

Several of the young man's friends came up one after another, judging from the situation, they wanted to stay with Wang Lang forever.

The young man who vomited cigarette butts and blood covered his mouth and howled, jumped up and rushed towards Wang Lang, and was kicked away by Wang Lang.

The fight here quickly attracted a group of people, and the bodyguard arrived in a short while.

This shopping mall is also an industry of Dongxingshe.

On the sixth floor of the mall, there is a manager on each floor. His status is equivalent to the Red Sticks of Dongxingshe, but it is slightly better than the Red Sticks.

After a while, the manager of this floor ran over. He looked like he was in his fifties and was wearing formal clothes. He saw the young man with blood on the ground, and was furious at that time.

The young man got up, feeling unreasonable, "Dad, I was beaten."

The manager led a group of people to surround Wang Lang, but he was stunned when he saw Wang Lang.

"Nan...Brother Nan."

Wang Lang said nothing and left with Tong Yaru.

Leaving a group of people alone and messy.

When the young man heard that he was in his fifties called a young man in his twentysomething, he was stunned at the time and forgot about the pain.

Bang!

The pain before was still there, and his father slapped him again.

The manager shouted angrily, "I finally climbed to this position, you almost ruined me! Beast! Why did you raise such a scam like you!"

There were still people watching in the circle, and the manager yelled, "What are you looking at! Get out!"

Tong Yaru was in no mood to go shopping in the mall and wanted to cover the road, so Wang Lang treated it as a walk after dinner.

The two of them left without saying a word for more than ten minutes.

Tong Yaru let go of Wang Lang's arms and opened her hands to look at the sky.

The dark sky is dark and deep, like an indissoluble dark curtain.

The snow is falling.

Becoming bigger, getting bigger.

A few minutes later, the entire Tianlan City turned into a white world.

Tong Yaru happily circled around like a child in this city that suddenly became quiet, as playful as a child.

"Nannan, you are walking in front." Tong Yaru greeted.

Wang Lang didn't know what Tong Yaru was going to do, but he still walked in front. Tong Yaru grabbed Wang Lang's clothes and followed behind. Wang Lang turned around inadvertently and saw Tong Yaru walking forward in Wang Lang's footprints.

Tong Yaru smiled innocently, "If we walk in the same footprint, the snow won't hurt so much."

"Will the snow hurt?" This is the first time Wang Lang has heard of such a thing.

Tong Yaru nodded seriously.

"Everything has life, just like this building, like a silly man, the uncle of the worker was his parents, and he created him, and at the same time gave him a soul and gave him life. When the building was pushed down, it made a loud sound, it was he crying. He also felt very painful.

Snow is the children of the sky. Their life is very short. They land on the ground and decorating the world is their mission, but they melted soon. When we stepped on him, the sound of salsa was actually snow crying, so we try not to step on him and let him not hurt so much."

Wang Lang grinned.

It seems that there is something really right.

Some women are simply pretending, while others are purely born.

Tong Yaru belongs to the latter.

As long as this woman doesn't involve her children, she is a innocent little girl, very cute. The only thing that can't stand is that the perfume smell on this woman is really unbearable.

But it seems that there have been a lot less in the past two days.

Wang Lang walked in front, Tong Yaru followed behind, leaving a long string of footprints on the ground.

After walking for nearly an hour, Wang Lang turned around and Tong Yaru sniffed, her little face was so cold that it was red.

"Let's take a ride back." Wang Lang suggested.

Tong Yaru's head was like a rattle, "No, I rarely go out. I finally went out once and saw such a beautiful snow, how could I not take a look more?"

As he spoke, Tong Yaru turned around and took a photo of the footprints behind the two of them, and posted it casually on Moments.

"Do you like snow?" Tong Yaru suddenly asked looking at the sky.

Wang Lang raised his eyes and looked at the snow that was still falling in the sky.

I reached out to catch a snowflake, and the corners of my lips were involuntarily rising.

The past is vivid in my mind.

That year, Ye Zi rode on Wang Lang's neck and looked at the heavy snow.

"Little prodigal son, let's have a daughter. Have a daughter to play snowball fights with me."

"Why don't you have a son? Wouldn't it be more fun to have a snowball fight like this?"

"You killed too many people and cursed you too many people. You will definitely be unable to give birth to a son."

"Your uncle!"

"Little prodigal son, I'm hungry, target wonton restaurant, drive!"

There was only a line of footprints left on the snow.

Time seems to overlap, but there are people next to you.

Tong Yaru reached out and shook her hand in front of Wang Lang.

"Nannan, what are you thinking?"

Wang Lang came to his senses and smiled at Tong Yaru, "Nothing."

"Let's take a photo and make a souvenir, okay?" Tong Yaru suggested.

"good."

Tong Yaru looked around and finally fixed her eyes to a young man who was dressed very thinly. "Little brother, can you help your brother and sister take a photo?"

The child nodded and took the phone.

"You two click back, otherwise you can only pat half of your body." The child signaled.

Tong Yaru pulled Wang Lang backwards, and Wang Lang looked at the child with a smile on his lips.

“123…”

The child counted three numbers, and suddenly turned around and ran away with Tong Yaru's cell phone.
Chapter completed!