Chapter 72: [022] Young Min Gang

"Every day, what are you looking at?" Zhuge Lang was obliquely dragging the dragon to the sky, very curious about the loss of his expression, which he had never seen before.
Long did not answer him every day, but stepped on the accelerator and started the car, but a five-year-old little figure and the clear figure just now constantly appeared in his mind.
Ten years have passed. Should she have grown up like this?
I wonder what she will look like?
Will it be like the girl just now?
Zhuge Lang knew that his companion had always said little, so he stopped asking questions, but closed his eyes and rested.
The temperament of Zhuge Lang is completely opposite to that of Long. He has a white complexion, short chestnut hair, and a pair of arc-shaped peach eyes under his handsome thick eyebrows. He has a tall nose and a thin, moderately thin lips. The dazzling smile, plus his preference for wearing white clothes, looks like a Prince Charming from a fairy tale, handsome, gentle, elegant and sexy.
The car drove out of city A slowly, and was on the highway like a real detached Hummer ...

"Min Gang, Min Gang--"
Suddenly there was a sweet call.
Hearing this very special name for her last life, Yang Zimei's heart trembled slightly and looked up.
A girl who is about fifteen years old, tall and rugged, wearing a light green sleeveless knee-length skirt, white short boots, and a slightly curly black hair. She looks extremely excited. Screaming, the blushing cheeks were faintly pink, and the lips like plump lips were slightly opened, revealing the white and neat teeth.
In front of a tea shop in front of her, a long, tall, thin boy stood, and when he heard the cry, he turned back slightly, short black hair, clean skin, a beautiful face full of sunshine, and dark eyes Gentle as water.
Min Gang!
When I saw Min Gang, who was already a teenager, Yang Zimei ’s heart image was disturbed by others, with a slight tremor, his mind was constantly overlapping with the five-year-old Min Gang and the 28-year-old mature Min Gang.
Her mood felt weird, but she was a little excited looking forward. It turned out that when Min Gang was young, she was as handsome and sunny as a cherry blossom boy.
"Min Gang, you want to buy tea?" The girl stepped forward, looking at Min Gang with a cheerful face.
"Um." Min Gang nodded slightly, smiling, but that smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes, it was just politeness.
Seeing his indifferent attitude towards the young girl, Yang Zimei felt well at ease.
"Min Gang, my family also has a tea house. What tea do you want, I'll pick the best for you." As if the young girl didn't see his cold attitude, she continued to smile with a beautiful smile.
"Murong Yan, thank you, I bought it myself." Min Gang finished and asked the tea shop owner to say a couple of Tieguanyin.
Yang Zimei is still familiar with the name Murong Yan, because on the first day of school, she heard someone comparing her with the school flower Murong Yan.
Also, I heard a lot of discussions that brought Mu Rongyan and Min Gang together to talk, saying that they had a natural pair of flowers and grass.
The two of them stood together, handsome men and beautiful women, who really matched each other.
Yang Zimei's heart became a little uncomfortable.