He wanted to turn around, but just as his toes moved, a sound came from behind him-

"Don't move."

His movements froze again.

Meng Busan said briskly, "That's good, please don't turn around for me."

He smiled slightly, "You don't need to show me all of you."

"I don't……"

"Shh!"

Meng Busan tilted his head, pressed his forehead against the refrigerator, and whispered: "Listen to me."

"You don't need to tell me what's in your mind, and you don't need to tell me your secret. You have grown up and are already a mature biochemical person. You should be able to do something bad by yourself."

Tang porcelain: "…”

What are these words!

"Who did the bad thing..." Tang Ci felt wronged.

Meng Busan chuckled and said softly: "Don't worry about me, don't worry about me, and don't worry about me. I'm a lunatic, not worth it."

"Meng Busan!" Tang Ci hu bowed her back and suddenly roared, "You are not!"

"I……"

Meng Busan interrupted him one after another, "I know."

"Tang Ci, you should believe in my tacit understanding with you. You don't need to say a lot of things, I know too; I said a lot of things, but you also know that I didn't mean that."

His expression was rarely serious and gentle.

The soft hair stuck to his pale cheeks, making him look cute and pitiful.

"Don't worry about my future. I have never been afraid of heaven or earth. No one can stop anything I want to do."

Tang Ci said ungratefully: "Yes, but there is always an exception..."

There is always someone who makes you give up on yourself.

Meng Busan smiled, "Is it an exception?"

"I'm really curious about what that exception is."

Tang Ci was about to speak, but Meng Busan said first: "I don't want to listen."

Tang Ci said in a silence: "Bu San, do you really want to know?"

Meng Busan smiled and said, "I don't care whether it's the past or the future, because I always feel that I am a person who has no past and no future, so I am only in the present."

"Okay, you should give me more confidence. Who am I? I am a scumbag, Wang Mengbusan, only I am scumbag, others have the share of others, so how can I scumbag me?"

Tang Ci was almost angry and laughed, "Are you still proud?"

Meng Busan: "I am a scumbag, I am proud."

Tang porcelain: "…”

He couldn't help but say, "Don't tease me here, hurry up and go out. The cake will be ready in a while. I'll make you another cup of black tea."

Meng Busan then turned around and prepared to swagger out.

“Three Three…”

Tang Ci suddenly called him.

The two of them had their backs to their backs. They clearly didn't see each other's expressions, but they seemed to understand the other's thoughts at the moment.

Meng Busan curled the corners of his mouth and said briskly: "Don't thank me too much."

After saying that, he left without looking back

Tang Ci looked at the butter flower on the cake, smiled gently, and whispered: "Thank you."

...

As soon as Meng Busan came out of the kitchen, he saw Lu Xiaomeng holding her arms and leaning against the wall and eavesdropping openly.

Lu Xiaomeng raised a finger, compared it at him, and signaled him to come out with him.

Meng Busan tilted his head and followed her with a smile.

The two of them stepped out of shadows and stood on the deck.

Lu Xiaomeng stared at Meng Busan, as if she wanted to ask something, but she didn't know how to speak.

Meng Busan said with a lazy look on his face: "Why... I'll start with you first?"

Lu Xiaomeng: "..."

Meng Busan smiled, "It's okay, Tang Ci's reaction is probably affected by that egg."

Lu Xiaomeng widened her eyes, "Do you know?"

Meng Busan laughed, "He was so obvious, how could I not know?"

"I am the most caring little cotton jacket."

Lu Xiaomeng made a pose that was about to vomit.

Meng Busan pursed his lips and smiled, "It's also your little cotton jacket. Look, I guess every thought."

Lu Xiaomeng waved her hand, "I don't want to be poor with you. You know that the egg of time will affect him, but you still have to give it to him?"

Meng Busan let out a breath and said with a relaxed expression: "The best way to defeat fear is to face fear. Come on, Oli!"

Lu Xiaomeng went crazy, "Get out of here! When is it still so fucking memes!"

Meng Busan laughed softly, "I'm training your psychological endurance, and I'm not wrong."

"The more you fear something, the more you need to hold it in your own hands to be insured."

Lu Xiaomeng: "Then you offend the City of Gods?"

Meng Busan: "What's so scary about that kind of thing? The more people the organization is, the more uncontrollable it is, and the more dangerous it is. Bai Yong had already sown the seeds of death for himself the moment he founded the City of Gods."

Lu Xiaomeng: "Don't go off topic for me, what does that egg of time do?"

Meng Busan held his pockets in his hands, looked out of the boat, and smiled and said, "It's what you think."

Lu Xiaomeng: "What am I thinking? I thought it was a machine that travels through time!"

"Ding Dong! I guessed it right."

Lu Xiaomeng was stunned, "What did I say?"

Meng Busan turned around and the wind blew his half-long hair.

His smile was bright, "I didn't know what that was at first, until Tang Ci's words leaked the truth. I think he might have traveled through time and space, and the memories he lost in time and space finally came back."

Lu Xiaomeng recalls Tang Ci's words.

She couldn't help asking, "Then why don't you want to know your future? He obviously wants to tell you."

Meng Busan: "My future?"

"Dear, I'll tell you what my future is."

He jumped onto the side of the boat, opened his arms to Lu Xiaomeng, faced the sea breeze and the sunshine, and said with great enthusiasm: "Only the present created by me with my own hands is my future!"

He said to Lu Xiaomeng with a seductive voice: "The future he talks about is actually just the past. Have you figured it out?"

Lu Xiaomeng: "..."

If Tang Ci can really travel through time and space, then the future he has experienced is the past he has experienced.

Lu Xiaomeng stared at Meng Busan in shock.

Meng Busan smiled and said, "Look, you have figured out why I don't want to know, right?"

Lu Xiaomeng: "But..."

She struggled, "Don't you want to know why he was going back to the starting point?"

"In no mood……"

Meng Busan: "The past and the future have no meaning to me. I only exist in the present, and I am not me in other time and space."

Lu Xiaomeng's eyes were almost turning into mosquito-coiled eyes, "This is too philosophical."

She just wanted to survive in the infinite world, but accidentally took a philosophy class.

Meng Busan stretched his hands behind his head and combed his scattered hair into a bunch.

"Finally, I tell you, why don't I want to ask, because, obviously, at that time, I was dead."

Lu Xiaomeng:!!!

How much more shock he would have to scare her today!

"You, yes, what, what!"
Chapter completed!