Chapter 159： (1/2)

He An noticed, mostly with young faces.

Maybe there was a new drama starring traffic stars in the film and television city, which attracted a wave of stars.

He An came to the stall selling arts and crafts, and lowered his head and picked a small peach-red sachet, the core of which was filled with mint and mugwort. The price was twelve yuan. He paid, tied the sachet to his wrist, and planned to go home with a lily of the valley-today there are many people, so I won't go anywhere else.

But at this moment, the person next to him suddenly pulled his arm.

He An turned his head to look, the other was a short-haired girl, in her twenties, wearing a denim strap skirt, licking her teeth at the tip of her tongue, her jaw slightly raised, and squinting at him with oblique eyes, her expression was quite bad.

"What's wrong?" He An was confused.

The girl neither spoke nor let go, but grabbed He An's clothes tighter.

She pulled out a mobile phone from her skirt pocket, swiped her thumb, unlocked the screen, and repeatedly compared to He An's face, with a very arrogant attitude, like the police checking the criminal's documents. Then she dialed out and put the phone to her ear:

"Hey, people have caught it, not in that inn, in the Mill Square, and let the big troops come over-don't ask, I, sure, sure."

When she spoke, she deliberately turned up the volume, trying to attract attention around her.

Sure enough, the words just fell, the market's eyes turned in turn, and at the same time focused on He An, suspicious and scornful, accompanied by whispering from light to loud.

He An didn't understand her meaning at all, but also realized that the situation was a little bad.

He embraced Lily of the Valley and for a moment couldn't break the pull, he shouted, "I don't know you, please let go!"

"father……"

Suzuran was scared, and the beautiful paper windmill did not dare to shake. The baby took a look in her arms, holding her tightly, her expression a little panicked, and a little aggrieved.

The town of Luojiu is not big, and the telephone number of the ventilated letter was called within two minutes. Dozens of people flocked to the Mill Square from all directions one after another. In addition to the original market, He Anwu was surrounded by water.

Most of the visitors were young Omega and Beta, both male and female, and their common points were thorny eyes and hostility.

They held up their phones, pointed their cameras at He An and Lily of the Valley, and flashed lights one after another. Passers-by did not know the situation, and asked them what they were doing. They didn't explain it, only two words were thrown: "Catch three."

"But he has children," the passerby said.