Immediately, the theater manager called the security guard.

And the horse takes pictures of the lines and sends them to his boss.
After Goethe finished writing, he directly returned the writing brush to the other party, said hello to Zuote, pulled up the female swordsman and left.
Go out of the cinema and sneak into the crowd.
The female swordsman looked moved.
Goethe, you don’t have to be like this.
"Although I will be a little ashamed, isn’t it a bit too big for a line of’ days’ to distract everyone?"
"Not worth it"
Female swordsmen say it’s not worth it, but the smile on her mouth is how to hide it.
Women.
That’s what you say.
Goethe knew this well.
So he didn’t have this problem.
But directly asked
"Do you know what I wrote?"
"What did you write?"
Looking at Goethe’s mysterious appearance, the female swordsman was also curious.
Goethe a failed to female swordsman ear bass said-
"The world is bitter, only you are strawberry."
The female swordsman froze.
She wait for a while in situ face moved can no longer restrain.
Even the eyes are red.
The female swordsman is almost out of control, hugging Goethe and kissing Goethe.
Women.
It’s so emotional
Goethe enjoyed the temperature of the female swordsman, but his heart sighed.
Just as Goethe was about to hold on tight, the female swordsman suddenly gave up and turned around and ran back to the cinema.
Two minutes later, the female swordsman came back.
Holding that piece of Goethe in his hand, he wrote the curtain of that sentence.
"Did you tear it down?"
Goethe looked surprised.
"hmm!"
"I took it apart!"
"We paid for this thing. It’s naturally us."