Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 584 Rose Festival 13
Yang Duanduan ate on the sixth floor.

When He Xiaoman and the others couldn't find it and finally decided to sacrifice to the hungry Wuzang Temple first, they discovered that there is a saying in the world: There is nowhere to find it if you step through iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

The ancients are not deceived by me.

When he saw Yang Duanduan ordered a western meal and was eating comfortably, He Xiaoman finally found a look of shock on Su Xiangyun's face.

Beside the floor-to-ceiling windows under the scorching sun and clear sky, Yang Duan raised one hand to face out of the window, as if he was looking at the bloody sunlight shining through the gaps between his fingers.

She had a calm smile on her face.

When he saw He Xiaoman and the others, the smile on Yang Duanduan's face froze for a moment and then returned to normal.

"It's you guys. The steak here is not bad. The medium-rare taste is very good. Do you want to try it?"

She should have been here for a while, because there is a tiramisu in front of Yang Duanduan at the moment, and the desserts are served, and the meal is basically coming to an end.

"Does she really like her left hand? I saw it several times yesterday." Wei Yunfang whispered.

He Xiaoman found that Yang Duanduan's hands were very similar to hers, slightly fat, with long and curled fingers. When the five fingers were put together, the flesh perfectly filled the gaps between the phalanges. The noon sun shone on it, making it blood red.

Seemingly seeing He Xiaoman's scrutinizing gaze, Yang Duanduan said coquettishly, "Look, the sun has proved that we humans are indeed made of flesh and blood."

She spread her fingers apart, and the sun immediately shone through the gap, her fingers were still warm and white, no longer bloody.

I don't know if it's because she's not very used to Western food, but He Xiaoman felt that the half-rare steak that was cut into pieces was shocking, so she asked the waiter to bring her a Chinese set meal.

You can only choose Chinese or Western style for lunch, all of which are arranged set meals, and the hotel does not accept additional orders.

This place is very weird, there is a feeling that there is money and no place to spend it, not to mention that everyone has no money.

The Chinese food also looks good, four dishes and one soup: garlic broccoli, three delicacies stewed eggs, sweet and sour pork ribs, spinach and peanuts, West Lake beef soup, plus a small bowl of rice.

The taste can't be said to be good, but it's definitely not bad.

Just looking at the dewy rose on the dinner plate, He Xiaoman really couldn't eat.

She felt that if anyone dared to buy roses for herself again in this life, she would use that bunch of flowers to cut the face of the person who gave them flowers into spring.

Several people were sitting next to Yang Duanduan, Jiang Mingyan looked at Yang Duanduan cautiously and said, "We went to inquire about your room and wanted to comfort you, but in vain, we didn't expect to meet you in the restaurant instead."

Yang Duanduan was surprised: "Comfort? Me?"

She pointed to her nose with a slightly sensual hand: "Why do you want to comfort me?"

"Don't you know? The dwarf... who gave you flowers yesterday is dead."

With a "clang", the fork in Yang Duanduan's other hand fell directly on the table, causing many people around to look back.

The fork almost poked the untouched tiramisu to the ground. Yang Duan hurriedly held the plate and asked in astonishment, "Is...really? Are you kidding me?"

"Human life is at stake, aren't we just kidding about this when we're full?" Wei Yunfang was a little unhappy.

"Oh, don't be angry, that's not what they mean, it's just too sudden, obviously last night was fine, how can you say you're dead?"

Yang Duanduan sighed: "I even took his flowers."

He Xiaoman saw her eyes wandering to look at his left hand.

"Oh, Duan Duan, your hand..."

He Xiaoman suddenly yelled in a fuss, Yang Duanduan's face suddenly turned pale, and suddenly raised his left hand to look left and right: "What's wrong with my hand...my...hand?"

She stared at He Xiaoman fiercely.

Because her hands are in good shape, nothing, white, tender, slender and sensual, her nails are neatly trimmed, coated with transparent nail polish, and there is a dazzling rhinestone attached to the crescent of each finger.

"Your hands are so beautiful. I'm a handicap. When I see other people's beautiful hands, I'm envious and jealous. Look at this hand. This is the legendary 'hands are like catkins, skin is like cream', hey, How happy it would be if it grew on me!"

He Xiaoman sighed "tsk tsk" while watching, it seemed that both eyeballs were stuck to Yang Duanduan's hand, and he didn't see her sudden cold eyes just now.

"Oh, you surprised me. I thought the Austrian diamonds inlaid on my hand fell off again. You must know that these Austrian diamonds are custom-made. A manicure cost me more than 1000 yuan."

Everyone was laughing and laughing, saying that Yang Duanduan spent money to hire an ancestor for himself.

In the afternoon, we continued to visit the beautiful scenery of the town.

Another uninvited Yang Duanduan was added to the team.

He Xiaoman originally thought that even if Yang Duanduan was not listed as a criminal suspect, he would at least be invited to interrogate and assist in the investigation, but in the end he just carried away Yan Binghuan's body and settled the matter hastily.

"It's probably because I'm afraid of affecting the holding of the Rose Festival. After all, this is a purely tourist town. If someone dies, it will definitely have a bad impact. Therefore, we should conduct a small-scale and targeted investigation first to avoid causing panic."

Yang Duanduan did not avoid this topic at all.

He even mentioned with a little regret that Yan Binghuan once proposed to her. In fact, Yan Binghuan’s family conditions are not bad. It's middle class.

After she finished speaking, she glanced at He Xiaoman regretfully, as if she thought she had missed a good relationship.

bitch.

Everyone could see that since He Xiaoman yelled that loud voice in the restaurant, Yang Duanduan began to dislike her, but he acted as if he was very secretive.

Several people are visiting a rose manor.

This kind of manor is very common in small towns, and they are all behind the frontage houses facing the street. The scales are different, the largest is about ten acres, and the smallest is about two acres.

The manor is also visited casually, and the hospitable host will also prepare rose scented tablets, rose tea, floral water and other drinks, and each visitor will receive a delicate rose sachet.

The manor provides some garlands, parasols, swings, deck chairs and other props for tourists to take pictures.

The flowers they grow are bought by those shops and used for various purposes.

He Xiaoman asked the flower farmer with a smile: "All your land is used to grow roses, how to solve the problem of food and drink?"

You can't really eat only roses for food and drink, right?
Not elves.

The little girl who served them tea smiled shyly and said, "There will be deliveries from other towns and villages, and it's not really isolated from the world."

(End of this chapter)