I heard that I'm a tomb robber

Mei Qian laid herself down on the bed, and the relaxation on her face was completely gone from the conversation just now.

At this time, Ning Chi came down from the terrace holding his mobile phone, and said as soon as he entered the door: "Brother, Maomao called to complain, saying that you refused to answer her..."

Before he finished speaking, Mei Qian interrupted him by raising his hand.

In front of Ning Chi, Mei Qian dialed Maomao's number.

"Hello? Oh, I pressed the wrong button. I wanted to call you back, but then Zhang Yu called again. Didn't I just put down the phone!"

"Receive the award? Still thinking about it, you don't need to come over, the script is sold? You should still be busy with this matter! If I want to go abroad, there is a direct flight from Jinling to Uzbekistan, so I'll just leave here..."

"Miss Boss? Pretty? Didn't notice...the photo? What photo?"

From the beginning to the end, Mei Qian's voice did not change, it was very gentle.

But after hanging up the phone, he gritted his teeth and opened Ning Chi's circle of friends, and finally found a photo.

The photo is obviously a candid shot. It shows that someone like Mei is holding a red wine glass and drinking with a charming beauty. I don’t know if there is a problem with the angle. It is obviously a very ordinary social scene, but it is reflected in the photo. His smiling face was extremely gentle, and the proprietress on the opposite side was also full of laughter, as if she was giving a glance...

"Good guy!" Mei Qian was furious, and wanted to find Ning Chi to settle the score, only to find out that the other party had walked away when he dialed the number.

But at this moment, Mei Qian is not in the mood to teach the younger brother a lesson.

A running monk can't run away from the temple, but he can endure him.

After thinking about it, he simply muted his phone and lay back on the bed.

He feels a little tired, anyway, he is too lazy to say a word now...

Mei Qian is not someone who is short of money, the reason why he chose this homestay instead of going to the hotel was because he spent a long time choosing it.

Perhaps, the rooms here are not big, not as comfortable as a hotel, and the supporting facilities are not complete.

But what he likes is the warm and very personal decoration here, as well as the delicious food that is often mentioned in the reviews.

Yes, the chefs here can only cook some local home-cooked dishes, which are definitely not as diverse as the hotel dishes, let alone have the exquisite craftsmanship of the chefs, but they are more smokey than those exquisite dishes, and it is precisely because of this feature, Booking this homestay is super difficult.

To be honest, the local dishes in Hangzhou are not very appetizing.But the proprietress is really nice, Mei Qian is happy to stay here, and doesn't bother to change places.

It was time for dinner again, and the proprietress personally brought the dishes and red wine for the honored guests.

According to her past habits, she would mostly sit next to Mei Qian, have a drink and chat together.

It's the same today, but as soon as she took her seat, she noticed that there was something wrong with Mei Qian's expression beside her. She followed the other person's line of sight, couldn't help smiling, and asked, "Xiao Ning looks very energetic during the day, what's wrong now?" I'm wilted, is there any discomfort?"

Ning Chi on the opposite side lowered his head and said nothing.

It was Mei Qian who explained for him with a smile: "It's okay, I accidentally fell while walking just now, the young man is thick-skinned and in good health, he has already applied safflower oil, and the pain will be gone in a while, right?" The last two words, But it was directed at the opposite side.

Ning Chi unconsciously reached out his hand to cover the corner of his blue mouth, and only hummed twice...

Except for Ning Chi, no one connected the phenomenon of the West Lake dragon absorbing water with Mei Qian, or the "White Snake" he narrated, because no matter how you listened to it, it was too unreliable.

As for the fact that a few mysterious videos were briefly circulated on the Internet, few people remembered it, even Mei Qian didn't know about it.

In the next two days, the announcement that there was an extra celebrity PC on the hot search was pushed to the headlines, completely suppressing the news that Mei Qian won the award.The news of the rare dragon absorbing water in West Lake has long since disappeared.

Seeing this, Mei Qian couldn't help but quietly heaved a sigh of relief, the initial worry had completely disappeared.

When she first saw the waterspout, Mei Qian really thought it was the system.

But after such a long time, there was no news of anything wrong, and everything seemed to be safe and sound.

Mei Qian felt that she was completely paranoid, but just happened to encounter a rare spectacle.

After that, I stopped paying attention to the matter of doing water in the West Lake.

He has been waiting for news from Zhang Yu's side, but the matter may be really complicated. After such a long time, there is no feedback from the other end.

But in the evening, an anonymous text message caught his attention.

The content of the text message was very simple. The other party claimed to be his fanatical fan and asked him to meet tonight. Below was a list of addresses.

Even if it wasn't a great writer like Mei Qian, any ordinary person would only treat such an inexplicable message as a scam text message.

However, when Mei Qian saw the crabapple flowers added at the end, she fell into deep thought.

He didn't mention this matter to Ning Chi, but waited until early morning, quietly put on a hoodie, and jumped out from the window of the room on the second floor.

Afterwards, he crossed the streets and alleys, made a big circle, and after confirming that no one was following him, he returned to the lake.

In modern cities, the beginning or end of nightlife has little to do with the time of day.

Mei Qian passed by several small vendors who were cleaning up the mess, looked around, and found a bench to sit on.

After waiting for a long time, someone sat down beside him.

"Sneaky, I guessed it was you..." Without turning her head at all, Mei Qian kept her gaze on the lake, but she accurately stated the person's identity...