The West Wind is a song that leaves people mourning

Chapter 119 Someone Stolen My Items

Chapter 119 Someone Stolen My Items

Murong Qianrui has phoenix eyes, a tall and slender nose bridge, red lips and white teeth, and a full and smooth jaw line. She is a gorgeous, flamboyant, aggressive, and extremely charming beauty.

And she is lively by nature, and there is always a kind of vitality in her gestures and gestures. Compared with other beauties, her temperament is more agile, so that she does not need to be modified, just like the light shining through the clouds, attracting people's attention at once.

Therefore, even though she deliberately changed out of her unique foreign skirt today and only wore the usual elegant rice-white jacket skirt, it still attracted the attention of passers-by.

Because of the newspaper matter, Ah Xiang was afraid that some bad words would reach her ears and spoil Murong Qian's interest, so she was always on guard.

She picked up a handful of spinach, which happened to be full of the vegetable basket, and brought it to Murong Qian, saying, "Miss, you see we have almost bought all the ingredients, let's go back soon!"

"Let me have a look." Murong Qian turned her eyes away from where, she pulled the vegetable basket and said, "Brother likes coriander the most, and I haven't picked it yet!"

It's impossible to pick this... Ah Xiang smiled helplessly.

But this vegetable market is really crowded, Ah Xiang didn't want to take her to pick it slowly, it happened that there was a tea shed next to her, so she packed it, and asked Murong Qian to sit and rest and wait for her to come back.

When Ah Xiang left, she scolded and drove away a few idlers who had surrounded him, and gave the owner of the tea shed a few silver dollars, telling him to watch carefully, and then left with Murong Qian's requests for pickling coriander.

The owner of the tea shed got so much money, so he naturally worked hard and was familiar with the land. He quickly drove away those idlers outside, and turned back to make tea inside.

He was busy on the stove, when he suddenly heard noises coming from the entrance, he raised his head and was about to chase away people, when he saw two patrolmen came in.

He came out with a look of embarrassment, looked at the corner where Gu Luwan was sitting, and said apologetically, "What a coincidence, the shed is rented out today, so I can only ask the two masters to drink tea in another place."

As he spoke, he handed out two silver dollars in his hand.

It is really unheard of to rest in a tea shed in the vegetable market.

The two patrolmen followed the boss' gaze and looked towards the corner. The pillar standing there blocked most of Murong Qian's figure, and they could only catch a glimpse of an elegant figure.

Like them patrolling the streets all day, although they often receive some filial piety, they are different from those who sit in offices and look above their heads.

As the bottom of the police station, they have a very keen sense of smell, knowing who they can mess with and who they can't afford.

At this moment, the boss is very attentive, and they are considered to have stepped down. They are about to collect the money and leave when they suddenly hear the woman sitting inside speak.

"Brother policemen are working hard, the boss greets them with a bowl of tea, and it will be counted on my account."

Both parties were interested, the boss heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly nodded and bowed to ask the meaning of the two patrolmen.

The two patrolmen looked at each other, and they both knew that the more friendly the person on the surface, the less easy it is to provoke. Knowing that they had encountered a difficult problem, the two understood immediately, thanked them and sat down at the entrance.

In this way, he has accepted the love, and the posture is not too low, and the face is counted.

Murong Qian was sitting inside playing with the teacup, listening to the two whispering outside.

One of them said with emotion first, "I really didn't expect that Dai Quan, an unknown elder, could secure the position of leader of the Qinglong Gang in such a short time."

Another voice said mysteriously, "You know that old man who has been looking for trouble with gangsters on the street for the past few months, right?"

The voice who spoke first said, "I know! I heard that one night, a blind man robbed his granddaughter-in-law."

The voice that pretended to be mysterious was lowered, "The day he appeared was when Chief Liu was killed, and now the gossip is spreading, it's him..."

"Just talk!" The patrolman who spoke first laughed, "An uncle can sneak into the Qinglong Gang, kill Boss Liu quietly, and get out of the way."

The patrolman, who always pretended to be mysterious, was unconvinced and cursed a few words.

In the end, the two of them took a look at where Murong Qian was sitting, they didn't want to cause any trouble, so they quickly drank tea and pushed away.

Not long after the two left, another boy in his early ten years came in at the door.

The young man was wearing a torn padded jacket, looked weak and hadn't eaten for several days, and stretched out his hands to beg for food.

The owner of the tea shed was not as polite as the patrolman to this little beggar-like boy, he raised his hand and yelled, "Go, go, go, what do you think this is!"

"Boss." Murong Qian called out, and the boss hurriedly smiled and turned towards Murong Qian, asking attentively, "What's your order, miss?"

Murong Qian said, "I can't finish the snacks on the table, you can let him come over to eat!"

The owner of the tea shed said that it was messy and rough, but in the end it was not worth the money, so he could only say "Miss is really kind", and then went back to the stove to work.

The boy rushed to Murong Qian's table, grabbed the snacks on the table and stuffed them into his mouth, as if he hadn't eaten for ten and a half months.

Murong Qian poured a cup of tea and put it in front of him, and said, "It's all yours, don't choke."

The boy nodded, but his hands and mouth kept moving. The tea shed owner glanced at them, shook his head, and said nothing.

The boy kept eating, but his eyes were sly, watching the movement of the tea shed owner.

Seeing that he finally stopped staring at them, the young man poured down the tea, swallowed the whole thing in his mouth, and called out "Sister Qian" in a low voice.

The boy's eyes were shining brightly, waiting for the praise with a touch of excitement.

Murong Qian nodded affirmatively to him first, glanced at the direction of the stove, and then settled the score with him, "Didn't I let you go back long ago? Why are you still here, and you still make a fuss about Skinny Monkey saying that you must see me in person."

"Our goods have been robbed." The young man said with righteous indignation, seeing Murong Qianqian was slightly surprised, he added, "It is the goods we were eyeing, and they were snatched up first."

There is such a thing... Murong Qian frowned slightly, and asked, "Who?"

The boy replied angrily, "People from the Nangong family."

Nangong lives in the southwest, and the generations of ancestors have been in the tobacco and soil business. They are very lucky, and I haven't heard that they are short of money in recent years!How could you come up with the idea of ​​arms business?
Murong Qian frowned even tighter, and was a little confused for a while.

Apart from being angry about what happened, the young man was also anxious. He urged, "Sister Qian, how long are you going to stay in Haicheng! Everyone is waiting for you to go back and make up your mind?"

The tea shed is in the middle of the T-shaped street, small or small, but Murong Qian sits in a very good position, it is difficult to see her whole picture from outside the tea shed, but she can see the long street outside through a small hole half the size of a palm .

This will be seen through the small hole, and she can see Ah Xiang returning with a basket full of vegetables, the soft and tender coriander piled up so much that the cabbage can't fit.

"I'm not going back." Seeing Axiang approaching a little bit, she said quickly, "Let Jiang Shui handle this matter, and let him get a good feel for the bottom of Nangong's family."

What can Brother Jiang Shui do... When the young man heard that Murong Qian would not go back, he became anxious.

However, he opened his mouth several times, but was interrupted by Murong Qian's urging voice, and finally saw Ah Xiang stepping into the teahouse, he had no choice but to follow the snacks on the table and run away.

(End of this chapter)

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