After marrying wrongly, I became the general's white moonlight

Chapter 119 Locked in the shop
Shopkeeper Zhang put away the bank notes, seeing that Yan Jingtian and the others had walked away, the smile on his face disappeared immediately, and changed into a sinister expression.

"Xiao Er, come here." Shopkeeper Zhang's voice was deep, and the shop's Xiao Er began to beat his heart.

Cautiously came to shopkeeper Zhang, nodded and bowed his head and said, "Shopkeeper, did you call me?"

There was a hint of sinisterness in Zhang Changgui's eyes, he looked up at the direction where Murong Qing and the others disappeared.

"You recognize that woman just now, go and find out the trace of this person for me, and report back to me if you have any news." Shopkeeper Zhang was full of hatred, and his face was always gloomy.

Hearing Zhang Zhang's words, the waiter in the shop felt that something was wrong, and he became suspicious, so he hesitated and stood where he was, and did not leave immediately.

"What are you waiting for, are you waiting for me to whip you?" Seeing that Xiaoer hadn't left for a long time, shopkeeper Zhang became angry.

"No, shopkeeper," the waiter looked nervous, as if he was trying to find out what the shopkeeper was thinking, "that woman is of high status, so I'm afraid it's not good?"

"In case they find out, then we can't afford to go around?"

Seeing that the waiter in the shop was so worried, shopkeeper Zhang showed a sinister smile on his lips.

"Don't worry, just check her whereabouts. Even if she is discovered, it's not a serious crime. You don't need to carry it. I will be responsible for everything."

Shopkeeper Zhang said so swearingly, the waiter had no choice but to turn around and leave.

After inquiring for a few days, shopkeeper Zhang had already grasped Murong Qing's whereabouts, and once again secretly called the waiter to his room.

"You said she will go to the bookstore in the east of the city these two days? Is the news reliable?"

"Reporting to the shopkeeper, the news is absolutely reliable."

Shopkeeper Zhang had a sinister smile on his face, and stood up from his chair: "Okay."

"Shopkeeper, what do you want to do?" The waiter saw Zhang standing up and went out, knowing that he must want to find trouble with Murong Qing, so he hurried forward a few steps, and followed behind out of the room .

Shopkeeper Zhang kept walking, but there was a creepy smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You don't have to worry about it, I have my own plan."

When the waiter in the store heard about it, he ran two steps quickly and blocked the shopkeeper Zhang in front of him.

"The shopkeeper can't do it," the waiter tried to persuade, "She is the shopkeeper of the general's wife. If you ask her, I'm afraid you will get yourself into trouble."

Shopkeeper Zhang patted the shop waiter on the shoulder, looking confident, but seemed to be comforting him.

"Don't worry too much about it," shopkeeper Zhang leaned closer to the waiter, and whispered a few words in his ear, "Don't worry, the person I'm looking for will never leave any trace."

"Hey, even if I get caught, I can stay out of it, just wait and see."

Shopkeeper Zhang's body disappeared outside the shop door, and the waiter saw that his persuasion was ineffective, and foresaw what might happen in the future, so he had to shake his head helplessly.

Murong Qing was still making intensive preparations for the past two days. Every morning after eating, he would go to the bookstore to read. After a few days, he became acquainted with the owner of the bookstore.

One day, Murong Qing picked up a collection of poems and was reading, when he looked up by chance, he found a strange face taking advantage of him.

But when he met his own gaze, that face suddenly hid from the door, and his brows were wrinkled at that moment, feeling a little suspicious in his heart.

As if someone is peeping at yourself?
But thinking about the fact that he didn't know that person, and that he hadn't made any enemies in this period of time, he became even more puzzled.

After much deliberation, he didn't come up with any results, so he shook his head.

"Forget it, forget it, the most important thing now is to read a few more books, and then I can barely cope with it. Other things are not important." Thinking of this, Murong Qing lowered his head again and continued to focus on his own eyes. Book.

There are people coming and going in the bookstore, there is an endless stream of people buying and reading books, and the store owner greets all customers with a smile.

The time has passed unknowingly, the sun has moved to the west, and wanting to see the sky getting late, the shop owner's stomach suddenly growled.

"Oh hello, this general's wife has been watching for so long." The shop owner touched his belly, and couldn't help but glance in the direction Murong Qing was walking.

Finding that Murong Qing didn't intend to get up and leave, the shop owner came out from behind the counter.

But the boss can never drive the guests away, so he can only think of an idea.

"Ma'am, you read the book here first, and help me look at the store by the way. I am so hungry that I can't hold it anymore. I have to go out and buy something to eat. I haven't eaten all day." Look sorry.

Murong Qing raised his head and heard what he said, but he didn't realize that he stayed in the store too late, which affected the boss's meal, so he replied: "It's okay, I just don't plan to leave now, so I can show you the store by the way." it is also fine."

The shop owner was full of gratitude, and walked out the door while talking: "Then there will be Mrs. Lao, I will go back as soon as I go."

After walking out of the bookstore, the shop owner locked the door and went to the restaurant on the street.

Once again, Murongqing immersed himself in the picture depicted in the poem, carefully understanding the emotions conveyed in the poem.

In the darkness, a group of men in black of unknown origin sprang out around the bookstore.

Seeing that the door was locked, the group of men in black quickly hugged a pile of dry firewood around the bookstore.

"ignition."

A man in black took out a torch, lit it on the dry wood, and the match burned.

"Hey, she can't run away now." A hint of sinisterness flashed in the eyes of the man in black, and he turned and left with a smirk.

The candles in the bookstore were brightly lit, and Murong Qing's beautiful figure was reflected on the window, like a picture of a beauty reading at night.

But just watching, Murong Qing was suddenly awakened by a strange smell of thick smoke.

Wrinkling her nose and inhaling twice, she realized that something was wrong: "The smell of smoke is getting stronger and stronger, it seems to be near here."

Thinking about it, she got up and wanted to check outside the door, but when she reached the door and pulled the door, she found that the door had been locked from the outside.

He pulled it in twice with all his strength, but the door did not move at all, so Murong Qing became a little anxious.

"Shopkeeper, please let me out!"

Seeing the thick smoke again, he judged that it was burning from the door, and Murong Qing's heart suddenly caught fire.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Come and open the door and let me out, it's on fire! Come on, someone!"

Murong Qing slammed on the door loudly.

But at this time, the store owner was in the restaurant, ordered a few small dishes and a bottle of wine, and ate and drank, feeling happy.

"What should I do... what should I do?" Murong Qing walked back and forth in the store anxiously like ants on a hot pot.

Thick smoke billowed in from the crack in the door.

(End of this chapter)