Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 69: Intrusion, Furniture City God of War? !
Fashion is a circle.

In Hong Kong in [-], dressing styles were already very fashionable, but most working women had not yet learned how to look more like a workplace beauty.

So at the dinner table, when Meng Fan was inquiring about the news, he couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

After sending Jian Meizhi home, Amin, who was taking a walk along the bay while enjoying the night breeze, asked two fatal questions:
"Is Meizhi pretty?"

"How does it compare to me?"

In this regard, Inspector Meng has his own solution: "Go home."

"What are you doing at home?"

Amin, who was enjoying the quiet atmosphere of the seaside, was puzzled and was successfully led away from the topic.

"Dry……"

The two young men ran wildly on the quiet coastal street. After a while, Meng Fan took the initiative to pick up the panting Amin and returned to the villa.

nine in the morning.

Meng Fan, who always had a good biological clock, opened his eyes and looked at Amin on his left side, who had his whole body curled up in his arms.

"Get up and have breakfast."

Listening to the voice, Amin's eyelids trembled, and the blush on his pretty face spread like water dizziness. He did not answer and continued to pretend not to hear.

"If this continues, all we can do is wait for lunch. I'll call someone to deliver the food."

Sensing that the quilt was about to be lifted, Amin buried her head in Meng Fan's arms although she did not open her eyes.

So, Meng Fan reluctantly got out of bed and collected some benefits for himself.

Considering that we had to go to the mall together today to buy other daily necessities, he didn't go overboard.

This time, it lasted another five or six hours.

After taking a shower, it was already evening.

At first, Meng Fan proposed to go shopping tomorrow, but Amin, who spent a few minutes putting on light makeup, refused to agree and insisted on going shopping.

Since she was so insistent, Meng Fan could only drive to the nearby commercial street on an empty stomach.

In this era, there is no such thing as adding milk caps, boba, etc. to milk tea.

Therefore, after arriving at the mall, the hungry Meng Fan did not order milk tea. He took Amin to a Chinese restaurant and ate three large bowls of pork ribs noodles before he calmed down a little.

"I want to buy a soymilk machine, a coffee machine, coffee beans, a refrigerator, and clothes for the two of us..."

amazing.

After sleeping for so long, Amin was still complaining that he was tired. When he came to the street, he seemed to be resurrected with full blood. He ate some noodles, took out a small notebook and started sketching.

Especially when it came to clothes, his eyes couldn't help but turn to Meng Fan, who was eating noodles with a big mouthful of noodles, and his voice revealed longing: "Let's go to a wedding dress shop later, okay?"

"Of course." Meng Fan replied cheerfully.

After it has developed to this point, it is time to consider the follow-up. If nothing else happens, life is just such an experience, so he is also looking forward to it.

The lights are on.

Rows of buildings form a light show, and the small colorful light bulbs hanging in the mall for decoration all light up.

Meng Fan was carrying a crossbody bag, and Amin was hugging him tightly.

Meng Fan couldn't say how beautiful he was.

But Amin was absolutely beautiful. Many men, old and young, would pass by and look at her secretly. He stood nearby and noticed many envious looks.

"welcome."

"What do you two want to see?"

There are gold counters on each floor of the mall. Amin, who originally had a lot of things to buy and wanted to see wedding dresses, couldn't hold back as soon as he entered the door and walked towards this side while holding Meng Fan's hand.

"Let's see for ourselves first. I'll trouble you if necessary."

Hearing this, the shopping guide girl left with a smile.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the two of them have a strong willingness to consume and have a financial foundation.

"This looks good, why don't you try it?"

"The shape is quite unique, let's take it out and take a look."

Meng Fan enthusiastically helped with the selection at first, but gradually he realized that he had no say in this aspect, so he just followed behind and helped check out and carry bags.Not long after, Amin took a fancy to an exquisite phoenix hairpin, raised his eyes and asked: "If there is a wedding, will it be a Western style or a Chinese style? Will Daoist Zhong not like Western wedding dresses?"

"Master is not that rigid. This is a matter between the two of us. He will only be there to bless."

Meng Fan smiled and said: "As for me, anything is fine. If you like both, you can get engaged in a Western style, get married in a Chinese style, or vice versa."

Although it is too early to discuss this now, the relationship between the two took a further step last night and they must be particularly concerned about related aspects.

"Miss, take this out..."

Amin had a smile on his face.

But before he finished speaking, a dark figure fell from the sky.

boom!
Amidst the loud noise, rows of gold counters shattered.

Seeing the valuable jewelry scattered on the floor, the guests did not take advantage of the situation and ran outside for fear of being implicated.

Amin's smile froze, and she was frightened by something that suddenly fell, and huddled in Meng Fan's arms.

What's the situation?
Club fight?

What does it mean to choose a large shopping mall?
In fact, Meng Fan was also a little confused.

His eyes couldn't help but rise.

On the fourth floor, next to the Puma store, a man was being beaten by a group of thugs in suits. The thugs were holding baseball bats and flashing left and right, looking extremely vicious.

The man was wearing a yellow-green robe, and his face could not be seen clearly, but he was extremely agile. He could use clothes racks, chairs, glass counters, and everything as sitting weapons, and he could defeat many with one enemy without losing.

At this time, a woman wearing a denim halter top hurried over. She was so panicked that she accidentally tripped over the debris on the ground, and the briefcase she was holding tightly in her hand flew out.

impartial.

It happened to fall at Meng Fan's feet. Amin, who had regained consciousness, was curious and subconsciously picked it up from the ground.

"Give it to me now."

The fallen woman hurriedly got up and rushed to the two of them. Just as she was about to take away the briefcase, two men in white suits got off the elevator with a murderous look, shouting: "Don't run!"

"Kill her!"

Salena grabbed the briefcase and prepared to continue running forward, but as soon as she took a step forward, she found that her way was blocked by another group of people.

Suddenly, his face turned pale.

At the same time, the two groups of people in front of and behind him couldn't help but laugh ferociously, almost having the words "I am a villain" carved on their faces.

"Brother Fan..."

Amin's voice sounded.

Meng Fan withdrew his gaze from Salena's face, and he had another name in his mind:
Goddess, Brigitte Lin.

A shopping mall, a man who is good at fighting and using furniture, a thug in a suit, a document bag...

Before he could speak, the gangster at the head rushed over. Salena couldn't help but close her eyes and protect the document, preparing to resist.

Suddenly, gunshots rang out.

"police."

"Kneel down."

"Kneel down in a row, put your hands on your head, raise it above your head, and place it where I can see it."

The cold shouts made by men and women at the same time were mixed with the wails of thugs.

Salena slowly opened her eyes, and she saw the couple standing in the middle of the gold counter, both of them pulling out their pistols.

The thug from the Zhu Group who rushed over covered his calf and rolled on the ground, while the others froze in place, not daring to move.

Meng Fan, who easily controlled the situation, raised his eyes again. He saw a square-faced man with a blood-stained face and a trademark big nose.

It’s you, Uncle Long!
No...it should be called Chen Jiaju.

　I originally thought about doing a new police story, "Azu, put down the gun, Jackie Chan is outside", but after thinking about it, the story took place around the millennium, PHS and online gun battle games were available, so it was not suitable, and the police The story is very suitable, set in the early 80s, and Chen Jiaju, played by Uncle Long, is a tragic character who is wanted by his own people and can only clear his grievances alone.

　　If you feel wronged, you can definitely come to the ghost-catching unit. The department happens to be short of people. The protagonist must trust him, and it is also quite interesting. The Dasha + Uncle Long + fantasy theme is also innovative, at least I haven't seen it, hehe.

　　
　
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