Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 67

Rolling her eyes, she readily drew a few more banknotes to give to her first love, "Thank you."

"Should be." To take money from others, of course you have to do things.

By the way, this little sister has a lot of money, so she spends so much money...

"Sister First Love, do you have extra shoes over there, can you lend me a pair? I'll buy them." She couldn't keep being hugged by Feng Beiting like this.

Even if she doesn't want face, the injuries on his body can't bear it.

Body: I ​​can take it!
Jiang Yimian: No!You can't take it!

First love glanced at her feet, and visually judged that those white and tender feet were two sizes smaller than her own, "There are disposable slippers."

"can!"

"Are you coming in with me?" The first love's words were spoken to Feng Beiting.

Mr. Feng chuckled, and casually took out another dollar bill from Jiang Yimian's wallet and handed it to his first love, "Give it out."

"Ok."

"Hey!" Miss Jiang felt distressed.

That's her money...

"I compensate you."

"Hey, how dare I really ask you to pay for it." He accompanied her out to find someone even though she was injured, and even served as a mount for free for so long.

Who knows, Feng Beiting insisted, "We must pay."

You can accompany me in any way, even for a few nights.

Jiang Yimian didn't understand his puns, and waited eagerly for his first love to deliver the shoes, thinking that he would finally not have to hang on Feng Beiting like a koala.

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Putting on her shoes, Miss Jiang smiled.

It feels so good to be down to earth…

When she walked into that casino, the security guard at the gate looked at her twice, with a flash of surprise in her eyes.

Miss Jiang walked in generously, without any embarrassment or shyness.

Su Fu watched from a distance with the binoculars, and couldn't help sighing in his heart: With such a strong psychological quality, he probably won't be too collapsed even if he knows what kind of urine their fourth young master is.

Compared with such a good thing as Su Fu, Prison Temple is much more indifferent.

Still using the mobile phone to scan anime, without saying a word.

Su Fu glanced curiously, and was attracted by a two-dimensional handsome man on the screen, "Hey...the style of painting is not bad..."

Prison Temple nodded.

"Is the little girl next to him his CP?"

He nodded again.

"Officially certified?"

Nod again.

"Can't tell, Yuji, you also like to watch girls' anime." In his impression, all he watched before were otaku's hot-blooded anime.

After a few seconds of silence, the prison temple slowly pointed the handsome man on the screen with his finger...

Knife in hand.

"The ultimate move released by this knife is very powerful." He said without emotion.

"..."

Su Fu supported his forehead.

It's her fault, she shouldn't have expected from a steel otaku.

*
Compared with the previous two bars, this casino is much quieter.

Although there were many people, at least those nightclub songs were not played, and it was relatively clean.

It used to be a dance hall. Later, with the development of the times, the Mexican band wearing yellow ribbons got tired of playing low-pitched and artificial rumba music, so the "dance hall" was gradually replaced, and this place was rented out. casino.

The place is still beautiful, but instead of the calm old-school dance moves, there are all kinds of chips.

No gleaming chrome, no indirect lighting behind the horned cornice, no fused glass paintings, no chairs made of purple leather and polished metal tubing, the familiar stuff of a pseudo-modernist circus like a typical Hollywood nightlife spot Not at all.

The bright lights in the venue come from heavy crystal chandeliers.

Under the light, Riemann is talking and laughing with several men, his gorgeous hair is shining

She wore a low-slit gown in dark green chiffon, which was far too dressy for the occasion.

The emerald earrings hung from the ears, falling almost to the shoulders and being buried by soft feather decorations.

She turned around like a beauty trying on an evening gown, her fluttering feathers leaving a dizzying scent of perfume.

Despite his airs, he started off with a cheap-hotel accent.

When Jiang Yimian and Feng Beiting walked over, they happened to hear her hinting that one of the men would buy her a designer bag.

"Hello, is this Miss Riemann?" Jiang Yimian looked at her sweetly and smiled, very well-behaved.

Riemann looked at her twice, with doubts in his eyes, "You are..."

"My name is Jiang Yimian. I came to see you this time because I want to ask you about someone."

"Who?" She took a cigarette from her handbag and lit it.

"Liang Xi."

Riemann's fingertips trembled slightly, and the ash fell silently.

"...I don't know." She cleared her throat, trying not to let the surprise show in her voice.

His eyes flickered slightly, and Jiang Yimian showed her the photo unwillingly, "It's this girl, are you sure you haven't seen her?"

Riemann took a puff of the cigarette, and spit out the lazy smoke contemptuously at Jiang Yimian, followed by an unhurried and indifferent voice, as calm as a banker talking, "Never, seen, ever."

Jiang Yimian thought, this girl's disguise is excellent in every way, except for her face which looks like a clean-shaven bone.

It seemed she was nervous.

"Excuse me." Jiang Yimian didn't expose her lie.

Although she didn't know why Riemann lied.

Watching the backs of Feng Beiting and Jiang Yimian leaving, Riemann breathed a sigh of relief and exhaled a puff of gray-white smoke upwards, watching it float to the ceiling, disperse and turn into strands, which could be distinguished from the air at first, and then melted into the air. Nothing can be seen in the air.

The lazy air blowing in, mixed with the lingering smell of tobacco and alcohol, stimulated the gamblers to become more and more competitive.

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"She's lying." These were the first words Feng Beiting said after walking out of the casino.

"uh-huh."

"Why don't you expose her?"

"It will startle the snake."

From the surface alone, Riemann is a money worshiper.

But such a person who is extremely eager for money didn't take advantage of Liang Xi's whereabouts to open his mouth just now, it can only show that there is some reason why she can't speak.

If she presses her to ask at this time, maybe what will happen.

In case Riemann ran away at night or was silenced by some secret organization, she would be a sinner.

Master has been investigating the whereabouts of Sister Liang Xi for so many years, and finally got some clues, so I can't get lost.

"Let's go, go home first." She had to tell Master, and then ask him to contact the police. It would be best for them to detain Riemann under the name of "black household", and then interrogate him slowly.

The word "go home" pleased Feng Beiting to a great extent.

He bent his lips, resisting the urge to hold her hand.

The two of them walked towards the parking lot, during which Jiang Yimian called Liang Qiu, and was inevitably scolded by the other party.

"Didn't I say I won't let you get involved!"

"It's becoming more and more disobedient!"

"It's dangerous for you to go to that kind of place alone! Let your mother know that she will drown me in formalin!"

Picking out her ears, Jiang Yimian pursed her lips helplessly, "Master, how much formalin is needed to completely soak you, it's shameful to waste."

"you……"

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay." After the slap, Jiang Yimian slapped another sweet jujube with his backhand, "Master, don't worry, I came here with my friends, and I'm going to go back now, you should contact the police immediately to take action." , it’s sooner rather than later.”

"Friend? What friend?!"

"When you come back to introduce you to each other, my mobile phone is almost out of battery."

After the words fell, Jiang Yimian hung up the phone before Liang Qiu could respond.

Feng Beiting walked next to her, glanced at it inadvertently, and it showed that the remaining battery was 99%.

Ok……

This ability to tell nonsense with open eyes is about to catch up with him.

Putting away the phone, Jiang Yimian turned to look at Feng Beiting, "Why don't you ask me who I'm looking for?"

"It's not necessary, so I didn't ask."

"Ok?"

"No matter who you are looking for or why, I will do my best to help you. In this case, it is meaningless to ask or not to ask."

"Hmm..." Jiang Yimian nodded thoughtfully, because of Feng Beiting's answer, the light in his eyes shone faintly.

This is what her imaginary good friend should look like.

She raised her eyes and looked up at the stars in the night sky.

This night, the moon is closed.

"Liang Xi...is my master's daughter who disappeared when she was 18..."

What the police eventually tracked down was that she had been taken to Vietnam by a large human-trafficking organization.

Liang Qiu first went to Vietnam, and it took him a long time to collect some clues.

The girls who were kidnapped and trafficked in the same batch as Liang Xi were sold all over the world. Since then, every time Liang Qiu got any clues, he would rush to investigate. In a few years, his footprints have spread all over many countries.

Unfortunately, Liang Xi's whereabouts have not been found.

Now that she finally got a clue, Jiang Yimian decided not to return to China for the time being, she wanted to stay and accompany her master to find Liang Xi.

Believe--

Parents will understand her.

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　　ps: The title is not a typo~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)