Female president's private killer

The ghost seemed to like this startled game very much. After playing for a while, he took a break. When they were almost collapsed and were ready to start beating and pinching each other's necks, the light was on again, and the elevator reached the first floor safely and calmly.

Song Zijing and Miao Xiaochun rushed out crazily before the elevator door was fully opened. They rushed to the main road and stopped out of breath.

Well, this place with many cars and people is quite popular.

"Hey?" A BMW that looked very stylish stopped right in front of them: "Zijing? Why are you here? "

The old man in the car is very retro. Well, he's wearing a long shirt in blue, chicken feet, round sunglasses and a fairy face.

"Master!" As soon as song Zijing saw the old man, he couldn't help crying: "where have you been! I finally found you! I can't get through anyway! Sobbing... "

Taoist Wenquan touched three wisps of goatee on his chin and coughed twice: "Oh! Today, a friend invited me to see his Feng Shui. The place is far away, and the signal may not be good... But you look like this... What happened? "

Song Zijing didn't have time to introduce Miao Xiaochun. He began to talk about all his experiences since last night. Miao Xiaochun added and touched his chest with lingering fear. For some reason, he felt that Wenquan was a little hot.

"This girl is..."

"Oh! This is Miao Xiaochun, a model. " I don't know for what purpose, song Zijing didn't introduce their understanding process in detail.

Of course, Taoist Wen Quan seems not interested in this either. However, he seems to be interested in this model: "I think Miss Miao has a deep blessing. She doesn't look like a person who can provoke ghosts. How can she..."

Song Zijing couldn't help saying, "master, didn't you say that my life is hard and won't provoke such a thing?"

Taoist priest Wenquan, a fairy like figure, frowned solemnly: "I think there must be something strange in it. We'd better sit down and have a good talk. Just in time, have you had dinner?"

Two people who didn't eat much all day, but didn't remember it at all: "

"Don't worry." The Taoist priest Wenquan stopped his car and took them to several restaurants on the roadside. He seemed to be very sure of it. His skinny face took a hint of color: "with me, Wenquan can help you no matter what happens..." he originally meant Miao Xiaochun, but hurriedly added song Zijing: "let you turn bad luck into good luck! What can you do to me, little boy? When we have eaten vegetarian food, I'll open the altar! Take this kid! "

"That! That's great! " Song Zijing and Miao Xiaochun nodded desperately together, and then touched their chest together: "thank you, Taoist priest!"

"Come on, let's eat here." Taoist Wenquan pointed to a restaurant along the road: "the food tastes good. I often patronize it. I'll take you to have a taste today."

The remaining two looked up at the restaurant. The restaurant is called Bangkok color. It is a rare Thai restaurant. There are four black female sculptures standing at the door. It looks like

Both of them had no time to watch. Suddenly, they heard a loud cry with very nonstandard Chinese pronunciation: "Welcome!"

Two people: "

The four at the door are dark! It's not a dummy!

It's like a woman who climbed out of a coal pile after taking a bath for three days. She didn't move just now. Everyone thought it was a sculpture!

Song Zijing touched his beating heart and coughed twice.

Taoist Wenquan knew it was a familiar guest at first sight. He was not frightened at all. He smiled and touched his beard.

"I've long wanted to try Indian curry chicken! I didn't expect to meet you here! Brother song, let's eat here! " Miao Xiaochun's eyes were bright with fear.

Song Zijing certainly wouldn't have any opinion. The three went in together.

This "Bangkok color" is really unique. It is all Thai. The waiters are wearing ornaments that song Zijing has never seen before. The paint inside the house is very white, but people are very dark.

It's so interesting.

"Is there a private room?" Wenquan shook his beard and stopped a black girl.

The black girl who only saw teeth must have understood. She reached out politely, and then took the three people to the second floor.

The stairs here are narrow and steep. The Taoist priest Wenquan politely said that the lady please follow up and let song Zijing break up.

Taoist priest Wenquan, who has a fairy spirit, is thoughtful. He pinches his hands and looks up at the sky

Wenquan found out long ago that the stairs of this restaurant are so steep. In fact, it is intended to let people see the spring at the bottom of the skirt. It is rare to have a chance. Today

The opportunity is just right!

Miao Xiaochun didn't seem to notice the burning eyes behind her. The material curve was shaking gently with her steps, supporting her soft and slender waist and connecting her straight legs.

The private room is very big, very good, well decorated and well lit. It's a big waste for three people to eat.

"Quack, quack and quack..." the Indian woman in Indian clothes, holding a menu, said a lot of Indian words that song Zijing didn't understand.

Taoist Wenquan squinted and said, "just point to what you want to eat on the menu."

Miao Xiaochun hesitated and pointed to the curry chicken on the menu. The Indian woman nodded knowingly and went down.

Song Zijing angrily touched his nose. Ya, it turned out that everyone had a share.

He also runs a restaurant. In fact, he has high requirements for the taste of the food. He just hopes that the curry chicken in this restaurant will be delicious.

After a while, small plates were brought in.

"I happened to advertise curry before." Miao Xiaochun took a sip of water and explained in detail the materials and the allusions of Indian curry: "India is the ancestor of curry. Authentic Indian curry will be mixed with spices such as clove, fennel, coriander, mustard, turmeric powder and pepper. Due to the heavy materials and the fact that coconut milk is not used to reduce the spicy taste, the authentic Indian curry is strong and rich." She looked at the mess and didn't seem to turn her stomach at all: "I couldn't get used to this before, but later I got used to it... I don't know if brother song was used to it." Miao Xiaochun leaned against song Zijing and enthusiastically explained the things in the small plate to him

At this distance, song Zijing could smell the faint fragrance from Miao Xiaochun. He couldn't help leaning against her. The smell of the little beauty was much stronger than the dishes on the table.

And I'm not tired of eating

Well, I'll eat more when I go back later

"Miss Miao knows so much." While touching his beard, Taoist Wenquan echoed a few words. When listening to people, they should look directly at each other. In fact, this etiquette is very good.

Slender willow eyebrows, dark and clear eyes, straight nose, soft, full and delicate cherry lips, beautiful, smooth and smooth cheeks, and a pop-up pink face are just right... So charming

A real beauty... Song Zijing's luck

"Taoist priest makes fun of me..." Miao Xiaochun is very casual and coquettish. She knows that talking in a milk voice can give men an incomparable enjoyment. This is one of her special maces

It seems that this killer mace... Really works!

Song Zijing and Taoist priest Wenquan began to pay attention to her.

The door was suddenly pushed open and a small dining table was pushed in. Just now, the Indian woman took a plate of curry chicken and put it in front of Miao Xiaochun; He took another plate and put it in front of song Zijing; He took another plate and put it in front of Taoist Wenquan

He took another plate and put it on the seat next to the three.

Took another plate

Put it on the next seat

The three looked at each other.

Song Zijing couldn't help saying, "there are only three of us."

The Indian woman looked at him and said, "Gee, gee, gee."

"Who is this one for?"

"Jili... Quack!" The Indian woman impatiently pointed to the fourth seat, but all three could see clearly that the place where she pointed was empty!

Me, shit!

The hairs behind song Zijing suddenly stood up more than two feet high!

What the dead taxi driver said suddenly jumped out of his almost forgotten memory! Follow the dirt behind your back!

Elevator power failure!

Flash!

Indian woman!

Four meals for three!

This means that there's a fucking one sitting next to me?

The most irritating thing is that this Indian woman can't understand a word! Can't figure out whether it's her fault, or... Or

Just as song Zijing couldn't help looking at the empty seat opposite again!

The light in the private room!

Suddenly it's dark!

See you!

See your big head!

This scene is as like as two peas in the horror movie.

The electric light in the private room went dark for a second and suddenly began to flash! Not all bright! Not all black!

The Indian woman screamed and ran away!

Song Zijing felt a cold wind blowing, and he couldn't help shivering!

"It's probably a mistake." Taoist Wenquan's Fairy Spirit suddenly showed signs of disappearing. He forced himself to calm down and wiped his sweat.

Miao Xiaochun was not calm at all. He screamed. The whole man jumped into the arms of Taoist Wenquan. He was shaking like chaff, and the atmosphere was afraid to come out.

"Coming!" Song Zijing, with a stiff expression, even couldn't care to express his complaint about Miao Xiaochun's improper behavior: "here again..."

"When!" Before he finished his words, the private room door was suddenly opened by a strong force! This is a very rough and ferocious force!

When song Zijing heard the reputation, an Indian ah San with a thick sandalwood chain broke in! As soon as he came in, he danced up and down. He didn't know what ghost symbols he was drawing.

Suddenly, the lights returned to normal!

The private room was quiet, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Go!" Indian ah San glared at the three people in unskilled Chinese!

The three looked at each other.

"Go! Go! " Indian a San couldn't help saying that he waved his thick and long arm vigorously, and was stunned to drive the three out of the store all the way!

For some reason, the three were driven out of the door of "Bangkok flavor", but song Zijing really couldn't care to be angry. The noise of people and cars around him felt the warm air in the late summer, and the feeling of popularity spread all over the body. At that time, he relaxed a lot: "master! What the hell is going on? "

Taoist Wenquan held the little beauty in his arms with satisfaction and took a deep breath: "obviously, there is a ghost."

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