"An Canmo, I have a small request." Motata said with a pout.

"Well, it's okay. Just tell me. I'll help you as much as I can."

"You can definitely help." Motata looked happy, "Well... I'm going to participate in a cooking competition next Monday, but I can't even make instant noodles. Can you practice with me?

God, then I will have confidence. Is that okay?"

"I have to think about it..." An Canmo frowned.

"Hey...what's there to consider about this kind of thing? Just agree to it, okay?"

"Okay, I promise you." An Canmo smiled gently, like the purest white sunshine.

"Hmm, that's it then. Thank you for the Doraemon you gave me. It's getting late, so I'll go back to school first?"

"I'll give it to you."

"Hey, no need. I know you are a busy person, so just go ahead and be busy."

"Bye-Bye."

"Uh-huh, bye."

*************xxxBar************

Feng Yingchen sat quietly on the bar counter of the bar, picking up one glass after another of fragrant and intoxicating red wine and putting it into his throat from his cold thin lips. His eyes were as deep as a silent pool. Under the bright lights,

His handsome face looked more and more sparkling, intoxicating and addictive.

Although his head was already dizzy and his throat became swollen and painful, he was still willing to swallow this cold and bitter liquid to numb himself and remind himself not to think about that woman, not to think about it.

...She was very happy with An Canmo.

What's the use of wanting to see her anymore, what's the use of pampering her anymore. Have you forgotten your identity? You are a gangster killer. There is only killing and cruelty in your life. You should not fall in love with someone emotionally.

Can your blood-splattered hands still hold her little head into your chest?

Misses on the stage kept coming to look for Feng Yingchen, but he just coldly threw out his pistol. Anyone who dared to take a step closer to him would definitely die.

Facing these frivolous women, he just felt disgusted and bored. At this moment, he missed Motata's innocent and harmless clear eyes, as innocent and timid as a newborn deer.

The sound of high-heeled shoes could be heard in her ears. Feng Yingchen raised her lazy and intoxicating eyes, only to see Lan Ji walking over in a hurry. Her dark blue shoulder-length hair was clean and free, and she was wearing a black leather jacket that was domineering and flamboyant. Feng Ying

An intoxicating and joking smile appeared on the corner of Chen's mouth. His will was already a little blurred. He pointed at the person coming and said with a ruffian look on his face, "Why are you here? Are you here to see my joke?"

"The next generation successor of the Yemei Gang, you actually gave me a drink in a bar. Do you still have the discipline?! If Father Yin finds out, how do you want me to explain?!"

"Why are you not as cute as her? Come... do you want to have a drink together?" Feng Yingchen's stern face was stained with a hint of red wine, and her deep eyes were as seductive as a lazy cat,

He smiled cynically and invited Lan Ji to have a drink with him.

"She?" Lan Ji asked with a sneer, "Oh...is it Motata? I haven't seen this girl before. I really want to see what kind of girl fascinates our dignified Feng Yingchen so much."

"Haha..." Feng Yingchen laughed mockingly, showing her white teeth, and the smile at the corner of her mouth was cold and teasing, "She is stupid and stupid, and looks like she doesn't know the world, but I just... want to pamper her.

Ah…”

Feng Yingchen's voice was also lazy, and his drunken voice always had a long tail. His consciousness was chaotic. In the end, his voice became smaller and smaller, but his deep eyes had an unprecedented intensity.

Live seriously.

"Do you think that after joining the Yemei Gang, you are still qualified to think about these things? Have you forgotten the background of our Yemei Gang?" Lan Ji asked sarcastically, looking at Feng, who was cold and frosty but smelled of alcohol.

Yingchen said disdainfully.

"As long as I can think of it, there's nothing I can't do..." Feng Yingchen said domineeringly.

"It's really touching. Okay, you can drink as much as you want today. If you die here, the worst we can do is choose a new successor." Lan Ji's clear and beautiful eyes were full of sarcasm. She was about to leave, but she suddenly remembered something.

, put on a arrogant expression as if watching a good show, "Aha, let me find that Motata, and let me see what this girl looks like."
Chapter completed!