"Yes." Feng Yingchen responded lightly, turned around and took out an exquisite clothing packaging box from the closet on the side. He put the box on the bed, glanced at her disapprovingly, and said coldly,

"The clothes are here, let's go." He turned around and walked to the bathroom and closed the door.

After confirming that Feng Yingchen was taking a shower, Motata breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand and carefully opened the box. Inside was a brand new and neat plaid shirt suit...and...a set of pink floral cotton underwear??!

Motata didn't even care about being shy. He quickly put on his underwear and clothes, picked up the messy clothes on the floor and threw them all into the trash can. Then he opened the door fiercely and rushed out without hesitation.

The bar in the early morning is extremely quiet, with only the crisp sound of wine glasses gently clashing. It is not like the crazy and intense, turbulent and noisy night scene, but a kind of quiet silence.

The faint smell of red wine hit her nostrils. Motata sniffed, and the tears she had held back for a long time finally flowed down, moistening her round cheeks and staining her soft hair. Her eyes were so innocent and harmless that it made people feel distressed.

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Motata borrowed some hot water from the bartender on the side, did a simple wash, and left the cold place.

——Why do you crush my hard-earned good impression of you to pieces again and again?

——I don’t think I will have feelings for you anymore.

Motata looked at the cold street and wiped away his tears with his hand.

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The ringtone of the mobile phone suddenly rang in the steamy bathroom. Feng Yingchen turned off the shower head, wiped her wet hair with a clean towel, and reached out to take the mobile phone.

The crystal water droplets fall on the bronze chest muscles, which is very charming.

Feng Yingchen's voice was cold and magnetic, "What's going on?"

"Master Feng, we just asked the bar manager about last night's situation, and the other party replied that there were no gangs entering or exiting the bar."

"Where is the surveillance data?" Feng Yingchen's voice was cold.

"...The surveillance equipment of this bar malfunctioned last night and the surveillance could not be traced."

"Yes." Feng Yingchen responded lightly and hung up the phone. He threw the phone aside irritably. His sharp eyebrows were raised, looking cold and unapproachable. His eyes were cold and dark, like a man from the world of ice and snow.

Brutal killer.

Last time, Motata was beaten by a group of people she had never met in the college. This time, she and he were drugged silently. The similarity between the two incidents is that the initiator never dared to show up. But these two incidents

, is there any connection? Who wants to do this? Who wants to push her into a corner step by step? For the first time, Feng Yingchen had a very bad premonition.

This instigator must be living next to them, paying close attention to their every move, and is always ready to take out a sharp knife and cut their corpses into pieces. Who could this person be? Feng Yingchen shook his hand unconsciously.

Clench your fists.

Motata was wandering alone in the quiet Miluo Street Market. When he turned on his phone, he saw:.

This bustling city filled with materialistic desires is still in a state of slumber, and people are still enjoying intoxicating dreams. Only I am wandering on the road like a resentful woman who has lost her soul, not knowing where to go, and her tears have long been wiped out by the cool breeze.

After blowing dry, there is a sad wasteland in my heart.

Just when Motata was acting like a "sad artistic young woman", a hungry "gurgling" sound came from her stomach, breaking all the atmosphere related to literature and art.

Motata, what kind of literary young woman are you pretending to be? At best, you are just a tomboy among cute girls!!!

Motata was about to look for food when he heard the sound of "Bi Bi" from the car behind him. Motata turned around and found that it was an expensive BMW. The rear window was opened by someone inside, and only a sunshine could be seen.

The stylish woman wears a pair of huge sunglasses and has a star-like look.

She waved to Motata happily, "Hi! Tata!"

Motata was stunned for a moment, and then shouted happily, "Aunt Fang?!" Fang Yaqing opened the car door, and then shouted kindly to the people in the car, "Come on, Lele, come down quickly." Then a person in the car left.

The little boy with the pumpkin head stuck out his little head obediently, took Fang Yaqing's hand and jumped out of the car, and the two walked to Motata together.

But Mo Tata was about to cry but had no tears! There were bursts of sweat on his forehead, wuwu!! Why is it Feng Yingle, this little naughty guy again? Every time he encounters this cute version of his glans, he gets a burst of kidney deficiency... Feng

Yingchen and Feng Yingle are like a big devil and a little devil!!!

"Tata, why are you wandering around here alone so early?" Fang Yaqing took off her sunglasses and put them into the LV handbag beside her.
Chapter completed!