Chapter 274 This face is too dangerous to leave outside

"Mengluo, can I come in?"

After gently knocking on the door and receiving Meng Luo's familiar affirmation, Zhou Xiaoxing pushed the door open and went in.

Meng Luo was lying on the bed, sleepy-eyed. When she saw Zhou Xiaoxing come in, her expression was complicated. Her palm-sized face was one part happy, two parts arrogant, three parts proud, and four parts angry.

Soon, her facial features returned to normal after completing the task. She lifted the quilt, took three steps and then two steps to reach Zhou Xiaoxing. She pouted her mouth and looked up at the latter, with words in her eyes.

There are also some swear words.

This is interesting. Has Mengluo returned to normal or not?

Just by looking at her movements and expressions, Zhou Xiaoxing felt that this was Meng Luo, arrogant yet cute, confident yet shy.

"Why are you so patient in coming here? Do you know that three days, twenty hours, eighteen minutes, and thirty-five seconds have passed since the last time we met."

It’s Mengluo.

Zhou Xiaoxing looked at Meng Luo's opening and closing mouth, heard the words that sounded like blame but were actually caring, hugged Meng Luo tightly, and then...

There is no more.

The next day, Zhou Xiaoxing opened his eyes and looked down at Meng Luo in his arms. He slowly pulled his arms out from under her neck and picked up his clothes. In less than a minute, he put on his clothes, turned around and touched them.

Meng Luo's cheeks stopped when her fingers rested on her white lips.

What a beautiful girl, why does she have a mouth?

Meng Luo hadn't woken up yet, with her eyes half open, she saw that half of the space on the bed had been cleared, so she turned over and moved her body.

"Xiaoxing, did I talk a lot last night and why is my mouth so dry?"

Yes, last night she hugged Zhou Xiaoxing, hung on him, and told her, no, the story of the female monster's life more than a dozen times. If Zhou Xiaoxing hadn't been so sleepy that she fell asleep first, Meng Luo might have told the story till the end of the day.

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"No, you hugged me last night and just told me that I was in good shape and asked me how to take care of myself. After that,..."

Taking the water handed over by Zhou Xiaoxing, Meng Luo drank four or five sips in succession. Fortunately, her body was in urgent need of water, otherwise she would have spit out a mouthful of water after hearing Zhou Xiaoxing's narcissistic speech.

"Hey, you still have a case, you can go."

"Don't you want to know what happened next to us?"

Do you still need to ask? My body felt as comfortable as taking a hot bath. Meng Luo grabbed the quilt and covered her head. It was so embarrassing to have to say this kind of thing afterward.

"If you don't want to know, I'll go first."

"When will you come?"

"I don't know."

Zhou Xiaoxing opened the door and went out. The bar was dark. He turned on the light and saw Uncle Feng sleeping on the table with his hand as a pillow.

"Uncle Feng?"

With his eyebrows raised, Uncle Feng opened his eyes. The moment he raised his head, he wiped his face with one hand, supported the table with the other, and stood up unsteadily.

"What do you think? Is everything okay? Uncle Lin, Sir, and the others have gone back a long time ago. I'll wait for you here."

Waited all night?

Still so down-to-earth, if she had known in advance that she would have told Uncle Feng to go back home by herself, Alian must have been worried. Zhou Xiaoxing pushed open the bar door, took out the phone, 99 unread messages.

"Uncle Feng, let's go, let's go have breakfast, and then we'll take you back home to rest."

"Well, next time you can go first without waiting for me."

"I didn't wait for you. Although the female monster's tone has become a magic weapon, the person possessed by it will keep talking for eight hours, and the content is the female monster's life."

After saying this, Uncle Feng walked to the bar, turned on the faucet, held water in both hands, and simply washed his face.

So that’s it.

Zhou Xiaoxing took out two new toothpaste toothbrushes from the bottom drawer of the bar's food preparation table, one for Uncle Feng and one for herself. The two of them stood by the pool and brushed their teeth quietly.

"Uncle Feng, I'm just talking, nothing else?"

Thinking that he and Meng Luo had done a lot last night, he needed to ask. Although he didn't feel anything wrong with his body, what if...

"If it were anyone else, there would be, but you wouldn't."

Uncle Feng finished washing and walked out.

Putting down the toothbrush, Zhou Xiaoxing took out a few pieces of paper, wiped off the water, and followed immediately.

This Uncle Feng always says the gentlest words in the toughest tone.

"Uncle Feng, walk slower. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You didn't ask me earlier."

Well, that's true.

After getting in the car, Uncle Feng seemed to have remembered something, and asked Zhou Xiaoxing, who was holding the steering wheel and stepping on the accelerator.

"What did Meng Luo tell you?"

Do you want to tell the truth?

Of course, there is nothing Zhou Xiaoxing cannot say to Uncle Feng.

The female monster's life has no highlights. It's just a story about a clichéd woman who practiced sorcery and finally turned into a female monster. The plots of the Cantonese feature films on TV every night are more exciting than this.

Zhou Xiaoxing told Uncle Feng one by one on the road. After listening, the latter rolled his eyes twice and had no response.

Just as he thought, he thought there would be some tragic experience that would cause a good person to turn bad. Unexpectedly, it was just the process of a bad person turning into a bad monster.

"Uncle Feng? Can't you explain?"

Was his speech not exciting enough? No problem, repeat it multiple times and you can arrange it.

"No, I heard you clearly."

Thank you, such a boring story is not suitable for listening to a second time.

In fact, Zhou Xiaoxing had reservations. When Meng Luo talked about it for the tenth time, she added a few more words, which involved a big drug lord.

Zhu Tao.

Last night, Sir Lin Biao came over specially to find Wenli. No, he found him and talked about this person.

When Meng Luo was in a daze, she mentioned that Zhu Tao would meet with the ghost man tomorrow afternoon in the wooden house area of ​​Tsim Sha Tsui after a night. By then, a large amount of drugs would be shipped out of Hong Kong.

Uncle Feng is not interested in this kind of case, so Zhou Xiaoxing will not tell him about it.

"Uh, you were in Mengluo's private room last night and didn't do anything, right?"

The previous topic ended with Uncle Feng's disgusted silence. After two traffic lights, he finally took out his nervous hand from his pocket, placed it on his thigh seemingly casually but meaningfully, and asked about it.

"Uncle Feng, what do you think?"

Without answering the question, Zhou Xiaoxing just wanted to see what Uncle Feng thought of him.

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"I don't think it's important. What you say is important."

"No, no, no, Uncle Feng, do you think this layer is very important? Otherwise, if you had been in the car for so long, your face would be so red that you wouldn't even know it when your hands on your thighs dug into your pants."

After observing it in place, he asked Uncle Feng to put away his hand and put it back in his pocket.

The pants are just jeans with small holes. He didn’t tear them out, but he just didn’t explain.

If it weren't for Ah Lian, he wouldn't have asked if it was so embarrassing.

Realizing that Uncle Feng was a little overwhelmed, Zhou Xiaoxing was happy in her heart: Uncle Feng, do you want to take a look at how you look now?

"Uncle Feng, I went over just to see her, and I realized that when she saw me, she was like meeting a relative. She pulled me and said that female monsters turn living people into dead people and turn dead people into dead people in order to make money.

Become a walking corpse..."

That’s it.

Uncle Feng tilted his head out of the car window, and he knew that he shouldn't ask this question.

But what happened last night, he wanted to tell Alian that he couldn't be too cautious when it came to choosing a boy.

After the car was quiet for a few minutes, Zhou Xiaoxing stepped on the accelerator. In less than ten minutes, he sent Uncle Feng to Brother Jun's house without going upstairs, saying that he had something to go to see Uncle Lin.

"Xiaoxing, I kindly remind you."

Uncle Feng closed the car door and took two steps. He always felt that what happened last night was not an exception. He quickly turned his head and put his hand on the car window.

"Uncle Feng, please enlighten me."

Zhou Xiaoxing released his foot from the accelerator, raised the corners of his mouth, and looked like he was asking for advice humbly. He looked extremely handsome.

This face is too much for him.

This face is too dangerous to put outside.

Uncle Feng complained in his mind, moved his mouth back, glanced left and right, and lowered his head.
To be continued...