After breakfast, Lin Chong took Yukino to the city for a while and bought a few sets of clothes for Yukino. He drove to the agreed location with Meng Qingqiu until noon.

The silver-gray Cayenne drove along the road, gradually moving away from the bustling city, and entering an old community similar to an urban village.

In an instant, the fireworks came to my face.

The roadside is not wide, with various street stalls, including those selling children's clothes, those selling kitchen utensils, those selling fresh vegetables, and those telling fortunes.

shouts, hawking, quarrel, crying, bargaining...

Countless sounds instantly poured into Lin Chong's ears.

Lin Chong rolled down the car window and controlled the Cayenne to move forward slowly while silently observing the crowds outside.

This is the lowest level of society. Most of the residents are not rich, and some can even be said to be poor and can only survive by relying on state relief.

However, it is such a group of people that show vigorous vitality.

Full of joy and incredibly vivid.

Infected by this atmosphere, Lin Chong couldn't help but smile.

Perhaps because the luxury cars worth millions were too eye-catching, someone soon came over and talked to Lin Chong: "Young man, what are you doing here? Oh, your hair is actually dyed whiter than me, which is so strange."

The speaker was an old lady in her sixties, with a bloated figure and a rosy face. She was wearing a down jacket that was not old and had a vegetable basket on her arms, which contained carrots, cabbage and tomatoes, as well as a piece of fat meat that was more white than red.

"Hello, Auntie."

Lin Zhong lowered his car speed and pointed his head out of the window and talked to the other party: "I'm here to find someone, do you know where Qingyun Teahouse is?"

"Qingyun Teahouse? It seems a bit familiar."

The aunt frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly grabbed a middle-aged man passing by: "Xiao Pan'er, you work in a real estate company. Have you ever heard of Qingyun Teahouse?"

"Auntie, I'm busy."

The middle-aged man's expression was originally quite impatient, but when he saw Lin Chong's car logo clearly, his attitude immediately changed drastically and he suddenly became enthusiastic: "Little brother, are you looking for Qingyun Teahouse?"

"Yes, I made an appointment with someone to meet there."

"Let me think about it."

The middle-aged man habitually put his briefcase under his armpit and grabbed his thin hair: "There is indeed a teahouse nearby, but it has not been opened. I have never paid attention to the name of the signboard. I don't know if it is the place you mentioned."

Lin Chong said politely: "It should be there, please tell me how to get there."

"Oh, OK."

The middle-aged man actually wanted to get close to Lin Chong to see if there is any business to do. However, facing Lin Chong's calm and gentle gaze, he couldn't say anything if he got close to him.

"Why did I, an old man who has been struggling in society for more than 20 years, suddenly become shy?"

The middle-aged man secretly wondered.

As the saying goes, with multiple friends and multiple ways, he just thinks Lin Chong has a good temperament and plans to make friends, but he never thought about how big Lin Chong is.

"First walk a hundred meters forward, then turn left, and then turn right..."

The middle-aged man suppressed his doubts and patiently guided Lin Chong.

"Thanks."

Lin Chong politely expressed his gratitude: "Auntie, thank you too, I'll leave first."

"Drive slowly, be careful. There are not many young men as polite as you are now."

The old lady smiled so hard that she couldn't stop smiling. Seeing the middle-aged man standing there, she seemed to want to say something, she couldn't help but glar at the latter and took the initiative to pull the other person back to the side.

Lin Chong started the car and drove forward again.

The roads are narrow and crowded, and the speed is slower, almost the same as walking.

"Auntie, why are you pulling me?"

The middle-aged man watched the silver-gray cayenne gradually fade away, and he reluctantly retracted his gaze after he couldn't even see the taillights of the car, blaming his elders: "The real estate industry has been in a recession recently. Do you know how much pressure I am in order to support my family? That kid looked very rich, maybe he was willing to invest?"

"He and us are not the same person, so you can stop dreaming."

The aunt said angrily: "Besides, they are in a hurry to date. Are you willing to listen to your nonsense?"

The middle-aged man was a little unwilling to accept it: "How can he know if he doesn't want to try it? Even if he doesn't want to listen to my nonsense, he will be more embarrassed at most. Anyway, his face is not worth much money."

"You are not afraid of embarrassment, I am afraid!"

The old lady was too lazy to waste saliva with middle-aged people, so she left with the basket of vegetables.

Lin Chong knew nothing about the small episode that happened behind it.

According to the guidance of the middle-aged man, he finally arrived at his destination after seven or eight minutes.

Looking at the old building in front of him that was invisible to see the difference from the surrounding environment, Lin Chong's expression was a little surprised and couldn't help but look up and glance at the sign.

It's Qingyun Teahouse.

But why is the door closed, the appearance is broken, and the door is covered with dust?

As Meng Qingqiu, he will be regarded as a VIP wherever he goes. Why choose the meeting place in such a shabby and remote place?

Even if you want to keep a low profile and secret, there is no need to be wronged, right?

"Could it be that Aunt Meng opened this teahouse himself?"

Lin Chong came up with the only reason.

However, this reason is obviously unconvincing.

Meng Qingqiu is the grand master of Danjin and the Supreme Elder of Guanghan Sect. He is extremely powerful and has a high status. Why did he come here to open a teahouse with no customers?

Since I couldn't figure it out, I was too lazy to think about it. Lin Chong asked Yukino to stay in the car and then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Knock!"

After a while, the door opened, revealing a cool face.

The owner of the face is tall, and even if he wears loose training clothes, he cannot cover up the plump curve that is about to emerge. It is Huo Lengmei, the elder of the inner hall of Guanghan School.

Huo Lengmei's expression was nervous and she felt a little nervous, and she reached out to intimidate: "Please come in."

When Lin Chong entered the teahouse, Huo Lengmei closed the door again.

The light in the teahouse was not very good, but Lin Chong's eyes were so sharp that he clearly saw Meng Qingqiu's appearance at this moment, and his heart couldn't help but jump.

Meng Qingqiu did not wear a training suit, but a slim robe dress that exposed her slender white neck and delicate collarbone. The hem of the tumbler skirt was very short, which could barely cover her thighs.

She sat sideways, holding her chin with her right hand, and her two slender and strong legs overlapped with each other. Her phoenix eyes seemed to be open and closed, and her posture was very lazy and sexy.

On the coffee table next to her, there were more than a dozen empty wine bottles, and her body was filled with pungent smell of alcohol. It seemed that she was still hangover and she was still not awake. Even if Lin Chong came in, she didn't open her eyes.

Lin Chong finally knew how Meng Qingqiu lived in normal times.

Meng Qingqiu must have many unforgettable painful pasts in his heart, so he needs to use alcohol to numb himself frequently.

Otherwise, with her martial arts realm, it would never be possible to get drunk.
Chapter completed!