Nightingale said as she naturally put her arm around Meng Yan's shoulder: "So Mr. Meng, please get used to it quickly and don't appear too unfamiliar for a while, otherwise it will also arouse people's suspicion."
Meng Yan sighed, not wanting to ask any more questions, and tried to relax his body and look as relaxed as possible.
"That little Nightingale... Nightingale, that's very offensive."
But Meng Yan was a little confused. According to the address Li Mianhui gave him yesterday, if they set off from here now, even if they change the driver to Zhou Yaoyao, they would have to arrive at least around four in the afternoon.
Is the "a while" in Nightingale's mouth a bit too long?
Just as he was thinking this, Meng Yan suddenly noticed a black Mercedes-Benz appearing in the rearview mirror and braking to the back of the convoy.
As soon as the car stopped, a man in black in the co-pilot pushed open the door and hurried to the back, opened the door and made a standard greeting gesture.
An old man with a gloomy face came out. He seemed to be in his fifties and approaching sixty. The door on the other side opened by itself, and someone he knew got out.
Li Tianming.
Meng Yan thought for a moment and recalled what Li Mianhui told him yesterday that Li Tianming and his son were the people sent to monitor him.
Based on this speculation, today's news may have been leaked, and these two are here to cause trouble.
The two of them looked around as if they were looking for something, then locked their eyes on Nightingale's Ferrari and walked over.
Li Tianming took the lead and knocked on the window of the back seat.
"Excuse me, is Miss Nightingale in there?"
Hearing this, Meng Yan clearly felt Nightingale's body leaning against him again, and then pulled down the car window.
"Mr. Tianming, don't you know that knocking on a lady's car window is a very impolite thing?"
As the car window slowly rolled down, Li Tianming saw Nightingale leaning against Meng Yan with half of her body, holding Meng Yan's shoulders tightly, and staring at him with an unkind look on her face.
Immediately, a playful smile appeared on his face.
"So Mr. Meng, you are really..."
"What is it? Do you have anything else important to say?" Nightingale looked at Li Tianming indifferently and asked.
Li Tianming felt outside the window and waved his hands: "No, no, no, Miss Nightingale, don't get me wrong, I'm just following orders."
It was a bit strange at first, even though Meng Yan had met him once in the Stone Gambling Shop and knew that he had some abilities, even if he was recruited by the Jade Guild and became one of them.
But at this time, why would Li Mianhui give such an important pass to enter the parlor to a fortune teller who had just joined the union?
However, now that I saw this scene, all these doubts were solved.
The co-author named Meng Yan has more than just the ability to read rocks.
"I said Miss Nightingale, I have been pursuing you for so long, but you have never looked at me seriously. It turns out that this is the taste you like."
Hearing this, Nightingale said coldly: "What kind of man do I like? It's not your turn, Mr. Tianming, to intervene, right?"
After saying that, Nightingale's face directly touched Meng Yan's face.
Feeling the cool texture on his cheek, Meng Yan glanced at his eyes and felt that Li Tianming was looking at him with murderous eyes.
He finally understood what Nightingale meant by "for a while" just now.
"Ahem." Meng Yan clenched his fist, put it in front of his mouth, and coughed.
"Um, Mr. Tianming, do you want to go with us?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Yan's window was knocked again.
Pulling down the window, the old man who looked gloomy just now was standing outside the window, looking at himself in the car window with an indifferent expression.
"By the way, I haven't introduced you to Mr. Meng yet." Li Tianming, who was standing on the other side of the car window, suddenly pointed at the old man and said.
"This is my father, Li Tiantan."
The old man blew his beard and said to Li Tianming who was about to introduce Meng Yan to him.
"No need to introduce him to me, I know his name, he's just a pretty boy being cared for by a woman."
"Don't say your name, it will dirty my ears."
Meng Yan looked at the old man in front of him with some surprise. He was so old and yet he still said disrespectful words to him. It was obvious that he was also a bitch when he was young.
"Old sir, Meng Yan is polite." Meng Yan nodded politely to Li Tiantan outside the window.
Superficial work still needs to be done.
"Huh, we two were ordered to follow you to pick out the rough stones. When we get to the parlor, just don't delay us from getting down to business!"
After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the Mercedes-Benz at the back of the motorcade.
"Those two, you take your time and play, I'll take the first step." After Li Tianming finished speaking, he glanced at Meng Yan with a bad look and left.
After seeing the two of them walking away, Nightingale rolled up the window, and then Meng Yan spoke.
"Nightingale, let go of your hand."
At this time, Nightingale reluctantly loosened the hand tightly wrapped around Meng Yan's arm, looked at Meng Yan with an angry look and asked.
"Am I so unattractive to you?"
As he spoke, two white lumps on his chest loomed, and Meng Yan quickly turned his gaze aside, his face turning slightly red.
After all, he is a young man in his twenties, who can withstand this?
"No, no, Miss Nightingale, you misunderstood."
Of course it's not that the nightingale has no charm, on the contrary, the charm is too great.
You must not make a mistake! I already have Tang Yuyan, so I can’t watch it!
Seeing Meng hemming and hawing, Nightingale finally had a smile on her face.
Baby, fight with me?
"How many times have I told you, just call me Nightingale, don't call me Miss Nightingale!"
But this time Nightingale corrected him with a smile on his face.
The driver sitting in the front seat finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned his head in embarrassment.
"Um, Lord Nightingale, Mr. Meng, shall we set off now?"
"If you two adults still have something to discuss, I'm addicted to smoking, so I can go out and have a cigarette first..."
Nightingale said seriously: "No, you can smoke on the road, please bear with me now."
"Inform the convoy behind and let's go."
Then, the Ferrari started and the convoy drove away.
The sun kept rising from the east to the west in the sky. Firstly, Zhou Yaoyao was not driving, and secondly, a convoy needed to be coordinated. When they were almost reaching their destination, Meng Yan looked at the time and found that it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon.
If something goes wrong today, I have to go back late at night.
As we got closer and closer to our destination, after the convoy passed a mountain pass, the scenery in front of us suddenly became empty. Outside the window was a burned-out forest, revealing the bare yellow land.
