"Okay, fine, I'd like to drink mango pomelo sago... and mango crepes..."
Okay, I've got it all. Keep it up!
Poor Yan Zhibei, he has to work during the day and write at night. His two sons sometimes fight, and he also has to find time from time to solve cases and resolve the disputes between his two sons!
Being a man is tough. Yan Zhibei was exhausted, both physically and mentally. He went to the sliding window and opened a small window, "Ah..." to relax for a moment before returning to his desk to continue working.
After a while
"Buzz... buzz..." The cell phone on the table rang, and Yan Zhibei answered the call without even looking at it.
"Hey, honey, are you busy?"
"I'm busy, honey. I miss you so much. I want to go home. I don't want to go to work anymore," Yan Zhibei, drawing out his voice in a pitiful tone as he pleaded with Mei Heqing.
Mei Heqing: "I miss you too, my dear husband. Keep going! For your dream, what's this little thing? It doesn't even compare to the brainpower you expend writing books, right?"
Yan Zhibei: "That's right, honey, you're right. I just feel uncomfortable wearing this suit and am not used to the new environment. It's not that difficult. I'll do my best, don't worry, honey!"
"Okay, I'll hang up now. See you tonight."
See you tonight, Qingqing, my wife.
Mei Heqing, who had just hung up the phone, was in the building opposite Yan Falls on the Southern Mountain. She was wearing a women's suit with ink-wash style, her long chestnut hair cascading down her back, and her 12-centimeter black high heels were stomping hard on a man's hand.
Soon, a bloody hole appeared on the man's hand, and blood gushed out instantly, spreading down the back of his hand and onto the white tiles. The man groaned in pain.
Mei Heqing looked down at the sniper in black on the ground, whose black sniper rifle had been dismantled, broken, and scattered all over the ground.
"Speak, who sent you?" Mei Heqing's voice spread like a glacier throughout the room, as if the gentle phone call from before had never happened.
The sniper never expected his rifle to be kicked to pieces by this woman. Her strength was terrifying; he was no match for her at all. It was less a matter of fighting and more a complete and utter annihilation of him. He cursed under his breath and said, "Kill me or torture me, it's up to you."
Mei Heqing chuckled lightly upon hearing this, "Do you think you're in ancient times? So scholarly. Killing you would only dirty my hands."
"You have a scar on your left earlobe, and judging from its shape, it should have originally been a spider, so you're a former member of the Chi Family? Is that right?"
Sniper: "No!"
"So eager to refute, it seems so. I heard that Second Uncle Chi of the second branch of the Chi Family has been in retreat for many years. Where is he hiding? Let me guess..." Mei Heqing's icy and terrifying tone burrowed into the ears of the people on the ground like a venomous snake.
He couldn't lift his head, he dared not meet her gaze; if he did, it would be the end...
Mei Heqing stomped his foot again. "What? You can't kill Yan Guiyun, so you want to kill his brother? Did you ask for my permission?"
The sniper, realizing he couldn't escape either, forced a laugh through the pain, "... Yan Guiyun will die sooner or later. We already know the young master is Chi Yining. It's all because your Yan Family has been protecting him. Chi Yining will die, and you will all die... Hahahaha, from now on you'll live in fear! Hahahaha!"
It was originally just speculation, but the people Second Uncle Chi chose were far too rubbish. Mei Heqing narrowed her eyes slightly, her tone returning to calm, "Assistant, let's call the police."
Special Assistant Ning: "Yes, Miss."
Yan Zhibei was unaware that he had narrowly escaped disaster and was happily carrying bricks.
When Yan Guiyun received her sister-in-law's message, she frowned and immediately had someone transfer 1 billion yuan to Mei Heqing: "My brother was frightened. Give him some nourishment tonight."