As soon as he entered the door, he walked straight towards the place where the girl was.

"Miss, that person is here, the boss asks you to go with us to see." Peng Yao said while standing, his tone of speaking seemed particularly respectful.

"I said that I am so annoyed by this kind of life. Can't you let me choose my own life?" With a voice full of resentment, I saw the girl raise her head, and she was no different from the girl I guessed. It was Zhong Rui, the big singer who amazed us in the small theater that day.

"Miss, I can understand your pain, but living in this world is like this. Since you get some, you have to pay some. Now you have almost everyone in the world dreams of, so it is natural to lose a little freedom relative to it."

It's really hard to imagine that Peng Yao, who spoke dirty words in the theater last time, looked like a hooligan among hooligans, would even say such literary lines. And his words obviously had no effect on Zhong Rui. She shook her head in annoyance and said, "I would rather not have all this you give me, I just want to get back my freedom."

"Miss, don't say such childish words. Many things will not be known to be precious before they are lost. Just like my three fingers..." Peng Yao raised his three fingers and wrapped them in the black cloth's left hand. "I didn't think they were of any use before, but when I lost them, I realized that they were so important. I could no longer play game consoles while defecating."

Peng Yao said, with a sad look on his face, and I was a black line on my head. This example is really special.

"Anyway, I won't go. Today I don't want to go anywhere. I just want to sit here and have coffee." Zhong Rui threw the magazine on the table hard and said impatiently.

Peng Yao opened his mouth and was about to speak, but suddenly he frowned slightly and retreated suddenly. Several men in black behind him immediately walked up and surrounded Zhong Rui. Peng Yao, who was retreating, leaned in a corner, put his right hand in his arms, and walked towards the depths of the coffee shop with alert face.

At this moment, deep in the coffee shop, a woman with her back facing us, oh, no, to be precise, it should be said to be a girl. She looked so beautiful and too young that she couldn't bear to call her a woman. At this time, her right fingers supported her head, leaned obliquely on the chair next to the coffee table, and her left hand was playing with a bright lighter unconsciously. Her long black hair was casually tied into a bun from a wooden comb, and a few strands of untied hair slid randomly to her ears and forehead, and her bright and clear eyes looked forward thoughtfully. A black Tibetan necklace hung around her neck, a women's white shirt on her upper body, and a black wide-legged trousers on her lower body exuded a natural and fresh smell. In this natural and freshness, the noble smell from the bones filled the entire cafe.

"It's worthy of being Peng Yao, you are very vigilant... But, in just one week, your Miss Zhong Rui has been to this cafe three times, and you didn't make any arrangements in this place. It can be seen that your vigilance seems to be limited to when the danger is no more than ten meters away from you, Peng Yao, you still need to continue to grow."

If the first girl I met with the Qinglong Ring that could be comparable to Loulanxue in terms of beauty, temperament, or age was Zhong Rui, then this girl is definitely the second one now. Her outfit is very casual, without intention of dressing up, and even without any makeup. It doesn't seem to be interested in her beauty. And this is exactly where she is good at Loulanxue and Zhong Rui. Her confidence and pride come from beyond beauty. When she just sat on the chair, she turned around and looked towards

When we looked here, what attracted me was her beauty. However, when she slowly stood up from the chair and walked towards Peng Yao, talking while walking, I found that at this time, the most important feature of her was a sense of control that was a habitual in being in the position of a superior and everything was in control. This feeling made people ignore her beauty and temperament, and even forget that she was a woman, and people only had one perception of her, that is, she was a big person.

This girl should look about the same age as Zhong Rui, even smaller than Zhong Rui, almost twice as small as Peng Yao. When she said this in a nearly teaching tone, no one felt it was abrupt, and she thought it was taken for granted.

Peng Yao did not speak, but stood still, staring at the girl walking towards him step by step. At this time, I suddenly felt the air around me was chilly and a chill. I looked around and found that all the people in the cafe, whether the waiters or customers, stood up silently, and everyone was holding a black and shiny gun in their hands. My scalp became numb, and I suddenly realized an extremely absurd fact-most likely, I was the only real customer here.

Just when my scalp was tingling, I suddenly discovered a very strange fact, that is, whether it was the men in black brought by Peng Yao or the people in this girl, they all looked at me with a strange look. So I looked back at them with a strange look, and then they looked back at me with a strange look. Finally, I finally couldn't stand it anymore, so I put down my coffee, raised my hand, and asked pitifully: "Does anyone have time to tell me if I'm filming here?"
Chapter completed!