Chapter 188 Okay, we still have to play underground.

The only way Wen Ran can think of is to pretend to be dead.

He hit his head on his shoulder and started to moan: "I'm hungry... I want to eat steamed bear paws, steamed deer tail. Roasted flower duck, roasted chicks, roasted goose..."

As he spoke, he really talked about himself. Hungry.

She raised her head with a smile on her face: "How about two buns..."

"Oh, look at how shabby you are, how can you still be hungry?" Zhou Qixiao said, taking the toothbrush and putting it in Wenran's mouth. , rubbed her head, "I'll wait for you outside, let's continue in the evening."

Wen Ran sat for a while before jumping down, brushing her teeth and washing her face.

When you come out of the bathroom, put on the clothes on the bed.

The long sleeves and trousers were tightly wrapped, but they could block the ambiguous traces on her body.

Before I even reached the restaurant, the aroma wafted over me.

Wen Ran sniffed and couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Lie down at the door of the restaurant and take a look.

China and Shengqing shuttled back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room.

Wen Ran looked at the things placed in the middle of the dining table in shock. They were really roasted duck, roasted chicken, roasted goose...

Zhou Qixiao sat back on the chair, his long legs crossed, and he raised his eyes when he heard the movement.

"Steamed bear paws and steamed deer tail are in the pot. Let's eat something else first."

Wen Ran raised the corner of his mouth and quickly lowered it.

It's so inhumane!

She clasped her hands together and said silently in her heart: Xiong Xiong, Lu Lu, I'm sorry for you!

Then she quickly rushed into the restaurant and sat on the chair obediently to wait for her meal to be served.

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"How about I go back to my small building! The Self-Defense Force has been turned upside down by me, and Zhou Changle will probably make trouble for me. If he sees me coming back to your place again, he will get you involved.

" With all his strength, Zhou Qixiao could not be picked out.

This comes into play. Wen Ran's previous efforts were not in vain

. Wen Ran is also a little worried now. Although he left a way out before leaving, this way seems to be a bit narrow.

It is estimated that the Zhou family will make trouble again, and she has to think about what to do...

Zhou Qixiao seems to have listened, but it seems not to have listened.

With amusement in his eyes, he saw that Wen Ran had almost eaten.

He put down the cup in his hand.

"Wen Mianmian, don't you know that I once spared the Zhou family because of Palai?"

Wen Ran nodded. She now knew that Palai was family and benefactor to Zhou Qixiao.

So I won’t think about love and love because of these words.

But he didn't understand what Zhou Qixiao meant when he said this at this moment.

Suddenly she caught a word: Rao!

Under what circumstances should you use mercy? It means that you can kill the opponent but let go.

"Let's go, let's take a look at the peacock first."

After Zhou Qixiao finished speaking, his legs pushed hard and the chair slid backwards. He then stood up and strode out.

Wen Ran followed, hesitantly catching up with him.

He jogged at first, but after two steps, he found that the man's pace had slowed down.

She just wanted to be side by side with him, but felt that it would not be good to be seen by the Zhou family after going out, so she slowed down and fell one step away from him.

Zhou Qixiao felt that he was almost moving on the ground, but before the little thing could catch up with him,

he was about to stop and see what was going on, when he suddenly understood.

Okay, you still have to play underground.

He resumed his normal steps.

Hearing the clattering behind him and starting to trot again, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled a little evilly.

Crossing the path, we arrived at a gloomy three-story building.

Before he even got close, Wen Ran felt the moisture mixed with fishy smell coming towards his face.

I suddenly felt unsure.

Zhou Qixiao holds grudges very much. Will he still remember her running away?

I heard there was some kind of water prison in Nanzhou, it was eerie...

Her big eyes swayed uneasily. She looked around and saw no one was around. She took a quick step and grabbed the hem of his T-shirt.

Zhou Qixiao turned his head and looked at her: "Why are you going from underground to above ground?"

Wen Ran heard it in confusion, what about above and below ground.

"Um...where are we going?"

Zhou Qixiao grabbed Wen Ran's shoulders, pulled her into his arms, half hugged and half wrapped her and walked forward.

"I didn't mean to arrest the person who burned your house and give it to you."

Oh!

Wen Ranqiao breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he wasn't going to deal with her!

She immediately jumped up and looked up at Zhou Qixiao, "You knew so quickly. Who is it! So powerful!"

The hand holding Wen Ran's shoulder was raised, and her cheeks, which were slightly pink from running, were scratched. "I thought you saw how powerful I am last night. It seems that I You haven't worked hard enough!"

What the hell...

The cute smile on her face froze instantly, and Wen Ran frowned in disgust.

The promotion did not mean that their leader had been abstinent and venomous for more than 20 years and had no experience in this area.

But now he is so arrogant, two out of three sentences are not serious, and it doesn't look like he is inexperienced.

The windows in the small building are all covered with anti-peeping films, which are a bit dark in color and block almost all sunlight.

The drowsiness mixed with the damp and fishy smell made Wen Ran nervous again, and couldn't help but move closer to Zhou Qixiao's arms.

Just when Zhou Qixiao was about to take the opportunity to touch her thin waist, the little girl in his arms slipped out like a loach.

He raised his head in confusion and saw her rushing towards Chi Na not far away like a little house bird returning to its nest.

"Sister Chi Na, you're here too!"

Zhou Qixiao sneered at the affectionate energy and leaned back lazily.

As soon as Wen Ran approached Chi Na, he noticed someone kneeling in front of him.

But the light was too dim, so she squinted her eyes and took a look.

When she saw clearly what was happening in front of her, she subconsciously took half a step back.

"Woooooo!" When Zhou Xiaochen, who was tied up, saw Wen Ran, as if he saw a life-saving straw, he started struggling crazily for help with his bruised and swollen face.

Wen Ran calmed down his panicked heart and looked sideways at Chi Na.

Suddenly thinking that the person behind him was the one who could make the decision, he hurriedly turned to look at Zhou Qixiao.

Zhou Qixiao said nothing, but raised his chin.

Chi Na pulled out the thing blocking Zhou Xiaochen's mouth.

This pull made her face look paralyzed with disgust.

Damn it!

Sheng Qing, that bastard, actually used his smelly socks to gag Zhou Xiaochen.

Her hands!

Chi Na's inner dragon roared, but her face was calm. She took out a wet wipe from her pocket and wiped her hands carefully.

Zhou Xiaochen was so intoxicated by the smell of the smelly socks that he retched as soon as he was free.

Wen Ran didn't expect the old man behind him to explain anything.

He asked Zhou Xiaochen straight to the point: "You burned down my house."

Zhou Xiaochen didn't want to answer at first, but Chi kicked him mercilessly.

He had already been beaten by Shengqing, and although he was angry now, he was more afraid.

"Even if it's me, it's just to keep you in Nanzhou! What's the point of going back to China!" He hurriedly said and looked at Zhou Qixiao, "Master Zhou, if something happens to me here, how can you tell Zhou Qixiao Even if the Zhou family is not in your eyes, what about the public opinion?"

Everyone's eyes fell on Zhou Qixiao.

Zhou Qixiao was chewing on a cigarette and was about to light it when he suddenly heard these words and nodded cooperatively.

Then he put the lighter back into his pocket.

The moment he took out his hand again, bang! Bang! Bang! Three shots.