Lu Chen's casual voice came from the front, and Feng Ning immediately trotted and followed a few steps, asking, "Well... why doesn't it count..."

The two of them walked in front of each other talking and laughing. Meng Chuan was still stunned while walking. There seemed to be the temperature left by Feng Ning on his shoulders, with a faint fragrance, which was her unique smell. It seemed to float into his heart through his thin clothes, with charming magic, which made him indulge in it and unable to extricate himself.

Feng Ning may just say that the speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

He knew she was comforting himself, but Meng Chuan's heart suddenly became very warm.

The three of them walked about ten minutes before entering the street. Feng Ning was so tired that he thought Meng Chuan was really good at choosing places and buying gifts from such a remote place. The public security here was so bad. She had been touched several times along the way, but Lu Chen quickly held them down.

The last one was bold enough to touch her waist, but two men were taught a lesson by one of them with one hand.

Fortunately, she brought two bodyguards, otherwise it would be a bit dangerous for her to come to such a place alone.

On the narrow street, old street lights were hanging obliquely, and even a surveillance camera could not be seen. A gust of cold wind blew, and the back felt a little cold. Feng Ning wrapped his windbreaker tightly and felt a little nervous inexplicably. It was not until they passed through this deserted street that they found that there was another world inside.

Along the way, women dressed in exposed clothes were soliciting customers on the road. When they saw a man, they held their hands in. Feng Ning widened his eyes in shock and watched a man stuff a stack of cash on the woman's collar. The two of them went in with a conversation and laugh.

A sign hanging on the top: Water Pavilion.

The name and style do not match at all.

Feng Ning's face turned black and he whispered to the people beside him: "You really know how to choose a place..."

Help, she has never been to a custom shop in her life.

Lu Chenyun glanced at the store door lightly, but was not nervous. Feng Ning thought he often came to work in such places, so he asked, "You look very familiar with the appearance here. Otherwise, we will wait for you outside and we will go back after you get the things."

"Who told you that I am very familiar with you? I am not responsible for the anti-pornography. I came here once a few years ago, but I was forced to come over because of insufficient staff. What are you thinking about?"

In the end, it was decided that the three of them would go in together.

There was only a yellow-haired young man watching at the door, and while writing something on the notebook, he said without raising his head: "Pick up your own request, turn left first and go straight to the first room and you can choose at will."

He raised his head casually and glanced at the person in front of him. It was obvious that the three people had special identities. He also knew that their visitors were not kind, but he did not look panicked. Instead, he cleared his throat, looked at Feng Ning, and said casually: "We have been adjusting our business in the past few days. We will not entertain female guests tonight. Do you have any requirements?"

Feng Ning's face turned pale and he stared at the young man with some anger. Instead, the other party continued to look at her up and down with a wanton look, with a frivolous tone: "If you are here to apply for a job, it's not impossible..."

Lu Chen slapped the table hard, and his strength was so strong that he almost slapped everything on the ground. There was a hint of cruelty between his eyebrows and eyes, and his tone was not warm: "Call your boss out."

Feng Ning glared back fiercely and looked at him with some ridicule.

The yellow-haired young man still looked careless. He stood up casually and entered the room behind him. After a while, he came out, and a middle-aged woman was still following him.

She looked like she was about forty or fifty years old, with a well-proportioned figure and a good face. Although she was wearing heavy makeup, she still had a lot of charm in her every move. She twisted her waist and walked over. When she saw the three of them shouted in surprise: "God, what are you doing? You're going to smash my table. This thing is very expensive."

"I've never seen anyone else's signature when doing business."

Feng Ning looked at her coldly and stretched out his hand: "Give me the things."

The woman put away her smile and asked in confusion: "What's the matter? Miss, don't blame our store. Your temperament is obviously a lady. You shouldn't come to our small place to grab things. In my previous life, has this lady fallen into our place?"

The callee shook his head and lingered on Feng Ning's face: "No, Sister Lan, I'm afraid that the local ladies like us have never been here. I don't know if there are any ladies who have expensive bags on their hands in the whole store, so don't blame us."
Chapter completed!