Chapter 269: Just ask a few questions and you’ll know

Looking at the bustling street, Zhou Xiaoxing put away the phone, turned around, and went to Mengluo Bar.

I haven’t seen Mengluo for a few days, and I miss her very much.

In less than forty minutes, his car arrived at the door of the bar. Before he got out of the car, he heard Meng Luo's exaggerated voice.

"No, I read it right. This is Zhou Xiaoxing, a frequent visitor who appears in newspapers every day."

He quickly got out of the car, naturally held the speaker's waist, touched her nose, turned around and walked into the bar. Not long after, the two of them arrived at the bar.

"First of all, if you want to say it like that, we are all good friends. It's like it's the first time we meet."

After saying hello to Wen Li and ordering two glasses of juice, Zhou Xiaoxing handed it to Meng Luo, took a sip of the juice and asked.

"No, it's fun, just say it casually."

Normally, when Meng Luo sees Zhou Xiaoxing, her eyes almost look like his. Today, this one's eyes are very cold, with a sense of alienation. She is not Meng Luo.

The hand on her waist was immediately retracted, Zhou Xiaoxing was still smiling, and he carefully observed Meng Luo who was not Meng Luo in front of him. Her appearance and figure had not changed, and the enthusiasm was gone.

Cold.

She is smiling at the moment, but her smile has no warmth and is fake.

"Mengluo, when did we first meet?"

Whether it is Mengluo or not, you will know after just asking a few questions.

"Ah, uh, oh, I will remember it after such a long time. Xiaoxing, eh, Dianjie suddenly asked about this?"

I can’t answer, one quarter is not Mengluo, but it’s true as she said, the time is too far away, let alone her, Zhou Xiaoxing himself doesn’t even remember it.

"No, I just haven't seen you for a few days, and I miss the old times. By the way, have you paid back Hussein's two million?"

It's impossible for Meng Luo not to remember this. For the two million, she was almost insulted by Hussein. If it weren't for Zhou Xiaoxing's help, she might have...

"Two million, Hou, Hou Meayin, Mesayin, Husayme, I paid it back, I paid it back a long time ago."

The answer is yes, half of them are not Mengluo.

Zhou Xiaoxing's face became serious, and the smile in the corner of his eyes no longer existed. To be cautious, he asked two questions in a row. Meng Luo in front of him unexpectedly did not answer correctly.

It’s 100% not Mengluo.

She is not Meng Luo. Wen Li, who has been working here, didn’t notice?

Zhou Xiaoxing smiled at Meng Luo, drank the juice in one gulp, turned the empty glass downward, pointed to the bar, turned and left.

Wen Li is still pure and cute. She is wearing a one-size-fits-all waiter's clothes, which makes her look thinner. It cannot be said that Wen Li is thin, and her good figure is shown in slightly bigger clothes. It's not accurate, either.

Wen Li has lost weight recently.

Without enough time to care about Wen Li's weight, Zhou Xiaoxing came in front of her, ordered a cup, and lowered his head slightly.

"Ali, uh, has your sister Meng encountered anything strange recently?"

A good person turns into a second person, either because something evil happens or someone casts a charm on him, just like a female monster drops an ice charm on a dead person's head to harm him.

"Dian Jie asks, do you want to marry our boss's wife?"

When Wen Li heard this, she raised her feet and leaned against the bar. Sister Meng had fallen in love with Zhou Xiaoxing for more than a day. Wen Li was so patient in doing things here. She had never heard of a second man from Sister Meng.

name.

Especially recently, Sister Meng always mentions Zhou Xiaoxing intentionally or unintentionally, but she looks weird and grits her teeth, as if Zhou Xiaoxing has done something sorry for her.

Wen Li asked her, she just said that she was thinking about Zhou Xiaoxing's performance, and didn't say anything else.

When Zhou Xiaoxing came tonight, he asked several questions about their previous experiences, and when he came over as an excuse to ask her such a non-issue question, Wen Li could only think that good things would happen for the two of them.
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"Be serious, Ali, do you think this Mengluo is not the Mengluo we know? She gives off a cold, aloof and cool feeling, which is very different from the cheerful, optimistic and positive Mengluo before."

Uh... Wen Li really didn't feel it at this level. Apart from saying hello to Meng Luo at work and off work, her other contact was just to talk about the bar's inventory and the special consumption habits of some customers.<

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"Xiaoxing, what do you want to talk about?"

This question was the answer. Wen Li didn't notice the difference, and she didn't blame her. She was not Zhou Xiaoxing, and she had so many skills.

"It's okay, I just asked casually. By the way, Ali, you have lost a lot of weight, is there nothing wrong with it?"

Since he couldn't ask anything from Wen Li, Zhou Xiaoxing picked up the juice and sat down when he was about to leave. Wen Li was getting thinner. Out of concern for his friend, he asked.

"You can see it. I told Zhang Lang that I lost weight, and he didn't believe me. Now that you say so, I must tell him."

Seeing Zhou Xiaoxing's urging gaze, Wen Li picked up a bottle of red wine next to her, rubbed it involuntarily, lowered her head for half a second, and then slowly raised her head with a happy look on her face.

"Lang Zhang and I are getting married. In order to wear the wedding dress Ann designed for me, I didn't even eat dinner for two weeks."

Huh?

This is about beauty rather than life!

Wen Li is getting married, did Ann explain anything during tea time that day?

As soon as this question arose, the scene of Uncle Da's death ending the topic appeared in Zhou Xiaoxing's mind. Not to mention Ann, even he would not announce the happy event of his good sister in a situation where he would be blocked as soon as he spoke.
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"Ali, I haven't heard you talk about getting married. Do you think you don't treat me as a friend first?"

Seeing the blush on Wen Li's face, she didn't bother to remind her to take care of herself. You are already very thin like this. If you lose weight, you will become a paper figure. Why don't you inform him after asking such an important matter first?

"You also said that I need to be able to contact you. I'm a busy man. I heard that you solved another big case recently. I met you in our bar."

Wen Li has long wanted to contact Zhou Xiaoxing. He is now so rich and powerful. If he comes to her wedding with Zhang Lang, he will definitely give a big red envelope. Not only that, their wedding may make the headlines in the newspapers.<

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But he really couldn't be found. Zhang Lang told Li Sir many times that he should tell Zhou Xiaoxing no matter what, but Li Sir couldn't see Zhou Xiaoxing for a long time.

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He suddenly showed up tonight. If he didn't mention Wen Li losing weight, Wen Li wouldn't be able to remember it.

"Yes, the case is quite strange. Don't talk about it. Give me the invitations at some time. I will attend your and Zhang Lang's wedding no matter how busy I am."

After Zhou Xiaoxing said this, he took out a wad of money from his pocket, placed it in front of Wen Li, and continued.

"This is my little blessing, and there will be more on the official wedding day."

This is... too much, it’s quite sudden.

Wen Li pushed the red wine away and pushed the money back. Zhou Xiaoxing was too embarrassed and could only refuse for a while.

"What are you doing, Wenli, do you think you are too young?"

"No."

This wad of money, at least 50,000 to 60,000 yuan, is definitely a lot. Wen Li is not someone who has never seen money before, but Zhou Xiaoxing's simple and crude way of expressing her feelings shocked her.

"Then accept it. If I have something to do and can't go that day, this is considered an apology."

Worried that Wen Li still had a reason not to accept it, Zhou Xiaoxing told the worst case scenario and pushed the money over. When Wen Li looked at him seriously for several times, she blinked her raised eyelashes, lowered her head and put away the money, the corners of his mouth raised.

, took the juice and walked towards Meng Luo.

The person has disappeared, and the door to the private room at the end of the bar is open.

Is this the plan’s true nature?

As soon as I took a step, my arm was pulled by someone. The fingers were slender and muscular, and there were calluses on the joints of the index and middle fingers. It was none other than Wen Li.

"Ali, if you think it's not enough, I'll give it more..."

Zhou Xiaoxing turned around and put her hand into her arms, but Wen Li stopped her by shaking her head slightly.

"Xiaoxing, I suddenly remembered that Sister Meng always likes to go to a place after the bar closes these nights. I thought she was looking for you before. Remembering what you asked first, I think this is a bit strange."
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To be more specific, Zhou Xiaoxing leaned forward, placed the juice cup, glanced casually to both sides to make sure no one noticed him, and stuck his head over.

"The place where Sister Meng went every night was a villa in the middle of the mountain. Well, it's not really a villa. It looks like a big warehouse. Xiaoxing, I'm not investigating Sister Meng. I'm worried about her. I haven't heard about her.

After moving to a new house, I asked Zhang Lang to check it out."

Good check, I won’t use it next time.

"Thank you, I understand."

Without saying much, Zhou Xiaoxing drank the juice in one breath, handed the empty glass to Wen Li, and expressed her sincere thanks.

With a cold face, aloof personality, and a warehouse-style villa, combined, the female monster is not dead yet, or not completely dead yet.

Zhou Xiaoxing asked questions one step at a time: Don't call Uncle Feng over. He can't handle it alone. The female monster will turn into Meng Luo. She is not Meng Luo. The real Meng Luo is in the pocket, and what is her intention...

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Until I walked to the door of the private room, I saw Meng Luo wearing a black suspender belt, revealing her long white legs, lying on her side on the bed, looking at Zhou Xiaoxing affectionately.

Cold!

"Aqiu."

To go in or not to go in, that is the question.

"Xiaoxing, why don't you recognize me after not seeing me for a few days?"

Meng Luo asked gently. She had already sat up as she spoke, her legs together at 45 degrees with her upper body, her expression charming and alluring, her eyes full of greed.
To be continued...