But the fact of the restaurant is changeable. Just as Mu Qingqing's hand is about to touch the door of the box, a bodyguard suddenly comes out from the corner in front of him. Seeing that Mu Qingqing is barefoot and wearing dishwasher clothes, he looks furtive, and immediately scolds, "who are you and what are you doing?"

Startled, Mu Qingqing quickly turns back and plans to run first. However, as soon as he turns back, he hears the sound from the stairway behind him. Two bodyguards immediately stand in front of Mu Qingqing and stare at the strange woman in front of her.

Mu Qingqing, with a stiff smile, knew that he couldn't run away this time. So he planned to muddle through and said carefully, "I'm a dishwasher. I'm going to come up and see what dishes haven't been washed. Hehe..."

As soon as this sentence was said, even Mu Qingqing felt that it was too far fetched, so he had to smile bitterly with a stiff face, seeking the final meaning expectation for himself.

The bodyguard looked up and down at Mu Qingqing. Even though they came from Kyoto and didn't know him, the woman in front of her had delicate facial features, beautiful appearance and exquisite figure. In any way, she could not be a dishwasher. With Mu Qingqing's temperament, it was very difficult to play the role of dishwasher.

It is this high contrast that makes people feel more problematic.

However, what finally sold Mu Qingqing was a necklace worth more than 100000 yuan in her neck. Unfortunately, the brand of the necklace was a limited edition produced by a designer from Kyoto. How could the bodyguards around kojiyan be ordinary people? They were all senior security management personnel with professional training, and their cognitive ability of the surrounding things was also the most important One of the items you want.

Therefore, the man who was looking up and down at Mu Qingqing recognized the necklace on her neck at one glance, and then pulled it down roughly.

"It seems that the dishwasher in this restaurant is well paid. Any necklace is worth more than 100000 yuan. If you are not mistaken, this pair of high-heeled shoes are yours. Even if you have money, you may not be able to buy them." Said, the bodyguard then threw a pair of high-heeled shoes which just was thrown by Mu Qingqing at the foot of the stairs again in front of him.

Then, not waiting for mu Qingqing to speak, he sternly rebuked, "say! Who are you and why do you want to approach Mr. Koichi secretly? "

"Er..." Seeing this, Mu Qingqing knew that he couldn't say it clearly, so he planned to rush directly into xiaochiyan's box, and simply did not do it or not. Mu Qingqing pointed to the empty corridor behind the bodyguard and yelled, "Hey, why are you here..."

After diverting the bodyguard's attention, Mu Qingqing almost ran to xiaochiyan's box with all his strength. But after all, Mu Qingqing was a little woman. After half a step, she was lifted by the collar of the bodyguard who was more than 1.90 meters behind her.

"Stop for me!" The bodyguard angrily denounced. At this moment, it is enough to judge that this cunning woman must be unfavorable to xiaochiyan. Without saying a word, he winked at the bodyguards on both sides.

And in fluent Kyoto dialect, they said to each other, "I'm afraid it's the killer of other gangs in Kyoto. Take her away and kill her!"

"Oh, hey, you let me go! Let me go!" Mu Qingqing was choked by the collar. She had just taken a breath on her feet. In a twinkling of an eye, she was covered with a bag, and suddenly there was darkness in front of her.

Mu Qingqing didn't understand the Kyoto dialect at all. But when she was filming Qingcheng, the makeup artist was a real Kyoto person. At that time, Mu Qingqing always thought that the makeup time was too long and boring, so she just pestered her makeup teacher to teach her some Kyoto dialect, and she learned to play at that time.

Unexpectedly, it came into use at such a time. At least, Mu Qingqing picked out several special words in the words of the tall bodyguard.

"Take it, kill it..."

You don't have to think about it. They're talking about themselves. Mu Qingqing was flustered. If he was taken away by xiaochiyan's men and killed quietly, wouldn't it be too bad. I can't save people, but I've got my own life. It's really stupid to spread it out later.

"Let go of me, I want to see xiaochiyan, let go of me..." Mur Qingqing exclaimed, but her mouth had been blocked up with a rag. Her voice was still fading, and she could only make a whimper.

In front of my eyes, there was a strong strange smell in the cloth bag, which was disgusting. Mu Qingqing only felt that she was pulled by someone and went to the direction of the stairway. In the panic, Mu Qingqing's hand just caught the railing of the corridor. At this moment, it became a life-saving straw, so she held on to it.

"Pull it out for me and disturb Mr. Koichi. Who can afford it?" The man said, several men pull Mu Qingqing. Although Mu Qingqing is now covered with her face, she can easily imagine a scene of confusion at the foot of the stairs.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the quiet corridor. In the process of tearing, Mu Qingqing deliberately knocked over everything she could reach, such as vases and ornaments, and made a lot of noise.

After a while, the voice of kojiyan came from the box, "who is making a lot of noise outside, come in for me!"

A loud rebuke deafening, sounds like angry appearance, scared several bodyguards immediately stopped pulling on the hand, stunned for a moment."Three eight, now you wait to die!" A bodyguard lowered his voice, obviously blaming the tone of anger at Mu Qingqing. Then two people took Mu Qingqing's left and right arms and took her into xiaochiyan's box.