Chapter 137

I immediately felt a little sweaty and said, "no, no, absolutely not."

"It's impossible. She said she wanted to pretend to be dead until someone got into the car and examined the wounds one by one in the dark. You don't want to lie to me. You know I hate lying most. To tell the truth, it has to be discussed. Now I'll give you one last chance," she said to me with a willow eyebrow like an experienced policeman trying a thief.

I'm a little scared by her. This little girl is a master who can say and do it. I'd better confess as soon as possible. So he quickly gave a ha ha and said, "Hey, look at my memory, but before I checked it, she was scared to cry out." I tried to avoid the important and lightly bypass her questions and pick the lightest one to carry the bag.

"Oh? Then you admit it. If my sister doesn't spend her eyes, the hole made by the bullet seems to be in her chest. How do you feel when you check?" seeing her expression, I thought I was cheated by this woman. What confession is lenient is a lie at all. It seems that the truth should be told selectively in the future, otherwise the consequences will be more serious.

"No, no, I didn't notice at that time. I didn't feel anything. I thought it was a man." I also put my head in Sanmei's ear and whispered, afraid that the girl would be embarrassed when she heard it.

"Look, that size doesn't look like a bad hand. My sister is 200 years old, not 2 years old or 12 years old. Do you want to scare me?" Sanmei whispered in my ear. At the same time, one hand slowly reached into my tactical vest at the back of my waist, pinched a piece of meat and twisted it hard. Because it was too sudden, I hummed with pain.

Shopkeeper Qian looked at me happily. When the Singaporean girl saw the pain on my face, she asked shopkeeper Qian curiously, "what's the matter with him? I'm a nursing major. Do you want me to help him?"

"It's all right. He has nervous diarrhea and has diarrhea every two hours. He has had the same problem for many years. It doesn't matter that he stole ice cream from his neighbor's house in winter when he was a child." shopkeeper Qian has opened his mouth happily. If he hadn't been a little reserved in front of the girl, he would have to laugh up and down.

I clenched my teeth and endured the pain on my waist. I wanted to find a topic quickly to distract everyone's attention. I quickly pointed to the jade pendant in the girl's hand and said, "this is a good thing. It's a pity to sell it. With this color and material, it seems that it's the old jade from my ancestors. Old jade can raise people and help the master block evil spirits. It's better to keep it."

"My family is from Chaozhou, but I didn't bring anything when I came to Singapore. There's no heirloom. When I was traveling, I picked it up from an antique shop in Hong Kong. The man on duty was a novice that day. When I saw the jade, I bought it at three times the price he charged. If he knew the market price of the jade, he would not trade it." The girl's face was full of love and satisfaction after taking advantage of defecation. I had a feeling at that time that if she and shopkeeper Qian were not a natural couple, it would be unreasonable. My heart also secretly vowed that if I hadn't set up the pair in front of me, I would write Sun Zi upside down.

But counting on the honest character of shopkeeper Qian to take the initiative, it must be impossible, so I wanted to continue to ask for the phone. But I was afraid of San Mei's misunderstanding, so I took the excuse to check whether the weapons on the assault car had entered the sand, pulled San Mei inside, and whispered that the girl looked like the old lover of shopkeeper Qian, as well as the ideas of Lao hei and me.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Sanmei did not show a woman's gossip, but frowned. She immediately walked a few steps back to the outside of the carriage, looked at the girl's beautiful face with great interest and said, "little sister, you have good skin. What kind of skin care do you use?" then she suddenly stretched out her hands and pinched them on the girl's face. But looking at that posture, it's like checking the skin. The meat is almost pulled down. I can't stand Sanmei's strength, let alone this young girl in her early 20s.

"Ah ah," the girl hid behind in pain, and her tears were coming down. Shopkeeper Qian kept her behind like an old hen and said curiously, "sister-in-law, she's scared badly enough. Don't scare her anymore."

I'm also a little puzzled by Sanmei's behavior. She never does like this. Which one is she singing today. Is it because of the lack of sleep for a long time that she has a certain tendency to abuse others? Or become more grumpy?

"What do you look at? You have compassion and you know how to cherish beauty and jade. It's not easy to make a personal leather mask to confuse fake with jade these days. You men are low-level animals who can't walk when they see a beautiful woman. They think in their lower body." San Mei scolded me and the money manager, patted the girl's face and said, "I'm sorry, I'm too cautious. I'm sorry." Then he returned to his seat and sat down, looking at the yellow sand behind the car.

At this time, I reacted. It turned out that Sanmei was worried that the woman in front of her was wearing makeup. Just now she was checking whether she had a mask on her face. Although she apologized, I didn't think what she did was wrong, but secretly admired her thoughtfulness. I didn't realize this at all. Otherwise, when I saw this woman for the first time, I started to check it. It must be heavier than Sanmei's hand. However, I can't be blamed. Disguise is always Sanmei's strong point. That's why her first reaction is that she is greasy when she hears that two people look very similar.

It's just that I haven't found out now. The atmosphere is even more embarrassing. I hold Sanmei and don't make a sound. The two men looked at the sunset behind the car and felt more inexplicable sadness at the same time. Sanmei slowly leaned her head against my shoulder. I hugged her tightly and put my ears on her head. It seemed that I wanted to hear the voice in her mind. I don't know what's going on. I actually heard a voice coming from her mind, and it was a beautiful voice like the sound of nature that suffocated me.

Just when I thought I had hallucinations or what tricks the nightmare beast played, I took a closer look at me. It turned out that what I heard was really Sanmei singing softly. Usually she only sings songs in English, French or Italian occasionally when she plays the piano. They all sound good and make a mess. Every time, she makes me a rude person who doesn't understand the rhythm infatuated.

Today, instead of singing something with a beautiful voice or a high pitched voice, she sang big BigWorld, which is often heard in the streets. Because it is an English song, I can understand some of the lyrics:

Butidofeel. But I really feel it

That I will miss you much!

Missyoumuch! I miss you very much!

I can see the first leaves falling.

It's so golden and beautiful.

It's so cold outside.

Like my inner feelings.

I suddenly realized that Sanmei was not afraid of death. What she was afraid of was separation from her relatives and lovers. Thinking of this, I hugged her tightly, and my eyes couldn't help gushing out. They slipped across my cheek and penetrated into Sanmei's black hair.

Seeing this scene, shopkeeper Qian couldn't help but red eyes, lowered his head and wiped his eyes from time to time. The girl also seemed to be infected by the sad atmosphere. She seemed to think of her boyfriend who betrayed her at that critical moment. With tears in her big eyes, she also sang softly with Sanmei. Her singing is also very beautiful. Although she doesn't come from Sanmei's martial arts background, her singing is melodious and euphemistic, and has a lasting appeal. It seems that she worked hard to learn music when she was a child.

Unfortunately, just when the atmosphere was so sad that it was like maple leaves in autumn and green silk in beauty's frost, Lao Hei suddenly stopped the car. Because the parking was too fierce, the four of us almost fell down. I only heard the girl say, "this man is really. Driving like this costs fuel and damages the car. It's the least cost-effective."

Shopkeeper Qian's eyes lit up a little when he heard it. I deliberately added fuel to the fire and said, "I can't see that you can save money. Don't beauties spend money like running water?"

She replied, "I'm a certified financial planner. Besides, there's a saying that running water flows in a long way. Every penny is worth it, and waste is intolerable. I've traveled around 16 countries in Europe with $1000. If it's like driving, I'm afraid I don't even have enough money for oil and car repair."

After she said this, shopkeeper Qian's eyes were almost emitting laser. It's not easy to see him have this expression. I wanted to continue to say something, but Lao Hei interrupted me. I just heard him jump out of the car and shout loudly, "there's a highway ahead. Do you want to cover the assault car." in his voice, he walked around the back of the car and saw that the four of us, men and women, were in tears in the carriage, which frightened him. I had to blame him for driving so fast that the four of us were blinded by sand.

"I'm not driving fast," he scratched his head in wonder and went back to drive.

In this way, we drove to the nearest city and let the Singaporean girl go first. Shopkeeper Qian took a roll of dollars and gave it to her without counting. The girl wrote down shopkeeper Qian's phone, handed shopkeeper Qian a piece of paper with his name and phone, and then stopped a taxi and left.

Lao Hei didn't leave the cab. He poked his head out of the window and asked shopkeeper Qian, "Hey, I said shopkeeper, you just let this beautiful girl go? No, it's too bad. At least have a French wet kiss or something?"

Shopkeeper Qian turned back and complained about the old gangster: "don't talk nonsense, what wet kiss and dry kiss. Also, don't yell at me. I'm only 20 and have a name, Qiu... Bai... Ling."

Lao Hei withdrew his head a little, but the window was not closed, and a word came out that almost took the money manager's breath away. He just heard him say, "I said money manager, you just let your bird fly away?"