The next day, early morning.

Qin Lang was awakened by the vibration of his cell phone.

The blood-colored mandala felt uncomfortable from the head of the bed, took the phone over, stuffed it into Qin Lang's hand, and said with resentment:

I'm so sleepy! Who was in the morning?

I don’t know if you want to have a good rest? I want to call this time?

Qin Lang glanced at the call and reminded him that it was Chu Mengyao, and he didn't want to, so he hung up directly.

By the way, I turned off my phone and left it aside, and didn't bother me and continued to sleep.

After pulling the quilt and hugging the blood-colored mandala, Qin Lang closed his eyes again.

This sleep went straight to the afternoon.

Before he woke up in a daze, he could smell the scent of food.

He opened his eyes, moved his body, leaned against the head of the bed, and lit a cigarette.

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I saw that the Blood-colored Mandala had brought a folding small table and placed it beside the bed in the bedroom. There were several dishes on it, all divided on plates.

Seeing Qin Lang relaxingly looking at the side, the blood-colored mandala said with some confidence that these dishes were ordered takeaway, and I don’t know how to cook, just eat some and fill your stomach.

As a professional killer, she can stab someone with a knife, but she can use a spatula? She really doesn't know how to start.

I could only order a few takeaways and distributed them on the plate, pretending to be home-cooked dishes. I was caught and I could only call them honestly.

Is it not important that you do it, as long as you have the intention? Qin Lang smiled playfully. I still remember that when you saw me, you would always fight me to the death and stab me with a knife. I didn’t expect how long it took?

Not only can you fall asleep peacefully at your home, but you can also enjoy delicious food to fill your stomach when you wake up.

Extinguished most of the cigarette in the ashtray, Qin Lang turned over, walked to the table, picked up the chopsticks and wanted to pick up a piece of sauerkraut fish, but the blood-colored mandala slapped it with his hands, shook his head and urged him

He said, go wash your face and brush your teeth, otherwise, you are not allowed to eat.

Qin Lang is suspicious, is he a killer who is still obsessed with cleanliness?

In his opinion, shouldn’t killers sleep in the open? Sometimes, in order to squat, they may eat irregularly for several days, and they also pay attention to brushing their teeth before eating or not?

The Blood-colored Mandala ignored it and brought a bottle of mouthwash and handed it to Qin Lang's hand to rinse his mouth. At the same time, he used a wet towel to wipe the marks of lipstick on his face clean.

Only when I couldn't see the lipstick that appeared in large quantities did I soothe a breath of turbid air.

A sense of shame rose in my heart. I don’t know what happened. She was obviously not of this kind of person before, but last night, she seemed to be crazy, holding Qin Lang and gnawing it, chewing it with lipstick marks on her face.

She made up her mind that she would never do such a thing again next time.

Too unreasonable!

She doesn't look like the top three in the killer list. How could this be her style of conduct?

She is a gold medal killer with a proud career!

Next time, you must never apply lipstick again!

By the way, who was so ignorant in the morning? Blood Mandala asked curiously, scooping a bowl of wolfberry pork rib soup and put it in front of Qin Lang.

Qin Lang looked down and drank it all, sipped a few wolfberry pieces, and said indifferently, Chu Mengyao, who else could it be? Most of the news that Lin Shuang died all over her body was known, as if she had discovered it.

Some clues have been found, and I am looking for trouble.

It was her again? The blood-colored mandala frowned and looked a little unhappy.

Qin Lang deliberately joked, why, do you want to do it?

Blood-colored mandala shook her head, that's not possible. As a killer, I have professional qualities. How could I kill people so much for no reason? In any case, I have to get a reward to take action.

Even I have to pay? Qin Lang stared at the eyes of the blood-colored mandala, trying to see her little thoughts, but unexpectedly, the blood-colored mandala is reasonable and others can discuss it, but this Chu Meng

Yao, although I think she is very unhappy, the woman seems to have something to do with her sister and is very close.

Qin Lang hesitated for a while, what do you mean?

Blood-colored mandala scooped up another bowl of wolfberry pork rib soup and placed it in front of Qin Lang. He spoke slowly and slowly, and he had to add more money.

Cough cough cough! Qin Lang coughed suddenly and choked.

The blood-colored mandala rolled her eyes in anger. She knew that this soup nourishes her body, but don’t be so anxious!

An hour-long dinner wasted sixty minutes.

The lay Buddhist added money and scooped wolfberry pork rib soup again and again, which was quite a straightforward meaning in it. It was like a girl saying that she had a stomachache, and a boy saying that she drank more hot water.

Last night, Qin Lang complained that his waist was a little sore, but he was forced to drink five bowls of wolfberry pork rib soup.

After dinner, the blood-colored mandala started again. While packing up her clothes, she tinkered with her night clothes and began to choose from the murderous weapon on the wall.

Qin Lang happened to leave, and glanced at him and said strangely, "What? Is there another mission tonight?"

Well, the blood-colored mandala didn't return, and she would tell her sister later that she would go out, temporarily numb her nerves, and then come back to get rid of Chu Mengyao.

One sentence made Qin Lang confused. I didn’t say I had to pay the compensation!

Don't be nervous if you don't have money. The blood-colored mandala shook his head, carried a pure black night clothes, and looked back. As long as you come here again tonight, this task will be worth it!

Damn it!

Even Qin Lang, a veritable villain, was a little shocked when he encountered such a scene.

How come this is the villain boss?

If you don’t care about money, you dare to greed for his body?

No wonder, I stuffed five bowls of wolfberry pork rib soup in one breath.

Just fucking, I have been planning for a long time!

After wasting most of the hour and calming down the impetuous mood of the blood-colored mandala, Qin Lang went out.

He just made a joke, Chu Mengyao has already taken the bait now.

Kill it, isn’t that in vain?!

Taking a seat on Maybach, who had been waiting outside the community for a long time, Junzi drove the car smoothly and rushed towards the address Chu Mengyao sent.

Yulongwan villa area, Building King.

The door of Chu Mengyao's house is open and waiting for a long time.

I'm still bringing a bodyguard when I come? Why, can you think you are a big man and are worried about being bullied by me and a girl?

Chu Mengyao snorted lightly and glanced at Junzi who was following him, a little dissatisfied.

Staring at Qin Lang's beautiful eyes, there was a strong sense of resentment!

I think there are too many people? Then I will leave? Qin Lang stood up.

Chu Mengyao snorted angrily, why are you doing so anxious? Do you feel guilty or do you feel that what you did is not finished and you have to go back and use your relationship to resolve it?

In her words, there was a sense of compulsion, her beautiful eyes were full of confidence, and she had a sense of the overall situation that Zhizhu was holding.

Qin Lang was happy, and was not in a hurry. He sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said with great interest, Your tone seemed to have grabbed some handle from me. You said? Keep saying, don't care,

Everyone here is their own people, so there is no need to hide it.

Are you sure? Chu Mengyao glanced at Junzi, and was not afraid that others would find out about the bad things he did? Lin

She wanted to speak but stopped, as if she was reminding her.

What Lin? Is Lin Shuangquan? No, no, you think Lin Shuangquan's death has something to do with me, right? Qin Lang stared at Chu Mengyao with a sneer on his face as if he was looking at a fool.

This behavior made Chu Mengyao crazy.

She had guessed that Qin Lang would perform, be nervous, get angry, or even threaten her.

But I never expected that it was the current manifestation and I didn't care at all, as if there was nothing to do with it.

Qin Lang, don’t go too far! Others don’t know, can I still not know?

Lin Shuangquan's death was definitely not a coincidence! How could such a coincidence be possible in the world?

After you cheated him for 1.2 billion, he suddenly died suddenly?

Take a step back and say that even if you didn’t find someone to do it, Lin Shuangquan’s death will be inseparable from you!

Chu Mengyao scolded her anger and the anger in her heart suddenly rose.

So, what do you mean? What do you want me to do? Qin Lang casually glanced at the Junzi who was waiting for him.

If an outsider saw Junzi's reaction, he would probably feel that he was nervous and would take action in the next second to control Chu Mengyao.

But who is Qin Lang? How could he not know what Junzi was thinking?

Junzi's reaction was not nervous? He was just listening attentively and grasping the knowledge points firmly.

It's almost like I'm taking my laptop out and pointing out the key points!

Really a good student who is dedicated to listening!

Apologize to me and apologize to me for the things you have done to me before! Otherwise, I will tell all the news I know to the acquaintances in the bureau! Chu Mengyao stared at Qin Lang coldly,
To be continued...