It's night, the third ring road of the imperial capital, Angelica Bar.
In order to entertain Jiang Fuyue, Niu Chunhua set up a table of... enn... hot pot in the largest private room in the store.
Jiang Fuyue was wearing suspenders and heated pants, her slender arms and Liu Chang's legs were exposed, and her long hair was hanging down. At first glance, she looked like a hot girl in a nightclub.
"Coming?" Niu Chunhua stepped forward in surprise.
Today she is wearing a bright red cheongsam, which is well tailored and outlines a perfect figure. If there is a little more flesh, it will be fat, and if there is less flesh, it will be sticky. And she is not too much, not too little, just right.
It's just the color of the cheongsam...
"Why are you dressed like a rotten tomato again?"
Niu Chunhua: "..."
Niu Rui: "Hahahaha..." I want to laugh my head off!
"Shut up!" A sharp eye flew over.
Under his mother's death gaze, Niu Rui immediately stopped speaking, but the corners of his mouth raised and could not be suppressed no matter how hard he tried.
Niu Chunhua's eyes showed resentment: "So the Rotten Tomatoes stalk can't be passed, right?"
Jiang Fuyue spread her hands together: "My fault."
The three of them sat together, the pot was already boiling, and Niu Rui started to put food into it.
Jiang Fuyue: "I don't want corn."
Niu Chunhua: "Don't plant corn for her."
The two spoke almost at the same time. Niu Chunhua turned her head and looked at her. A gleam of water quickly flashed in her eyes, mixed with other emotions, which was extremely complicated.
Sure enough, even the taste is exactly the same as before...
Jiang Fuyue didn't seem to know what she was thinking, and smiled back lightly.
Niu Rui snorted, not quite sure what charades these two women were playing, and not curious either.
Move the chopsticks, skip the corn, and put down the shiitake mushrooms next to it.
Then came plate after plate of meat.
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows, she likes meat when eating hot pot, she doesn't touch vegetarian dishes very much.
Niu Chunhua snorted, with a bit of pride: "Don't think that you know me well, I know a lot about you too."
Jiang Fuyue twitched the corner of her mouth: "Then I really thank you."
Niu Chunhua waved his hand, "You're welcome."
"..."
"Any news about Master?" Jiang Fuyue asked.
Last time, she defined the search area for Niu Rui. After so many days, there should be results.
When Niu Chunhua heard this, she couldn't help but look at her son.
Niu Rui felt his scalp go numb under the gaze of the two female demon gods, and the chopsticks in his hand trembled accordingly, and the fat beef he had just scooped up fell steadily back into the soup.
He smacked his lips, retracted his hands, and sat down: "I followed what you said, focusing on the Dongcheng District area, especially the nearby schools and Internet cafes, but there were no qualified candidates."
"The manpower has also been sent out?"
Jiang Fuyue knows that Qianji Pavilion is used to using the Sky Eye network to increase data analysis, so she may not send someone out to look for it.
Unexpectedly, Niu Rui nodded his head: "Sky Eye is the main focus, big data provides the direction of investigation, and then send people out to search on the spot."
But still nothing.
Not to mention Ye Qianji himself, even the traces left by him could not be touched.
Jiang Fuyue frowned.
Niu Rui was also silent for a moment.
Suddenly, "How did they find it?"
"ah?"
"I refer to the aspect of appearance discrimination."
"Oh, I'll send the master's photo to everyone, and everyone will have one for comparison."
It can never go wrong, can it
Jiang Fuyue suddenly had a bad premonition: "What photo?"
"...Hey, this is this one." Niu Rui picked up the iPad, fiddled with it and handed it over.
Jiang Fuyue bowed her head and swept away, and couldn't help the corners of her mouth twitching wildly.
I saw a young man in a suit and leather shoes in the photo, with handsome eyebrows, a gentle smile on his lips, and a personable demeanor, like a gentleman.
Niu Rui swallowed: "Yes, what's the problem?"
Jiang Fuyue directly opened the photo editing software, swiped her finger on the screen, and clicked to save.
Then he returned the iPad to Niu Rui: "Just look for it like this."
Niu Rui took a closer look, and the next second, he almost burst out laughing.
In the photo, the originally handsome man had slack muscles, wrinkles, and spots of age spots. His oily back was replaced with dry and messy white hair. At first glance, it looked like a sparrow's nest.
And the broad suit was replaced by a tattered undershirt.
It turned out that there was only a photo editing software in between from handsome and handsome to slovenly.
"This, this, this..." Niu Rui pointed at the photo, his whole body was not well, his eyes widened, full of suspicion.
Jiang Fuyue nodded with certainty: "That's right, this is the true face of your patriarch."
Ye Qianji: The dog smashed his disciples and grandchildren, and blackmailed me behind my back!
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"This is the bar you were talking about?" Zhong Ziang stood in front of the gate with his hands in his pockets, looking at the word "Danggui" made up of blue colored lights on the signboard with black background and gold border.
"That's right, Brother Ang! Even though this bar is located on the third ring road, it's a bit far from the city center. It's unremarkable, but the business is booming."
"Really?" Zhong Ziang chuckled, and a haze suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"Of course," the man saw that he was interested, and tried his best to please him, "It is said that it is because the proprietress here is so charming and beautiful, and she is better at entertaining guests than Emgrand! Cough... I heard from my dad that Mr. Zhong also works here regulars."
Mr. Zhong refers to Zhong Yunyi, Zhong Ziang's own father.
"Why haven't I heard my dad mention it?" He suppressed his voice, every word seemed to be choked out of his throat.
Those who have a good relationship with Zhong Ziang knew that he was angry when they heard it.
Moreover, the gas is not small.
But the second generation posted it halfway through, and they didn't know anything about Zhong Ziang at all. They thought they were flattering and got the idea, so they spared no effort: "How could their adults tell us about this kind of thing? I heard it secretly. It is said that Mr. Zhong It is also the guest of the proprietress... "
boom!
Zhong Ziang couldn't take it anymore, he punched the man on the bridge of the nose, rolled his eyes, and fainted immediately.
He looked up and looked at the signboard with a blank expression.
Ah…
Angelica
He wants to see today, who is this coquettish proprietress looking forward to!
"Go, follow me in."