"Miss Mo, please come with me."
The manager made a please gesture, without directly answering Murphy's question, and turned and walked into the dimly lit alley.
Murphy felt something weird, but couldn't tell what was weird.
Out of worries about Nan Fengxiao, Morphy didn't think much, and hurriedly followed.
Along the way, all kinds of unbearable pictures are in sight, and men and women of all kinds are doing intimate things without anyone else.
Murphy's pale face was stained with a trace of crimson, keep your eyes away, and quickly follow.
The more we go, the more weird it gets. Didn't he have an accident? Why not take him to the hospital
As soon as he turned a corner, the manager stopped at the door of a dim private room, and all he could see was the light from the crack in the door.
"boom-"
There was a sound of shattering things inside. Before he had time to think, Murphy opened the door and went in.
She couldn't believe what she saw. In the luxuriously decorated room, there was a mess, and the strong smell of alcohol filled the tip of her nose.
Murphy was dumbfounded, and stood at the door blankly.
"You are... Murphy?"
Charles heard the door pushing, and when he raised his head, even a beautiful, petite woman stood at the door in despair.
Murphy recovered, a foreign man had walked up to him, and looked at himself with an unclear look.
Charles touched his chin and looked up and down at the woman in front of him. There was no trace of cosmetics on his palm-sized face, and the hair was draped softly over his shoulders, nothing special at first glance. But when you look carefully, it gives people the feeling of not eating the fireworks in the world.
He is not Chinese, but with his years of experience in reading people, she must be the best among the best.
It turns out that this guy likes this type of woman
Murphy's brain crashed, and he didn't react for a long time. It was this man who used blunt Chinese to inform himself
Murphy suddenly became excited, and grabbed Charles' clothes in an urgent tone, "How is Nan Fengxiao? Where is he?"
Thinking of him as a foreigner, Murphy paused for a while, desperately recalling the English that had been returned to the teacher, and didn't know if the grammar was wrong, anyway, she spoke Chinese English that she didn't understand.
Charles smiled, this girl, kind of funny!
"No!" Charles pointed to the corner, curled up into a ball, "I'll leave it to you!"
Howl of the South Wind
There was enough light in the private room, but there were also blind spots that couldn't be seen. No wonder she didn't see it when she came in.
Morphy pushed Charles away, and ran to Nan Feng Xiao with soft hands and feet. When he reached out, he felt cold.
Charles smiled bitterly, shook his head, and kindly reminded, "Moffey, there is a medicine box on the table, he will not let others touch him, so he has to let you come."
Murphy's face turned red and white, staring at his pale face, and said dullly: "He doesn't want others to touch him, why would he want me to touch him?"
Not long ago, he was still despising her and accusing her.
Charles raised his eyebrows and waved his hand indifferently, "Don't you? His mouth keeps calling your name."
Morphy shook her body, and hurriedly removed her hand from Nan Feng Xiao, as if she had touched something terrible.
This is Nan Fengxiao's trap again. Every time he gives her the wrong illusion and makes her addicted, and finally tells her cruelly, "You Murphy is nothing in my heart!"
Since it's nothing, why are you drunk and call her name