Black-bellied Bamboo Horse: Xiaoqingmei, I can't eat enough!

Chapter 865 All Things Are Not Going Well
Chris has studied Chinese, and although she is not proficient, her basic listening and speaking skills are okay. Now she heard Yuan Ming talking on the phone not far away, and she felt—well, this town is still too small. And... She should still learn Chinese better, it's so uncomfortable to hear that she doesn't know much about it!
"...All right, I'll check the schedule...I'll definitely go back after your exam is over, isn't that nonsense!" Yuan Ming was still talking on the phone, he took the packed paper bag and paid the money, and then He left the hotel without looking back.

After he left, Chris raised her head and exhaled softly unconsciously.

After she finished this action, she was stunned.

Ok?
I was just... avoiding him?
What is she hiding from? !
Chris clenched her teeth unconsciously.

Ever since I met Yuan Ming, I have been so strange!

no no no...

Such a self is not like the original self.

Chris paused holding the knife and fork for a while, and when she started again, both her expression and mentality finally returned to normal. She calmly and gracefully cut the foie gras on the plate, as if the previous two times always An awkward and awkward person is not like her.
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As time passed day by day, Yuan Ming stared at Zhang Meng all day long, but he still couldn't find anything.

He really doesn't know now whether Zhang Meng hid it too well or whether the investigation intelligence really went wrong.

Yuan Ming sent several emails to Luo Jia about Zhang Bang's situation, but the reply he got was three simple words: "Continue to investigate."

Check... What is he checking? !
He wanted to investigate, but the problem was that Zhang Meng had nothing to investigate!
On this day, Yuan Ming was writing a thesis in his room, while his opposite door, Zhang Meng, was playing games.

He really couldn't figure it out, he was also a top student in Cambridge, why he was so addicted to games and couldn't extricate himself?

Yuan Ming wondered more than once how this guy got into Cambridge.

Could it be that the professor who interviewed him was blind? !
Except for Chris next door to YY who just plays games all day long, he has no one at all...

Wait a minute, playing games? !

Yuan Ming's fingers on the keyboard froze.

He subconsciously looked in the direction of the door, and could vaguely hear Zhang Meng talking into the earphone.

Yuan Ming always thought that he played games too loudly, so every time Zhang Meng played games, he would put on headphones and listen to music.

Yuan Ming frowned, took off the earphones, then stood up quietly, and walked to the closed door to listen to the sound from the opposite door.

"... Up up up up! His remaining blood flashed! ... I was charged! Give shield give shield! By the way, brother! ...... Tap tap tap tap tap... oh yeah! Win win win! Nice!"

This is obviously just a normal conversation when playing games.

Yuan Ming frowned, looked at the recording pen in his hand, and returned to the computer to pass the recording to Luo Jia.

He didn't know what was wrong here, but his intuition told him that there must be some details that he ignored or couldn't hear.

After finishing all this, Yuan Ming didn't go out. He was in a complicated mood, so he took out a pack of cigarettes and went to the balcony.

The sky in London is always cloudy, as if there will be a downpour in the next second.

He stood by the railing, lit a cigarette and took a deep puff, then slowly exhaled a puff of pale smoke.

"Cough cough..."

Suddenly there was a coughing sound.

Yuan Ming frowned vigilantly and looked over, and saw Chris who was also leaning against the railing, holding a red wine glass.

"Sorry." Yuan Ming nodded to her, and then extinguished the cigarette butt.

Tsk... even smoking a cigarette can hinder others, really... everything is not going well.

Chris looked at him and shook her head, raised her hand to bring the glass to her lips, and took a sip of the wine.

Yuan Ming really wanted to talk to someone right now, whoever he wanted, whatever he wanted to say.

He turned to look at Chris and asked, "Are you drinking?"

"..." Well, Uncle Yuan, you asked this question, and those who didn't know thought you were always blind.

Chris just shook her glass at him and asked casually, "Do you want it?"

"I have it here." Yuan Ming said, turned and went back to the room, and brought out a bottle of red wine after a while. He poured himself a glass of wine, and then raised his glass to Chris.

There was always a slight smile on the corner of Chris's mouth, elegant and charming.

Both reached out their hands, clinked their glasses lightly, and then took a sip of the wine in their respective glasses.

"You have something on your mind?"

After drinking for three rounds, Chris was more casual and asked him a question casually.

Yuan Ming nodded, looked at the students hurrying to and fro on the street holding books and said, "Yes, but I don't know how to say it."

Chris looked at him with a light smile: "What's wrong? Girlfriend broke up?"

Yuan Ming was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly and shook his head: "Where is the girlfriend, it's about work."

Well, he is really right, it is indeed a matter of work, but it is not a job on the surface.

Chris looked at him with some doubts, then nodded clearly, and looked at him with a smile: "Oh, yes, I often heard from my classmates that there is a senior named Yuan Ming who is very powerful and founded his own company in school. company."

Yuan Ming shook his head helplessly, looked at her and said, "Compared to the Hall Group, I can only be regarded as a child's play."

Chris was obviously a little surprised. She never told anyone about her family background, and she only spoke a few words to Yuan Ming. How did he know?
Seeing the question in her eyes, Yuan Ming replied casually, "It's not hard to guess, is it?"

Chris shook her head: "I thought I covered it up well."

Yuan Ming just laughed, noncommittal to her words.

"Do you like to observe people?" Chris was still curious about him.

Yuan Ming was still smiling. He drank the wine in his glass and said while pouring, "Believe me, to understand you, you don't need to observe for a long time."

Chris was obviously dissatisfied with his attitude, so she snorted softly and stopped talking.

Seeing that she was unhappy, Yuan Ming laughed unconsciously, and raised his glass to her again: "Okay, I admit, I'm really good at observation, Miss Hall won't be angry about this, right?"

Seeing his appearance, Chris burst out laughing.

Yuan Ming drank another glass of wine, but the phone rang.

He glanced at Chris, um, she probably can't understand Chinese, right?
Thinking of this, Yuan Ming picked up the phone without any hassle: "Hey, Brother Jia, did you receive the item?"

"Yuan Mingqing, it's me!" Jiang Qingyu's voice came from the other end of the phone, "I analyzed the audio you sent, and I can tell from the sound of his typing on the keyboard that this guy is definitely not typing. Game! Go and see what he is doing!"

"Huh?" Yuan Ming frowned, and looked in the direction of his own door suspiciously.

(End of this chapter)