The Evil Wife of the Rebirth of the Shang Family

Chapter 93 The Bad Woman (2)
"Have you ever thought about where you will go to college in the future?" Zhuoer said suddenly.

"Well, no."

"With your artistic talent, you should study hard." Zhuoer raised his head and looked at Meng Shuixin, "I believe that in the future you will become one of the best painters in China and even in the world."

Seeing Zhuoer's serious expression, Meng Shuixin suddenly leaned on the neatly trimmed bushes behind him, raised his injured hand in front of his eyes, looked at the mottled tree shadow through his fingers and said: " I'm not interested in being a painter or anything!"

Drow looked at the girl beside him. This calm and serene girl seemed to be different from the imposing girl in front of Halfhand just now.

"Then what do you want to do?" Drow asked subconsciously, seeing that the girl had no desire to answer, he stopped asking.

After the boy healed all his wounds, the girl suddenly and unexpectedly pulled Zall's clothes from the back.

Fortunately, Zall had unbuttoned two of his shirt buttons, otherwise his clothes would probably be torn.

Just like that, the boy's entire back was exposed to the air, with a long and deep red mark running across his back.

Drow was just about to pull up his clothes when he saw the girl take out the ointment from the bag and apply it to the wound behind him bit by bit with her fingers, accompanied by the girl's slightly low voice : "What do I want to do..."

The medicine on the back felt cold, but Zhuoer felt that even if it was winter, the temperature in the girl's hands was cold at the moment: "I want to kill people! It is said that this is a very interesting thing!"

Kill those people one by one, with bloody hands, and then look at their hideous expressions in the pool of blood!
It should be interesting, right?

Hehe, look, why do you guys want to provoke me?

From my previous life to this life, I am not a person who tolerates enemies!
The girl's hands trembled slightly, and her shoulders were suddenly supported by a pair of hands. She looked at Drow and smiled, a little weirdly.

Zhuoer broke free from the girl's hand, put on his clothes, and said, "Do you want to drink something? I know there is a bar here, and Feile likes it very much."

Meng Shuixin regained her senses and nodded.

The bar is at the intersection of the intersection not far away, and the name is "Mingyue Pavilion".

But because it belongs to a high-end consumer area, there are not many people. There is a singer singing inside, quiet and indifferent.

The decoration is very chic, almost all of which are made of imitation wood materials. There is a wind chime hanging on the wooden gate at the door. As soon as you enter, you can hear the jingling wind chime when you open the door.

The whole bar gives people a feeling of flowing water on a small bridge. There is a small pool in the center with red carp in it. A small arch bridge on the small pool is transparent. You can squat down and see the water through it. Smart carp.

The tables and benches are made of wood, with some antique designs, and there are ancient ink landscape paintings on the walls.

The decoration of the whole bar is like a small tea house in ancient times, demure and elegant.

Meng Shuixin brushed the wooden table lightly with his hands. Although it looked inconspicuous, the furniture inside was made of good wood, and there was no careful design. There was even a carved pattern on the back of the chair. Tiny pearls.

The waiter led the two people to a table near the arch bridge and asked about their order.

Sitting at this table, you can hear the sound of running water in the pool, and occasionally the light rain will jump up and splash a little.

"A pot of sweet-scented osmanthus, a glass of orange juice." Zhuoer said.

"Wait, what about me?" Meng Shuixin looked at the menu and said.

Drow frowned: "You don't like orange juice? Then what else is there?"

The waiter was just about to speak, but was interrupted by Meng Shuixin: "How is your Tequila Sunrise here?"

"Miss is really lucky. Our store manager's specials this week are Mojito and Tequila Sunrise, and we don't usually make cocktails." The waiter said with a smile.

Meng Shuixin looked at Zhuo Er and said to the waiter: "Just another glass of plain water, as for the sweet-scented osmanthus."

"This..." The waiter looked at Zall with some hesitation.

Drow nodded.

Meng Shuixin snorted and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Drow asked.

"Do I look like I can't afford it? Why do I ask for your opinion?" Meng Shuixin said while playing with the menu cards.

"I didn't expect you to drink." Drow said.

"There are so many things you didn't expect!" Meng Shuixin looked at the female singer on stage, and hummed along with the female singer's voice.

"I didn't expect you to like Tequila Sunrise..." Zhuoer said, "I don't even understand why I only have a glass of water to drink?"

"You were injured. Anyway, it's because of my injury. If it's serious, I can't bear the responsibility." Meng Shuixin smiled.

At this time, Meng Shuixin and Zhuo Er were chatting about their favorite painter, and the waiter just now had already walked into the bar with a plate, and said to a man in his 20s: "Boss, a glass of Tequila Sunrise."

The man was talking to a friend. After being interrupted by the waiter, he and the friend turned their heads together. The man smiled and said, "I haven't got the menu yet, so you placed the order for me?"

"Boss, I didn't recommend it, but the lady ordered it. It's strange to say that our shop manager's special tune has never been repeated every month. Moreover, no one has ever guessed what you will tune, boss." The waiter Putting the list aside, he said, "Here, it's the girl over there. However, that girl doesn't look very old. Is she an adult? But you can't sell alcohol to minors."

"Tequila Sunrise?" The man smiled, looking at his friends beside him, "Which one?"

"No, that's the girl..." The waiter pointed to her.

The man saw the smile of his friend deepened, and asked, "Jing Rong, do you know that girl?"

And the boy next to the man finally raised his head, his face was more gentle under the yellowish light, but at the moment it was covered with a smile of unknown meaning: "It's just a classmate."

"Would you like to say hello?" The man said, and he began to look at the girl not far away who was joking with other boys. Suddenly, she sank her eyes thoughtfully, and touched the tiny The bearded chin said, "That dress?"

(End of this chapter)