Dressing up as a man: The Revenge Girl is 14 years old

Chapter 182 Hitting the Knife Edge
This is the so-called wishful thinking.The man's side is looking for it wishful thinking, but the woman's side is wishful thinking to make him forget.

But I don't know, but nothing in this world is as simple as imagined.

If it weren't for this, there wouldn't be the sorrow of leaving people, hurting parting, withering, and empty sorrow!

Pan Qingyu in the tavern was holding a glass of wine, savoring his long and sad mood, sighed deeply, and suddenly heard the sound of crackling and slamming plates from outside.

Such a beautiful atmosphere of missing the beautiful woman, but being disturbed by life, he subconsciously frowned.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't be meddling in this nosy matter, but the evil fire that he was trying to avoid seeing has not been released!This time the troublemaker hit the knife edge.

But fortunately, he took care of this nosy business, otherwise he would leave after eating, wouldn't he run counter to the person he was thinking about day and night again!
Pan Qingjuan lifted the curtain, left the private room, and followed the sound to find it.

The troublemaker was a guest in another private room not far away from him.

Pan Qingjuan didn't say hello, and entered the door shortly.

Inside were two men.One was holding a plate containing peanuts, and was flicking the peanuts one by one on the ground. Then he let go of his hand, and the plate fell to the ground with a clatter, breaking more than eight petals.The other is sitting quietly and sipping wine, as if everything that happened in front of him has nothing to do with him.

Needless to say, the man sitting down must be the master, and the one who threw the plate is at best a bodyguard thug.

Just when Pan Qingjue was about to stand still, he bowed his fists to the sitting person and saluted.

And when the man squinted his eyes to see Pan Qingyu's appearance clearly, his eyebrows tightened obviously, and his pupils shrank subconsciously.

Pan Qingyu was a little puzzled by the man's reaction, as if the man knew him.He carefully looked at the sitting person several times, with slender eyebrows, and slightly pale square lips under the tall hooked nose.There should be no image of this person in his memory.

Pan Qingyu put away his doubts, pointed to the mess in front of him, and said solemnly: "Brothers, drinking and eating is not the way to eat like this."

The person who threw the plate withdrew his hand, stepped forward, pointed at his nose and shouted: "Go, go, eat your meal, don't mind my business."

Thinking of Pan Qingjue's blood, he has never been afraid of anything since he was a child, and he has never been pointed at by his nose.His face turned cold, and he was about to have an attack when someone lifted the curtain and came in.

"Young master, why are you here?" Su Mo'er asked Pan Qingjue in surprise as soon as he entered the door.

"Hearing the sound, come in and have a look." Pan Qingjue put down his clenched fist and said in a muffled voice.

Su Mo'er first bowed to him and said, "I have disturbed the young master's elegant mood, and I really have unavoidable difficulties. Please bear with me, young master."

After finishing speaking, he said to the person sitting there neither humble nor overbearing: "My lord, my shopkeeper said that something was broken, please compensate according to the price. I think your big shopkeeper does not lack these three hundred taels." You see, if there is anything in this store that doesn’t please you, you can pick it up tomorrow. If there are too many idle people, you can reserve the place to smash it. The small shop is open for business, and every visitor is a customer, so don’t care about the customers. Whatever tricks you like to play, the shop will accompany you to the end."

(End of this chapter)