"Where are we going back with you?" Xiao Zi smiled, "I haven't drunk the wine I ordered in the box yet. It's so expensive!"

Xiao Zi looked at the man.

She didn't know how he came to London. The man was wearing a crisp dark shirt and black trousers. He looked calm and cold, but also unkind, just like the cold rain outside the window.

She didn't know if it was still raining outside.

Meng Chen is quite capable of finding Night.

Oh, how could she forget that he has always been very capable.

He and Master Qiao are both the master's proud disciples, and he has enjoyed great success following Master Qiao these years.

If there is wind, you will get wind; if there is rain, you will get rain.

It doesn't take much trouble to find her.

"You're in London and you go out to drink every day? Xiao Zi, why didn't you drink yourself to death!" Meng Chen dragged her out.

The people in the private room did not dare to stop him and allowed Meng Chen to take Xiao Zi away.

Sister Wu on the ground groaned and was in so much pain that she couldn't move.

Xiao Zi held on to the wall and refused to leave: "Let me go, and I will take my people away."

She looked at the boy on the sofa, no, she had to take him away.

"Your person? I become yours once I meet you, so what does it mean if I've known you for more than ten years?" How could Meng Chen comply? He pried off her fingers and dragged her away.

Xiao Zi stretched out her leg and hooked him.

However, these tricks were of no use to Meng Chen.

Taught by a master, Meng Chen was naturally familiar with her every move.

What's more, Meng Chen is inherently more capable than her.

Xiao Zi couldn't beat him and was even more unhappy.

"What are you doing in London? Where are you taking me? I have to go back to my box..." Xiao Zi punched and kicked, not following the routine at all.

He was familiar with her route anyway, so she might as well not follow the route.

She scratched Meng Chen's face with her fingernail polish!

"hiss--"

Meng Chen felt in pain, frowned, and looked at her coldly.

Xiao Zi also stared at him.

"What do you want me to do? If you want to take me away, go and pay for the drinks, otherwise I won't go with you." Xiao Zi said indifferently.

"Do you live this kind of life every day in London? Drinking, smoking and picking up men?"

"Are you envious of me? I feel so comfortable living like this, and I never get tired of it. A different pack of cigarettes a day, a different man every day. Do you want me to teach you how to play?" Xiao Zi looked at him, "But,

You probably can't play with someone as boring as Senior Brother Meng. I don't like playing with you either."

"You think you are seven or eight years old and you are still playing?" Meng Chen said with a cold face, "Xiao Zi, why did you become like this? Do you want to die early at a young age?"

His voice was loud, his tone was serious, and he was filled with resentment.

Meng Chen's eyes were full of pain and sorrow, and the light flickered like a shooting star.

Xiao Zi paused.

She looked at him with blank eyes, and after a long time she slowly spoke.

"How did I become like this... It seems that I didn't know how to smoke or drink five years ago. Oh, yes, I haven't slept with a man yet. But Brother Meng, you taught me how to do it, why is it strange?

You got up with me, don’t you think it’s unreasonable to do this?”

Xiao Zi smiled, and there was no warmth in her words, neither blame nor complaint.

It's just like talking about a past event in an understatement.

"However, I am very grateful to you for teaching me so much." Xiao Zi's slender, white hands stroked Meng Chen's shirt.

Her fingers slipped and landed on his collar.
Chapter completed!