If you don't make me feel better, I'll make you sad.

Yan Murong is a cautious man, whoever makes him unhappy, he has to make someone unhappy, so he needs a few thugs to smash Zheng Wuming's bar.

Sure enough, those children did not disappoint Yan Murong, not only drank the most expensive wine and smashed the bar, but also used their imagination to set a fire, hearing this news, Yan Murong almost smoked without a smile - Zheng Wuming's face must be very exciting now.

Grabbed the mobile phone on the bedside table and looked at the time, only to find that it was already half past nine in the morning, and lightly put Dong Wuyan's arm around him and put it aside, Yan Murong got out of bed, opened the curtains, and saw that the weather outside was very cloudy, and it was sleet.

"It's a different day." Yan Murong muttered. Yesterday it wasn't too cold, and when I got up from sleep, it snowed - it seemed that the sky in Yanjing was about to change.

"Why do you wake up so early?"

Dong Wuyan's voice came from behind, and then, a body with a warm breath leaned in.

"It's not early." Yan Murong turned around, hugged Dong Wuyan, who was only wearing a tulle pajamas, and rubbed one hand on the heart-warming towers, and said. "It's a nice day and we should go out for activities."

"It's snowing?" Dong Wuyan was stunned for a moment, and then, without even caring about leaving, he opened the window and poked his head out, and after a while, his head was covered with crystal ice slag.

"Murong, look, it's snowing, it's snowing." Dong Wuyan ran back with an excited face, holding the ice slag in his hand that turned into water in a blink of an eye, and his face was flushed with excitement.

"It's just snowing, are you excited?" Yan Murong looked at Dong Wuyan, who was like a child who had gotten a long-desired toy, and laughed softly. "If you go to the mountains with me, the snow will be up to your knees."

"Then take me." Dong said wordlessly. "I'm so big, I haven't seen snow in years except when I was in the island nation - I'm going to build a snowman and I'm going to have a snowball fight."

"There's a chance." Yan Murong hugged Dong Wuyan and said while wiping the water trails above her head for her. "But not recently, today, I'll take you out to play later-I can't build a snowman, so I'll take you to see a good show."

"What's the show?" Dong Wuyan asked strangely.

"Take you to see Sichuan Opera change your face." Yan Murong smiled mysteriously. "It's guaranteed to be a lot more fun than building a snowman and having a snowball fight, and it's not very common, isn't it?" ――

The duckweed bar had burned to a pile of rubble, and although the fire truck arrived in less than five minutes after the fire caught fire, it was already half an hour before the fire was completely extinguished because most of the alcohol in it was very high, and thankfully, no one was injured in the fire, but the bar was completely burned down.

Zheng Wuming stood at the door of the bar, which had been burned to ashes, and the look on his face was the same as the current weather, and the overcast was about to drip water. The bar manager standing behind him was terrified, his legs couldn't help but swing, and the bangs in front of his forehead were wet with water, so he didn't dare to touch them with his hands.

"Who did it?" Zheng Wuming asked in a cold voice, but anyone could hear it, and his tone at this time was full of murderous intent.

"Zheng Shao, I-I don't know." The bar manager shook even more, as if he had severe Parkinson's, as if he was going to fall at any moment.

"You don't know?" Zheng Wuming turned around suddenly, his eyes flashing with a chilling coldness. "I put the bar in your hands, and now you're telling me I don't know why it's like this."

"I-I, Zheng Shao, I only know one thing."

Stunned by Zheng Wuming's sharp eyes, the bar manager said in a trembling voice. "I was upstairs with the guests, and when I heard the fire alarm, I quickly evacuated the people, and when I tried to take the monitor, I couldn't get in, but I heard the waiter at the bar say that it was done by three young people."

"Say." Zheng Wuming shouted coldly.

"Yes, yes." The bar manager raised his hand, wiped his forehead and said that he didn't know if it was cold sweat or rain stains. "I heard from them, the three young men were not very old, only about twenty years old, with very individual hair, probably the little gangsters in the neighborhood - as soon as they came in, they ordered three bottles of '82 Lafite, and then they didn't drink two sips before shouting that it was fake wine, beat our bar waiter, not to mention smashing a lot of wine in the wine cabinet, and finally set a fire and ran away."

"What do people look like?"

"I don't remember."

"Don't remember?" Zheng Wuming's voice became colder and colder, and his face became more and more ugly. "You don't remember anything, do you remember how to write dead words?"

"I-I'm sorry Zheng Shao." The bar manager apologized repeatedly. "At that time, the lights in the bar lobby were too dim, and the waiters didn't see each other's faces clearly, only knowing that the three of them had very individual hair, and they were all wearing denim clothes, and one of them had a mohican hairstyle."

"Then give me a look, if you can't find one, you will go to ten, if you can't find ten, you will go to a hundred and a thousand, give you a day, if you can't find anyone, you will wash my neck and wait."

"I'll go right away, I'll go right away." The bar manager replied repeatedly, wanting to remind Zheng Wuming to call the police and let the police investigate and arrest people, but seeing Zheng Wuming's gloomy expression, he had to swallow back the words when they came to his mouth.

Twenty-four hours, only twenty-four hours, Yanjing said that it is not big, but it is not small, how to find it in such a little time.

Looking at the ruins of the bar, Zheng Wuming's whole body trembled, his two eyes were even more cracked, and his eyes were red, like a devil who wanted to eat people.

"Hey, dear, I don't think there's a bar in this place? ――It looks like duckweed, right? Why didn't I find it? ”

At this time, Zheng Wuming sounded behind Yan Murong's voice, which made him want to beat people when he heard it.

"Husband, have you been using your brain too much lately, and your eyes are not good?" Dong Wuyan took Yan Murong's arm and said in a coquettish voice. "Look, isn't that the ruins up ahead? - Oh, no wonder I can't find it, it turned out to be a fire. It's strange that this snowy day can start a fire? It should be artificial, right? ”

"Well, it must be artificial." Yan Murong nodded affirmatively. "I have always believed that there are gods in the sky, and if you do too many bad things, you will always be punished."

Seeing the two of them singing and pointing at each other, Zheng Wuming gritted his teeth and creaked.

"Yan Murong, shut up!" Looking at Yan Murong, Zheng Wuming roared.