Chen Yiming grabbed his blazer and strode out of the living room. Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, and he turned back to Yao Zhiyue and said, "Let's go, I'll give you a ride by the way, I can't take a taxi here." ”

Yao Zhiyue was a little flattered and hadn't come to her senses yet, but seeing Chen Yiming taking a neat step again, she hurriedly followed behind her with small steps.

Chen Yiming's face was calm, but his cold eyes had a layer of sharpness. Yao Zhiyue felt a little restrained, broke the silence and said, "Just stop in front." ”

After the traffic light, Chen Yiming slowly parked the car on the side of the road, hesitated for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Are you interested in going to a place with me?" ”

Yao Zhiyue's brows jumped, and after a little hesitation, curiosity outweighed fear, and she responded neatly: "Okay." ”

An hour later, the car stopped in a quaint and dignified store, Yao Zhiyue and Chen Yiming got out of the car together, and when they looked up, they saw four gilded characters on the plaque, Qingyun Teahouse.

Yao Zhiyue turned her head to look at Chen Yiming, her expression was slightly surprised, and she asked puzzledly, "You brought me here for tea?" ”

Chen Yiming glanced at Yao Zhiyue, his slightly raised eyebrows showed a trace of disdain, strode into the teahouse, and went straight to the second floor.

Yao Zhiyue followed behind, fascinated by the retro and gorgeous decoration inside, and did not hide the shame of not seeing the world at all, and exclaimed: "This is according to those mansions of the nobles of the Qing Dynasty." ”

Chen Yiming stopped in the 206 private room, and then a familiar voice came from inside, "Ming Zai, come on, come on, the taste of the big red robe here is really good." Yo, my little girlfriend is also bringing it along. ”

When Yan Zheyu saw Yao Zhiyue, he stood up enthusiastically, and said with a hearty smile: "But girls are generally not used to drinking Da Hong Pao, why don't you come to a pot of flower tea for beauty and beauty?" ”

Without waiting for Yao Zhiyue to open his mouth and refuse, Chen Yiming coldly dropped a sentence, "I'm not here to drink tea." ”

Yan Zheyu suddenly straightened up, and restrained the hippie smile on his face, "I asked all the waiters here, and they all said that I didn't see Aunt Jing come here that day." However, with my bright and sharp mind, I quickly found out the truth. ”

Yan Zheyu made a beautiful recovery of his right hand, brushed his right hair, and said narcissistically: "I used the beautiful man trick to find out from them that two waiters left last month. So, I asked for their contact information again with beautiful men. ”

Chen Yiming said impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense. ”

Yan Zheyu instantly coaxed, put away his pretentiousness, and finally said seriously: "After the beautiful little girl saw Aunt Jing's photo, she said that she had seen it, and she could even tell clearly what clothes Aunt Jing was wearing that day and what bag she was carrying. ”

The muscles on Chen Yiming's face trembled imperceptibly, and he asked in a deep voice, "What else did she say?" ”

"Aunt Jing booked this private room at that time. Hearing her say, a noble lady came soon after, and asked where 206 was. She also said that the woman who came later was much younger than Aunt Jing. ”

"What does that woman look like?"

"The little girl didn't make it clear for a long time, what is cold and noble, anyway, it looks quite abstract." After a pause, Yan Zheyu added, as if remembering something: "By the way, it is said that there is a super obvious mole at the corner of the eyebrow." ”

Chen Yiming's gaze quietly shifted to Yao Zhiyue, and seeing that her eyes quickly dodged, her expression showed a little unnatural.

His face was calm, but his eyes gradually darkened, and he asked in a deep voice, "Do you think you've seen this woman?" ”

Yao Zhiyue's eyes dodged, and she regretted that she had followed Chen Yiming here, and responded with a dry laugh: "If you come here, you have to spend hundreds of dollars once, right?" How could someone as rational as me come here? How could you meet a noblewoman? ”

Yan Zheyu made up the knife on the side: "Rational consumption is because of poverty. ”

Yao Zhiyue glared at Yan Zheyu, but found that she was speechless. Feeling Chen Yiming's sharp gaze, he only felt that the edge was on his back, so he had to continue to pretend to be stupid and said: "It's getting dark, I have to hurry up to catch the subway, let's go." ”

Yao Zhiyue fled, Chen Yiming was unmoved, and his face gradually sank. From her reaction just now, Chen Yiming could conclude that Yao Zhiyue must know the intricacies.