Ji Zimo focused on dealing with the electric baton in the hands of the security guard, you must know that being electrocuted by an electric rod of 100,000 volts is not a joke. There is a possibility of electrocution, although I know that the security guard may be scaring him, but you still have to be cautious.

As he retreated, he suddenly felt that the air around him was suddenly cold, and he didn't know when, there were more uniformed security guards holding electric batons in front of him.

Ji Zimo was sure that he didn't see who the security guard on the other side called, nor did he see him have any other unusual behavior. What the hell is going on with these security guards who walk without a sound? Look at these silent security guards, none of them are fuel-efficient lamps, if he fights alone, he will not lose to anyone, but if he deals with so many security guards together, he does not have the ability, a word, he can only run.

If you can't win and start running, it's not cowardice, but being good at calculation and accumulating strength to counterattack. Ji Zimo ran fast enough, but the security guards who chased him also scared him. It stands to reason that he didn't deliberately provoke the security guards of the Imagination Building, but these security guards were like green-headed flies chasing after him, and in the process of chasing him, there was an indescribable strange feeling that made him afraid.

The morning light in the sky became clear, and there was light slanting on the ground through the clouds, and Ji Zimo, who was running wildly, saw a person.

Zhu Yimeng was in front.

She wondered why he was running, and wheezing so hard.

Ji Zimo pointed behind him and froze, and the safety of the electric baton chasing him a few seconds ago was gone. It's a bit of an exaggeration, but it's not bragging.

The feeling of the security guards chasing him was still erased in his mind, but in the blink of an eye, they seemed to disappear from the ground. Ji Zimo looked up at the sky, today must be a sunny day, and a round of red balls is rising in the east.

"Hey, what about you? What were you running just now! ”

You can't tell this girl that she's running away, you must know that no matter who it is, in the face of those vicious security guards who dance electric batons, they can't calmly wait to be killed and maimed!

But if you talk about this to this girl, you will undoubtedly slap yourself and find it boring.

Ji Zimo calmed down a little, coughed dryly, and said, "No one came to you on purpose." ”

"Looking for me?" Zhu Yimeng didn't seem to believe his words, and stared at him suspiciously, wanting to see something from his face. Then, Gu Zi said: "I also came out of the back door of the Creative Building to see that you were running." While speaking, she glanced behind Ji Zimo and said sourly: "What? Not with your future daughter-in-law? ”

Ji Zimo knew that she was talking about Su Qingmei.

He avoided her words, and habitually stretched out his hand to sweep over the bridge of his nose, but he didn't stop his finger on the bridge of his nose and said, "Zhang Yang is looking for you everywhere, what do you want to do?" ”

"He's looking for me?" Zhu Yimeng raised his head and sighed and said, "What are you looking for me?" ”

"How do I know? He said you hadn't shown up in days. The two men walked side by side in a narrow alley that was already far away from the Imagination Building. Occasionally, someone passed by the two of them, and they came and went in a hurry.

The floor had been cleaned by diligent cleaners, and with the moisture of the dew, it was more like it had been washed with water.

Zhu Yimeng suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at Ji Zimo. The look was like a knife, and it swept around his face without hesitation.

Ji Zimo is not afraid of the eyes of the dead.

The eyes of the dead have no luster, no depth, and no lethality.

Ji Zimo was not afraid of Zhu Yimeng's critical gaze, seeing that her hair was a little messy, her face was tired, and she looked sleepless.

"I'm ugly?" Zhu Yimeng felt that Ji Zimo's eyes were disdainful, and couldn't help frowning and asking sullenly.

"It's ugly, I wonder why you don't stay at home?"

Zhu Yimeng refused to answer Ji Zimo's words, and casually picked the leaves of the plant in the green belt and ravaged them into pieces, and whispered: "Do you think I am very indulgent, and I don't stay at home to create a coquettish mansion?" ”

"Let's not talk about this, you go to see Zhang Yang and see if he has something to do with you." Ji Zimo took out the phone and urgently contacted Zhang Yang.

Zhu Yimeng's smile paused, she was angry, and her face sank: "Do you really want me to be with Zhang Yang?" Also, who asked you to call, I~ How can I meet people like this? ”

Ji Zimo was stunned, he always thought that this girl was very arrogant and didn't pay much attention to her appearance. What's more, her appearance is not bad, and she still has a bit of a look without deliberate makeup.

"And what do you want? I'll have to go to work later. Ji Zimo's meaning Zhu Yimeng knew best, he wanted to leave under the pretext of leaving. Before leaving, he wanted to send her safely to Zhang Yang.

Zhu Yimeng pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes were a little coquettish and said firmly: "If you want me to see Zhang Yang, you have put light makeup on me, otherwise I will refuse." ”

Ji Zimo was stunned, this girl is crazy. is a special funeral director, she even shouted to put on light makeup. Besides, now walking on the road, going there to put on makeup?

Zhu Yimeng seemed to see through Ji Zimo's thoughts, and suddenly raised his hand and pointed: "The barber shop opened by my sister in front of me, you go there and give me makeup." As she spoke, she snatched the mobile phone that Ji Zimo was holding in her hand and walked in front.

Ji Zimo was angry and didn't dare to move, for fear that he would provoke Zhu Yimeng away. When he chased after him, he felt that this place was very familiar, so he fixed his eyes and didn't know how to go to the northwest line.

Isn't the northwest line the place where Shi Lin and Cai Xiaolan had an accident? The barber shop that Zhu Yimeng was referring to was next door to the wedding photography.

A tall and good-looking woman opened the door and was cleaning up the residual hair, Zhu Yimeng ran in, and she didn't know what she said, and then the woman walked to the door with a smile and smiled at Ji Zimo.

Ji Zimo stood at the door further, his legs looking a little stiff, and his demeanor was wooden. I am afraid that Zhu Yimeng will complicate the relationship between the two of them, and the impossible thing will be true, causing unnecessary misunderstandings.

Listening to Zhu Yimeng shouting Sister Diao.

Ji Zimo learned that the barbershop proprietress was surnamed Diao.

Sister Diao wiped the recliner with a towel and let Zhu Yimeng sit on it. Then he went into the house and brought some cosmetics for women, and said to Ji Zimo: "I heard Yimeng say that you are a beautician, and I also want to see your beauty process with my own eyes and learn some beauty experience." ”

"I~" Ji Zimo wanted to say that he was a mortician, but Zhu Yimeng reached out to cover his mouth, and when he got to his mouth, he was forcibly blocked and swallowed back into his stomach.

"Hey, Sister Diao, you are optimistic, his makeup skills are first-class."

Ji Zimo was so anxious that his face was red and his neck was thick, but under Zhu Yimeng's urging, he couldn't speak.

Zhu Yimeng was sitting on a chair.

Ji Zimo was standing next to the chair.

Sister Diao was engrossed, staring intently at Ji Zimo's every move, for fear that she would miss the wonderful details if she didn't pay attention to it.

Ji Zimo was embarrassed by these bold and hot eyes, and he was stunned for a while and didn't know what to do next.

"Do it! Wood? Zhu Yimeng reminded impatiently.

Sister Diao was also stunned, and she also felt that staring at someone like this was too abrupt, so she hurriedly brushed the hair on her forehead and said, "Ji handsome guy, you are casual." ”

In fact, Ji Zimo is not used to standing and putting makeup on Zhu Yimeng who is sitting in the chair. He always put on makeup for the dead, who were asleep, lying on the morgue in a position that would not change for hours or even most of the day.

But Zhu Yimeng, how can he draw well?

Ji Zimo groaned a little and asked Sister Diao if she had a warm towel.

Zhu Yimeng and Sister Diao didn't understand what he wanted the towel for. However, since he wanted it, he had to get it.

Sister Diao went to get a towel and left for the time being.

Ji Zimo said to Zhu Yimeng, who was half-squinting and waiting for makeup, with a calm face: "You have to lie down." ”

Zhu Yimeng's eyes widened and he said in surprise: "You won't treat me like a dead man!" ”

Ji Zimo didn't bother to look at her with a nervous expression and said, "What do you think?" ”

Sister Diao brought a wet towel.

Zhu Yimeng thought of it, but he was embarrassed, so he had to put the chair flat according to Ji Zimo's request, and lay his body flat in a straight line, which was not enough. had to be wiped one by one with the wet towel in Ji Zimo's hand, and then he felt his face and breath approaching.

For this moment, Zhu Yimeng can be regarded as letting go. She greedily sniffed the breath from Ji Zimo's body, staring at his well-defined but cold and handsome face obsessively at close range, there was a little uncontrollable impulse, she wanted to bite his lilac lip.

Zhu Yimeng's changes, Ji Zimo is unobstructed.

"Sister Diao, do you have a belt?"

Sister Diao already felt strange, she had never seen a person who needed to lie down on her side to put on makeup for a living person. Hearing Ji Zimo ask for a strap again, she asked in confusion: "What kind of tape, what is it used for?" ”

Ji Zimo said expressionlessly: "You can take it." ”

Sister Diao went to get the tape.

Zhu Yimeng asked urgently: "What are you going to do to me?" What are you doing with the straps? ”

"Women really talk a lot, do they still wear makeup?" Ji Zimo was also very angry and charming, Zhu Yimeng was stupid when she saw it, she smiled stupidly, wiped the corners of her lips casually, and exaggerated the illusion that she was in a huff.

Sister Diao brought the tape.

Ji Zimo took it, ignored Zhu Yimeng's curious eyes, grabbed her hand and tied it to the armrest of the chair.

"Hey, hey, what do you mean?" Zhu Yimeng struggled vigorously and shouted in his mouth.

Ji Zimo still said with a cold expression: "Does Sister Diao have sealing glue?" ”

Zhu Yimeng was frightened when she heard this, hurriedly waved her hand to Sister Diao, and said to Ji Zimo: "Don't, I'm obedient, what do you say I do, don't use sealing glue." ”

Sister Diao originally thought it was strange, seeing Zhu Yimeng like this, she couldn't help but laugh.

Zhu Yimeng glared at Sister Diao, obediently obeying Ji Zimo's wishes, her hands were tied, and she couldn't move.

Next, Ji Zimo meticulously put on makeup for Zhu Yimeng in a quiet gaze. Although the makeup process made people shudder, it also stunned Sister Diao, after his makeup, Zhu Yimeng became more and more beautiful and charming, as pure and beautiful as a hibiscus out of the water.

"Okay, make one for me." Sister Diao unexpectedly asked Ji Zimo to say.

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