In autumn, the sky of Jiangcheng often becomes dull.

Lead-gray clouds outline the canopy of the weeping sky, as if there will be an autumn rain in the next second, bringing a deeper coolness.

Joe Twilight wore a sweatshirt and stood at the exit of the airport.

Holding a sign in his hand.

It reads: Welcome all colleagues of Hedao Culture to Jiangcheng.

Because he is a social terrorist, the act of picking up people here with a sign makes Qiao Du uncomfortable.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

Therefore, Qiao Du simply accosted the girl next to her.

"Ah, uh, yes."

The girl replied a little awkwardly, obviously, this is not the kind of introvert who would casually talk to strangers.

"Who are you waiting for, I'm waiting for a very troublesome person here, you have to let me pick her up."

Qiao Du started chatting.

It effectively alleviated my symptoms of social phobia.

"I—I'll answer a call, maybe she's here."

The girl didn't respond to a few words, so she hurriedly picked up her mobile phone, pretended to answer the phone and ran away.

"Can you still make phone calls on the plane?"

Qiao Du thought to herself that the other party might be a rich man in first class.

He waited for a moment, then looked at the man on the other side.

"Brother, who are you waiting for?"

The man stared at his phone, not daring to answer Qiao Dui's words.

"It's cold, don't look at the airport so warm, it's windy and rainy outside, if you pick up your girlfriend, remember to bring a dress."

Qiao Du didn't care whether the other party took care of him or not, and continued.

After five minutes of talking, people came out of the exit one after another.

Qiao Du glanced at it and saw a girl pushing a heavy big suitcase, walking towards here with difficulty.

Because of the girl's petite size and large suitcase, there was an urge to call the police and report the child for flying alone.

Qiao Du immediately held up the sign and watched the other party walk in front of her.

"You didn't have any accidents on the road, did you?"

Qiao Du asked.

"What's that?"

The little witch puffed out her cheeks and pushed the suitcase in front of Qiao Dui again.

"Can't you push it for me?"

"Didn't you bring your servant?"

"There's no such thing!"

The little witch complained that she was wearing a knitted jacket with red and white as the main color, and her lower body was still a skirt, and they all said that the girls on Hedao were not afraid of the cold, and they also wore skirts in winter, and Qiao Du saw it.

No wonder it's easy to get arthritis.

"You're almost healed from this injury."

Qiao Dui's gaze swept over the slender legs under the hem of the little witch's skirt.

Originally, the little witch was shot in the thigh, and she must use the knife to take out the bullet, which will leave more or less stitched wounds on her body, but now it seems that there are no traces left.

"That's when I'm young and full of energy!"

The little witch puffed up her chest proudly.

"Let me examine your wounds."

As she spoke, she reached for the hem of her dress to see the bullet marks in her abdomen.

", what are you doing, I'm going to call the police, and when the news of your imprisonment is broadcast and the reporter comes to interview me, I will definitely look solemn and say, 'I already knew this guy would do these things', and now I look at it, and it is so!"

The little witch immediately took a few steps back.

It's quite flexible.

On the side, the man who didn't pay attention to Qiao Du just now looked over unconsciously, he looked at the little witch, and then at Qiao Dui, his brows were locked, and the screen under his fingers switched to the dialing interface several times, as if he was hesitating whether to call the police.

"It's okay, if you call the police now, maybe it's my phone ringing."

Qiao Du asked the other party not to care, but still pulled up the handle of the little witch's suitcase.

"Speaking of which, when did you get so good at Chinese?"

Until just now, the two of them communicated in Chinese.

"Maybe I'm a genius."

The little witch wanted to sit on the suitcase, but Qiao Dui held her head down.

"How old are you and you still play this kind of thing, do you still step on the shopping cart and play with the sled in the supermarket?"

"Don't you know how to play, I'll do it even at fifty."

"That's right, I'll probably play until I'm seventy."

Qiao Du didn't think that there would be anyone in this world who could refuse to play with sliding on the shopping cart of a big supermarket, if there was, it must be polluted.

"As soon as you say that, I suddenly want to play."

As we all know, the airport also has the kind of cart that pushes luggage.

", I won't die with you!"

The little witch flatly refused.

It seems that Ah Xin's influence on her is not only in her body and language learning.

Qiao Du dragged her luggage and took the little witch to the place where she was queuing for a taxi.

"I thought you could drive."

The little witch looked surprised that she had to take a taxi, and in the perception of the islanders, it was very expensive.

"I thought there were a lot of you."

Qiao Du doesn't have a driver's license, and as a law-abiding citizen, he naturally won't do anything like driving without a driver's license.

"They all fly in economy class, not on the same class as me."

The little witch shook her ticket, it was obviously first class.

"Damn rich man."

Qiao Du couldn't help but sigh.

"But if you act like this, if it is changed to the movie, there is a chance that something will happen on the flight you took at the same time, and in the end, you will be left alone."

"Phew, what's the crow's mouth?"

The little witch told Jo Twilight to keep her mouth shut.

The taxi arrived quickly, and Qiao Du threw the suitcase into the trunk and asked for the name of the hotel where the little witch lived.

It's right near the newsroom.

The driver listened while driving.

Qiao Du was curious to know what it was, but when she searched for the protagonist's name, she found that there were dozens of copies.

He could only helplessly count how many times "terrifying" came out of the mouth of the person who read the white man.

By the nineteenth count, the taxi had arrived at its destination.

This is a five-star hotel, and the price of a superior suite for just one day is enough for a month's rent for Qiao Dui.

"That's right."

Getting out of the taxi, Jotwi had a flash of inspiration and pointed to the two towering buildings in the distance.

"Look at the two buildings over there, aren't they quite powerful?"

"Huh? It's quite high, but there are many of these buildings and islands. ”

The little witch doesn't know why.

"That's fine."

Qiao Du retracted her gaze, and it seemed that with the depth of the little witch, these two buildings in Jiangcheng could not affect her.

He took the little witch to the reserved suite, which overlooked the Lingjiang River and was a genuine river-view room.

Plop –

The little witch immediately buried herself in the soft big bed, and it looked like it was uncomfortable to sit in even the first class.

Soon, she sat up.

Gollum –

Because the stomach screamed with hunger.

It was just over two hours to fly directly from Hejima, and it didn't look like she was enjoying the in-flight meal on the plane.

In the case of Qiao Dui, then Gao Gao has to enjoy the first-class meal fiercely.

"Are you hungry? I'll take you to eat. ”

Qiao Twilight looked at the time, it was almost time to eat, and he proposed.

"Yay!"

The little witch immediately jumped up.

(End of chapter)