When I woke up the next day, I was lying on the table against the window, squinting and looking up at the sunrise outside the window, not only did I have a splitting headache, but my voice was so hoarse that I couldn't speak.

It took a long time to come back to his senses after sitting on the chair, picked up his mobile phone, and replied to the children's painting:

[I'll help you.] 】

***

In the blink of an eye, March is coming to an end.

Nie Zhao was still a little stunned when he saw the date, but it was actually Jin Zhuoqi's birthday, which was a little too easy to remember, on Saturday.

I don't know if it's because of the nightmares that too much, but she suddenly thought of what she said after she got drunk that day, saying that she would accompany Jin Zhuoqi for her birthday in the future, and she said the sentence "The grass grows and the warbler flies" in an attempt to repay the debt.

There is also a sentence in the ancient poem that the grass grows and the warbler flies in February, and the beginning is not April, so her drunken gaffes are not counted.

She had a meal with Jiang Hang, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, and the meal was very silent, perhaps because the state of her face was too bad, the dark circles under her eyes were very heavy, and her eyes were full of tiredness, which was very different from the gorgeous girl who came here in March of the previous year.

Jiang Hang's eyes were always on her when eating seafood, and he looked up and observed it several times.

In the end, the one who can't speak is the first one who can't help but speak.

Worried that she couldn't read sign language, Jiang Hang picked up his mobile phone face-to-face and sent Nie Zhao a WeChat question.

What do you want me to do for you? 】

Nie Zhao's phone ticked, and the screen did not show the specific content, she glanced at him, clicked on it, and saw this straightforward and frank one.

He would come to the appointment, and he knew exactly why he was going to the appointment, and there was a 70% chance that he would be willing to help her.

"Fighting, too, is as dangerous as what Jin Zhuoqi asked you to help." Nie Zhaoxin was hanging, and he didn't know if Jiang Hang would help her, after all, they didn't have a very pleasant conversation last time.

Jiang lowered his eyes, and his face was impermanent.

[Okay.] 】

He replied without hesitation, making Nie Zhao clench his fingers, and the chopsticks in his hand hurt his bones.

The girl's voice was neither high nor low, and it just reached Jiang Han's ears.

"Jiang Hang, what do you want? Me? ”

Before she finished speaking, she saw the next WeChat message from Jiang Hang.

[I think you're doing well.] 】

Nie Zhao suddenly didn't know what to say, and didn't even look up to see his expression.

She has never denied that beauty can also be a person's capital, and it is the sharpest weapon that a smart person can take at will, but she feels that she is probably not worthy, and she does not think that because of a face, countless people will really like it.

So she couldn't understand why Jiang Hang liked her.

But she didn't want to ask, it didn't make sense, and it was impossible for her to talk to him.

Maybe she didn't have to do it all over again, she wouldn't like someone as paranoid and gloomy as Jiang Xuan, too rotten, too damp in her bones to pull her out of the deep sea.

She loves the sun and everything that is bright.

She also likes the pronunciation of her name, calling, shining on the sun.

So the first time the depressed girl called her "Zhaozhao," Nie Zhao's heart moved.

"If you're okay, help me keep an eye on Ma Quan at the earliest."

Nie Zhao suspected that this needle was given to her by Ma Quan, Brahma was cowardly, even if he wanted to do it, he would find a helper, Bu Jia even disdained to use this method, what she wanted to do will definitely let you know that she did it, and stand in front of you to admire her masterpiece.

There will be no one else besides.

Jiang Hang nodded and opened his lips to say okay.

As a result, the day after she met Jiang Hang, Nie Zhao received a piece of news that made her feel a little shocked.

Ma Quan recently approached Bu Jia, and even though he had not communicated much with him after he graduated from prison or even after he was released from prison, the friendship in high school was still there.

He had no way to deal with Jin Zhuoqi, but Bu Jia definitely had that ability.

If Bu Jia was willing to use her connections to help him, he could easily make Jin Zhuoqi ruined and repaid his debts.

He sent a WeChat message to Bu Jia, and asked Bu Jia to meet nearby, but Bu Jia had a class today.

She didn't want to have anything to do with Ma Quan, so what did Ma Quan, a person like Ma Quan, who had just come out of prison, have to say to her?

Bu Jia loves to play, but he also knows that Ma Quan is different from before.

Ma Quan waited for more than an hour before receiving Bu Jia's reply.

[I'm very busy, if you have anything to say, just say it on WeChat.] 】

After receiving this, Ma Quan knew that Bu Jia didn't want to contact him much, but he still reluctantly replied: "We need to meet and talk. 】

After waiting for about five minutes, but there was no reply, Ma Quan sent her a screenshot of the video.

The other side replied: [Where the did you come from???? 】

Ma Quan raised his eyebrows slightly, knowing that she cared about this: [I bought it, you shouldn't want these videos to appear on the Internet. 】

【. Your mother, you'd better make sure this video doesn't leak out, or I'll kill you, who did you buy it from??? 】

It was from the hands of a blogger from an out-of-station who got the video very early, and the other party didn't want money, but wanted him to help stream the video out, and he couldn't find the other party, so Ma Quan pretended to agree and deleted the other party after a few seconds.

He knew that this video might have a more exciting picture, but the other party definitely didn't understand it, and this photo alone was enough to grasp Bu Jia.

It is impossible to go out, and even if it does, Bu Jia will find out who broke out, and the other party will be very miserable.

Ma Quan knows best what it is like for her to bully others.

[Meeting, I will arrange the location.] 】

[I have time in the afternoon, you fuck, Ma Quan, you fucking dare to threaten me, you have a kind. 】

Ma Quan didn't reply, and an hour later he sent her an address, which was a KTV that was about to go out of business, and two days ago Brahma bought the store at a low price, saying that it would be changed into a small billiard hall.

Most of the things here were removed, and after two days someone was arranged to renovate it, and Brahma even foolishly bought a large water tank, saying that he would raise a lot of goldfish and put them here to nourish his qi and self.

The fish tank and goldfish are available, and the fish food has not yet had time to buy.

All afternoon, Ma Quan sat on the sofa playing games, and Brahma was pouring two goldfish bags of clinker into the fish tank. ”

Brahma looked at him in confusion: "Huh? Isn't it water drinking? ”

Ma Quan was silent for two seconds.

Brahma touched the tip of his nose and said, "Let's go buy it tomorrow, it's raining outside, and it's raining quite heavily." ”

"It's raining?"

"Uh-huh."

Ma Quan went to the door, looked at the splash on the ground, glanced at the watch on his wrist again, and frowned.

There was no reply from Bu Jia on his phone.

She herself is too lazy to perfunctory to people she doesn't like, and she may not dare to break out at all, so it is possible that she will not be afraid to take advantage of the rain and not come.

Just as he was about to send her a message, a black Mercedes stopped in front of him.

Bu Jia got out of the car with an umbrella, and then tilted his head to look at the driver behind him, through the rain curtain was vague, and she said in a commanding tone: "Don't pick me up, I have something to do in a while, tell my parents that I will go to Hong Kong in two days to play, don't bother me." ”

She bought a plane ticket to Hong Kong for a while, but she didn't know how long she had a dispute with Ma Quan, and he didn't dare to do anything.

Walking into this little broken KTV, Bu Jia wore a famous brand with a disgusted expression and said with a scolding grin: "You won't find a good place?" ”

"Okay, let's go, who bought it from?"

Let her know who the took it, and it will definitely not make him feel better.

Ma Quan sat on the sofa in the private room, poured her a cup of hot tea, and said, "Sit." ”

Bu Jia looked at Ma Quan's face, and it was hard to look at it directly: "Hurry up, I still have to catch a plane for a while." ”

Ma Quan sat on the sofa, his hands on his knees, and looked up at her: "Make a deal, I'll find the picture with the person who exposed the picture, and you can help me solve Jin Zhuoqi." ”

"Are you stupid for me? How do I know if a video hasn't been streamed? ”

Bu Jia looked at his face with a sneer: "Why are you staring at Jin Zhuoqi like this?" Why are you so jealous of him? ”

Ma Quan's eyes were unwavering, and he looked directly at Bu Jia: "What do I have to be jealous of him?" ”

Bu Jia looked at his face, stood up, and suddenly touched the scar on his face with some curiosity, and his long nails scraped the long and ugly scar, and snorted twice.

"Do you know why I played with you after I was dumped by Jin Zhuoqi? You look too different from Jin Zhuoqi, but I can tell from the first glance that you have a crush on me, just like one of my dogs. ”

Ma Quan's eyes instantly became gloomy, and he stood up abruptly, holding Bu Jia's wrist with his fingers.

Bu Jia directly slapped him with his other hand, and his voice was sharp and harsh: "Let go!" Just because you still threaten me, don't pee and take care of what you are. ”

"I advise you not to fight Jin Zhuoqi anymore, you can't fight him, and you still want to take revenge? You can protect yourself first, and don't try to drag me into the water. ”

Ma Quan stared at her, thinking with a calm face, forget it.

He didn't have much hope that Bu Jia would be willing to help him, she was very proud, and if she forced her, she would definitely fight you to the end.

The deal is not benevolent.

Just as he was trying to soften the atmosphere, Ma Quan received a 20-digit number on his mobile phone that looked like a scam text message.

[Bu Jia also went to your house on the day your grandmother died. 】

Seeing this information, Ma Quan's pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly raised his head to look at Bu Jia, and when he saw that she was leaving, he subconsciously grabbed her wrist and pulled the person back with force.

The finger bones were so hard that they turned white, and the fingertips were still trembling slightly, and her eyes were cold and her eyes were terrifying.

Bu Jia was informing her on her mobile phone that the flight was two hours later, and the two people she had made an appointment with in Hong Kong said that they would not be here today.

She was a little annoyed, "Don't touch me, you want me to help you dream." ”

Ma Quan stared at her with a grim face, and suddenly remembered that on the day his grandmother died, Bu Jia had sent him a message saying that he was going out to play, and she had picked up a new car and said that she would take a few friends to go on a ride with her.

Ma Quan said that he was going to stay home with his grandmother, but he still didn't have time to come home that day because of other things.

A long time ago, Ma Quan learned that Bu Jiaming had picked up a new car that day, but his intentions were very bad, and he accidentally hit a middle-aged man while driving.

Ma Quan clenched her wrist and pushed the person directly against the wall next to her, his powerful finger bones pinching her neck.

Bu Jia didn't react to the sudden force, the whole person was lifted up by him, and he couldn't breathe, and his long fingernails grabbed his arm, stabbing into the flesh and skin of the person, and the strength of his neck was not reduced in the slightest.

Bu Jia's tears fell, and he held his breath and scolded intermittently: "What the are you...... Sick? ”