Love apartment under one person

Chapter 107 The Air Terrorist Attack at the Subway Station

Although no third person knew the specific content of the conversation, the final result of the matter was that Zeng Xiaoxian persuaded Meng Lang to come to 3601 and tell Hu Yifei the bad news:
"Sister Yifei, the latest news is that the former host of Modu TV Station suddenly decided to bite the bullet and work for another two months. Teacher Zeng may not be able to return until two months later."

"How could this happen!?" Hu Yifei was almost driven crazy by the sudden blow. It seems that the things bought yesterday will take another two months to be effective.

"Our 3601 is really unlucky. Last night, I heard Lu Ziqiao howling ghostly and howling, and today I encountered such a thing!"

"Huh? What happened to Brother Ziqiao? Why is he crying and howling like a wolf?" Mr. Meng was confused.

"Damn! Wasn't it Mika's good deed?" At this point, Hu Yifei's distressed expression disappeared, and he changed to a gossip expression, "Guess what Mijia did yesterday?"

"Sister Meijia?" Meng Lang pondered for a while, "I saw her carrying a lot of suits to go downstairs to find Xiao Hei yesterday, could it be...?"

"You guessed it, it's Zi Qiao's suit!"

Speaking of which, Hu Yifei ran to the corner of the sofa in the living room, searched for a while, and handed Meng Lang a small ball: "Here, look at this."

Meng Lang took it and saw that it was something similar to the prize egg in the gashapon machine. Looking carefully, it was a very small suit inside.

"Eh? Why do I seem to have seen this suit somewhere? Isn't this the suit that Zi Qiao owns?"

"Yes, you read that right, this is Zi Qiao's suit!" The devil explained with a look of gloating on her face, "Meijia thinks Zi Qiao's suit takes up too much space, so she went to Xiao Hei to find a solution."

"It's true that the whole family doesn't come into the house. Ziqiao usually likes to make oolongs, but now it's better~ Husband crashed a car while drunk driving, wife was drunk driving to save others, and Meijia gave an even bigger oolong backhand."

"You also know that once this woman is pregnant, her mind is not very bright, and I don't know what he told Xiao Hei. Anyway, the final result is that Zi Qiao's suits in the room have become like this—Ji Tian Already~"

"Hiss—" Meng Lang gasped when he heard the words, "Brother Zi Qiao usually regards his suit as important as his life, so this time he won't be so shocked that he will lose his mind, right?"

When Hu Yifei heard this, she waved her hand indifferently:

"Don't worry~ I thought Zi Qiao was quite normal when I had breakfast just now."

"Except for the vigil last night for those suits who were looking for death, couldn't eat breakfast, looked listless and wore their clothes backwards, everything else is quite normal!"

Meng Lang: (￣ー￣)
Well, as expected of you, Fu Yifei!
I really doubt how Lu Zhanbo grew up to be so big and was not killed by you. If you have the opportunity, you can learn from him and learn the experience of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds.

While Meng and Hu Yifei were chatting idly, Zhuge Dali came out from the kitchen with a tray:

"Meng Lang, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Come and try the egg-and-beef porridge I made according to your recipe."

"Wow! It smells so good!" Seeing how caring the little girl was, Meng did not hesitate to compliment her, "What did I say that smells so good? It turned out to be the porridge you cooked!"

Someone from Meng picked up a spoon and took a bite, and immediately gave a thumbs up: "The taste is absolutely amazing! It's no worse than my cooking!"

"The kid next door is already in place, just tell me, should you follow the procedure or just cry?"

Zhuge Dali looked at Meng Lang with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and shook his head helplessly: "You~ you're still so talkative. I know my own craftsmanship. Although I use the same recipe, the taste is still much worse than yours. "

Hearing the conversation between the two, Hu Yifei next to him had a helpless look on his face: "Oh...it's true that birds of a feather flock together. Meng Lang is a master of culinary arts, and Dali's cooking skills are also good. From this aspect, it seems that Zeng Xiaoxian and I are on the same page. Totally tragic."

Hearing Hu Yifei's frustrated words, the little girl couldn't help comforting her:
"It's okay, Miss Yifei. I can teach you how to cook whenever I have free time. My goal is to catch up with Meng Lang's cooking skills. The two of us have a lot of time to learn together..."

Just like that, Meng sipped his porridge, Zhuge Dali and Hu Yifei were chatting casually, and the time soon came to 8:30.

Meng Lang, who had just finished washing the dishes in the kitchen, heard the notification sound coming from his pocket, wiped his hands and took out his phone to look at it, then shouted at Zhuge Dali and Hu Yifei who were on the sofa:
"Sister Yifei, Dali, the East China region has received an urgent mission. Dou Le asked me to discuss it. You will be responsible for this morning's training, so I won't go."

As he said that, he saw the little girl looking at him with some uneasiness, walked to her side, smiled and stroked her head and explained:
"Don't worry, this time it's someone else's business and there will be no danger. And it shouldn't take much time. If there are no accidents, I can catch up with everyone to watch Zhang Wei's court session in the afternoon."

Zhuge Dali finally felt relieved when he heard the words, nodded and said: "Well, then go back early."

"Hey, obey!" Meng Lang hurriedly agreed, and walked downstairs quickly...

When Meng came to the underground parking lot in the community as usual, but found that his parking space was empty, he just slapped his head and remembered that his beloved car had been sent to heaven by little sister Chen Duo's gas pedal yesterday.

As expected, it was the rush hour for work. Five minutes later, Meng Lang sighed helplessly when he saw the notification on the online car-hailing software that no one had taken orders.

'No way, it seems that we can only take the subway. '

In fact, if there is a choice, Meng really doesn't want to squeeze the subway in Shanghai.

There is no other meaning, it is simply because he has been lucky enough to ride the subways of almost all major cities in China, especially the Kyoto subway and the Shanghai Metro, which are impressive.

Friendly reminder, children who are thin and thin try not to take the Shanghai Metro during the morning and evening peak hours, unless your destination is just near the terminal.

Thinking about something in his mind, Meng Lang strolled to the subway station. As a big leader, he naturally chose to line up.

After scanning the health code, I was just about to buy a ticket and enter the station when I heard a series of exclamations and riots not far away.

Feeling something was wrong, Meng immediately developed a domineering look.

In an instant, a huge amount of information flooded into his mind. After a simple screening, Meng Lang immediately locked on the source of the commotion - it was Lu Ping, whom he had seen in Xiao Hei's PPT last time, and a Chinese who had never seen before. young woman.

I don't know why, these two strangers actually fought in public, which made Meng suddenly feel dizzy.

Lowering his head slightly, Meng Lang's face was covered with a mask of ice when he raised it again. At the same time, bright thunderbolts burst out from between the fingers of his hands:
"Let's make a quick decision, Lao Dou has a headache today."

PS: Please take a look at the "Author's Words".

TAT
bow in apology
　I'm very sorry, I went to my girlfriend's house at noon today and just learned that my future father-in-law was knocked down by a drunk driver. Fortunately, the hit wasn't too hard.Now the poor iron is still helping in the hospital. This chapter is coded by mobile phone. Today is only this chapter. I will ask the unit for sick leave tomorrow and retreat for a day to make up for the missing part.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)