My country is dying

Chapter 182 Girl, It Was You

"My younger brother, Mr. Hou, Boss Xiao, the old rules, Tianzihao!" Xiao Qi is really familiar with the eating, drinking, and having fun in the capital, and when he came here, he became active.

"Alright, upstairs please!"

The shopkeeper agreed, and immediately gave orders, Xiao Qi led Mi Le upstairs: "Master, this is a time-honored brand in the capital. It has been in business for a hundred years, and the dishes are authentic. You will definitely be satisfied!"

Mi Le chuckled lightly: "Okay, if you are satisfied, you will be rewarded!"

Xiao Qi snapped his fingers: "Reliable!"

When a group of people went upstairs and were at the stairs, a group of people came over and blocked the stairs and refused to move. Xiao Qi was about to speak when a woman dressed in red suddenly said to Mi Le: "That's it!" Isn't it the young master from just now? What a coincidence, to meet him here."

Xiao Qi was taken aback, then looked at Mi Le: "Know him?"

Before Mi Le could speak, the girl with talking eyes smiled and said, "Although I don't know her, but I'm new at the first time, and I'm familiar with it at the second time. Hello, my name is Wu Yunzhu."

Facing her enthusiasm, Mi Le didn't express anything. He just curled his lips and smiled: "It's really a coincidence. I didn't expect the girl and her party to get away so soon."

Wu Yunzhu blinked immediately: "There is nothing that money can't do, if there is, then add more money."

The implication is that the officials took bribes?
But in this point, Mi Le is absolutely confident, if Hang Hai dares to accept bribes under her personal instruction, then his official will not be able to do it today!
"Money can turn ghosts, indeed, but I don't like rich people very much." Mi Le said and looked at Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi immediately opened the way ahead and escorted Mi Le into the wing.

That Wu Yunzhu saw them entering the room, so he called the shopkeeper: "I want the room next to them."

"Who was that person just now?" Entering the wing room, Xiao Qi clearly sensed that Mi Le and that Wu Yunzhu were not dealing with each other, and asked.

"Mr. Xiao, you don't know. When we were eating out just now, for some reason, that girl's man cut off the arm of a guest, and there was a lot of blood! Seeing this happening, the young master immediately Let us report to the police, but we didn't expect to be stopped by the girl's people...Although, nothing happened in the end, but it's better not to provoke the girl!" Xiang Lan said.

Xiao Qi was taken aback: "There is such a thing? I should have come to protect the emperor... Young Master!"

Xiao Qi quickly changed his words after being glanced at by Mi Le.

Mi Le pointed to the next door, and wrote four words on the table: The wall has ears.

The four of them looked at the next door together and did not speak again.

Just now, Mi Le ordered in a low voice when he came out to the booth, but the people next door heard it, which means that those people are not weak in martial arts.

So at this moment, their conversation is probably being monitored.

The dishes came up quickly, and the topic of several people no longer revolved around this.

Xiao Qi ordered hard dishes, such as pork trotters and duck in sauce, which made the girls look bored.When I finally left, it was already late outside, and the restaurant was busier than the daytime business, so crowded with people that I almost couldn't move my feet.

Xiao Qi immediately regretted bringing Mi Le here. The three of them walked out protecting Mi Le. They were about to leave the restaurant when a person rushed in from the outside. Coincidentally, they bumped into Mi Le. .

Mi Le staggered and almost fell, but the man quickly helped her up: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... are you okay?"

"It's okay..." Mi Le finally stood firm and raised his head, but was stunned for a moment when he saw the man.

The man was also stunned on the spot, and after concentrating on it for a long time, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he grabbed Mi Le: "Girl, it's you!"

　Well, the code words are so full that you can race with a snail. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)