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Chapter 31

Mu Cheng walked over, stood still in front of her, and said in a calm tone, "It's time to go back."

Shang Mengmeng squatted on the ground, hugging her shoulders, her curly hair was charming and lazy, and her shadow was like a cat abandoned by its owner. She shook her head: "I don't want to move for now."

He lowered his eyes to look at her quietly, and after a while, he gave Jiang Li a wink not far away. Ali nodded respectfully, turned and left, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

At night in Kathmandu, the air is humid and cool.

A gust of wind blew, and the trees in the yard rustled. Her hair fluttered and brushed against the back of his hand. It was cold and a little itchy, like a dandelion without warmth.

Mu Cheng stood still for a few seconds, took off his suit jacket and put it on her shoulders, and squatted down beside her.

"..." Shang Mengmeng turned her head, with a knot between her brows, "What are you doing?"

He didn't answer, he took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, stuffed it into his mouth, and lit it with a lighter, vaguely The ground responded, "Accompany you."

The simple two words directly choked Shang Mengmeng and didn't know what to say.

He was only wearing a black shirt, and squatted on the ground with his long legs curled up, with a cigarette between his fingers, his face was cold, and his posture was extremely casual. She looked at him fixedly, the moonlight reflected in those eyes, and there was a glimmer of light in the darkness.

After a while, she said sullenly, "...you stand up quickly."

Mu Cheng glanced at her, his face blurred behind the smoke, "Why?"

Shang Mengmeng didn't answer.

His face was not so delicate and bookish, with three-dimensional features, deep and sharp eyes, and a primitive wildness all over his body. Usually dressed in a suit and leather shoes, he is so dapper and sloppy that he has a special charm. However, she was still a little unaccustomed to it.

After being silent for a while, Shang Mengmeng frowned and said, "Only punks squat on the ground to smoke."

Mu Cheng laughed, took a puff of cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and said lightly, "I used to be a punk too."

"..." She was startled. before.

Since he knew this man, he had never mentioned "before" to her.

The wind blows the leaves, the night is very quiet, and the smoke between Mu Cheng's fingers has already burned more than half, "I went to Spain when I was six years old and stayed there for twelve years." He chuckled lightly, "I am young and ignorant , joined the gangsters, and have done everything. Going to the police station is like going home."

Shang Mengmeng's eyes flickered, and her brows frowned even tighter.

He turned to look at her, with a faint smile, "Don't believe me?"

Shang Mengmeng pursed her lips.

She believes. People who grow up in a normal environment will not have so many injuries.

As her eyes wandered, she subconsciously swept across his body, inexplicably recalling that "peeping" outside the bathroom in her mind. The layer of black clothing seemed to be in vain, and she seemed to see the lean inverted triangle figure flowing down the water again, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and gunshot scars across the smooth and tight muscles.