The cafe opposite the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau.

Zhang Yuanqing wore a peaked cap and a mask, and pushed open the glass door, which was as bright as a mirror.

The fiery red dress of the Palace Master of Killing Palace stood by the counter, with his head down, concentrating on making coffee, his waterfall-like hair hanging down his cheeks.

"Recently, you've been looking for me more and more frequently. This is not a good sign. You already have a girlfriend, so you can't rely on me so much." Her tone was very joyful and slightly proud.

"I have business to talk to you about." Zhang Yuanqing reminded her not to smile.

"Say." The master of Zhisha lowered his head to make coffee.

"I seem to have found a way to revive our old father." Zhang Yuanqing said.

The kettle fell to the ground with a "bang", and hot water splashed on her skirt.

Zhang Yuanqing walked to the side of the red skirt, grabbed her slender arms and pulled her aside, "Look at you, what a good coffee bean, wash Geisha with water, prodigal bitch!"

Palace Master Zhisha held his arm instead, staring at him with eyes like waves under the mask, with an urgent tone:

"What information did you find out? Tell me!"

Zhang Yuanqing broke free unhurriedly, "I'm a little thirsty, make me a cup of coffee, that's right."

He pinched the palace master's soft and smooth jaw, "I hate pure coffee, vanilla latte, and 7 cents of sugar."

Now it's his turn to take the initiative.

Palace Mistress Zhisha glanced at him, took a deep breath, calmed down, and let out a "hmm".

"You should answer: Yes, my lord!" Zhang Yuanqing corrected.

"Did I give you face?"

"Then I go?"

"Please take a seat, my lord."

"good!"

The vanilla latte was ready quickly, and the master of Zhisha was holding the coffee, twisting her waist, with fluttering sleeves, and placed her plump buttocks on Zhang Yuanqing's thigh.

Having adjusted her mentality, she said with a smile:

"My lord, do you want me to feed you?"

Zhang Yuanqing noticed the thin thread crawling out from under the red skirt, binding his calf, and his expression froze slightly.

This woman is so vengeful that she can't take a joke.

"Sister Palace Master, I was joking just now, let's get down to business."

He pointed to the seat opposite.

The lord of the Palace of Killing raised her red lips, her smile was coquettish and charming, and her voice was soft and charming, just like Daji who seduced the king, "A powerful man must learn how to embrace women on the throne of power, and also learn how to taste good wine, because They are the things that embody power."

"Okay." Zhang Yuanqing took a sip of the sweet coffee, didn't insist on asking her to go back to her seat, and went straight to the point:

"I have met Master Wuhen. He admitted his identity as the Shadow Twins and told me about the past." JrNovels.com