Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Shui Miaomiao heard his voice and was slightly stunned.
The word “Shuishui” that came from his mouth was very tender and was very familiar.
“What can I do for you, sir?” asked Shui Miaomiao, in her sweet, standard voice, with a smile on her face.
Shen Mochen smiled, “Just now, when I had dinner. It was my friend who should pay for the meal. But, before paying the bill, she escaped the bill. What do you think I should do?”
He had a magnetic voice, an evocative laugh that was uniquely suited to being a radio host. His voice could make others addicted.
However, Shui Miaomiao heard his ridicule clearly. She instantly realized why the voice was so familiar!
Damn it.
The other side was Shen Mochen.
He was bored enough to call in.
Shui Miaomiao almost burst out in laughter, and then she remembered that she was still in the recording studio. She cleverly covered the bursting laugh with normal laughter, and said, “Life needs to spend money to buy lessons. It might not be a bad thing. You have to keep a respectful distance from this kind of friend.”
“Keep a respectful distance?” Shen Mochen’s voice went deeper, and he raised his eyebrows, “I am planning to get my money back. What do you think about that?”
Shui Miaomiao blushed and turned pale.
As she forced out a smile, she replied, “One should spare them. There would always be a coincidental meeting in life. Generous men are more attractive.”
“You don’t seem to like generous men,” said Shen Mochen meaningfully.
Shui Miaomiao felt that if she continued the talk with him, she might reveal that they knew each other and would create a joke for others to laugh at. Then she showed a standard cheerful smile and said, “Why wouldn’t I? Girls like generous men. All right, here is a song for you.”
Shui Miaomiao cut the phone and said with a soft voice, “The Past Has Vanished Like the Wind” by Brother Qi Qin. If only the time stopped at the moment when we met for the first time, why should the autumn wind bother to pity deserted painted fans, better gone with the wind, gathering, and scattering.”
Shui Miaomiao finished her recording for the day, cautiously and anxiously.
She went out of the recording studio and met her colleague on duty.
“Shuishui, are you still walking home tonight?” asked the colleague with a strange look on her face.
“Well, what is the matter? “If she took a taxi, the taxi fare would be approximately 10 RMB, and her monthly salary was only 1,800. She could not afford it.
“You might not have seen the news this evening. I heard that a pervert guy is strolling around our area. He had raped three young girls. You should be careful,” warned the colleague.
Shui Miaomiao smiled lightly and said jokingly, “The pervert guy would find a weak person to attack if he wanted to. Wouldn’t he be looking for death if he picks on someone as brutal as me?”
The colleague was amused by Shui Miaomiao and said, “Anyway, be careful on the road.”
“Well, thanks.”
Shui Miaomiao walked out of the company.
At midnight in Ningchuan, peace returned to Ningchuan, like a sleeping lion, with only sporadic lights.
Shui Miaomiao took a path to make a short cut.
Because it was so quiet, she heard voices other than her footsteps. As if there were some discordant grunts.
Shui Miaomiao stopped and recalled his colleague’s words in his mind, “There are abnormal perverts in this area recently.”
It was not just creepy.
Shui Miaomiao looked back. The alley was empty.
But on the ground beside a pillar, there was a dim reflection of a figure.
Her heart tightened a little. She ran quickly to the front.
The footsteps behind her were anxious too.
Shui Miaomiao did not pay attention to the footsteps. She sprained her ankle and fell to the ground. When she turned her head, a man in a black leather jacket laughed at her sinisterly.