"I know, I can't do it." Jiujiu laughed at herself: "as soon as I close my eyes, I will see my parents' faces. I can't face my parents' death so calmly, so I have to avenge them. Since you don't want to help me, can you give me a way to contact others? Can I find them to help me avenge?"
"Flying bird is the first killer in the list. Unless he falls, no one is willing to take your list." Meng Ke said faintly: "besides, do you have enough money?"
Jiujiu looked at Meng Ke, took a deep breath and said, "as long as you are willing to work hard, there are more ways than difficulties. Moreover, Mr. Meng is willing to help me, right?"
Since Meng Ke said he was a friend of his parents, when does this relationship need to be used at this time?
Meng Ke had no idea that Jiu Jiu would mention his relationship with her parents at the moment, and laughed in an instant.
What a clever little girl. She knows she doesn't want to take orders, so she can use her kindness to blackmail herself.
However, what made him want to laugh was that he wanted to help Jiujiu.
Meng Ke chuckled, looked at Jiujiu and said, "in that case, I'll help you once. However, now the bird ranks first on the killer list, and no one will take the order for the time being. However, if you are willing to wait, when he falls down, I can help you contact the killer who ranks first on the list, but please ask for at least three million at a time. Do you have this money?"
Nanyuan's parents have money in their hands, but all the money has been donated when they quit.
In their words, it is to accumulate blessings for Nanyuan. Although their accidental death may cost them some money, it is not enough to see the money compared with 3 million.
Meng Ke looked at Jiujiu's frown after hearing three million with great interest, and was quite curious about how Jiujiu was going to get three million.
After thinking for a moment, Jiujiu had a general plan in her heart.
Since no one is willing to take the list now, she will wait until the birds fall off the list. At present, the top priority is to save money.
She has about 1 million in her hand. If she sells her house, it will be about 2.3 million. In other words, if she wants to invite the first killer, she needs to earn at least 700000.
For a girl who is still a freshman, 700000 is astronomical.
Jiujiu sighed, whispered thanks to Meng Ke, and then prepared to take a taxi back to school.
Meng Ke grabbed Jiujiu's arm, looked at Jiujiu's eyes deeply and said, "the school is not safe. I'll send you back tomorrow. Don't worry. I won't delay your class."
Although Meng Ke's words sounded like an explanation, the strength of his palm clenched on Jiujiu's wrist told Jiujiu plainly.
She must stay here tonight.
Jiujiu: "then please Mr. Meng."
"I'm your father's friend. I should." Meng Ke raised his hand and touched Jiujiu's hair top. In a gentle voice, he said, "I'm your father's friend. You'll call me uncle Meng in the future."
Jiujiu: "Mr. Meng is not old. It's strange to call him uncle. I'd better call you Mr. Meng in the future."
Jiujiu doesn't want to call Meng Ke uncle, and she also knows that Meng Ke doesn't want to listen to her call teacher, so they take a step back.
The word "teacher" is more neutral than the stranger of your husband and the intimacy of your uncle.
Obviously, Meng Ke also knows that Jiujiu calling him a teacher is the biggest step back. Well, it's the default.
Meng Ke took Jiujiu to the guest room and told Jiujiu that after she slept here tonight, she turned and left.
This house is the same as the outside. The main color is white. If there is no pungent smell of disinfectant here, Jiujiu will feel that this is a hospital.
In this room, like the outside, the places with windows are covered with thick shading curtains, which can not show a trace of light.
Moreover, just at a glance, Jiujiu saw three cameras.
It seems that Meng Ke is not as harmless as he shows. At least, for himself, he doesn't believe it at all.
Jiujiu pretended not to see the camera and pushed open the door of the bathroom.
To Jiujiu's surprise, Meng Ke didn't install a camera in the bathroom, which is the last bit of conscience.
When Jiujiu came out of the bathroom, she just met Meng Ke who was going out
Seeing Jiu Jiu come out, Meng Ke pointed to his pajamas on the bed and said to Jiu Jiu, "I haven't worn this pajama. You can make do with it tonight."
Jiujiu smiled: "please Miss Meng."
Hearing Jiujiu calling her teacher Meng, Meng Ke's eyes shook and said, "it's getting late. You have to rest early. I'll take you back to school tomorrow morning."
Jiujiu answered and went to the bathroom with Meng Ke's pajamas on the bed.
Seeing Jiujiu to the bathroom, Meng Ke turns and leaves.
After taking a bath, Jiujiu pretended not to know there was a camera in the room, got into bed and soon fell into a deep sleep.
After Jiujiu fell asleep, Meng Ke quietly came to Jiujiu's house through the dark grid, stood in front of the window and looked at Jiujiu's quiet sleeping face.
For a long time, for a long time.
Jiujiu woke up the next day, changed his clothes, opened the door after washing, and then saw Meng Ke coming out of the kitchen in an apron.
Seeing Jiujiu come out, Meng Ke said with a smile, "get up and come over for breakfast."
Breakfast should be light
Meng Ke only cooked white porridge with two cold dishes, one boiled egg per person, just right.
When Jiujiu reached for the boiled egg, Meng Ke took the boiled egg to the palm of his hand first.
Meng Ke's fingers are beautiful, thin and long, and the joints of bones are not very strong. They don't look like the hands of killers at all, but like the hands of artists.
In Meng Ke's hands, the round boiled egg was like a clever and sensible child. With a gentle peel, the shell fell off the egg, revealing a white and tender boiled egg.
Meng Ke stuffed the boiled egg into Jiujiu's hand, smiled and said gently, "eat slowly, it's not enough. There's still more in the pot."
Meng Ke's words are like an ordinary child's parents. They peel their children's eggs and care whether their children eat enough.
Jiujiu made a clever hum, took a bite of the boiled egg and ate it slowly.
Compared with Jiujiu's delicacy, Meng Ke ate boiled eggs but was much more bold. He threw a boiled egg into his mouth, chewed it twice and swallowed it.
Meng Ke finished eating, smiled at Jiujiu and said, "it's still a beautiful girl's house. Unlike me, it's like a big old man."
"How can Mr. Meng be a big old man?" Jiujiu looked at Meng Ke and said with a smile: "as far as I know, many girls in our school love you secretly."