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Then I told them everything that had happened at the snack bar, and the policemen didn't say anything. They made a statement and told us to leave, and as for the injuries, we decided for the time being that they were drunk and causing trouble. We defended ourselves, so it had nothing to do with us.

After exiting the police station, I felt the cold wind outside. I felt like smoking, and tremblingly took out my lighter, but realised that in order to not leave a bad impression on the Sister Wen, I didn't bring a cigarette.

"What is it? Zi Lu, you still smoke? "

Sister Wen saw through my embarrassment.

I awkwardly shook my head, indicating that I didn't want to smoke. It was strange, since I could still remember, no one had ever smoked in my house before. Ever since I had the sudden urge to smoke a few times that day, it seemed like it was my natural instinct to do so.

Just as I was thinking, Sister Wen took out her bag, took out a box of ladies' cigarettes and handed one to me. "Do you want to try it?"

How can I accept this? Forget about whether Sister Wen is testing me, even if she wasn't testing me, I can't ruin my image in front of my own guests.

At the same time, he extended his hand to grab the lighter in my hand. I was stunned for a moment, and then Sister Wen's slippery small hands started moving around in my palm as if he was sketching something out. Very quickly, Sister Wen lit up a cigarette with the lighter, and then, as if she was very happy to exhale a mouthful of smoke.

It was already late in the night, and with the light from the police station's door illuminating the place, smoke gradually rose from Sister Wen's slender fingers to her face, causing her entire face to become even more beautiful.

Seemingly acting casually, Sister Wen threw away her cigarette and grabbed me with one hand as she walked in a direction.

In front of the Hai City Police Station was a long line of palm trees, planted in the middle of the drive, and in the summer, when the foliage was at its richest, the dim yellow light of the street lamps fell on both of us, leaving two clear and moving silhouettes on the road.

After walking quietly for a while, Sister Wen seemed to have thought of something, she suddenly raised her head and said: "Zi Lu, let me bring you to a place."

"Where to?"

"Don't ask, you'll know when you get there."

"…"

Thus, I was dragged along the street by Sister Wen who wore a vest and hot pants as she jogged. Sister Wen only revealed a happy expression when she came to a stop due to exhaustion and her forehead was covered with sweat.

In front of me, there was a canal with the biggest Hai City. In front of us, there was even a power station, which was the source of all the electricity in the entire city.

There was nothing on the embankment. There was a long white fence with a large lion head carved on it. It was facing the canal. Due to it being late at night, there weren't many people around, making the place somewhat deserted.

Sister Wen took a deep breath, without caring about the dust on the railings, she laid on top of it and looked at the other half of the Hai City's light.

I didn't know, but it was more comfortable to be here on a summer's night, so I did the same with her leaning against the railing.

The two of them were still silent until I started wondering if Sister Wen had fallen asleep. Then, I heard her lowered her voice, "My husband also had the wind blowing with me here before. The first time we met. "

"Well, he must be a very good man."

I said half-truths.

Sister Wen turned his head and laughed: "How are you an outstanding person? When we first met, he was even worse than you. He was a fool. "

I noticed that although Sister Wen was criticizing her husband's shortcomings, her tone was full of love and her eyes were also filled with nostalgia.

I said, "Sister Wen, you just said that when we first met, your husband wasn't as good as me?"

The corner of Sister Wen's mouth quirked up into a smile, "Speaking of which, what a coincidence. The first time I met my husband was at that snack bar. But when I said he wasn't as good as you, it was because he didn't dare say anything. He just held on to me so that I wouldn't get hurt. "

As he spoke, Sister Wen's eyelashes seemed to get moist, with traces of water vapor. "At that time, I even thought that you weren't going to help, but I didn't expect that you would take the opportunity to sneak in an attack."

I nodded to show that I understood. I suddenly understood why this woman hadn't found a suitable artiste after so many years of being around Laixiang.

After a moment of silence, I finally couldn't stand the silence anymore. "Sister Wen, can you give me a cigarette?"

Sister Wen did not say anything. She silently took out the pack of cigarettes from her bag, passed it over to me and lit it up for herself.

I watched her as she lit up a cigarette, took a deep breath, and continued puffing. Sister Wen's makeup was very light today, it was hard to tell that her clothes were young, making her seem very energetic.

Sister Wen took note of my gaze, and started stroking her hair, which had drifted to her shoulders, as she smiled: "Zi Lu, is elder sister good-looking?!"

In my mind, I remembered how Sister Wen seduced me last night in my room. I couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva as I thought that yesterday's Sister Wen was like a fox spirit that had gone down to her bones. And today, it seemed as if she had suddenly turned into a pure jade-like big sister that lived next door.

"Alright, let's go back."

The Sister Wen said without even looking at me, and slowly walked in the direction that we came from.

I didn't mind. If I could only say that I met this woman yesterday, then I finally have some understanding of her today.

We went back the way we had come, and when we got back to the street where the food was, the stall owner was no longer there, not just him, and almost the whole street was empty.

I looked at the time and realized it was already 12 o'clock.

Seeing this, I heaved a sigh of relief. I had already made up my mind, after walking for a while longer, I would go back to the Sister Wen to park my car, and then she would go home. At that time, I would call her back myself.

Because to me, the Sister Wen is not only my guest, but also my friend.

After a few minutes, we returned to the underground garage near the Long Street. Just as we were about to follow the Sister Wen into the garage, we heard some noises coming from the garage.

I walked in front, a little puzzled. Sister Wen also frowned.

"Draw up a fucking little pipe! How dare he block father's way! Brothers, continue to smash him! Anyway, this car isn't yours, so there's no need to feel sorry for it.

When he turned the corner, the sound in the garage became clearer. The moment he walked over, he saw a few young men with short sleeves and holes, carrying sticks and beating around a fiery red sports car.

My pupils contracted, this BMW Z4 is Sister Wen's sports car!

At this time, the Sister Wen who was behind me also followed behind me. Their footsteps stopped by my side, and they could hear the Sister Wen's extremely furious voice, "All of you, stop!"