Chapter 234 Free service, and you still don't appreciate it?
Anu paused for a moment, then immediately understood what it meant.
The remaining people that Brother Yun mentioned are all those who participated in the murder of Huang Sanlin.
The mastermind, Bian Xi, is already dead, so there are only two survivors left.
One is in prison, the other is in a hospital.
They were both perpetrators and participants.
But if these two damned people were tried according to the law, they probably wouldn't die.
How could Brother Yun accept that?
“I understand,” Anu replied affirmatively.
"Okay," the man replied, then hung up the phone.
Anu gets things done without him having to put in any effort.
Just then, Momo came out after taking a shower. The girl was wearing her oversized pink pajamas, which looked loose and empty, probably because she had lost weight recently.
However, it only made her fair calves, which were partially exposed, look even more slender. Further down her calves, a row of delicate pink toenails peeked out from inside her slippers, clustered together gently.
Having just stepped out of the warm bathroom and into the cool, air-conditioned room, Momo couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. Then, she gathered her still-wet hair together, wrapped it in a clean towel, and placed it on her head, waiting for the moisture to be absorbed before blow-drying it.
After all her hair was pulled back, her slender, white neck was fully exposed.
Looking at her from the sofa, the man could see that without her long hair obscuring her face, the girl had a delicate nose, long eyelashes, and skin so smooth that there were practically no flaws.
It was white and bright, and seemed to be emitting a faint mist of heat.
As Fu Yungui watched, his gaze deepened.
He subtly slowed his breathing.
After finishing her hair, Momo bent down and changed into dry slippers at the door, completely unaware of the intense gaze that had been fixed on her from not far away.
She pursed her lips gently; she had just finished showering and was still a little thirsty.
Just as she was about to get a drink of water, she looked up and met the man's gaze.
Momo was startled. In that instant, she felt that the man's gaze had been lingering on her for a long time.
"I...I'm going to get some water," she blurted out instinctively.
Fu Yungui was propping himself up on the sofa and watching her when he heard this unexpected request for action reporting. He chuckled softly.
"What, have you become henpecked?"
"This is a small matter, I will allow it."
When Momo heard this, especially the man's casual tone, she knew he was just teasing her again.
She pouted, said nothing more, and went to the adjacent tea room on her own.
The cool water flowed smoothly down Momo's throat, making her feel extremely comfortable.
She drank several more sips before finally returning home satisfied.
The man was no longer on the sofa. Momo walked to the bathroom door and heard the sound of a hairdryer coming from inside.
"Yellow Jasmine".
A nonchalant voice came from inside.
"Hmm?" The girl heard him call her name and walked towards him.
Fu Yungui had just turned off the hairdryer when he saw a round head peeking out from the doorway.
Momo gripped the door with both hands, peering inside, wanting to ask him why he had called her.
Before she could even speak, the man suddenly turned around, and the moment his gaze fell upon her, Momo's heart began to race.
The man stood there and beckoned to her, "Come here."
Momo calmed her racing heart and remained motionless. "Why did you call me?"
"I'll blow-dry your hair," the man said simply.
Upon hearing this, the girl's heart skipped a beat, and a wave of warmth washed over her.
From childhood to adulthood, apart from her parents, no one has ever blow-dried her hair on their own initiative.
Thinking of her father, Momo felt a pang of heartache.
Fu Yungui glanced at her and wondered why her eyes were red just from blow-drying her hair.
The girl's eyelashes were wet, with some water droplets clinging to them.
The man frowned. It was just a hair dryer; was it really necessary to be so touched?
No, this doesn't look like emotion; it's more like sadness.
I guess it's because it reminded me of something again.
"Huang Momo, if you're going to cry, wait until your hair is dry."
"Come here quickly."
In this air-conditioned room, my scalp was constantly damp, making it easy for cold air to get in.
If someone is already physically weak, and then their condition worsens, they might fall seriously ill and become bedridden. That would be the end of them.
"Okay." Momo lowered her head and obediently walked over.
When she reached the man, the girl glanced at the hairdryer in his hand, then removed the towel from her head, and her wet hair immediately fell down.
She still asked, somewhat unsure, "Do you know how to blow-dry hair?"
"nonsense."
"What's so difficult about that?"
Momo was taken aback by his words, and then explained, "What I mean is, my hair is longer, so it might not be as easy to blow-dry as yours, and it doesn't dry as easily."
"Then it will take a lot of time."
After listening to him over and over, only the last sentence was somewhat useful, and I didn't want to waste his time.
"It's alright, there's plenty of time now," the man said confidently.
"Oh," Momo replied, half-believing.
As soon as he finished speaking, the girl was lifted into the air. Before she could react, the man had already lifted her onto the washbasin and placed her there.
"You won't get tired even if you blow on it all night," the man casually remarked.
"..."
Momo tensed up, her pretty brows furrowed. Sitting like this wouldn't tire her out, and besides, there was no way she could blow on the wind all night; that would be too much of an exaggeration.
But, but...
Her gaze followed downwards.
Her legs were forced apart, and Fu Yungui's hard waist squeezed in from the inside of her thighs. She could almost feel the familiar strange sensation.
It seemed that there was a reaction in *a certain* place, which made her feel a little uncomfortable, but she dared not move easily.
I was afraid that if I made even the slightest movement, the person on the other end would react even more strongly.
Momo's face was already red to her earlobes, her heart was racing, and her mind was blank.
In contrast, the man remained calm, as if he hadn't felt anything. He had already turned on the hairdryer and reached out to touch her hair.
"Um, how about... I blow it myself?"
If she sat like that for ten minutes or so, her whole body would stiffen.
"What?" Fu Yungui snorted lazily. "Free service, and you're not even grateful?"
"No, no." Momo denied instinctively, then leaned back slightly.
"I'm more comfortable doing it myself, and I'm afraid you'll find it troublesome."
"If I'm willing, then you can enjoy it without worry." The man frowned and decisively refused.
I finally got into the mood and wanted to do something for her, but the little cat just wouldn't appreciate it.
However, he couldn't refuse, as he was determined to do what he wanted to do.
"Okay." Momo obediently listened, lowered her head, and didn't say a word.
Let's finish this as soon as possible.
After such a long time, she was starting to feel the strain.
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