Chapter 235 If you keep talking nonsense, your pocket money for next month will be cut in half.

Sang Xiaomian didn't expect Meng Zhi to understand and ask so directly.

She looked at the girl in front of her, whose features were somewhat similar to Meng Zhizhou's. Her eyes, which originally showed a bit of feminine tenderness, gradually became firm and sharp.

Meng Zhiyi curled her lips, looked at Sang Xiaomian who finally stopped pretending, and chuckled, "Why don't you continue pretending?"

Sang Xiaomian's brows wrinkled slightly, and her already pretty face now showed the sternness that a police officer should have.

He said in a calm voice: "You just said that the less I know, the safer I will be."

Meng Zhiyi blinked at her and said, "That was just now."

"..." Sang Xiaomian didn't know how to answer for a moment.

But the girl in front of him didn't seem to be willing to let him go. After a while, Sang Xiaomian sighed and said, "I can't say more. I can only tell you that there is something wrong with the Jiang family."

Meng Zhiyi raised her eyebrows. Although Sang Xiaomian did not directly give the answer she wanted, it also confirmed her guess.

It turned out that his identity was exposed for Meng Zhizhou.

"Okay, I won't force you." Meng Zhiyi glanced at the time and estimated that Meng Zhizhou would be back soon.

She stood up, thought for a few seconds, and then said, "There are people outside who are looking for you. I suggest that you stay with my eldest brother before returning to the shore. It will be safer. As for after you get to the shore, I will not be responsible for you."

When Sang Xiaomian heard that she was asked to follow Meng Zhizhou, her expression suddenly became a little helpless.

It was strange that she could survive the grueling training and the inhuman torture of her enemies, but when facing Meng Zhizhou, all her strength and rationality collapsed.

"Um...can I follow you?" Sang Xiaomian said with some panic.

"?" Meng Zhiyi looked at her blankly, and asked puzzledly: "Why, don't you like my elder brother?"

Sang Xiaomian bit her lip, then a hint of helplessness appeared in her eyes as she said, "I do like him, but my identity... and the responsibilities I bear do not allow me to mix in too many personal emotions."

"He and I are not suitable."

When saying the last sentence, Sang Xiaomian seemed to have a hint of reluctance, but more of a sense of loss.

Meng Zhiyi pursed her lips, somewhat understanding Sang Xiaomian.

However...

"That won't work. My boyfriend and I are still in the honeymoon period. Just bear with it and follow my brother."

"Don't worry, I will warn him and ask him to be polite to you."

Sang Xiaomian: "..." She wasn't afraid that Meng Zhizhou would be rude to her, she was afraid that she would lose control...

"You..." She wanted to say something, but Meng Zhizhou had already returned.

Sang Xiaomian quickly retracted her sharp edge and turned back into her weak and helpless self.

Meng Zhiyi saw this and thought it was awesome.

And secretly wondered:

[Does Big Brother like the soft type? ]

When Meng Zhizhou, who had just returned, heard these words, an unnatural look immediately appeared on his face.

"Okay, Shen Que has already ordered noodle soup for you, go back and eat it." Meng Zhizhou came over with a bowl of wontons and ordered them to leave.

Meng Zhiyi curled his lips, stretched his head to look at the wontons in the bowl, and said mischievously: "Hey, this wonton looks good, big brother, how about giving it to me? I'll exchange it with you for noodles."

"If you want to eat, ask Shen Que to buy it for you. Let's go."

Meng Zhizhou frowned, put the bowl on the bedside table, grabbed Meng Zhiyi's collar and chased her out.

"well!"

"Brother, you value women over girls!"

"Sure enough! They're all fake!"

"Now that you have a sister-in-law, you don't love me anymore!"

"I'm going to go back and complain to my parents!"

Meng Zhizhou: "If you keep talking nonsense, your pocket money will be cut in half next month."

Meng Zhiyi shut his mouth instantly.

Meng Zhizhou dragged the man out of the door and then ruthlessly closed it.

[Humph! Stinky man! ]

She put her hands on her hips and snorted angrily at the door.

Shen Que stood behind her, his face full of doting.

"Yiyi, if you don't go back, your face will become clumsy." He was standing not far behind her, his voice soft and gentle.

Meng Zhiyi turned around and trotted towards him, naturally reaching out to hold his arm: "Let's go, let's go."

Inside the house, Meng Zhizhou returned to the room and looked at Sang Xiaomian awkwardly: "My little sister is a little naughty, don't mind it."

Sang Xiaomian smiled and said, "She is very likable."

Meng Zhizhou curled his lips, his tough features softened, and then he picked up the bowl of wontons and said, "I remember you liked this very much when you were in college, so I bought it."

"Thank you." Sang Xiaomian lowered her eyes, not daring to let Meng Zhizhou see the friendship hidden deep in her eyes. She deliberately said in a very distant tone: "I may have to trouble you in the next few days. Will it disturb your life?"

"No, the medical care on board is not good. You can't go anywhere in your condition. Just stay here with me." He paused and continued, "Don't worry, I'll stay in the next room for a few days."

Sang Xiaomian hummed softly.

Meng Zhizhou: "Do you want me to feed you? Or should I hold it for you and you eat it yourself?"

"I, I'll do it myself..." Sang Xiaomian hurriedly took the spoon, then lowered her head and started eating.

At first she was a little nervous and ate quickly.

Meng Zhizhou frowned and held her hand: "Slow down, I'm not rushing you."

"good……"

Sang Xiaomian didn't dare to look Meng Zhizhou in the eye the whole time, until she finished her bowl of wontons and waited until he stood up and left, then she dared to look up at his back.

But under the quilt, the memory card tightly grasped in her other hand reminded her all the time.

Now that my father's warning has been raised again, I must not let the people down, nor must I let down my original belief.

Sang Xiaomian closed her eyes and once again buried her friendship deep in her heart.

At the same time, the deepest part of the cruise ship cabin.

Jiang Huailong listened to his men's report with a gloomy face. He could no longer contain his anger when he learned that they had neither found the escaped undercover police officer nor caught the two men who broke into the auction room.

"I spent so much money to support you, and in the end you ended up supporting a bunch of garbage?!"

The subordinates standing below all lowered their heads and dared not speak. Even the small leader standing in the front swallowed his saliva, his heart in his throat.

"Who is it? Who is responsible for guarding the undercover?" Jiang Huailong asked through gritted teeth.

"Yes...it's me..." one of the men in black spoke.

Jiang Huailong looked at him, his eyes filled with anger and murderous intent.

The next second, there was a gunshot.

The man in black was shot dead by him.

This scene shocked everyone present and made them even more terrified.

"This is the result of incompetent work." Jiang Huailong threw the gun to the bodyguard beside him, scanned all his men with a cold gaze, and continued: "Keep looking, and you must catch the undercover before going ashore!"

"Yes." The man in black answered with a trembling voice.

Then, as Jiang Huailong stood up and left, he said to his confidant: "Throw the body into the sea and dispose of it."