After happily fantasizing about the revenge for a while, Zhao Yang continued to read the newspaper, and as he looked at it, he finally felt a little subtle tension.

A new list of blacklists appeared in the small section in the middle of the newspaper.

The so-called black list shows the ferocity when reading the introduction.

Some masters do their own things and rely on their own actions to commit crimes, completely ignoring the so-called rules that cannot harm ordinary people.

Just looking at the introduction in just a few words, Zhao Yang could vaguely see the newspaper's position, and he was obviously full of vigilance against the people on the blacklist.

One of the blacklist members is a partner of two people, with only one place in total, and the introduction is quite detailed. Wang Quan and Wang Lian, brother and sister, these two people received commissions from ordinary people three years ago. In just half a month, they destroyed a company and killed two people.

In Ming Kingdom, any death is a huge matter.

The two brothers and sisters were also on the evil list on the blacklist, and they offered a reward and were very high.

"Three years have passed, and the unlucky boss of that company still dares to work odd jobs to make a living. He was originally a good businessman and his business was not bad, but he was scared by these two people to become social terror. Even if he had to go out to work in order to make a living, he would never say anything extra to others."

Mu Qingyun shook his head, "My master drank some wine a few days ago. He dreamed that he had caught these two people and earned a large bounty. Unfortunately, it was just a dream. No one who could be on the blacklist was easy to catch. He got rich overnight, probably only in his dreams can exist."

"Don't worry about wherever you follow order, there will inevitably be someone who does not abide by the rules and disrupts the order."

Zhao Yang seemed to be thinking.

The evening breeze blew and the lake was rippling. Mu Qingyun suddenly stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll take you back first... the food is about to be messed up."

She hurried to rescue her food.

Fortunately, the dish on the stove is made of fat beef slices with tomatoes and stewed dishes. Even if it takes a little time, it will still be a good taste.

Zhao Yang returned to the multimedia room dizzy. Wang Mengmeng and Zhang Lan were dancing their mouse frantically, and their bodies flew around, shouting so hard that their throats were hoarse. It was obvious that they were playing games.

He immediately breathed out, feeling helpless. Seeing these two children who didn't know anything so happy, he felt much more relaxed, but he couldn't help but worry like an old father - don't let them bump into something they shouldn't see, so as not to cause trouble.

Soon, Mu Qingyun brought the rice and vegetables neatly, then took out the warm fresh juice, and called Wang Mengmeng, Zhang Lan, and Zhao Yang to the table for dinner.

While shouting and making a noise, Wang Mengmeng was making a noise, she watched Mu Qingyun slowly ate six bowls of rice, and her eyes flashed.

When he looked back, he was stunned when he saw Zhang Lan, and he said angrily: "What are you looking at? What's wrong? We Ah Qing didn't eat at noon, so why don't you be hungry? Just let you guys have a good appetite, but let us girls have a good appetite? Today I have had snacks, and I can eat even if I'm not hungry, and I can eat six bowls of them when I'm hungry!"

Mu Qingyun smiled.

Zhang Lan: He really said nothing!

In fact, Wang Mengmeng can't blame her for being sensitive and flirty. She has a sister who is also very fed. After meeting her several times, many people laughed at her for eating too much.

Wang Mengmeng is very angry every time.

Zhang Lan: "Yeah."

Mu Qingyun slowly ate another bowl of rice. Wang Mengmeng didn't say anything, but she was a little worried that she would be over. She simply took out her cell phone and placed an order of a few glasses of hawthorn juice.

"Well, let's have some after-dinner tea later."

Zhang Lan closed her mouth, stuffed the rice into her mouth and ate it clean. Then she took the initiative to help clean the dishes, and even carried Zhao Yang over to help.

"I just took a look at it for a while. The little girl Wang Mengmeng wished she could turn into a hedgehog and stab me in a thorn. She clearly felt that our classmate Mu had eaten a lot, hum."

Zhao Yang was in a daze for a while and quietly stroked his forehead and sighed.

How come there are more?

When he thought that classmate Mu might also fly over the eaves and walls, maybe he could stand up to him by one step, so even if he saw classmate Mu eat a cow in one breath, it would never be surprising.

The species are wrong, the levels of life seem to be different, and the appetite is different, isn’t it normal?

Can dinosaurs eat as much as little lambs?

Although Mu Qingyun didn't know that she had probably become the same species as the dinosaur in Zhao Yang's mind, she seemed to be nothing but a little embarrassed.

Today, the people who came to their house are all "actors", who are under Mr. Qiao, who are purely acting.

After her inexplicable performance today, Zhao Yang must have made up a lot of things.

But in fact, there are naturally masters, but they are far less magical than he imagined. In this era, the greatest miracle is not the ordinary person who safely survives the catastrophe and recreates civilization?

Mu Qingyun smiled and threw away the awkward little thoughts, even if Teacher Xiao Fang and Mr. Qiao insisted that she acted in such a play just for fun.

But she was actually embarrassed just now, and she also got a little bit of it, which would make her look second-rate.

In a serious academic god like Zhao Yang, she could only see from afar and even restrain herself from speaking. She felt a little inferior, and played a person who stepped on the mysterious world with one foot. She was really happy to see the other person's heartfelt surprise.

Fortunately, there is no need to worry about exposing this matter, otherwise she would not be an embarrassing problem. It would be an extremely embarrassing embarrassment that it would be useless to bury herself without seeing anyone.

After dinner, Mu Qingyun was pulled by Wang Mengmeng and played games for a while.

It took a few minutes to play until it was ten o'clock. Wang Mengmeng was still unsatisfied and quickly packed her schoolbag, packed her homework and went home.

"A Qing, it's not convenient for you these few days?"

Mu Qingyun laughed: "The only task before the midterm exam is to study. In the past few days, Mengmeng, you have to go to my house to do your homework when you have time, but you can only play games for half an hour a day."

"I don't usually play very much."

Wang Mengmeng agreed with a bulge of face.

Mu Qingyun went out and called them a car, wrote down the license plate number, and returned to the house and lay on her comfortable big bed. He was a little worried. Mr. Qiao's plan had not been completed or not.

It was so late that Zhao Yang didn't even call their driver to pick him up when he got home!

Before Mu Qingyun could finish his thoughts, he fell asleep.

Recently, her daily life has been very regular, and her sleep quality has also become excellent.

The next day, at dawn, Mu Qingyun just got up to make breakfast and actually received a WeChat message from Zhao Yang - 'Student Mu, I remember that newspaper said that there is a place to hire experts as bodyguards? I wonder if I can help with the introduction? Do I need to recharge members?'

Mu Qingyun replied silently—‘Let me take a look, wait.’

After replying, she forwarded the screenshot of the WeChat message with Zhao Yang directly to Mr. Qiao.

In less than three seconds, the other party’s WeChat message came back—‘Transfer this WeChat message business card to him and arrange it, don’t worry.’

Every time she sends a WeChat message to Mr. Qiao, Mr. Qiao always responds in seconds. I’m sorry for his cold and elite face.

Mu Qingyun suspected that Mr. Qiao might have ten heads and could handle ten problems at the same time.

Shaking his head, Mu Qingyun forwarded the WeChat business card according to Mr. Qiao's request.

That is the business card of the tea bar owner. The name of the tea bar is very loud, called "Jianghu Tea Bar".

According to Jia Junhao, he is the intermediary in their circle.

Not big, but very special.

Mr. Qiao is typing very quickly.

"It's not safe for ordinary bodyguards, even those experts commonly used in our circles are not good, but the places are different."

"If a person's eyes can see the so-called 'merit', probably the 'merit golden light' in some people in the tea bar can be so thick that they become saints."

"I'll send you a contract in the future. Who will Zhao Yang hire? I'll make an appointment for you until next year and add another layer of insurance."
Chapter completed!