Chapter 7 (2/2)

”Clothing wholesale market of xidafongmen.”

”Oh”

I fell into silence in the car. I secretly scolded myself for being too clumsy to find a topic.

”Chunan, you drive very steadily.” Maybe Murphy didn't adapt to the stagnant atmosphere either, and started the conversation on his own initiative.

”Thank you.” It's too tight. I have a thick head. What a good chance. I can't think of anything to say. I say two words.

Murphy is a quiet person. He seems to have no desire to talk to me. Of course, he will choose silence. The atmosphere is more embarrassing than before. We came to Dafeng gate in the west of the city in silence all the way. God, please send a flash of lightning to kill me, a fool It's complicated, the road is not familiar and it's easy to turn. Even though I've been here several times, I've almost driven. After the car stopped at the open-air parking lot of the clothing wholesale market, Murphy dialed the phone in the car.

”Here I am, where are you?” I can't help wondering who is on the other end of the phone and why I offered Murphy to such a remote place.

Dafeng gate belongs to the three no matter area. It has a mixture of dragon and snake. The public security is very poor. As far as I know, the company has no business here.

There was a woman's hoarse voice on the phone. It didn't sound young, and it was very impolite. ”There's a road crossing 200 meters west along the highway, and there's a bath center not far left. I'm waiting in the lobby. You come here.”

”Bath center?” Murphy was obviously unhappy. ”Why in that place?”

”You will know when you come.” The woman on the other side didn't want to say more and hung up.

I drove to the door of the bath center and frowned. Although there is no sign that says it's a very informal place, it's just that you will feel that way. Maybe it's called evil spirit. The exaggeration of the girl who occasionally goes in and out or lingers in front of the door wriggling her ass is the root of the evil spirit.

”Chunan, wait for me here.”

”Mr. Mo, I'll go with you.” To be honest, I don't trust to let a woman in secret love go to such a place.

”No, it's private. You can wait for me.” Murphy simply refused me, picked up the bag and got off the car.

Private affairs? What kind of private business do you come to such a place? Seeing Murphy, who is as noble as a goddess, walking into the beautiful bathhouse, I felt a strange surge of discomfort in my heart. What is the bully woman doing on the phone?

In order not to daydream, I turned on the sound in the car. The sound like the sound of nature made me feel a kind of ethereal shock in an instant. It was a song of fleeting years by Faye Wong.

”The disadvantage of loving an angel --”

”in a devil's language --”

”the emperor is in the cloud --”

”just blinked an eye”

a song hasn't been finished yet, I'm intoxicated, so I hear someone quarreling outside, lie on the glass, lean! What other songs do you listen to!

At the door of the bath center, Murphy was rudely pulled by a middle-aged woman and slapped in the face!