Chapter 4 Verse 18 Tentative

  Wang Licheng returned to the room, wearing servant clothes, which naturally raised everyone's suspicion. However, he was more afraid of Zhu Meier and evaded everyone's inquiry. He still didn't know that Liu Zi was already in Zhu Meier's hands, but he couldn't contact Liu Zi either. Peng Haoming was busy dealing with Zhu Meier today and had no time to care about him. Only now did he remember the matter of Liu Zi. The driver sent to pick up Liu Zi said that the police had come and even opened fire, but it was unclear whether anyone was caught. Meanwhile, the person waiting on the other side of the border still hadn't seen Liu Zi's figure.

  One wave has not yet subsided, another wave is rising. Wang Licheng cried with a sad face, deeply experiencing Liu Bang's feeling. Now Zhu Meier is the knife and chopping board, and he is the fish to be slaughtered. But Liu Bang still had a brave warrior named Fan Kuai, while he could only hope for Cong Zai, which was no better than hoping for Iron Man to fall from the sky! As for Peng Haoming, Wang Licheng just wanted to use him, but now it seems that he is not even Zhu Meier's opponent. Wang Licheng looked at the shadow of the mercenaries walking on the watchtower outside the window, his mood plummeting to freezing point. If Liu Si was really caught by the police, then it would be truly over!

  Liu Zi, who was running for his life, could also be considered to have narrowly escaped death. His swimming skills were average, but when it comes to survival, people often exhibit extraordinary abilities. As he was floating in the water, a police officer shot him in the left thigh, and the intense pain caused him to sink underwater. However, just as he was about to suffocate, he resurfaced, ignoring the wound on his leg, and struggled to climb ashore.

  The power of the small cannon was not to be underestimated, and many police officers were complaining about it. Liu Zi had been shot and should have been a quiet corpse in the river waiting for the police to find him. However, the bullet from the small cannon only embedded shallowly into his flesh. Liu Zi climbed up the bank, gritted his teeth, and used his hand to dig out the bullet head. He hastily bandaged himself and saw that the police were urgently searching for a boat in the river to salvage him. Liu Zi limped and escaped into the forest. He was not familiar with the terrain at all, but his desire to survive made him rush around in the mountains, not knowing how many turns he took or how many mountains he climbed. From afar, he saw a dirt road between the mountains, with vehicles and people on it. Liu Zi didn't care about anything else and stumbled over to ask for help.

  That was Zhu Mei'er's mercenary and the lower house transaction. When Liu Zi saw that it was a group of armed soldiers, he couldn't run away in time. The mercenaries didn't even break a sweat as they caught Liu Zi. To save his life, Liu Zi desperately explained that he was Wang Licheng's man, and Wang Licheng was doing business with Zhu Mei'er...

  All this had happened before Peng Haoming and others arrived at Zhu Meier's villa. Zhu Meier didn't play the six son card, just to see if Peng Haoming and Wang Licheng were honest or not.

  Peng Haoming's plan didn't include Liu Zi at all, and Wang Licheng was busy trying to save his own life, not even thinking about Liu Zi struggling for survival, yet somehow managed to deceive Zhu Meier.

  But this is also temporary, Zhu Meier has her own plan, although she sometimes feels confused about her actions.

  Peng Haoming and others idled away in the villa for several days, to put it more accurately, they were under house arrest. The range of their activities was limited to the three floors of the villa. Although the gate was open, they couldn't even step into the courtyard outside the door. Peng Haoming tried several times but was scolded back by the mercenaries guarding the entrance.

  From the perspective of accommodation, it is still very comfortable here. The air is fresh, the decoration is exquisite, and every inch of the room is covered with thick high-grade carpets, soft leather sofas, and mahogany furniture. Many people yearn for such luxurious yet understated decor, and there is also complete security, outsiders can't get close - of course, the people inside can't go out either, unless they have the owner's permission.

  The weather this season is not very good, with occasional light rain, a autumn rain and a cold spell, the temperature has inevitably dropped. In the evening, the owner of the villa appeared in front of the gate of Peng Haoming's villa. Wang Licheng and Cong Zai were leaning lazily on the sofa, their legs open and propped up on the tea table in front of the sofa, their posture was very ungraceful. Zhu Meier frowned in disgust, Wang Licheng saw Zhu Meier and quickly got up from the sofa, with a smile all over his face: "Sister Zhu you're here?"

  Zhu Mei'er responded with a simple "uh-huh" and asked, "Where's Ming Ge?"

  "They are in the room upstairs."

  Zhu Meier ignored Wang Licheng and went straight upstairs. Weng Cai was sleeping soundly in the second-floor room, while Zhu Meier came to the third floor and knocked on the door.

  Peng Haoming found it somewhat strange, a light, rhythmic "tap tap tap" three times, then slightly heavier three more times. The person knocking on the door was very polite, their voice just loud enough to be heard, and seemed to carry a hint of hesitation. It was completely unlike Weng Cai's heavy pounding or Wang Licheng's continuous knocking and calling.

  "The door is not locked, come in." Peng Haoming responded to the knock on the door.

  Zhu Meier pushed open the door and walked in. Peng Haoming was slightly surprised, standing up from the chair by the window: "Mei Jie."

  "I told you, call me Mei'er." Zhu Mei'er looked somewhat displeased and closed the door.

  "Sorry, Mei'er." Peng Haoming felt a bit awkward and couldn't think of anything to say for the moment.

  "Are you used to living here yet?" Zhu Meier asked casually, but the answer she wanted to hear was obvious.

  "Everything is perfect except for the lack of freedom." Peng Haoming's response made Zhu Meier smile wryly. He was indeed an arrogant bastard, and his casual answer to her casual question was quite expected.

  "What are you looking at?" Zhu Meier walked to the window, sat down in a chair and found a comfortable position, elegantly crossing her legs.

  "The sunset... but today's sunset doesn't look good." Peng Haoming replied somewhat uninterestingly, handing Zhu Meier a cup and pouring her a cup of tea: "I'll just borrow your flower to worship you... uh... goddess."

  "Shouldn't the sunset be very beautiful?" Zhu Meier lightly sipped a mouthful of tea.

  "Now and then cloudy, now and then sunny, now and then rainy. The sunset at this time is unpredictable, far from being as beautiful as the sunset on a clear day." Peng Haoming looked out of the window at the sunset, then looked at Zhu Meier: "Just like it's reluctant to fall into darkness, wanting to struggle but being wrapped in rain and fog, finally having no choice but to fall down, waiting for rebirth the next day."

  "What then?" Zhu Meier's voice was soft and trembling slightly.

  "Then, tomorrow it will rise again, waiting for it is a sunny day, or the same as today..." Peng Haoming shrugged and replied indifferently: "These are emotions given to the sun by humans, the sun may not think so."

  "If the sun had thoughts, what do you think it would be thinking?" Zhu Meier continued to ask, full of expectation.

  "Ah... time to go to work, yeah! Time to get off work! I think that's what it would be thinking." Peng Haoming joked.

  Zhu Meier burst out laughing: "I didn't expect that Ming Ge, you're not only an arrogant bastard, but also very humorous."

  "Just be a simple person, enjoy life on time, especially in this situation. Mei, with your one order, I'll move my head to another home." Peng Haoming said half-jokingly.

  "What makes you think I'd let you die?" Zhu Meier's eyes were very gentle: "Does your adrenaline tell you that danger is approaching?"

  "Yes." Peng Haoming replied simply, but it made Zhu Meier a little disappointed.

  "Or is it something else?" Zhu Meier persisted.

  "What else... Mei'er, for people like us, what other things are not dangerous?"

  "You're indeed an arrogant and rude bastard!" Zhu Meier was somewhat annoyed! No one had ever dared to be so impolite in front of her before!

  "I just want to be a quiet and peaceful person who makes a lot of money." Peng Haoming said slowly, turning his head to gaze at the sunset.

  The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and the freshly brewed hot tea was slowly cooling down.

  "Peng Haoming, if you sing a song for me, I won't kill you. What will you sing?" Zhu Meier suddenly asked.

  "The green hills remain, how many times has the sunset turned red?" Peng Haoming gazed at the sunset with a faint smile, and casually said a sentence, then self-deprecatingly laughed: "Mei'er, you won't like it."

  Peng Haoming's words enraged Zhu Meier: "Peng Haoming, look at me! Sing for me!"

  Peng Haoming turned his head, not a hint of fear in sight. It seemed that the one standing before him was not a venomous black widow but an ordinary woman. Peng Haoming looked into Zhu Meier's eyes, where flames of anger were burning fiercely. Peng Haoming smiled: "Your eyes would be even more beautiful if they were clearer."

  This sentence seems to have a magical power, Zhu Meier's anger is slowly dissipating, she is confused, what kind of person is this man in front of her? Arrogant, rude, but also makes people unable to see through, Peng Haoming quietly looked at her, capturing the movement in her eyes.

  Zhu Meier's eyes seemed to pierce through the fog, slowly becoming clear and bright. A sense of expectation rose in her heart as she softly said, "You can sing now."

  "Like a gentle rain falling into my heart, that feeling is so mysterious..." Peng Haoming hummed in a low male voice: "That's your eyes, bright and beautiful..."

  Zhu Meier's heart was churning, her eyes bursting with excitement. If it were a few years ago, Zhu Meier would have already started crying at this moment, but now her heart was bleeding - why did he come so late?!

  Peng Haoming looked at Zhu Meier's full chest as it fluctuated with her emotions, the song ended, he didn't speak, quietly waiting for Zhu Meier's next move.

  Zhu Meier cast her gaze out the window, took a deep breath, and calmed down. The two sat in silence for a while before Zhu Meier stood up: "Get ready tomorrow."

  "Does Mei Er mean that my life is saved?" Peng Haoming asked with a playful and irreverent smile.

  Zhu Mei'er gave him a hateful glance, didn't say anything, and when she left, she tried her best to suppress the emotions in her heart and said to Peng Haoming: "You are really a very shameless bastard!"

  Peng Haoming smiled and said he was very pleased with this evaluation.