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After breakfast, Yuan Xiaoshan planned to send Meng Yingxiang to school.

But it was rejected.

The reason was that she had notified her family, someone came back to pick her up, and said her bodyguards were already waiting.

Without waiting for Yuan Xiaoshan to say anything, Meng Yingxiang just said "goodbye" to him and ran out in a hurry.

Although Meng Yingxiang is small, she can run quite fast.

In a flash, the person had disappeared.

Yuan Xiaoshan did not catch up, but he walked to the balcony and saw Meng Yingxiang walking further and further away. After finally getting into a car, he returned to the house with confidence.

"By the way, bank card..."

Yuan Xiaoshan returned to the bedroom, and after rummaging under the pillow, he found the bank card he had put here before.

"That girl is too nervous, why did she leave something behind again?"

Yuan Xiaoshan wanted to send the things back, but the car Meng Yingxiang was riding in had already entered the highway, and he didn't know where it went.

Rubbing his eyebrows, Yuan Xiaoshan said with a headache: "If I had known earlier, I would have asked her where she lives."

"Speaking of which, how did Meng Yingxiang know where my home is?"

Apart from Meng Yingxiang, I'm afraid no one else knows about this issue.

Although Yuan Xiaoshan was confused, he was not very curious, and he soon put the matter behind him.

What he should do now is clean up his job.

"This meal seems to be a bit too much!" This is another headache.

Yesterday, Yuan Xiaoshan saw Meng Yingxiang's appetite.

If people were staying to eat, they had to be well fed and drunk, so he copied a few more dishes.

Who would have thought that Meng Yingxiang just had no appetite.

Yuan Xiaoshan also barely ate much because of the fly, which resulted in saving a little too much food.

The refrigerator is now full of things and there is no room to put them.

"Everything is not going well! Hey..."

…

My name is Donald Duck 1·Temupu, a killer who is crazy for his artistry.

Explosions are art!

This is my motto and my professional ethics. I am crazy about explosions.

I used to be an artist.

Now I am a demolitionist.

When it comes to art and explosions, I am an expert.

I'm an expert at combining art and blasting.

It is no exaggeration to say that no one in this world understands art better than me, and no one understands explosions better than me.

Just today, Donald Duck 1 received a new list.

His target is a child named Meng Yingxiang, who looks less than ten years old, but is actually seventeen years old.

Unlike the Donald Duck next door, Donald Duck 1 accepted this assassination list not because of its high bounty, but because he saw inspiration from Meng Yingxiang.

In order to repay Meng Yingxiang, he came to this city just to put on an art performance.

Due to the strict censorship of the target school, Donald Duck 1 has not been able to sneak in, and even now he has not been able to express his art.

Not long ago, he received reliable news.

Target Meng Yingxiang has been very close to a man recently.

The man's name is Yuan Xiaoshan, and he lives in an ordinary rental house.

In order to avoid alerting the enemy, he squatted outside the door for a long time. At about three o'clock in the afternoon, he finally waited until the owner of the room left.

There is no one watching, so sneaking in is not difficult.

He pried open the door next to Yuan Xiaoshan, sneaked into the house through the balcony, stuck the bomb on the door with glue, and then put the switch on the door handle.

Just turn the doorknob and the bomb will detonate.

It seems like a very simple task, but its arrangement is quite complicated, especially the details.

But Donald Duck 1 is an expert. No one in the world knows explosions better than him, and he is already familiar with such trivial matters as setting up bombs.

In just half an hour, he had arranged the bomb.

After completing the deployment, he climbed from the balcony to the next door and locked the door.

Just waiting for the owner of the house to come back with Meng Yingxiang.

At that time, an exciting art is about to be staged.

…

Jingle Bell!

Jingle Bell……

The ringtone of the mobile phone rang, and Yuan Xiaoshan woke up from his sleep.

He picked up the mobile phone on the desk next to him. He was too sleepy to read the call notes and answered the call directly.

"Hello!"

"it's me."

The voice on the other end sounded familiar.

It's just that Yuan Xiaoshan just woke up not long ago, and he is still half asleep and half awake. His mind is so groggy that he can't remember who the other party is.

"Oh, it's you, what's the matter?"

Yuan Xiaoshan didn't recognize it.

But these are not important. What is important is whether the other party is okay.

If it wasn't something important, he planned to deal with it casually and then go back to sleep.

"Master, I'm already out of school."

Hearing the word "Master", Yuan Xiaoshan remembered that the voice on the other end was Meng Yingxiang.

"Then what?" Yuan Xiaoshan yawned.

"I want to find you, but where are you now?"

"Me?" Yuan Xiaoshan hesitated.

He wanted to tell Meng Yingxiang that she was at home now, but when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly changed his words: "What do you want to see me for?"

"Didn't we become a master-disciple relationship?" Meng Yingxiang laughed: "So I thought of treating the master to a meal, as a way of showing my disciple's filial piety."

"I'm not free now, so you don't have to spend money." Yuan Xiaoshan declined politely.

He doesn't hate Meng Yingxiang, he even likes her a little. After all, the child is well-behaved and smart, which is quite lovable.

But the two of them are strangers after all, and it is not a good thing to get too close.

The so-called master-disciple relationship was just to appease Meng Yingxiang.

After all, he had nothing to teach Meng Yingxiang at all.

This master-disciple relationship is in name only. As time goes by, Meng Yingxiang's interest fades and she will definitely forget it soon.

"But I have already made a reservation with the hotel in advance, and I have paid the money. The hotel also agreed in advance that it cannot be refunded." Meng Yingxiang was a little anxious.

I just don’t know if it’s because Yuan Xiaoshan didn’t go, or because the hotel reservation was too expensive and I felt it was a waste.

Yuan Xiaoshan also felt that waste was bad.

After pondering for a moment, he suggested: "Then you can go by yourself, or go with a friend."

"How can this be done?" Meng Yingxiang was very determined: "The purpose of booking the hotel this time is to entertain Master. If I go by myself or go with others, wouldn't it be disrespectful of Master? If Master really can't spare the time,

, then I’d better turn it down. Anyway, I only ordered a few dishes, which cost only a few thousand yuan.”

"..."

Yuan Xiaoshan was speechless.

He just couldn't understand how Meng Yingxiang, a young but well-behaved person who looked quite sensible, could become so neurotic when it came to money.

Doesn’t this mean you don’t take money seriously at all?

Yuan Xiaoshan obviously feels pain in his body just thinking about it.
To be continued...