RPAGF Chapter 495 Mengjiao
Chapter 495 Mengjiao
Interrupted from her emotions, Ma Jiaohong glared at Jiuwenlong with annoyance.
All the previous adoration and excitement had vanished, replaced by the look in his eyes when he looked at a stranger: "That's your son, not mine. You've been missing him for so many years, it's time to spend some quality time with him."
Turning her head, Ma Jiaohong's voice immediately softened: "This isn't the place to talk. Let's find somewhere else to have a proper chat."
As she spoke, Ma Jiaohong stood up, revealing her slender figure.
Seeing that Li Jian was still sitting in his seat, Ma Jiaohong asked in confusion, "Why aren't you leaving?"
Li Jian pointed to the pineapple buns on the table: "We haven't finished eating yet."
Ma Jiaohong looked at Jiuwenlong: "Hurry up and get a paper bag. What's wrong with you? You've stopped fighting, and you don't even have this much sense?"
Nine-Dragon reluctantly handed her a brown paper bag.
Ma Jiaohong packed the pineapple into a brown paper bag, put it into her bag, and reached out to pull Li Jian: "Okay, stop sitting there, what's the point of this place?"
Having no other choice, Li Jian could only get up with Ma Jiaohong.
He's a police officer, and it's not good for him to be seen in public being intimate with a woman.
"Take my car!"
Ma Jiaohong's car is a Mercedes-Benz W14, which perfectly matches her boss-like demeanor.
"You drive or should I drive?"
When Ma Jiaohong was with Li Jian, she acted like a little woman, clinging to him like a bird.
Li Jian said, "You can do it. I'm handing over these 100-plus pounds of my food to you today."
Ma Jiaohong drove Li Jian at breakneck speed all the way to a villa on a mountaintop.
The villa stands neatly in the center of the courtyard, with only two floors.
The ivory-white walls were covered with mottled green moss, and the black glazed tile roof gleamed warmly in the sunlight.
The floor-to-ceiling windows on the first floor face the courtyard, and pushing open the glass door reveals a deep blue swimming pool with crystal-clear water and a few newly fallen sycamore leaves floating on the surface.
The second-floor balcony features an ornate wrought iron railing, with several pots of jasmine drooping with delicate white flowers.
"I bought this with my own savings, what do you think?" Ma Jiaohong was like a little girl showing off her treasure, waiting for Li Jian's praise.
Li Jian nodded and said, "Very good."
Ma Jiaohong leaned back into Li Jian's arms, glanced up at him, and then unbuttoned her collar.
A delicate face gradually turned rosy.
Li Jian thought to himself, "You've delivered yourself right to my doorstep, so don't blame me for being impolite."
"Oh! They don't even know your name."
Ma Jiaohong cried out in surprise.
Li Jian said, "A name is just a label, but you can call me Menglang."
Holding Li Jian in his arms, Ma Jiaohong looked utterly infatuated: "Dream Man, then you can call me Aunt Meng."
Li Jian shook his head.
Ma Jiaohong said coquettishly, "Why not?"
Li Jian said, "Meng Gu sounds too awful, I'll just call you Meng Jiao instead."
"Mengjiao, Mengjiao, what a beautiful name. Menglang, you are really amazing. You even know how to come up with a name."
Ma Jiaohong was also blinded by hormones; no matter what Li Jian said, she thought it made sense.
Li Jian expressed his understanding of Ma Jiaohong's admiration for the strong.
Many of the "pig butchering scams" that followed exploited this psychology in women.
He cultivates a persona of being handsome, wealthy, gentle, and affectionate, packaging himself as a returned overseas elite, a Saudi prince, or a homeless celebrity, so that women will spend money on him, invest in him, and unfreeze his assets.
This tactic is extremely effective against older single women.
Many middle-aged and elderly women are crazy about it.
Some women, even when confronted by the police, refuse to believe they've been scammed.
Ma Jiaohong likes men who can fight.
Nine-Dragon used to be a formidable fighter, but unfortunately, he lost his leg and his fighting spirit.
Ma Jiaohong originally wanted to cooperate with the volcano to provoke Jiuwenlong and make him come out of the mountains again to recreate his former glory.
Who knew that he would die before he could even begin his mission?
Li Jian suddenly appeared out of nowhere, like a Cheng Yaojin.
He is more handsome and better at fighting than Nine-Dragon, and most importantly, he surpasses Nine-Dragon in every aspect.
People are most afraid of comparison.
As the saying goes, comparing goods will make you throw them away, comparing people will make you want to die.
Li Jian's quick display of skill was enough to completely captivate Ma Jiaohong.
this day.
Li Jian has changed his usual gentle demeanor.
Ma Jiaohong gritted her teeth and persevered.
If this happened to Lu Yao, Ruan Yuehua would chase him for three blocks with a knife.
But Ma Jiaohong was happy to accept it.
She likes violence and enjoys men being sexually aroused.
The more domineering a man is, the more she likes him.
Because of Ma Jiaohong, Li Jian slept until it was almost dark.
He slowly opened his heavy eyelids.
His eyelids looked as if they were made of lead.
When my vision finally focused, what entered my pupils was the thick, inky darkness of the night.
A thick black curtain had fallen over the outside of the window, as if someone had quietly covered the world with a huge velvet cloth while he was unconscious.
The glass window reflected a blurry outline, and in the distance, scattered points of light resembled stars fallen into an abyss, twinkling lonely in the night.
The rustling of leaves and branches filled the air, mingled with the hooting of owls from who-knows-where, making the room even more eerily quiet.
He tried to move his fingers, and when his fingertips touched the cold sheets, he realized with a start that he had missed the entire dusk while he was fast asleep.
Clothes were scattered everywhere in the bedroom.
Li Jian pressed the switch on the bedside lamp.
Ma Jiaohong lay on her side, one jade-like arm lying across her body, her hair disheveled, already unconscious.
The soft light shone on her profile, and she didn't make a sound.
Looking at his masterpiece, Li Jian shook his head.
This Ma Jiaohong is so arrogant, she actually dared to challenge him.
This angered Li Jian.
They used the same methods they hadn't dared to use on Lu Yao yesterday and this morning on Ma Jiaohong, sending her to her death on the spot.
Li Jian took out the cell phone that Yang Zhen had given him from his shirt pocket.
There were still many missed calls on the phone, all from Yang Zhen.
Li Jian called back: "Old Yang."
Yang Zhen's voice came through the phone receiver, "My dear Jian, you finally answered the phone. Quickly open the phone I gave you. Lu Jinqiang and Luo Yong have already entered the house and should be meeting with Lu Hantao now."
Upon hearing this, Li Jian quickly turned on his phone.
The meeting place was in the ancestral hall of Yongheng Village.
What comes into view are rows of neatly arranged candles, their flames flickering gently, illuminating the surroundings in a dim and intermittent manner.
The candles stood atop ancient bronze candlesticks, their wax dripping in layers.
The altar was made of heavy sandalwood, its surface polished smooth as a mirror. On it were placed the ancestral tablets of the Lu family for generations. The names and birth and death years were engraved in gold on the dark wooden tablets, which looked solemn and dignified under the candlelight.
At this moment, a few wisps of smoke rose from the incense burner, winding and spiraling upwards, filling the entire ancestral hall with a faint sandalwood fragrance.
An elderly man, over eighty years old, stood in the center of the ancestral hall.
His hunched back leaned slightly forward, yet still exuded the uprightness of a pine tree.