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Chapter 133 The Bath Towel Falling on the Balcony
The bald man finally realized the seriousness of the matter, and asked with some doubts: "What do you mean? Who is Young Master Zuo? Also, who was that middle-aged man just now?"

"Young Master Zuo, don't you know? How many of us in southern Burma are qualified to be called Young Master Zuo? And the middle-aged man you mentioned is Director Ma of our city bureau."

The bald man was completely dumbfounded at this time. The Director Ma of the Municipal Bureau, Young Master Zuo, is the only one who can command Director Ma of the Municipal Bureau so casually and can be called Young Master Zuo. The top yamen in southern Myanmar, Zuo Yunlei .

"It's over, I've hit a hornet's nest now..."

It was still early for Ye Feng and Zhang Kexin to return to the hotel, it was only around 09:30. The two had just sat down on the sofa when Zhang Kexin stared at Ye Feng with wide-eyed eyes, pinching his nose vigorously with a jade hand.

"Ye Feng, what's the matter with you? Why is it so smelly?"

Ye Feng froze for a moment, pulled up the front of his chest and smelled it, and suddenly a smell of alcohol mixed with sweat permeated the air.

"Well, maybe I drank too much, Sister Zhang, I'll take a shower first..." Ye Feng explained embarrassingly, got up and trotted all the way to the bedroom.

He knew that this was the smell of alcohol emanating from the body.

Seeing Ye Feng fleeing in embarrassment, Zhang Kexin couldn't help laughing. She didn't know why, but somehow fell in love with Ye Feng's unique shy side in front of her.

When Ye Feng came out of the room after taking a shower, Zhang Kexin had disappeared. The living room was so quiet that the sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom.

This kind of voice seemed to carry some kind of magic sound, constantly beating on Ye Feng's fragile heart, and in his mind, a dreamland constantly appeared.

Ye Feng just sat quietly on the sofa, listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, and after an unknown amount of time, the sound of running water stopped, and after a while, the mobile phone in his pocket rang.

The call was from Zhang Kexin.

Ye Feng froze for a moment, walked over and knocked on Zhang Kexin's door: "Sister Zhang, what's the matter?"

He was very puzzled, why didn't Zhang Kexin come out and say something in person, why did he have to call.

"Ye Feng, that..., can you go to the balcony and get my bath towel for me." Zhang Kexin stammered, with a bit of shyness in her voice. She has a cleanliness habit and likes to tidy up everything It's clean, and every time I go out to stay in a hotel, I never use the things in the hotel, even if it's a one-off.

After taking a shower yesterday, Zhang Kexin carefully washed the bath towel she brought, and dried it on the balcony in the living room.

When Ye Feng heard this, he became agitated uncontrollably.

Send bath towels to the proprietress, isn't it because the proprietress is still taking a bath in the bathroom...

Thinking of this, his thoughts began to fly uncontrollably.

"Hey, Ye Feng, did you hear that?" After waiting for a while without Ye Feng's reply, Zhang Kexin's voice sounded again.

"Oh, I heard it, I heard it, I'll get it right away." Ye Feng responded and came to the balcony of the living room. It was a milky white bath towel, and you could smell a fresh fragrance from a distance. Get it, Ye Feng It seemed that he could still feel the residual body temperature.

It's warm and comfortable.

Opening the bedroom door, Ye Feng walked in with a bath towel, and the yellowish light in the bathroom reflected through the glass on the door.

The glass is the kind of glass that seems to be covered with cellophane. Looking from the outside to the inside, you can't see anything at all, but that's it, Ye Feng feels that he is in a trance, as if he saw that under the yellowish light, Delicate curves.

At some point, the blurred scenery in front of my eyes disappeared, and everything became transparent, and it seemed so real to my eyes.

"Sister Zhang, I brought you the bath towel." Ye Feng said slowly, patting the door of the bathroom lightly.

After the words fell, his mind once again fell into a fluttering situation. He didn't know what kind of posture the beautiful proprietress would appear in when the bathroom door opened...

"En." Zhang Kexin hummed shyly, and said through the glass door of the bathroom: "Ye Feng, close your eyes first."

"Close your eyes?" Ye Feng asked suspiciously.

"If I told you to shut it up, you just shut it up, where did so many words come from..." Zhang Kexin said coquettishly.

"Close your eyes, just close your eyes. What's the big deal? Besides, I've seen it just now!" Ye Feng muttered, but closed his eyes obediently.

"What are you talking about?"

"No, no, nothing."

After a while, Ye Feng heard the lock of the bathroom door snap open, and then it seemed that a wave of heat gushed out from the gap of the door, mixed with the fragrance of various smells.

The smell of shampoo, shower gel, perfume and deodorant mixed together, like a dose of the most violent poison, severely stimulated Ye Feng's fragile heart.

"Pass the towel in through the crack in the door." Zhang Kexin hid behind the bathroom door, stretching out a smooth and delicate arm like a lotus root.

Ye Feng curled his lips helplessly and said, "With my eyes closed, how do I know where the gap in the door is?"

"Then you don't know how to feel it?" Zhang Kexin said angrily.

"Touch and see?" Ye Feng always felt very ambiguous when he heard these words: "What if I touch something that shouldn't be touched?"

"Hmph! What should you touch? You've touched your whole body. What else should you not touch?" Zhang Kexin murmured to herself, and said slowly, "Oh, you slowly Just touch it, anyway, I only stretched out one arm, can you touch it down the arm and hand it to my hand..."

Ye Feng closed his eyes, and started to grope randomly. Slowly, he finally found an empty gap. This should be the gap where the bathroom door was opened. Along the gap, Ye Feng groped back and forth, and finally touched a delicate piece of wood. on smooth skin.

"Sister Zhang, is this your arm?"

Zhang Kexin rolled her eyes angrily: "Nonsense, how can there be anything if it's not my arm?"

Ye Feng laughed, and continued to grope along his arm. He didn't know whether it was on purpose or what happened, but he went all the way up the arm and climbed onto the fragrant shoulder.

Zhang Kexin was shy in her heart, and said coquettishly: "Ye Feng, where are you groping, let you put it in my hand, how did you touch your shoulder?"

Ye Feng himself also sensed something was wrong. Hearing this, he hurriedly groped back, feeling the flimsy taste brought by that delicate and smooth arm all the way, and finally handed the bath towel to Zhang Kexin's hand .

Zhang Kexin took the towel and was about to close the bathroom door, but unexpectedly her foot slipped, and she fell towards the door opening.

"Ah..." The floor of the bathroom is very hard, and the direction in which she fell happened to be a finely carved granite sink. If she just hit it like this, she would definitely be hit badly.

Hearing the exclamation of the beautiful proprietress, Ye Feng hurriedly opened his eyes, the thrilling scenery in front of him flashed away, and in the blink of an eye, the beautiful proprietress was about to hit the carved granite sink.

At the critical moment, Ye Feng rushed over with a stride, and stretched out his hand to embrace Zhang Kexin into his arms...

silence.

There was a deathly silence in the bathroom.

After a brief silence, Zhang Kexin hurriedly straightened up, not caring about what was exposed or not, and repeatedly pushed Ye Feng out of the bathroom.

After closing the bathroom door, Zhang Kexin leaned against the door, gasping for breath.

When Ye Feng walked back to the living room, his mind was still full of the clear scene just now. Looking down, the material of the jeans was obviously not enough.

That night, Zhang Kexin didn't return to the living room after taking a shower. Ye Feng walked back to his bedroom feeling a little disappointed when he saw the lights in Zhang Kexin's bedroom turned off.

After closing the door, Ye Feng took out the note that Mr. Long gave him in his pocket. He really wanted to see what was written on the note, but after struggling for a while, he suppressed this desire .

He was very curious, how did Mr. Long know how many people his master would take him to meet in a while, and what made him even more strange was how Mr. Long knew that the people his master would take him to meet were two old men and a young woman. This made him even more confused!

After all, he only heard the meaning from the master's words that the master might take him to meet a few people in a month's time...

"The top two ancient martial arts of the Long family..." When recalling the two words of Long Lao in his mind, Ye Feng became agitated uncontrollably. The top ancient martial arts of the sect, I am afraid it is no less than the unique knowledge of the Huangdi Neijing and Nitian Shenzhen of the Mohist genius physicians!

Taking out the business card and playing with it in his hand for a while, he decided that during this period of time in southern Myanmar, he must take some time to meet Long Lao.

After adjusting his thoughts, Ye Feng continued to stand up on the Qiankun Pile. The master said that he only has one month, so he must try his best within one month to achieve results on the Qiankun Pile.

"Concentrate and calm down, meet the upper and lower dantians, cultivate life and soul, gather energy and the inner dantian..."

Entering the state of looking inside again, Ye Feng began to keep trying to control the flow of Qi and blood in his body.

After one night, Ye Feng only managed to grasp a trick to control the circulation of Qi and blood, but he didn't gain much in other things.

On Pingchuan's side, on the second night after Ye Feng left Pingchuan and came to southern Myanmar, Mo Lao took Yundong away. Before that, Mo Lao went to an ordinary house in a village on the outskirts of the city.

When Mo Lao came to this private house, the gate was not locked. He opened the gate and walked in, and saw the open door. Walking through the door, an old figure appeared in front of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)