Quick time travel: The coquettish boss has turned black again!

Chapter 87

Push aside the crowd and rush over quickly.

Murong Beixiao was talking with his friend, when he felt someone approaching him, out of instinct, he directly used a grappling hand.

Ever since, Zhai Ling was sadly caught by him.

"Hey, hey, it hurts..."

Hearing the familiar cry of pain, Murong Beixiao frowned, and quickly let go of his fingers.

Zhai Ling rubbed his nearly crushed wrist and pouted angrily.When I thought of asking him for help, I didn't lose my temper.

Even unable to control the remaining pain in his wrist, he grabbed his arm again and said anxiously: "Brother Beixiao, my friend is missing, can you help me find it?"

As soon as she heard her sweet voice calling her brother Beixiao, Murong Beixiao, who wanted to ask her why she came to the bar by herself, suddenly lost her temper.

In order to prevent people passing by from bumping into her, he took her into his arms.

At this moment, Zhai Ling, who cared about his friends, didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and hurriedly wanted to repeat what he said just now.

But before she could speak, Murong Beixiao's deep and magnetic voice rang out, "Give me your friend's photo."

Zhai Ling quickly called up Wu Qinqin's photo from her phone. As soon as Murong Beixiao called, the bar manager hurried over.Then he took the photos and ordered the waiters to check each box.

At the same time, I also checked the monitoring.

A series of things happened in a steady and orderly manner, probably because the man beside him was too calm, and Zhai Ling quickly calmed down.

Seeing the bar manager respectfully ordering the staff to find someone, she felt that her decision was correct.

This Murong Beixiao was as powerful as she imagined.It's good to have a relationship, and you don't have to find it yourself.

Is she hugging this thigh?Or should I hug it?

When he took the bar manager to order someone to find Wu Qinqin, Zhai Ling was not idle and went to the monitoring room in person.

Then, from the surveillance video, I saw a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, obviously impure, taking Wu Qinqin away.

But the strange thing is that Wu Qinqin didn't drink, but she didn't struggle at all, as if she voluntarily followed him.

Looking at the picture on the screen, Zhai Ling frowned, wondering if the two of them knew each other.

The next second, she suddenly felt a tightness around her waist, and then her back was pressed against a broad and warm chest.

Before Zhai Ling could react, Murong Beixiao's warm palm had already gently stroked her forehead.

Then a magnetic and mellow voice sounded above his head, "Don't frown at every turn, you are obviously talented, but you act like you are 88 years old."

Zhai Ling: "..."

You are only 88 years old, and I am still the same girl, how about a flower! ?
Although he complained so much in his heart, Zhai Ling slowly relaxed his frown.

Murong Beixiao's body temperature gently penetrated into her skin through her slightly callused fingertips.

Hot and itchy.

For some reason, Zhai Ling didn't seem to reject this feeling of skin lifting.

In my heart, a strange feeling slowly rose.

Just when the atmosphere was gradually becoming charming, the cell phone in Zhai Ling's pocket suddenly rang.

Immediately, she was almost taken aback. When she came back to her senses, she glanced at the phone screen and found that it was Wu Qinqin's call, so she quickly pressed the answer button.

(End of this chapter)