100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 590 Visiting the Golden Gate

I originally wanted to wait for it to stop ringing naturally, but that little You Zhan is too annoying. Is the Supernatural Abilities Bureau in the capital so idle all day long?

She gently pressed her lips with her little tiger teeth, but finally pressed the green answer button.

"Hey."

"Who told you to leave the capital?" The voice on the other end was deep and sounded somewhat fierce.

"I can leave whenever I want. Is there any law that says I can't?"

"You are still a criminal suspect. You can only leave the capital after it is confirmed that you have nothing to do with this matter."

When You Zhan received the news this morning that the person had escaped, his anger surged. There were people from the Supernatural Abilities Bureau outside their hotel, but even so, the person had managed to escape right under their noses, making them seem utterly useless.

"I'm not replying, I'm hanging up."

She wouldn't tolerate these arrogant guys!

......

"Beep beep beep..."

The phone suddenly went dead, and You Zhan's expression darkened even further.

A large tomb suddenly appeared in the suburbs of the capital, but the tomb robbers inside died in a gruesome manner. On an unknown silk scroll was a portrait of Shen Jinhuan, and the dying man kept muttering about Jinhuan before he died.

No matter how you twist the story, it all seems to have something to do with her.

"Boss, what should we do now?"

“Go to Haishi.” He stared at her.

......

Jin Huancai doesn't take those people seriously.

I tossed my phone into my bag and went to a shaved ice shop to cheer myself up.

After finishing their meal, they didn't forget to pack a portion for Mingjiaye, then took a taxi straight to the government building.

"Boom, boom, boom."

"Enter."

A cute little head peeked in first.

Then came a sweet "Uncle Ming~".

The man, who had been engrossed in his work, looked up at the doorway. The weariness between his brows lessened considerably, and the corners of his lips unconsciously turned up.

"Huanhuan."

The little girl skipped over and took out a beautifully packaged box of shaved ice, placing it in front of him on the table.

"I've brought you afternoon tea!"

He didn't like eating cold or sweet things, as they weren't good for his health. However, Mingjia never refused the little girl's kindness. He pulled out a small chair for her from the side and gestured for her to sit down.

Her long, slender, and fair fingers looked beautiful even when she was unpacking a box; they were incredibly charming and alluring.

She brought this super big chocolate-flavored one, topped with Oreo crumbs!

This is a typical food that young girls like to eat.

He scooped a spoonful and put it in his mouth, his taste buds filled with the sweetness of the shaved ice and the rich aroma of chocolate.

"Is it good?" she asked him, resting her chin on her hand.

"good to eat."

Jin Huan moved closer, one foot on the ground and the other kneeling adorably on the chair, reaching out to hook his glasses.

The moment my fingertips touched the cool, icy glasses frame, he grabbed my wrist.

"What are you doing?" His voice was slightly hoarse, but his tone was as slow and gentle as usual.

"Let me help you take off your glasses~"

She suddenly wanted to see if men without glasses were just as fierce during the day as they were at night.

"Good boy, get back to work."

She wouldn't listen. The man held one of her hands, but she insisted on using the other to tease him. Unfortunately, he was faster than her, and with a single effort, he lifted her up and pulled her into his arms.

"Ah~"

She let out a soft, sweet cry and then hugged his neck tightly.

"Be good, I'll give it all to you when we get home tonight."

He gently patted the little girl's back, about to put her down, when unexpectedly, she arched her back, snatched off the man's glasses, her eyes filled with a spoiled wickedness, and her lips curled up in a smug smile—"Here you go—it's mine!"

She adjusted her glasses, showing off her spoils to the big bad wolf.

Ming Jiaye's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. His sharp gaze, no longer obscured by his glasses, looked down at her with an instantly amplified sense of sullenness and oppression.

She finally realized she was afraid, and tried to get up by twisting her waist, but he tightened his grip on her even more.

His lips brushed against her slender, white neck, seemingly unintentionally.

He gently rubbed her wrist with his fingertips.

"Huanhuan is a bad child."