Liu Kunlun sat in the cab. The last time he drove the sports car was Su Qing's Peugeot 206CC. He closed his eyes and was stunned. Su Qing was right beside him.

"I forgot that male dog waist, can you drive?" The woman seemed not drunk and had some thinking ability. Liu Kunlun was just a car washer. He had just passed the age of taking the driver's license. He was afraid he couldn't drive, let alone fiddling with such high-end sports cars.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Mercedes-Benz SL sports car worth millions shot out like an arrow from a string. The woman was pushed on the back of the seat by inertia. She seemed to be a little more awake. Liu Kunlun rubbed the steering wheel with one hand, pursed his lips tightly. The silhouette was like a stone statue under the lonely street light. He took the performance of the sports car to the extreme. On the streets in the sky at midnight, passers-by who were returning late could only see the phantom of the taillights.

The diplomatic apartment outside Jianguomen is a high-end residential area. People living here are not limited to diplomats and their families. People with wealth and access can rent them. Liu Kunlun parked his car in the parking space and looked around. There were all high-end cars, including black diplomatic licenses.

"Give me the money," said Liu Kunlun, "I'll catch the train."

"Yes, my sister owes you 20,000 yuan, but there is no such a lot of money in her wallet. Come upstairs with me to get it." The woman untied her seat belt and got out of the car. Seeing Liu Kunlun sitting still, she smiled and said, "I'm afraid that my sister won't eat you. Even if it's a fairy, she won't dance like a poor boy like you."

Liu Kunlun got off the car and followed the woman.

The woman stretched out her hand: "Hold my sister."

Liu Kunlun thought about the 20,000 yuan, took a deep breath, supported the stumbled drunk woman, entered the elevator, swiped the card to go upstairs, and when he entered the room, he saw a pair of men's shoes on the shoe rack.

"This is a mysterious and scary person. I am the only one here." The woman kicked off her high heels, walked into the living room, spread it on the sofa, directing Liu Kunlun, "Take off her shoes, there are slippers there, and there is whiskey in the wine cabinet, pour a glass of it for me."

Liu Kunlun looked at the room, and the decoration was very tasty and warm. There were human sketches with charcoal strokes hanging on the wall.

"Pour wine, let's have a drink," said the woman.

Liu Kunlun went to the wine cabinet to pour himself a glass of wine, poured a glass of warm water for the woman, and sat opposite her.

"Why are you here in Beijing?" The woman stared at him.

“There’s something to do.”

"Want to come and make a fortune?"

"No."

"Oh, your girlfriend comes to Beijing to work, you come to find her."

"No."

"What is that?"

"She was killed, I'll take revenge." Liu Kunlun suddenly felt very relaxed in this environment and wanted to find someone to talk to, but he was very restrained and just told him the reason for coming to Beijing.

"A boy who seeks revenge for thousands of miles..." The woman didn't touch Wenshui and picked up the whiskey in front of Liu Kunlun and was stuffy. The moment she looked up, Liu Kunlun found that there was a piece of blue bruise on her forehead covered with her long hair.

"Then do you have to take revenge?" the woman continued to ask.

"No, I'm waiting for the opportunity."

"So you are dormant in the car wash shop, hiding out at night, like a hunting wolf, hehe, I'm not wrong. You are indeed not an ordinary worker, we are also destined to be together. By the way, where are you going to drive the car? Go back to your hometown?"

"right."

"The New Year is a good time to take revenge. I suggest you don't be busy going back. Maybe your sister can help you." The woman seemed drunk and said something very organized.

"Who are you? How do you help me?" Liu Kunlun was a little moved. The beauty who drove a high-end sports car must have rich resources.

"I am actually an artist. I usually teach those students at the Central Academy of Fine Arts and occasionally have their own business. You haven't asked my name yet, but you are just your name, it's rude."

"What do you call you?"

"My name is Li Mengdie, just call me Sister Die."

"Li Mengdie, Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng is a missed butterfly." Liu Kunlun tasted this seemingly vulgar but actually elegant name.

"I didn't expect you to have read a book." Li Mengdie giggled, "Let me see the train tickets, what time will it take."

Liu Kunlun took out the seatless ticket, and Li Mengdie took it and tore it.

"Twenty thousand yuan, thank you." Liu Kunlun was not angry. The woman's behavior of drinking must have had the intention behind it.

"There is not 20,000 yuan at home. I will go to the bank to collect it tomorrow." Li Mengdie walked to the bathroom barefoot, and a sound of a shower came from a shower. Seeing that she was so bachelor, Liu Kunlun simply refused to leave. He had a meal in the afternoon. It was already seven hours now, so he took out a bottle of Moutai from the wine cabinet and took some food from the refrigerator. Li Mengdie's quality of life is very high, and the food is imported. Liu Kunlun opened a box of canned tuna made from Thailand, tearing open a bag of raw Spanish ham slices, and enjoying himself with a bite of wine and meat.

Li Mengdie washed for forty minutes before coming out. She was wearing a white cotton bathrobe, her breasts were half exposed, and she wiped her wet hair. She glanced at this side and exclaimed: "That's the Maotai wine from 1985, you just drank it like that."

Liu Kunlun ignored her, and Li Mengdie didn't make any fuss. She yawned and said it was getting late, so I'll take a shower and go to bed. I went to bed first, then went into the bedroom, closed the door, and turned off the lights inside.

The heater in the diplomatic apartment was very good. The Moutai liquor in 1985 was very mellow. Liu Kunlun drank a pound of white wine on an empty stomach and lie on the sofa in his clothes. The empty door did not tempt him. That was not the type that could arouse his desires.

I slept until seven o'clock in the morning. Liu Kunlun's biological clock was very accurate, and Maotai would not cause hangovers and headaches. I opened the curtains and there was a well-green garden outside. Looking west, it should be Jianguomen North Street and Xiushui Street to the east. It is said that the fake brands here are very famous and foreigners like to visit.

Liu Kunlun had a clear understanding of the terrain of Beijing. It was a distance from the Forbidden City, which was four subway stations, and belonged to the core position of Beijing. Although Li Mengdie's house was not big, it was worth a villa in Anjiang. The identity of this woman was probably not as simple as she said.

The bedroom door was still hidden. Liu Kunlun walked to the door and took a look. The bathrobe was thrown to the ground, and a pink lotus-like arm stretched out from the quilt. He returned to the living room and saw the Mercedes-Benz car keys thrown on the entrance door. He wanted to leave, but he felt that he shouldn't have left like that.

Li Mengdie slept until midnight before she woke up. She came to the living room with her unkempt face wearing pajamas. She saw Liu Kunlun sitting on the sofa watching TV. She was shocked and jumped up. She immediately found that it was Liu Kunlun, a car washer, and she couldn't help but be frightened: "You, you, how did you come in? Have you encountered any difficulties?"

Liu Kunlun knew that some people would drink broken pieces, which was normal, so he described what happened last night. Li Mengdie wondered: "I tell you that I am a teaching student at Central America? Well, I may have drunk too much. This is not the first time this happened. Fortunately, you are a good person and didn't take me while I was drunk..."

"Twenty thousand yuan." Liu Kunlun reminded her.

"Okay, okay, I'll put on my clothes first." Li Mengdie ran into the bedroom, locked the door, changed her clothes for ten minutes, wore a beige windbreaker, and put on a bow with a casual belt. She looked at Liu Kunlun's outfit and frowned.

Liu Kunlun is dressed as a homeless man, with long hair and a stinky smell in his clothes, which is seriously incompatible with this house.

"We can't go to the bank like this, people will think I was hijacked." Li Mengdie looked disgusted and took out the wallet from her bag, which was also an LV brand. She obviously counted the banknotes and bank cards, confirmed that Liu Kunlun had not moved, and found five hundred yuan from it: "Go and buy clothes to dress up."

Just as Liu Kunlun was about to take the money, Li Mengdie took it back: "Forget it, I'll take you to buy it. I really can't believe your taste."

Li Mengdie did not take Liu Kunlun to any high-end shopping malls, but went to Xiushui Street, where there were all kinds of fake brand-name clothes, bags and shoes. Liu Kunlun had a very standard figure and it was just right to buy a M size. After the big sister's choice, he was quickly fully armed, including jeans, Martin boots, turtlenecks, towels, leather jackets, people rely on clothes, horses rely on saddles, and a brand new outfit, his whole temperament immediately became different.

The sister took Liu Kunlun to the hair salon she often went to, and asked his hairstylist Director Tony to give Liu Kunlun a cool hairstyle. He used a gold card when checking out, but Liu Kunlun heard the cashier say that hairdressing is 70% off, which is enough for Omi to shave three heads.

After finishing all this, Li Mengdie took Liu Kunlun to the bank. It seemed that in order to verify whether what happened last night was true, she asked Liu Kunlun to drive.

"Young man has good driving skills." After seeing Liu Kunlun's operation, Li Mengdie believed him even more.

"I've driven a Mercedes-Benz, S600." Liu Kunlun said, "This kind of sports car is as easy to drive as a toy car."

"I can't tell that your experience is quite complicated. By the way, what did you come to Beijing to do? Avoid things?" Li Mengdie really forgot about the conversation last night.

"It's nothing, I'm just here to work." Liu Kunlun didn't want to make more troubles.

"Go to the Central Academy of Fine Arts first, and the Huajiadi." Li Mengdie directed, "Go and get something."

Liu Kunlun had to go to Zhongmei first, drove into the campus and parked the car, and went to the studio with Li Mengdie to get things. Li Mengdie was not short, had long legs, and was 1.8 meters tall in high heels. She walked in front with graceful posture, attracting many people on campus to turn around.

The studio is empty, with only one oil painting, which is painted by Li Mengdie, which is realistic and naked.

Liu Kunlun turned his head and refused to look at it. Li Mengdie giggled: "I'm sorry, okay, I'll roll it up and put it in the tube, you can hold it."

"Can you go to the bank now?" Liu Kunlun couldn't help asking, feeling that this woman seemed to be delaying time.

"Don't worry, you are bound to be worth 20,000 yuan. I also asked an acquaintance to get you a soft sleeper ticket, and I will give you back to the sun and let you go home for a fat New Year." Li Mengdie walked forward and passed by someone. The man met Liu Kunlun again, and was stunned: "It's you?"
Chapter completed!