I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"call……"

Nan Ling lay down on the bed in a relaxed manner, his silver-gray eyes staring at the ceiling very absently.

After chatting with Silver Spoon, he went home directly from the 'hell'. Considering that it was not too early, Nan Ling prepared to sleep on time for his own health.

But the conversation just now lingered in his heart.

"Someone is investigating me... I still don't know who it is?" He covered his eyes with his forearm and continued to think, "I didn't even know the silver spoon, so I'm very cautious."

Although he held the silver spoon at both ends for three days, the guy pretended to be a brainless Erha all day long, and he gathered around all kinds of people with a shy face every day. But he is also a top intelligence dealer. If he hadn't discarded a lot of morals because of greed for money, he should look a little more compelling.

"It's absolutely amazing, am I not enough to be indifferent to the world? Why do people want to mess with me." Nan Ling buried his head in the pillow in a self-sacrificing way, "Every three days and two people know how to make troubles and make troubles. Do you understand introspection and self-cultivation? If everyone can shut themselves down a little, the world will have a better tomorrow. What can I do? I'm desperate!"

He likes watching dramas... It's not impossible to fear that the world will not be in chaos. But the premise is that this scene didn't happen to him! Who would eat melons while their house was on fire!

but……

"If you have to play," Nan Ling's voice was stuffed into the pillow and couldn't hear clearly, and the corners of his mouth were slowly raised under the shadow of no one seeing, "Then I'll play with you... I can afford it, but don't. it disappointed me."

...

"Silver Spoon? You're here again." Melo put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at the man at the bar with a chuckle, "Is it open today?"

Silver Spoon waved his hand, his face full of grief and indignation, "Don't mention it, I've never seen someone more stingy than him."

"Aren't you yourself?" Melo pushed him a cocktail with a smile on his face, "I please."

"Hey, even though I'm poor, I'm still ambitious, okay?" Silver Spoon looked at the orange-yellow pretty wine, and said righteously and righteously, "How can I eat what I have come to eat?"

Mello raised her eyebrows, put down her hands that were curling her hair carelessly, and made a gesture to get back the glass of wine.

"Wait!" Yin Jiao quickly pressed Mello's hand, and the other hand immediately pressed the wine glass, his expression changed very diligently, and he smiled at Mello with slyly eyes, "Rich woman, I'm hungry, rice."

A vivid performance of what is the essence of human beings is really fragrant.

Mello raised his chin, his eyes seemed to have slipped on the folded hands of the two inadvertently, and the smile on the corner of his lips became more and more obvious, "I don't know if you want to eat...what?"

Her tone was provocative, and her words were full of meaning.

The silver spoon let go of his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and his two claws were tangled in front of his chest, with a sincere expression, "Don't get me wrong, I am a very pure person. If I robbed me, I would only rob money but not color."

Melo couldn't help laughing out loud.

Although he had no purpose in approaching him, this person was surprisingly funny.

At least the process won't be boring anymore.

"Then what are you doing to steal the money?" Mello said, and made himself a glass of wine, and grabbed a fresh celery from the side and inserted it into the glass, "When you have money, you don't end up looking for a woman. You men. It's all like that."

Men are big pig trotters... Maraschino is the big pig trotter among the big pig trotters.

She stirred the scarlet liquid with the celery, and a dark red was reflected in her pure black eyes, as if she was stirring someone's wound.

"Don't be gender-biased." Silver Spoon was still smiling, "I am a person who pursues a very pure pursuit. If there is such a thing as money to teach, I am definitely a fundamentalist."

"Oh..." Melo nodded, her fingertips slid across the mouth of the glass, her dark blue nails reflected dim light in the slightly dim environment, "A hamster who collects money?"

"I didn't go too far." Silver Spoon's eyes widened, "The kind of people you're talking about are people who don't know how to enjoy, like—"

He suddenly closed his mouth.

"Like what?" Mello asked in a casual tone.

Silver Spoon stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, "Like my client just now."

"The person you said is very stingy?" Melo's tone was light, but she had already raised a lot of attention in her heart.

She naturally knew that the person she had just met with him was the one she had been paying attention to—Seven.

She has been paying attention to this person for a long time, but only recently has she found a breakthrough, which is the silver spoon.

Although Qi's address is not a secret, but rushing to the door will startle the snake, and he doesn't want the other party to know him for the time being, so Melo initially envisaged to start contact with Qi's acquaintances.

In the end, I didn't expect this person to have almost no acquaintances in the circle, and the social circle was pitifully small. Before meeting Yinjiao, the one Mello could find who was most familiar with Qi... was a thug who was often injured.

It is conceivable that the two are just a business relationship between a doctor and a patient.

Silver Spoon was the person he knew best, although he was far from being a friend—in this world, something like a 'friend' was a luxury.

However, the relationship between the two is very close. Alignment of interests is the strongest bond.

"Yes, it's him." Silver Spoon admitted very happily, and then suddenly lowered his voice and looked mysterious, "Tell you quietly, that person is Seven."

"Seven?" Mello covered her mouth and pretended to be surprised, "Is that the doctor?"

"You've heard of him too." Silver Spoon said.

Mello looked down at the Bloody Mary in his hand, and took a slow sip, "People are always curious about things they don't understand."

Silver Spoon seemed to have just noticed the cocktail in Merlot's hand, "Do you like this?"

"The bartender always has to try a few more." Melo turned the topic to Seven again, "You know that doctor very well?"

"Oh, our relationship," Silver Spoon raised his unilateral eyebrows cheaply~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Exclusive gossip, only I know about it! "

"Aren't you... friends?" Melo had a puzzled look on her face, "You also sell information on friends?"

When she asked this sentence, she spurned her hypocrisy in her heart.

Everyone knows that intelligence mongers have no morals, and what he said is really nonsense. But in order to make a cliché, I had to ask myself.

The result was unexpected...

"Of course not for sale!" Silver Spoon waved his hand boldly and took a long sip of the wine in his hand.

Melo suddenly had an expression that felt like she was being deceived.

Don't sell...don't sell what are you bragging about here?

At this time, the silver spoon finally poured the glass of wine into his stomach, sighed long, and his face became very upright and awe-inspiring.

I saw him spit out three words decisively——

"I have to pay more!"