Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Qingqing said, while opening the cabinet to take things and rummaging through them.

"Oh?" He listened, sitting on the sofa, looking at her happy figure, obviously waiting for the opportunity. For people like him, only when people are happiest can they keep the smile on their faces. is the most beautiful.

Although he can make plastic copies of people, he has no interest in those people. After all, they are in pain before death, not smiling.

The girl in front of him was smiling so excitedly, which made him want to wait for her to be at her most beautiful.

"What's wrong? These are not good enough? But she has never been particular about it, so she won't mind too much?" Qingqing said, walking over with something.

He watched her smile as she put the things on the coffee table, but he didn't know that when she came over, she sat where he had been sitting before.

She sat down on her cell phone and while chatting with him, she reached back and dialed a number at random. She didn't know who she was calling, hoping that the other party could hear the conversation and call the police for her.

"Of course I don't mind," he said.

But he kept staring at her, as if he wanted to strip her naked and collect her art. This look was very uncomfortable.

"By the way, I heard some very weird things recently, saying that there is a man who likes to break into girls' rooms late at night, dig out kidneys and sell them on the black market." Qingqing said.

He sounded a little disdainful and said: "What kind of skill is removing a kidney? Changing faces is the real skill."

"Face-changing? You wouldn't say that it's like peeling off a person's skin like a movie painting?" She blinked her beautiful eyes, looked at him curiously, and lowered her voice and asked, "Don't you know how?"

"How about giving it a try?" he said.

Listening, he suddenly laughed out loud and said, "It would be great if I could try, but it's a pity that I have never met him."

"Are you really willing?" When the man heard this, he sat down beside her excitedly, admiring her happy look. He said, "You have to keep smiling like this. The best thing is to keep smiling."

He said, reaching out to touch her face, but she reached out to hold his wrist and said, "Don't touch my face. Your hands are too thick. What if you touch my face and break it?"

"It's hard for me to take care of my skin, and I don't like to be touched by others," she said.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the screen of her mobile phone, which was already black. It was obvious that the call she had just made had been hung up, and she had no idea what number she had just called.

"Good boy, just close your eyes for a few minutes," he said.

Qingqing turned around with a smile, but grabbed something on the side and stabbed him.

"Ah." This man didn't expect that she took the electric baton and stabbed him. The shock made his body tremble and his eyes turned white.

Just now she said she was going to get cigarettes and tea. When she actually opened the cabinet, she put the electric prods inside. At the critical moment, she wanted to protect herself. After all, she was a girl and lived alone for a long time, so she would buy some electric prods and wolf detectors.

"You pervert," she said, got up and ran out.

But although her electric prod was wolf-proof, it was not very durable. When she turned around and ran away, he recovered from the pain, got up and rushed towards her.

"Help, help," she whispered.

She opened the door and ran out, but he grabbed her arm and forced her back.

Many people were asleep at night, and her shouts could not be heard at all. She looked at this pervert in despair, and Zhou Zihao's figure appeared in her mind.

If Zhou Zihao were here, he would definitely punch this pervert away, but it's a pity that he won't come.