"I know, I can't do it." Jiujiu laughed at herself: "As soon as I close my eyes, I will see my parents' faces. I can't face my parents' death so calmly, so I have to avenge them. Since you don't want to help me, can you give me other people's contact information? It's okay for me to ask them to help me with revenge, right?"

"Flying bird is the number one in the killer list. Unless he falls, no one is willing to take your order." Meng Ke said in a light tone: "Besides, do you have enough money?"

Jiujiu looked at Meng Ke, took a deep breath, and said, "As long as you are willing to work hard, there are always more ways than difficulties. Moreover, Mr. Meng is willing to help me, right?"

Since Meng Ke said that he was a friend of his parents, when would this relationship not be used at this time?

Meng Ke never expected that Jiujiu would mention his relationship with her parents at this moment, and she laughed out loud in an instant.

He is such a very smart little girl. He knows that she doesn't want to take orders, so he uses favors to threaten herself.

However, what made him even more laugh was that he actually wanted to help Jiujiu.

Mencius chuckled and looked at Jiujiu and said, "Since that's the case, I'll help you once. However, Feiniao is ranked first on the killer list now, and no one will accept orders for the time being. However, if you are willing to wait, when he falls, I can help you contact the killer on the top ranking. But it costs at least three million to ask for it once. Do you have this money?"

Nanyuan’s parents have money in their hands, but they have donated all of this money when they wash their hands.

In their words, it is to accumulate blessings for Nanyuan. Although the accidental death of the two of them may be a loss of some money, the money is completely inconvenient to compare with three million.

Meng Ke looked at Jiujiu's frown after hearing three million with interest, and was quite curious about how Jiujiu was planning to get three million.

After Jiujiu lowered her eyes and thought for a while, she had a rough plan in her heart.

Since no one is willing to take orders now, she will wait until Feiniao falls off the list. The most urgent task at present is to save money.

She has about one million yuan in her hands, and if she sells the house, she will probably have about two million and three million yuan. In other words, if she wants to hire the top killer, she will have to earn at least more than 700,000 yuan.

For a girl who is still in her freshman year, 700,000 is simply an astronomical figure.

Jiujiu sighed, thanked Meng Ke in a low voice, and then prepared to take a taxi back to school.

Meng Ke grabbed Jiujiu's arm, looked at Jiujiu's eyes with deep eyes, and said, "The school is not safe, I will send you back tomorrow. Don't worry, it won't delay your class."

Although Meng Ke’s words sounded like an explanation, the force of his palm that he clasped on Jiujiu’s wrist clearly told Jiujiu.

She must stay here tonight.

Jiujiu: "Then I'll trouble Mr. Meng."

"I am your father's friend, it should be." Meng Ke raised his hand and touched Jiujiu's hair, and said in a gentle voice: "I am your father's friend, so you can call me Uncle Meng in the future."

Jiujiu: "Mr. Meng is not old and it is a bit strange to call him uncle. I'll call you Teacher Meng in the future."

Jiujiu didn't want to call Uncle Meng Ke, and she knew that Meng Ke didn't want to listen to her calling her teacher, so they took a step back.

The word "teacher" is more neutral than the teacher's strangeness and intimacy with his uncle.

Obviously, Meng Ke also knew that Jiujiu's call for a teacher was the biggest regression. Well, it was the default.

Meng Ke took Jiujiu to the guest room and told Jiujiu that she had slept here tonight, then turned around and left.

This house is the same as outside, with the main color of white. If it weren't for the pungent smell of disinfectant here, Jiujiu would have thought this was a hospital.

And in this room, like outside, the windows are covered with thick blackout curtains, and there is no light.

Moreover, with just one glance, Jiujiu saw three cameras.

It seems that Meng Ke is not as harmless as he shows. At least, he doesn't believe in himself at all.

Jiujiu pretended not to see the camera and pushed open the bathroom door.

What Jiujiu didn't expect was that Meng Ke did not install a camera in the bathroom, which was considered the last bit of conscience.

When Jiujiu came out of the bathroom, she happened to meet Meng Ke who was about to go out.

Seeing Jiujiu come out, Meng Ke pointed to the pajamas he placed on the bed and said to Jiujiu: "I haven't worn this pajamas before, you can make do with it tonight."

Jiujiu smiled slightly: "Please trouble Teacher Meng."

When he heard Jiujiu calling him Teacher Meng, Meng Ke's eyes shook and said, "It's getting late, so you can rest early, and I'll take you back to school tomorrow morning."

Jiujiu responded obediently and took Meng Ke's pajamas on the bed and went to the bathroom.

Watching Jiujiu arrive at the bathroom, Meng Ke turns around and leaves.

After taking a shower, Jiujiu pretended not to know there was a camera in the room, and got into bed and soon fell into a deep sleep.

After Jiujiu fell asleep, Meng Ke quietly came to Jiujiu's house through a secret wall, stood in front of the window, and looked at Jiujiu's calm sleeping face.

For a long time, for a long time.

Jiujiu woke up the next day, changed into clothes, opened the door after washing up, and then saw Meng Ke walking out of the kitchen in an apron.

Seeing Jiujiu come out, Meng Ke smiled and said, "Get up, come here for breakfast."

Breakfast should be light,

Meng Ke only cooked white porridge and served with two cold side dishes, one boiled egg for each person, just right.

When Jiujiu reached out to get the boiled egg, Meng Ke took the boiled egg to the palm of his hand first.

Mencius' fingers are very beautiful, thin and long, and the joints are not very thick. They don't look like the killer's hand at all, but rather like the artist's hand.

In Meng Ke's hands, the round and boiled egg was like a well-behaved and sensible child. He gently peeled it, and the shell fell off the egg obediently, revealing a white and tender boiled egg.

Meng Ke stuffed the boiled egg into Jiujiu's hand and said with a gentle smile: "Eat slowly, there will be no more in the pot."

Mencius's words are like an ordinary parent, peeling water and boiling eggs for the child, caring about whether the child can eat enough.

Jiujiu nodded obediently, picked up the boiled egg and took a bite, and ate it slowly.

Compared to Jiujiu's delicateness, Meng Ke was much more bold and generous when eating boiled eggs. He threw a boiled egg into his mouth, chewed it for a few times before swallowing the boiled egg.

After Meng Ke finished eating, she smiled at Jiujiu and said, "It's still the girl's food that is so delicate that she doesn't look like me, she looks like a big and rough man."

"How could Teacher Meng be a rough man?" Jiujiu looked at Meng Ke and said with a smile: "As far as I know, there are many girls in our school who secretly fall in love with you." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!