Chapter 113: An unexpected encounter with Zhao Manyan in Heihe

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Haicheng Garden, Fan Jian's home.

Fan Jian sat on the sofa and looked at the empty space to the north where Ai Tutu had filled up her army of rag dolls. She was like a female general charging into the battlefield, giving orders to the soldiers in front.

"Hey, hey, it looks much better like this!" Ai Tutu clapped his hands and stood up and said, with a smile on his face and his fangs exposed.

"Are you going to fight with someone?" Fan Jian complained. He held a carving knife in his hand and slowly carved on the magic stone. In fact, it was just some ordinary small formations, which he was quite skilled at. , not afraid of suddenly exploding.

After a long time, there was some noise coming from the entrance. Mu Nujiao put on slippers and walked out of the entrance. She was dressed in college-style clothes. Her long and attractive long legs were actually covered with a pair of meat silk. A pair of small, white and tender feet were wrapped in it, and through the slippers, she kicked over.

Rare, very rare.

Praise God! There is such a scenery for him to see.

"Hey hey hey, Sister Mu!" Ai Tutu carelessly pounced on her, like a vicious wolf, rubbing against Mu Nujiao and stroking around with her little hands, making her blush.

"Tutu!" Mu Nujiao shouted, patting down her hand that was still stroking around, her face turned red and she was panting slightly.

And Fan Jian is here, and Ai Tutu dares to be so playful.

"Ahem." Fan Jian turned his head and pretended not to see it.

After a while.

The two of them had one cat each, holding the cat and petting it. Fan Jian was holding the last cat aside. There was a comedy on the hanging TV in front of them. The three of them watched it happily, which was very warm.

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On this day, Fan Jian was tinkering with things in the laboratory. After his cultivation level improved, the production of "Fan Jian No. 1" increased again. Within a day or two, he held ten pieces in his hand, feeling full of security. Some miscellaneous ones, but quite a lot of things have been made.

With everything ready, he was ready to set off for a trip to the Black River in Northeast China, where the country meets Russia.

The classes at the school have also been completed, and Fan Jian also wants to go there to experience it, learn more, and experience it, go to Siberia, Russia, and this no-man's land!

The borders between countries have long been open, and transit entry and exit only require registration.

During this period, Mu Nujiao also asked, wanting to go together. Fan Jian nodded and did not refuse.

Fan Jian first went to Qingtian Hunting Lodge. As the wind chimes rang, no one was there, so he left the hunting lodge.

Since Lingling is not here, let her continue taking Dan Chengniao's boring classes at school. I originally wanted to ask her to come.

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The two of them took a plane and flew to Heihe. Time passed slowly. After they arrived, they clearly felt the coldness of the surrounding environment. Fortunately, they were prepared and had all the warm clothes arranged.

When we walked out of the airport, it was completely white outside, with a lot of snow piled up there, and some sanitation workers using magic to clear the snow.

Mu Nujiao followed Fan Jian quietly, her face a little red, but she followed him fascinated. The two of them seemed to be doing what couples do, like traveling and dating.

The two of them were walking on the streets of Heihe, which was also a beautiful scenery, but at this time, their eyes were attracted by a young man.

He was wrapped in a military coat, his nose was a little red, and he was holding a selfie stick, with barrage messages popping up on his mobile phone.

"Come on everyone, let me show you my hometown, Heihe in Northeast China. This is a new nightmare area. Although it is dangerous, the folks still live here!"

It was still morning time, and Heihe Street was very lively with people coming and going. This guy kept introducing and exporting Northeastern culture. Everyone in the live broadcast room kept dunking sixes. They wanted to see the anchor bravely break into the restricted area, but he Only reply to those who ask about attractions.

"Okay, that's enough. Let's go and show you the morning market culture in the east!"

As he said that, the young man turned the camera, and a fair-skinned, beautiful and long-legged figure appeared in the camera. She was a hairy girl who had married from Russia.

"Look, even Mao's sister married here from afar. Look how happy she is smiling. Everyone knows how good our Northeast is, how down-to-earth and kind we are!"

Fan Jian and Mu Nujiao started shopping on the side. On the street, the girl's instinct was suddenly aroused, that is, shopping!

The two of them came to a large iron black pot, which contained exquisite pastries with an alluring aroma.

"Uncle, what is this?" Mu Nujiao asked with eyes shining.

"Fried cakes with rose fillings. If you want other flavors, here they are, a box of ten for 18 yuan. I'm a kid, I guarantee you'll fall in love with it!" As he spoke, the uncle began to boast, Claims that his fried cakes are the best.

"Little sister, don't believe her words, come to me, mine is tastier than hers, a box costs 16 yuan!" Another uncle from the next door family suddenly stuck his head out and shouted loudly, and both of them stuck their heads out. After looking at each other, it was obvious that they were usually in a competitive relationship, and now they started to quarrel with each other, but that didn't stop them from inviting Mu Nujiao to buy pastries.

Mu Nu's petite head looked left and right, and finally decided to buy one of each. After buying, his steps were slightly brisk and a little happy, he came to Fan Jian and handed him a box of fried cakes.

Then people appeared in front of several other shops and bought a lot of food at once. It was also the first time for Mu Nujiao to see such delicacies, so luckily she bought a portion of them all.

After a long time, Fan Jian held several portions of food in each hand, looking at Mu Nujiao helplessly, how come she has become a foodie like Ai Tutu possessed her.

As if she had something in mind and sensed something, Mu Nujiao looked back at Fan Jian, her face flushed, she felt a little embarrassed.

In this city, both of them came here for the first time, and the novelty surged in her heart. Mu Nujiao walked, her nose was frozen red, and she stopped at each store and stall to look at the new things she had never seen.

Fan Jian followed with a smile from behind, and at this moment Mu Nujiao was like a little girl, everything was full of novelty, a little cute...

"Walk slowly!" Fan Jian shouted from behind, and he didn't know where she got the energy to be so excited.

"Okay"

Mu Nujiao held an egg pancake in her left hand and a cup of freshly ground soy milk, eating it in small bites, with a satisfied smile on her face, very happy.

The two of them strolled around for a while, and Fan Jian was almost full, so Mu Nujiao would pass on the extra food she bought to him.

After that, the two of them went to a hotel and booked a room with two beds, so they didn't have to worry about sleeping together.

Mu Nujiao went to the bathroom to take a shower, while Fan Jian sat on the bed and scrolled through his phone, where Zhao Manyan was bombarding him with messages:

Love Saint in Life: Where are you, Old Fan? Damn, you didn't go out to play behind my back, did you?

Love Saint in Life: Okay, I was wrong too, I also went out to play for a week, but I knew you wouldn't come, so I didn't call you, where are you now?

Love Saint in Life: Squeak! Hey, you bastard, say something!

Love Saint in Life: ...

"Alright, alright, come find me now if you can, room 442 of xx hotel." Fan Jian couldn't stand it anymore, so he sent him a location.

Zhao Manyan called immediately: "Fuck, Lao Fan, you're here too!" As he spoke, there was a knock on the door, as if knocking on someone else's door.

Fan Jian's door also rang. He was a little confused, so he took his phone and walked over. Through the peephole, he saw Zhao Manyan's face was shocked, and his fingers were knocking on the door.

Creak.

The two of them stared at each other, and the phone in their hands was still connected, but it was very quiet at this time, and they could clearly hear the sound in the bathroom.

"Lao Zhao!?"

"Lao Fan!?"