Divorce, Mr. Shen

The coffee shop still had an elegant and romantic atmosphere. Ning Qiuli looked through the men and women who were standing or sitting, and soon saw Shen Weixing sitting by the window.

Oh, and that little handsome boy sitting across from him.

Ning Qiuli recognized it at a glance, this person was the Meow Meow sitting on Shen Weixing's lap last night.

Just like that, you said that the two have nothing to do with each other?

"Cough! Cough, cough—" After realizing something, Ning Qiuli felt a sharp hotness go straight to his throat, and patted his chest and coughed several times. His small face suddenly turned pale, and he didn't know it was a cough. , still angry.

Coughing for a while, Ning Qiuli couldn't help dialing a certain number on the communicator, then hung it on his ear, quietly waiting for the other party to answer.

Soon, Shen Weixing's deep and magnetic voice came from over there: "What's the matter?"

"Can't I call you if I have nothing to do?" Ning Qiuli was so angry that his chest heaved up and down.

"...I'm busy." Shen Weixing's tone softened a bit, "What's wrong with you? Why are you panting so loudly?"

"Don't worry about it, I just want to ask you—" Ning Qiuli took a deep breath, and was about to say the following sentence, but found that there seemed to be something wrong.

In front of him, Shen Weixing, who he saw in his daily uniform, was getting up and searching for something with Miaomiao, obviously not answering the phone.

Then who is this man who is answering his phone now?

"Qiuli?" After not hearing Ning Qiuli's next sentence for a long time, Shen Weixing couldn't hold back, "Are you listening? Qiuli?"

"You..." Ning Qiuli thought for a while, and asked in another way, "Where are you?"

The other end was silent for a few seconds before saying, "KPS, the coffee shop on the top floor."

Ning Qiuli: "Who are you with?"

Shen Weixing: "Meow meow."

"Heh," Ning Qiuli chuckled, "Is this what you said you were busy?"

"Qiu Li, I'm inconvenient right now," Shen Weixing said, "I'll explain to you when I get back."

After finishing speaking, Shangjue Shen hung up the phone neatly, not even giving Ning Qiuli time to answer.

It's very annoying.

Relying on being a noble, he can do whatever he wants.

Ning Qiuli took off the communicator from his ear angrily, thinking what was wrong with him, anyway, he couldn't stay in this place any longer.

Thinking of this, Ning Qiuli angrily turned around to leave, but unexpectedly, a woman screamed from behind: "Ah!!!"

Ning Qiuli was startled when he heard the sound, and immediately turned his head. Just as he saw the general situation clearly, his eyes were quickly enveloped by a dazzling red light, and then the curtain ended into darkness.

The scene changed back to the empty and pure white of the basement, Ning Qiuli tore off the small disc stuck to his temple, and frowned tightly.

—He was forced to log out.

This can only illustrate one fact: the scene he logged in just now was in danger, and he didn't stop it in time.

Because it was all simulated training before, this is the first time Ning Qiuli has encountered this situation. He doesn't know if Shen Weixing has also been attacked in reality, or if this is just an illusion presented by the Colosseum.

Ning Qiuli closed his eyes, forced himself to calm down, and called Shen Weixing again.

"Qiuli, I'm really in a hurry—" After connecting, Ning Qiuli interrupted Shen Weixing and asked, "Are you looking for a bomb?"

"...How do you know?" Shen Weixing's voice was tinged with urgency, "Are you here too?!"

"No." Ning Qiuli raised his wrist and glanced at the time on his watch, recalling the clock he saw in the coffee shop just now, and said, "The bomb is about to explode in 5 minutes, and it was installed on a red Under the table of the woman in the skirt, how to solve it is up to you. Hang up."

After finishing speaking, Ning Qiuli pressed the call termination button, even more crisply than the dignified Shangjue Shen.