The noise like killing a pig on the fourth floor had already alarmed the entire row of buildings.
Not only did no one come out to check, but all the bright lights were turned off, making the already dark terraced building even dimmer.
Jiang Jiahao took advantage of the moonlight and glanced at the unconscious Awang, then turned and left.
After taking two steps, he returned and robbed him of all his valuable jewelry and cash before returning home.
In the entire Dongsi Alley, Jiang Jiahao's room is probably the only one with lights on at the moment.
When Jiang Jiahao pushed the door in with a calm expression, Ali swallowed instinctively when she looked at the blood stains on his white shirt.
When she saw Jiang Jiahao enter the room and take a wet towel to wipe the butt of the pistol, she subconsciously wanted to leave, but stopped again.
Ali looked at Jiang Jiahao with fear on her face, and her voice trembled: "Ahao, Awang is not dead, is he?"
With the cleaned pistol tucked into his waist, Jiang Jiahao took the suit and put it on, carrying his backpack, and glanced at Ali who was standing aside.
"Whether he is dead or not, we can't stay here tonight."
After leaving the pavilion, Jiang Jiahao used the moonlight to avoid the sewage on the ground, walking with great difficulty.
Behind him, a confused Ali followed him.
Ali didn't know if her choice was right or not. It was a subconscious act to follow Jiang Jiahao and leave.
After leaving Dongsi Alley, the sewage on the ground was significantly reduced, and Jiang Jiahao's walking was not so hard.
He looked back at Ali behind him and stayed where he was, waiting for the other party to follow.
Ali, who had been silent all this time, finally broke out. She caught up with Jiang Jiahao and asked loudly: "Ahao, you haven't told me yet whether Awang is dead or not."
"I just want you to vent your anger for me, not to kill him!"
Suddenly there was a heavy rain in the sky, and soon there was smoke. Ali squatted on the ground and cried bitterly. She cried very sadly.
"It's raining so hard, how long are you going to cry?"
"You're happy when you cry until we both catch a cold and then have a high fever?"
Ali's figure looked so helpless in the heavy rain. Her originally close-fitting underwear was soaked by the heavy rain, making her even more charming.
Jiang Jiahao wiped the rain off his face a few times, then stopped wiping it off and carried Ali on his shoulders.
"You hurt me."
Ali stopped crying. She just felt uncomfortable being carried by Jiang Jiahao like this. She finally lay on Jiang Jiahao's back and let Jiang Jiahao carry her forward.
"Ahao, tell me whether Awang is dead or not."
"I just broke his finger. He is still alive. If you really want Awang to die, I can help him."
Lifting Ali's sinking body with both arms, Jiang Jiahao instinctively grabbed his buttocks again, suddenly feeling more tactile this time.
Then I grabbed a few more, and the more I grabbed, the better I felt.
Ali didn't seem to notice Jiang Jiahao's mischievous hands. She just put her arms around Jiang Jiahao's neck and pressed harder.
"Ah Hao, I'm a Lou sister. You don't think I'm dirty, do you?"
"meeting."
"Well, go to hell~"
The Zihua Stall cannot be returned for the time being, so Jiang Jiahao can only take Ali to the Hong Kong Hotel.
People in Xiangjiang say it is a hotel, but it is actually a very dilapidated small building with a colorful neon sign hanging on it and the stairs at the door are almost rotten.
In addition to Pailou, this is Jiang Jiahao's second temporary base, which has been booked in advance.
The dilapidated building has four floors, with three rooms on each floor, for a total of twelve rooms.
When Jiang Jiahao came back with Ali, he found that the entire building was occupied, with only room 401 left, which was specially reserved for Jiang Jiahao.
With his body wet, Jiang Jiahao didn't intend to greet anyone else, so he took Ali back to the room.
The heavy rain continued, and the two of them were soaked all the way. As soon as they entered the lounge, Ali was shivering, and even Jiang Jiahao was freezing.
After taking off his wet clothes and hanging them on the hangers, Jiang Jiahao was prancing around in the lounge wearing only a pair of underpants.
He saw Ali hiding in the corner shivering with her arms folded, so he had no choice but to open the cabinet, find the only quilt, and throw it in front of her.
Ali took the quilt and did not shy away from Jiang Jiahao's fiery gaze. She took off her wet skirt and underwear on the spot and wrapped herself in the quilt.
"Are you going to live here from now on?"
"Not necessarily. Let's take a look. I should have brought a few spare sets of clothes if I had known earlier."
The bathroom has a shower, a small iron bucket, probably filled with water, just enough for Jiang Jiahao to take a shower.
After turning on the stove and boiling hot water, Jiang Jiahao felt that the wet underwear was uncomfortable, so he had to take it off, wring it out and put it on again.
He rummaged through his wallet, pulled out a few large sheets of cotton wool, came to the door, opened the wooden door a crack, and looked outside.
Then he stuck his head out and shouted towards the stairwell: "Is there anyone out of breath? Come out!"
Hearing Jiang Jiahao's call, the door of 402 opposite opened, and a buck-toothed man wearing only a pair of underwear poked his head out with a yawn.
"Brother Hao, what are you shouting for in the middle of the night? Is something wrong?"
"Hurry up and buy some hot midnight snacks, and get two sets of clean clothes over here. You have to be quick, or I'll freeze to death."
"Brother Hao, it's already midnight and no tailor shop is open!"
"Um?"
"Okay, I'll go right away!"
It's raining heavily outside, and Jiang Jiahao asks people to buy clothes and midnight snacks. Isn't this torture?
Buck-toothed Su instinctively wanted to refuse, but looking into Jiang Jiahao's cold eyes, she subconsciously closed the door and changed her clothes.
After a while, Buck Yasu, who was neatly dressed and carrying an umbrella, went out to buy things.
After closing the door, Jiang Jiahao locked the wooden door and sneezed several times in succession.
Feeling the warmth coming from behind him, he saw Ali coming up behind him, lifting the quilt, and wrapping him in it.
"It will be warmer this way."
"Well."
Jiang Jiahao swallowed instinctively, felt the body temperature behind him, and nodded mechanically.
He didn't dare to move, for fear that if he did, someone would rebel.
"Ah Hao, you have never treated others like this before."
Ali pressed herself against Jiang Jiahao's back, trying to raise their body temperature as much as possible. She breathed into Jiang Jiahao's ear.
"Ali, who lived in the terraced building, is dead. From now on, your name is Jiang Qiwen. You are my boss and Jiang Jiahao's most trusted accountant."
Jiang Jiahao's decision made Ali feel confused for a moment, and she moved her body closer. She did not refuse, which was regarded as acquiescence.
Jiang Jiahao took a step forward and broke away from Jiang Qiwen's arms. He turned around and admired Jiang Qiwen's delicate body.
Then, with Jiang Qiwen's expectant eyes, he took a rope, tied her up, and threw her on the bed.
"Ah Hao, what are you doing!"
At first, Jiang Qiwen thought Jiang Jiahao was going to play some new tune, but it wasn't until she saw Jiang Jiahao doing elementary school students' radio gymnastics on the same spot that she felt something was wrong!
At this moment, Jiang Qiwen's eyes turned red. She felt that Jiang Jiahao thought she was dirty!
"You can fight anytime you want, but not now, you'll catch a cold."
After more than a dozen sets of elementary school students' gymnastics broadcasts, Jiang Jiahao's mood calmed down again and he felt less cold. He came to the table, picked up the cigarette case, and lit a cigarette for himself.
Seeing Jiang Qiwen staring at him longingly, he had no choice but to put a cigarette into her mouth, light another one, and untie her.
Jiang Qiwen stared at Jiang Jiahao with a sad face, said nothing, and kept her head down smoking.
An hour later, there was a knock on the wooden door, and Buck Yasu, who had gone shopping, came back carrying large and small packages.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw the red underwear drying on the clothes rack. He glanced at Jiang Qiwen with a gossipy face, put down his clothes and supper, and was kicked away by Jiang Jiahao.
After locking the door, Jiang Jiahao took a pair of pants and put them on, only to realize that the two sets of clothes Buck Yasu bought were actually men's clothes.
"The clothes are a little big."
Jiang Qiwen put on jeans and a T-shirt. Because of her slender figure, the clothes looked baggy.
Not to mention, paired with Jiang Qiwen's exquisite face, it has a unique flavor.
"Eat something, it's been a long night."
Jiang Jiahao got dressed, opened the supper, handed Jiang Qiwen a pair of chopsticks, and the two started eating the supper.
After eating supper, Jiang Jiahao's eyelids were twitching and he was yawning profusely.
He lay down on the bed to sleep, and not long after, he felt a ball of fire pressing against him.
That night, Jiang Jiahao slept very restlessly and had hungry dreams all night long.
