C47 Mood Juice

Mei Chuanqi mocked the man who fell to the ground in a sorry state, "I always thought that the person who framed my comrades would rise in power by leaps and bounds. I never thought that later on, there would be someone who would enjoy endless wealth."

He looked at the man's clothes, which were no different from those of the oxen who had come out to sell, and said with a 'tsk tsk', "To think that it would end like this."

The cow-men were of a very low status on their planet. Some people didn't even see them as human beings, so the cow-men who came out to sell them would do everything they could to get their hands on powerful masters to improve their status.

Lee Binng crawled up in a hurry, and knelt in front of Mei Chuanqi with regret written all over his face. He kowtowed again and again, and said while choking on his sobs, "Mei Chuanqi, we have let you down, we have let you down."

Ever since Mei Chuanqi had gone to prison, he had often dreamed of the scene of Mei Chuanqi being framed by them, and then, he would be woken up from his dreams time and time again. And just like that, he would be tortured time and time again every night.

Mei Chuanqi stared coldly at the Lee Binng who was constantly crapping his head, and he could tell that the other party was truly regretting it, "If you truly feel that you've let me down, then tell me exactly what happened one year ago."

Lee Binng stopped and shook his head.

Mei Chuanqi furrowed his brows, "You still want to hide it for them? What did they give you? "

If he had really given them some benefits, they shouldn't have ended up in such a mess, right?

Lee Binng explained anxiously: "No, it's not that I want to help them hide it, but that I really don't know anything. At that time, we would only accuse you of running away because we were threatened. If you don't stand up and accuse us, our family will die. So, we … "We …"

Mei Chuanqi narrowed his eyes and stared at him, trying to discern from his expression whether his words were real or fake: "You really don't know who did it?"

"I really don't know. We didn't even see each other. Before going to the court-martial, we received a video of our family being tied up through a communicator and asked us to cooperate with them in identifying you as escaping from the war. "

"Since you have already stood up and identified me as a deserter, why did you become like this?"

Lee Binng flashed an embarrassed, sad, and furious expression. In the end, he returned to calm and lowered his head in silence.

Mei Chuanqi continued to speak: "I want to use your ability, even if you aren't a soldier, to register to participate in the Mecha Combat Competition's preliminary competition is more than enough, why are you doing yourself such a thing?"

Lee Binng was quiet for a moment, then said: "My hands are already crippled."

He lifted his trembling hands and moved his fingers. His rigid movements indicated that he was no longer able to control the mecha flexibly.

Mei Chuanqi was startled. "How can this be?"

Lee Binng self-deprecated, "This is heaven's punishment for framing me as a comrade."

Mei Chuanqi asked to the end, "What exactly happened? How could your hand end up like this for no reason at all? "

Lee Binng said in grief and indignation: "On my way home to visit my family, I was besieged by people. My fingers were all broken, and now I can still move. I am already extremely fortunate."

Mei Chuanqi thought that Lee Binng should know who broke his finger bones, and furrowed his brows and asked: "What about the other people who identified me?"

Lee Binng shook his head: "After I left the army, I have never seen them again. However, I believe that they are the same as me and do not know anything. Oh right, Major Wei Loong should still be alive. "

Mei Chuanqi was shocked: "What! You said that Major Wei Loong did not die? "

He swiftly grabbed onto Lee Binng's collar: "You stand up first, let's talk."

Lee Binng hurriedly stood up, "Actually, I'm not too sure either. That day, when I walked out of my home, I passed by a private plastic surgery called a disguise clubhouse. When I saw a man with a body similar to Major Wei Loong's, I couldn't help but take a few more glances. At that time, the other party was wearing a mask so his face couldn't be seen. However, when he was shaking hands with the doctor, I noticed that the man had three triangular-shaped mole marks on his palm. It looked exactly like the one in Major Wei Loong.

Mei Chuanqi asked anxiously: Did you call him that back then?

"No. I thought that if the other party was really Major Wei Loong, then he must have had some sort of difficult situation, which was why he didn't return to the army and instead went to the plastic surgery clinic. I think he's probably been threatened like we are, and if I call him out of the blue, his identity will be revealed. "

"When did you see him?"

"Eight months ago."

Mei Chuanqi squinted his eyes and stared at Lee Binng for a long time.

Lee Binng did not dare to look into those sharp eyes.

"I will investigate this matter clearly." Mei Chuanqi put on his sunglasses, turned and walked towards the door.

When he reached the door, he stopped and said: "If there is an unresolvable problem, you can come and find me anytime."

With that, Lee Binng left the room and opened the bathroom door and walked out.

Lee Binng looked at the closed door, as though he had lost all of his strength and fell to the ground, his hands covering his face, crying loudly like a child: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! "Sorry …"

Outside the bathroom, Mei Chuanqi actually did not leave. Instead, he stood at the door and listened quietly to the people inside the bathroom constantly apologizing.

From his crying apology, he felt that what Lee Binng said just now was both true and false. Moreover, this series of apologies seemed to be filled with an incomparable sense of guilt for lying to him.

Mei Chuanqi's face was ice-cold, until he could not hear the voice from inside, then turned and left.

On the way to room 503, he sent Lian Zeyang a message asking him to investigate what Lee Binng had said.

Mei Chuanqi came to room 503, and when he opened the door, he heard Feng Jingteng ask indifferently: "Who won?"

Immediately after, some interest emerged in his eyes. "Oh? "Then what's his name?"

Not knowing what the other party had said, Feng Jingteng was startled. "This is a name and a nickname?"

Mei Chuanqi, who was standing at the door, raised his eyebrows and thought about whether he should wait for the person inside to hang up before entering. Feng Jingteng then said, "I'll observe for a while.

When Mei Chuanqi heard this, he could only walk in.

Seeing him enter, Feng Jingteng patted the chair beside him, letting him sit down. After that, he pushed a five-colored fruit juice on the table to him, "This is the new fruit juice released by the Gourmet Hall, it's called the Hundred Flavors of Life. According to the waiter's introduction, this cup of fruit juice is extremely popular in their restaurant, it's worth a taste."

The cup containing the Heart Fruit Juice was divided into five small boxes, each of which didn't have a lot of space, and could only hold three to four mouthfuls. Juice color respectively lemon yellow, young red powder, dark green, dark red, gray five colors together, not good, but very unique.

"Since it's so popular, why did you only order a glass of juice? Aren't you going to drink it? " Mei Chuanqi picked up the juice and put it in his mouth, but Feng Jingteng stopped him with his hand: "It's not like that."

Feng Jingteng picked up the heart-shaped lovers' straw on the table and placed it in the lemon yellow. Then, he placed one end of the straw next to Mei Chuanqi's mouth: "Taste it."

Mei Chuanqi looked at him strangely. "You want to have a drink with me?"

The corners of his eyes twitched as he looked at Feng Jingteng who had already put the straw into his mouth and the straw that sucked his heart, giving him a feeling that they were in a passionate relationship.

"Of course, after you finish tasting the juice, I'll tell you another name for the juice."

Mei Chuanqi laughed: "Even if I don't drink fruit juice, I can ask the waiter another name."

"The waiter doesn't know the other word. That's the name the customer gave me in private." Feng Jingteng stuffed the tube into his mouth and immediately shouted: "One, two, three, absorb!"

Under his conditioned reflex, Mei Chuanqi quickly inhaled deeply.

He looked at the yellow liquid that flowed through the straw and into his mouth and swallowed it. He frowned and said, "It's so sour."

It was so sour that the two rows of teeth had gone limp and the sour taste had invaded his throat. It was as if he had encountered something extremely sour, a helpless sour feeling that was stuck in his throat.

"It can't be that you made me eat sour juice with you just because you drank vinegar, right?"

Feng Jingteng looked at his frown and laughed as he placed the straw into the dark green juice. "Let's try this again."

Mei Chuanqi did not object, but he was actually very curious about the taste of the dark green fruit juice. When Feng Jingteng shouted and sucked, he took another deep breath and instantly inhaled the sour taste, replacing it was a bitter taste that was even more bitter than traditional Chinese medicine.

"Such a terrible thing can actually be sold?" Were you cheated? "

Feng Jingteng asked: "Don't you feel that drinking this fruit juice is tasting the flavor of life?"

Mei Chuanqi was instantly at a loss for words to refute.

The bitter juice that had just flowed into his stomach was indeed like the pain of having tasted failure in life. There was even a hint of astringency in his mouth.

Mei Chuanqi quietly put the straw into the deep red juice: "Let's drink red!"

Feng Jingteng looked at the deep red juice, his black eyes flashed with a mischievous smile: "Alright!"