Chapter 370 Talking Seriously

In the restaurant box.

After Xinya and Guangling finished their meal, the boss entered the box again while paying.

He looked at the two of them and hesitated to speak.

Xin Ya said: "Don't worry, I promised you not to tell, and you will definitely not tell."

"Thank you for your understanding." The boss expressed gratitude again.

"Do you two distinguished guests still want to stay in the Wuhun Branch Hall? If not, my restaurant is a hotel with accommodation and meals. There are guest rooms upstairs. Do you need accommodation?"

Xinya looked at Guangling.

Guang Ling hugged her waist and said, "It's up to you to decide."

Xinya looked at the boss and said, "Then we'll stay here. We're too lazy to look for another hotel."

The boss smiled and said: "To thank you two, tonight's accommodation fee will be waived, and I will give you two complimentary breakfasts tomorrow."

"Boss, you are quite good at doing things!" Xin Ya also smiled.

"It's a small matter~ It's a small matter~ Two distinguished guests, please come with me."

After saying this, the boss smiled and walked in front, leading the two of them towards the stairs in the backyard of the restaurant.

Xin Ya asked as she walked: "Boss, let me ask you a question. Do you know a man named Bo Gao in the Wuhun branch?"

The boss turned slightly and said, "Miss, are you asking about Deacon Fu? I know him. He is very nice. He often plays with the children in the town. My son also likes him very much."

"However, I heard that Deacon Fu went to work somewhere else three months ago and has not returned yet."

When she heard that Fu Gao would not be here for three months, Xinya suddenly felt the big hands holding her waist tighten.

She looked up at Guang Ling, only to see his brows furrowed.

Xin Ya understood and said to the boss: "We know Deacon Fu, and we thought that since we were passing by here on business, we would meet him. Since he is not there, forget it."

At this time, the three of them happened to walk to the door of one of the guest rooms.

The boss opened the door and made an inviting gesture: "Two distinguished guests, this is the best and largest room in our restaurant. I wish you a pleasant stay!"

"Okay, thank you."

Xin Ya thanked her and walked in with Guang Ling. The boss closed the door for them and left.

At night.

In the room, the rising warm water steam filled the shower room with the fragrance of roses.

The little girl was sitting in the tub taking a bath, her white lotus-like arms paddling gently in the water.

While playing in the water, she asked the man sitting behind her: "Brother Ling, why did you frown when you heard Bob's son going out to do errands just now?"

The man's two long, muscular arms straddled the edge of the tub.

He closed his eyes and said lazily: "Because the day after we arrived in Wuhun City, I met Uncle Fu when I went to the military camp. At that time, he happened to receive a letter from Bo Gao."

"I read the content of that letter. Fu Gao said that everything is fine in Wulin Town, and that something happened recently, so he couldn't come to Wuhun City to see Bobo."

"no way?"

Xin Ya wondered: "Don't they usually say they don't have time? Why do they say there is no way! Wait...it has only been a month since the day we arrived at Wuhun City."

"But just now the boss said that Fu Gao had gone out to do business three months ago, so how could he have sent a letter from Wulin Town to Wuhun City a month ago and said that everything was fine here?!"

"You also noticed something was wrong, right?"

With that said, Guangling opened her eyes and took the bathing utensils next to her to help the little girl wipe her body.

While helping her take a bath, he said: "I happened to be busy with other things when I was reading the letter, so I didn't pay much attention to Fu Gao's words."

"It wasn't until I heard what the boss said just now that I realized something was wrong!"

Xinya's heart suddenly tightened: "Brother Ling, has Fu Gao been killed?"

"Bobbo only has such a son. If Fu Gao really dies, a man with white hair and black hair, Bobo will be so sad!"

Guang Ling shook his head and said, "It's unlikely that he was killed, because Uncle Fu said that his son sent letters every month. Uncle Fu recognized his son's handwriting. If he hadn't written it himself, he would have noticed the clues!"

"I guess Bo Gao is most likely locked up, either because he discovered something, or because of tax matters, the bishop of the Wuhun branch here asked him to cooperate and hide it."

"Bo Gao is a very upright person, so he was definitely not willing to cooperate, so he was imprisoned! Now there is a problem. The bishop of the Wuhun branch here is a subordinate of that woman, and is directly under the jurisdiction of the Pope's Palace."

Xinya knew that the woman he was talking about was Bibi Dong.

"You mean that bishop won't listen to you, the worshiping elder?"

Guang Ling said: "I do know how to listen, but the bishop must be doing one thing on the surface and another behind the scenes. He is just saying nice things to deal with my offer."

"The account books you check for me must be beautifully made and polished. Anyway, they won't tell me the truth."

Xin Ya asked in confusion: "This is a town, why is the person in charge of the Wuhun Branch Hall a bishop?"

Guang Ling explained: "Because this place is relatively close to Wuhun City and is considered an important military location to the northwest of our Wuhun Palace, the branch manager here is at the same level as the city, that is, a bishop!"

The man was talking seriously, but his big hands were making trouble in the water in a non-serious manner.

The little girl had long been accustomed to his irregularities, so she didn't resist and let him do whatever he wanted.

"Brother Ling, what are your plans?" Xin Ya asked.

"Not yet!"

As she spoke, Guangling's thin lips kissed her neck.

Suddenly, Xinya rolled her eyes and thought of something.

She held down the troublesome big hand on her body and said, "Brother Ling, I have a solution."

"Tomorrow I will go to the martial arts branch hall alone as an ordinary soul master. Can you please don't show up yet?"

Guang Ling had a good rapport with her and immediately guessed her plan.

He smiled ambiguously and said: "At this time, your little mind can still be distracted and think of solutions. It seems that I am not very good at it!"

After saying this, he picked her up and left the shower room, walked to the big bed, and pressed her into the quilt.

Just when her thin lips were about to fall, Xinya pressed him down again and said coquettishly: "Brother Ling, please stop making trouble. Do you agree with what I just said?"

"I agree, that's what I have in mind."

After saying that, the man kissed her quickly, not giving her a chance to look around. At the same time, he held the small hand in his big hand and reached down.

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The next day, in the afternoon.

On the northernmost street of Wulin Town, a cute little girl wearing very ordinary clothes walked forward with a piece of sugar cane in her hand, biting it and spitting out the residue.

When she came to a golden building, she stopped, threw away the sugar cane and tilted her head to look inside.

At this time, two people dressed as guards walked out from inside.

When the two of them saw the little girl poking her head at the door, one of the guards scolded: "Who is this? They are sneaking around here!"

Xin Ya pretended to be ignorant and asked: "Brother guard, is this the Wuhun Branch Hall?"

The guard who spoke just now frowned slightly, "It's the martial soul branch. Little girl, are you a soul master?"

Xin Ya pretended to be stupid and said: "Yes, I saw on the notice board at the entrance of the town that this place can provide free accommodation for soul masters, so I came here."

The two guards looked at each other. They didn't believe that the little girl was a soul master.

Because although he looks cute and beautiful, he looks silly and doesn't really look like a soul master!

Another guard bumped into the guard who had just spoken, and whispered: "Brother, it's better to be stupid, so as not to make it difficult for the bishop to control you later!"

The guard who just spoke felt that it made sense, and then said to Xinya: "Do you want free accommodation? Come with me."

Xinya nodded, grinning happily and followed the guard to the branch hall.

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