Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

Ji Mingyou moved his hands and felt a numbness in his hands. It seems that this girl has a lot of ability, and said in a deep voice: "Coach Lin is even better. If it is later, I'm afraid I will be lying on the ground."

Lin Weiwei's kicks were fast and vigorous, and he didn't bring any water. The real murderer.

"I know Boss Ji is hiding something." Lin Weiwei put his hands on his chest, not seeing the sharp look just now.

Zhang Baobao ran over, tilted his head to look at it, and said distressedly: "Auntie, you can't do domestic violence to uncle, a gentleman uses his words but not his hands, let's talk about the matter and solve it."

"That's not the case, Ji Mingyou, come and explain." Lin Weiwei was stunned, gesturing at the scene at that time, but couldn't see the effect, so he had to ask for help.

Ji Mingyou glanced lightly, crossed his arms around his chest, and didn't intend to explain.

Lin Weiwei glared at him angrily, almost gritted his silver teeth, and patiently pulled Zhang Baobao to explain.

"I understand. Uncle seems to be angry. You need to coax him." Zhang Baobao understood a little bit, and looked for an opportunity to calm down the two of them.

Lin Weiwei stretched out his finger, swung it left and right, and said seriously: "Your uncle is sarcastic, not angry, just let him adjust himself."

She always takes the initiative to admit her mistakes, but this time she is not.

Zhang Baobao glanced at the time. It was time for him to go to the hobby class. He looked at the two anxiously, and said pretending to be profound: "The relationship between the two needs to be adjusted. It's not worth it for small things, or you will regret it."

"Don't worry about the bag, you don't have to worry about it." Lin Weiwei squeezed his face in relief. The bag is only so big, and it is already so sensible, which is so gratifying.

Zhang Baobao pursed his mouth, his eyes were worried, he hesitated to speak.

At this time, Ji Mingyou stood up straight, glanced at his watch, his eyes were calm, and he said softly: "It's time, I'll take you to the interest class."

Zhang Baobao couldn't interfere any more, he put on his small schoolbag obediently, held Ji Mingyou's hand, and was about to leave: "Uncle will take me there, and he will be back soon."

"Bags are so versatile, let's go." Lin Weiwei deliberately skipped the topic and said with a smile on his face.

Zhang Baobao hummed softly, let go of his little hands, ran to Lin Weiwei's side, covered them with his little hands, and whispered: "Remember to feel uncle with your heart, he doesn't like words."

As long as his uncle took the initiative, he wouldn't be so worried.

"No problem, let's go." Lin Weiwei nodded with a smile, and after being persuaded a few words, he was already out of breath.

"Goodbye, aunt."

"Thanks for your hard work, take a good look at the store." Ji Mingyou's eyes were deep, and his thin lips parted lightly.

Lin Weiwei put his hands behind his back, nodded awkwardly and said, "Go slowly."

Ji Mingyou drove away quickly in the car, and soon disappeared on the street.

Lin Weiwei returned to the store alone, but there was no traffic, and the store was quiet, deserted, and empty.

"I'm just patronizing the quarrel, I haven't washed the dishes in the back kitchen." Lin Weiwei squeezed his shoulders, walked quickly into the kitchen, and turned on the faucet.

"Boom boom boom" After the water came out, there was a burst of noise. Lin Weiwei saw that it was the sound from the heater, and said suspiciously: "It didn't happen before, it seemed to be blocked, use it first, and then when you have time." Get someone to fix it."

Lin Weiwei's hands were full of foam, and he patiently cleaned the dinner plate, still humming a little tune under the buzzing sound.

Behind the store, a man in black got out of the car, his whole body was tightly wrapped.

"That's it, burn them all to death." The man in black took out the gasoline from the car, and sprinkled it behind the shop bucket by bucket with a smirk.

The man in black looked at it with satisfaction, and saw that he had done a good job. He sat in the car, lit a flame with a lighter, and threw it out of the car window.

As soon as the flame touched the wet wall, it ignited instantly, and the fire climbed upwards. The wooden guardrail outside the window ignited and spread into the store.

The man in black watched all this, snorted coldly, and drove away triumphantly before people found out.

"Okay, it's done."

Soon, the flames lit the door, and black smoke floated out along the gap, faintly carrying the light of fire.

Lin Weiwei coughed a few times, but didn't pay attention, and put all the dishes into the sink, rinsing away the stains that had dried up.

However, the smoke had already slowly risen into the air.

"Your mother will come back to pick you up after class, so study hard." Ji Mingyou sent Zhang Baobao to the interest class and instructed softly.

Zhang Baobao thumped him and warned: "Don't be angry with Auntie, girls need to be coaxed more."

"I know, let's go."

Ji Mingyou watched him leave, leaning against the car with deep eyes.

Lin Weiwei was really angry. He unconsciously wanted to get closer and lost his sense of proportion.

Beside the children's school, many hawkers were yelling. Ji Mingyou was about to leave, but he was attracted by the clay figurines on the wooden frame. He hadn't seen it for a long time.

"Sir, do you want to buy a clay figurine doll? You can make it according to the description. It's an old skill, and it will be soon." A kind-hearted old man held up a doll and asked.

Ji Mingyou found it interesting, and Lin Weiwei's face could not help appearing in his mind, and he said with a smile: "Okay, the eyes are sharp, the nose is small, a typical oval face." 
According to the description, the old man quickly squeezed it out, handed it over and said, "Does it look like it? Someone who cares, if he doesn't care, he wouldn't come to buy my little old man's clay figurine."

This old man is old, his eyes are still bright, and he jokes and jokes from time to time.

Ji Mingyou was taken aback for a moment, looking at the vivid little doll in front of him, with gentle eyes, he said with a smile, "It's very similar, with exactly the same expression."

Ji Mingyou talked a few words, drove to the shop, looked at the little clay figurine in the car, and curled the corners of his mouth.

"on fire!"

Seeing the dessert shop on fire, Ji Mingyou anxiously wanted to find out about the situation from Lin Weiwei.

Ji Mingyou searched all over in a hurry, but he didn't see any search figure. He shouted loudly, "Lin Weiwei, where are you?" 
Did Lin Weiwei escape? Ji Mingyou's body trembled.

"Is it the clerk? I didn't see her come out, and the door is closed, so she's still inside." Several familiar old customers muttered.

There seemed to be a hole in Ji Mingyou's heart, and anxiety kept pouring in, but he couldn't get in touch with Lin Weiwei.

Seeing that the fire was getting stronger and stronger, Ji Mingyou felt more and more uneasy, so he rushed into the store regardless.

Lin Weiwei is alone again, wait for him.

"Boss Ji, calm down, the firefighters will save people when they come." The regular customers tried to stop them, and tried to persuade them.

"Get out of the way." There was an idea in Ji Mingyou's mind. When he found Lin Weiwei, he broke free from the blocking arm and rushed into the fire.

Damn it, if he doesn't look for it, Lin Weiwei will be even more dangerous.

"Come on, Boss Ji ran in to save people." A gust of wind blew, and the black smoke flew upwards, covering a small piece of sky, as if covering the soul, and hurried screams sounded. 
The dense fog spread in the store, and it was difficult to breathe once entering the store, and the flames were burning.

Ji Mingyou covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, unable to see his surroundings clearly, bent over and shouted, "Lin Weiwei, hear a reply."

Lin Weiwei, who was about to lose consciousness, hummed, and her strong desire to survive made her move her fingers.

Who is coming, come and find her, I can't hold on anymore.

"I'm here, help me." Lin Weiwei whimpered as she was cornered. She stayed there for so long that her consciousness was no longer clear.