Chapter 125 Could it be that she is the boss’s mistress?
It was already eight o'clock in the evening when we landed in the capital.
Shen Manzhi pulled his suitcase and walked out of the airport wearing a thin black coat. The airport hall was brightly lit and there was an endless flow of people.
She found a fast food restaurant to eat something, took off her mask and made a phone call.
Someone behind me came up to chat, "Hello, do you know this place?"
Shen Manzhi hung up the phone and looked sideways, seeing a middle-aged man standing beside him.
He was estimated to be 40 years old, carrying a cloth suitcase on his back, with a sallow complexion and a pair of deep sunken eyes under thick eyebrows. He was dressed plainly in an old-style Chinese tunic suit and a heavy navy blue cotton coat. The hand holding the note was long and well-groomed. clean.
The note had the words "Jiuqing Temple in Beijing" written on it. The handwriting was sloppy but sharp.
Shen Manzhi took a sip of hot milk and said, "Sorry, I'm not a local."
The middle-aged man politely said "Excuse me", took the note and walked to the tables in front, hunched over and took out the note to ask.
Shen Manzhi looked away, and after finishing his meal, he ordered a glass of hot milk to take away.
She walked outside and hailed a car. After putting the suitcase on, she opened the door and prepared to get in. She caught a glimpse of the man just standing in the wind outlet, tightly wrapped in cotton clothes, looking for other people to inquire.
The middle-aged man turned back in disappointment and met Shen Manzhi's eyes.
He hesitated for two seconds, then nodded politely, with a faint smile on his face that had been eroded by time.
Shen Manzhi peeled off the candy in his hand, hooked the tip of his tongue against his canine teeth, and waved to him.
"You just said you are not a local. Will this trouble you?"
The middle-aged man seemed to be sitting next to him awkwardly. Three minutes ago, the young woman asked him to get in the car and said she could give him a ride.
Shen Manzhi gestured to him with his mobile phone, "I checked the navigation and it's on my way."
He breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt sorry for "causing you trouble."
As he spoke, he took out the leather bag hanging on his waist, which was like the small bag that many middle-aged people who work outside often hang on their waists. It had a pleated sandwich inside.
The man took out a few banknotes from inside by the car light, "I came in a hurry, I hope you won't be too short."
Shen Manzhi didn't answer and sipped the last bit of gummy candy, "Sir, what's your surname?"
He moved his lips twice, but then changed his words, "My name is Du Pingsheng, Du of Dujuan."
"Mr. Du, are you talking about an old man who bought you a ticket to the capital? He also asked you to come to this place?"
Du Pingsheng actually refused to get on the bus just now. In his opinion, letting a young girl see him off would have a bad influence on girls, but no one around him knew that Jiuqing Temple existed. Only the person in front of him knew.
So Du Pingsheng explained his intention to come to Shen Manzhi. He originally lived in a temple in Huaicheng and had lived there for almost 20 years. He followed the monks in the temple to meditate and recite scriptures every day. His mobile phone was still an old-fashioned mobile phone. Someone suddenly came to him today and asked him to leave Huaicheng.
But his family was ruined, and where could he go alone?
The old man just wanted him to leave Sophora City as soon as possible. An old monk in the temple gave him an address and said he had a friend there who could take care of him.
So the old man immediately bought him a ticket to the capital and asked him to pack his luggage and come over.
When Du Pingsheng mentioned that old man, his eyes dodge a little, as if he didn't want to talk about him.
"A friend I knew before recommended me to go there after my wife and children left home. It doesn't require becoming a monk, but it is also a pure place."
Shen Manzhi tapped his fingertips on his leg, "Can you tell me the name of that old man?"
Du Pingsheng looked a little confused, "He didn't tell me that there was an accident at home that year. I was uneasy and thought about killing myself. That's when he appeared..."
Seemingly recalling some bad things, Du Pingsheng thought deeply for a while and said with a wry smile, "He said he knew my difficulties and hoped that I would not commit suicide and go to the temple for a while to calm down. How could I calm down at that time?" I came down and lived like a zombie, feeling sad because of the situation. My family and I were not rich, so I had no choice but to go to that temple, where I stayed for more than ten years..."
He sighed softly, "I don't know what happened. He asked me to leave like this. I just asked around and no one knew there was such a place. Thank you so much!"
So they landed on the same flight.
Jiuqing Temple in the capital does not offer incense from outside. It is located on a mountain and few people know about this Manzhi had no intention of inquiring into other people's private affairs, but his appearance was a bit coincidental and sudden.
"arrive."
Shen Manzhi lowered the window and pointed to the roadside, "There is a hotel in front of you. It's relatively cheap. You may need to stay there for one night. You can catch the earliest bus into the mountain tomorrow and tell the driver where you want to go. He will be there at the right time. Tell you to get out of the car."
Du Shengping got out of the car with his luggage, looked at the station next to him, then turned around and bent down to thank him. He insisted on putting the money into the car, but Shen Manzhi stopped him.
Shen Manzhi smiled and rolled up the car window, "Give me a chance to meet in the future."
The man held the money in his hand and watched the taxi leave. He was stunned and didn't know what she meant by her words.
"Girl, you are so brave, you dare to ask a stranger to get on the bus." The driver turned out of the street and spoke to the female passenger, speaking with a Beijing accent.
"Don't be like this in the future. There are many ways to traffic in people. Why don't you know the way? Now that you have mobile phone navigation, you can ask the airport staff where you can go? You are also kind-hearted. Seeing him like that makes you feel pitiful. , what if he asks you to take him there, and the car you hire happens to be with him... You will regret it!"
Shen Manzhi's eyes moved slightly, knowing that the driver meant well, and smiled through the rearview mirror, "Thank you, I won't help you anymore."
"Yeah, keep an eye on everything. It's a good thing to help others, but you can't involve yourself..."
Shen Manzhi tilted his head and leaned back, looking out the window at the night and listening to the driver's chatter.
The capital city at night is a really fascinating place. Although it is cold, sharp, full of technology and has no mercy, there are still countless people who yearn for it and want to take root here.
It's just moths to the flame.
Shen Manzhi got off the bus in front of a hotel, and the greeter came forward to take out her luggage.
The lobby manager in a smart suit came over and asked, "Is this Ms. Shen?"
"Ah."
Shen Manzhi took off the gloves in his hands and entered the hall with air-conditioning in his breath.
The manager handed her a sealed bag similar to an envelope in his hand, "Ms. Shen, please follow me. The presidential suite has been prepared for you. What time will dinner be prepared for you?"
Shen Manzhi took the bag and at the same time calmly pulled out the little man in combat uniform and whipped him in his mind. He had to be so high-profile, right? "no need."
The manager blocked the elevator door for her and prepared to go in together, "Okay, madam, please come this way!"
Shen Manzhi took the room card from her hand and said, "No need to give it away. I will contact you if anything happens."
The manager stood outside the elevator and sent her up with a smile.
Seeing the rising numbers on the elevator's electronic screen, the manager breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why are you so nervous, Sister Xiu?"
"Ouch!"
Zhang Xiu was startled by the sudden voice behind him, "Are you off work?"
The woman in casual clothes flipped her hair and said, "Shift change, that woman is quite beautiful and lives in the presidential suite. Could it be that she is the boss's mistress?"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhang Xiu glared at her and nodded her forehead, "You are the boss's friend. Don't talk about things behind your back. The boss will feel better if he knows about you..."
"I know, Sister Xiu." The woman put on her backpack and left.
Shen Manzhi went back to the room to put away his luggage. Before leaving, he thought about it and changed his clothes.
The wall mirror in the shower room reflected a woman's smooth and white body. There was gauze on her back and the edges were rolled up a little. Shen Manzhi put on his sweater again and pulled it down to cover it.
She pulled her coat downstairs and took out the contents of the bag, which were a car key and two crossed M logos.
Shen Manzhi clicked his tongue and went to the underground garage to find this very high-profile sports car under the instructions of the parking boy.
(End of this chapter)