Chapter 62 Everyone has their own thoughts

I can say that I have made a great decision to go to see Bian Yueru. Although I can't say that I hate her much, I definitely can't say that I still have any hope.

If it weren't for her deliberate behavior, I wouldn't have been so passive no matter what I said.

With the foundation of innate martial arts, I am not so stupid that I have no intention. I feel that Zheng Tingzhou's credibility cannot be compared with Yun Xi in any case.

I have been dealing with various types of businessmen for so long, and when I signed the company's equity distribution, I was somewhat careful.

With Cao Yu, Yuping, Sister Yongqing and her shares, I have the dominance in the company.

Although there was foreign investment, it was later proved that it was manipulated by Mr. Zheng, but the problem lies with her - someone I also trust.

That bar is familiar, and I have been with her more than once. It was there that I met Yi Xuexi and Jiang Tingting.

When I pushed the door open, a wave of heat hit me, the unchanging feeling was a sign of urban nightlife.

Bian Yueru sat in front of the small wall near the bar, in the deepest corner. She was in front of her with a strangely colored cocktail. She always liked to drink high-altitude wine.

I walked over slowly, her eyes condensed in the cup, and suddenly I didn't realize it.

Two drunken and hazy young men staggered, walked over to meet with their cups, and were driven away by her muttering and waved her hand, just like driving away the annoying fly.

Because it's still far away, I can't hear what she's saying.

I didn't say hello, so I asked for a glass of beer, sat in front of the small wall not far from her, and took a few sips silently.

I found a single man wearing a gorgeous beer girl quietly approaching: "Little handsome guy, it's so boring to drink alone, how can I accompany you with my sister?"

I waved my hand and was too lazy to say anything more.

"Oh, such a beautiful night, don't keep people from thousands of miles away. Why do you have to know each other when you meet? You can sit together and have a destiny."

I turned my face and refused to look at her.

"Little handsome guy, have you been heartbroken?" Her hand took the initiative to put on my shoulder and said in a slight voice, "Where is no fragrant grass in the world? Life is short, so you have to have fun in time. How can you lose the entire forest for a tree?"

I looked up and saw that the woman was so pretty that she was not bad. She frowned: "I must have received a good education after hearing what you said. Don't you feel like a waste of doing this job?"

When I heard that I was not good at speaking, the beer girl snorted from her nose and left in a bad mood.

My voice was quite loud, Bian Yueru looked up and grinned, and she felt a little unreal when the lights were not bright.

She claimed that drinking was like boiled water. When she reached this state, she didn't know how much she drank.

I glanced at her, but still didn't say anything, lowered my head and tasted the wine in the glass alone.

"Chengcheng, I didn't expect that you still have the same temper. It's not easy for others to make a living here." Bian Yueru sat down with a cup in her arms.

Her body was already shaking a little, and she didn't notice that the wine was spilled out in the glass, so she put her arms directly on.

"You are a beautiful lady, how can you be a thief?" Just as a song that is very popular nowadays was played on the speaker, I couldn't help but read one of the lyrics again.

"What did you say?" It was too noisy inside, my voice was not loud, Bian Yueru couldn't hear it clearly, and her face came over.

I couldn't help looking at that face: the thin eyebrows were curved, the lightly-painted gold-pink eyeshadow, the slightly wide-looking big mouth was painted with blue-purple lipstick, and the cheeks were lightly blushed.

Bian Yueru is still as beautiful as ever. At close range, no matter how good the decoration is, it cannot cover the bags under her eyes. The moistness brought by alcohol still cannot stop her fatigue and haggardness.

She may not have a easy life, even if she is a thief, she is worried all day long. Will this woman blame herself?

Bian Yueru was wearing casual clothes today, with only a pink T-shirt left on her upper body and a pair of white jeans underneath. She just sat down with a black coat, which I am familiar with.

She squeezed into sitting on the stage, her chest was surging and she had a strong visual shock. She was indeed a woman who was so familiar that she was about to drip.

I suddenly felt sad and asked rashly: "Are you doing well?"

"Okay, very good, never so good." Her answer was straightforward, almost without thinking.

My eyes sink and don't look at me, as if all the feelings are condensed in the cup.

"That's good." I replied, looking at the dance floor, too lazy to say anything else.

"Okay, okay..." Bian Yueru murmured.

Hearing her unusual voice, I couldn't help but turn my head and look, and a tear fell from her eyes, and a faint trace was drawn on her cheek, and accidentally fell back into the cup in front of me.

She raised her head and drank half a cup in one sip, snapped her fingers, her expression was intoxicated and filled with pain, as if the ups and downs of life were all in it.

During this process, she didn't look at me again: "Go another drink."

Both of them didn't speak again, and soon Bian Yueru poured another glass of wine into her stomach.

When she snapped her fingers again, her eyes were already a little messy, and I couldn't help but say, "Sister Yueru, don't drink it anymore."

Her eyes lit up: "Chengcheng, are you willing to call me sister?"

I knew I had made a mistake, so I turned my head aside and pretended not to hear her question.

Bian Yueru sighed quietly, her face suddenly turned pale, and she picked up the empty wine glass to cover it up. The tiny details happened to be seen by me, and suddenly realized: She might still care about my feelings.

I moved the stool closer to her, and no matter what, I couldn't allow her to ruin her body like this. After a while of being bored, I hesitantly patted her hand on the table: "You---don't drink like this."

"You have to care!" She pulled her hand back suddenly and reacted fiercely. When the waiter came over, she waved her hand and coaxed him back.

At this time, the exciting music sounded, and it was the most fanatical moment in the bar. No matter what kind of emotions you came, you will be completely vented at this time and turned into a dance step without rules and without thoughts.

She suddenly smiled at me: "Come on, can you dance a song with me?"

There was a trace of expectation in Bian Yueru's eyes, but I shook my head with a heart: "No, I'm not interested in this."

Her expression became dark, she stopped persuading each other, shook her head and walked towards the dance floor: "That's better, put my bag here, watch it for me."

All the lighting lamps are turned off and replaced by flashing colorful lights. Whether it is a person or anything else, they become ignited and hidden.

Whether you have been a master of the dance forest or have first entered such a place, whether you are a billionaire, or spend the last piece of ocean to get drunk... In this darkness, devils and angels are equal.

As the music became more and more exciting, even the waiter who was holding the wine seemed to be integrated into the music. I sat alone and became an orphan spectator.

For everyone, if you pass by this world for a brief time, you are a spectator and a performer in the eyes of others. And in this atmosphere, it is shameful for those who are sober.

The magic of the innate martial arts allows me to clearly see everyone's performance in the darkness, no matter whether his body is elegant or clumsy. When everyone is drunk, all this seems to have nothing to do with me, and it is the most painful thing.

The dance floor is indeed a good place to temporarily forget all worries. If I have troubles that I cannot resolve that day, this is also the best place to go.

Bian Yueru's pink T-shirt became clearer and clearer, and I was able to appreciate her craziest side. She was constantly circulating among the crowd, as if she was an elf from the sky, the master of this stage.

Her dancing posture was wonderful! I felt unprecedented shock.

She was venting her heart's content and using her body language to tell all the audience that this was Bian Yueru, a real woman, a painful woman, and a woman who was missing.

Did I not understand her? Is the mistake she made forgiven? No one told me the answer.

The deafening music proclaimed loudly: There is no right or wrong in the silent world, only participation and cold-eyed viewing.

Bian Yueru's body moved a lot, and it was always capturing my sight when it was visible from the beginning.

Two young men with upper bodies began to circulate around her, and their bodies kept rushing with her.

This world does not belong to the conscious person, I subconsciously close my eyes.

When they opened it again, the two were still entangled with her. Bian Yueru seemed to be in a state of selflessness, and had no idea about the touch of the two.

One of them shamelessly reached her hand towards her plump buttocks, and she still didn't respond, shaking her head with all her might.

The other one was even more excessive, and he actually approached her body and rubbed against her jumping chest from time to time.

I suddenly felt a little unhappy. Although this woman had nothing to do with me, and even said that there was a holiday, somehow, I just didn't want to watch her be violated like this.

When a dirty hand quietly reached towards her plump breasts, I could no longer bear it. The cup in my hand quickly broke into the crazy abortion.

In such a crowd, I approached Bian Yueru effortlessly and successfully dragged her out of the "devil's claws".

"Who are you and what are you doing?" She struggled to break free from my big hand.

"Bian Yueru, you've drunk too much."

Hearing that it was my voice, she suddenly calmed down, stopped moving, and was frozen in that position.

The two boys who lost their prey were very angry and snatched in the crowd for a long time. Taking advantage of the lights, they arrived in front of Bian Yueru and me: "Boy, what are you doing!"

I was too lazy to pay attention to these two guys, so I leaned into her ear and shouted: "Go down and have a rest."

Sweat was oozing from Bian Yueru's face, but she didn't say anything, letting me hold my hand and walk outside.

Two young men squeezed me in the middle, one left and one right: "Boy, let me give you a bright spot, I'm just looking for happiness here. What are you going to get involved with? It has disturbed the man's interest."

I smiled coldly when I heard this, and pushed it aside with my hand: "Does go."

The two guys are also used to being rampant, and they don’t retreat but advance: “This girl is so good, we like it, don’t be unaware of life or death.”

After saying that, he laughed maliciously.

"I don't know how to live or die?" I laughed in my heart: Hum, I don't know who doesn't know how to live or die.

I don't take this kind of small character seriously and I don't bother talking nonsense. I raise my feet in the darkness and quickly put one knee under each of them. I only heard two muffled "humph", and I didn't even have a chance to resist. I squatted down with my lower abdomen.

In the noisy crowd, no one noticed something strange. The two boys disappeared silently from their eyes. I guess they didn't dare to do anything else.
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