Chapter 711: The Young Marshal Who Must Revenge 【10】
Yi Jian did not move away or move, just letting her stay close to him, the two of them standing in the crowd.
A perfect picture.
It gives people a sense of isolation and refinement.
People came and went, and they couldn't help but keep their eyes on them for a quarter of an hour, but no one came forward to disturb them.
That night...all the ladies and nobles of city X believed in one thing in an instant...that is, eternity.
Yes.
Such beautiful words.
But it seems to be performed by Yi Jian and Zhong Qing.
The two people stood against the light. The Paramount was full of colorful lights, spinning and flashing in all directions, which was very dazzling.
However, they give people a bright and affectionate attitude.
Zhongqing feels peaceful, a sense of peace that I have never experienced since I was a child.
Her thick eyelashes flickered slightly, and she subconsciously wanted to close them, quietly enjoying the beauty of this moment.
Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Zhong Qing saw Wei Feng entering the toilet nearby, and she slowly stood up from Yi Jian's side.
Yi Jian felt empty beside her and couldn't help frowning, turning her head and staring at Zhong Qing.
Zhong Qing looked a little shy when he saw her. She lowered her eyebrows and said to Yi Jian softly and slowly: "Young Marshal, I'm going to the bathroom and I'll be back later."
Yi Jian nodded and watched her leave.
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There is a small path leading to the bathroom. On the walls on both sides, this exquisite wall lamp is hung every one meter, emitting a dim, orange light, faintly revealing a bit of coldness.
Compared to the hustle and bustle in Paramount, the entire corridor is already very quiet. From time to time, beautifully dressed women and men wearing clothes and leather shoes walk past here.
Zhongqing stood in the corridor, but never entered the bathroom.
After waiting for about two minutes, Zhong Qing saw Wei Feng, who was already drunk and somewhat unconscious, staggering out of the men's restroom.
He was not a good drinker, and I was afraid that the three drinks she had just made him completely drunk.
Zhong Qing was leaning against the wall with a very casual and enchanting posture, waiting for Wei Feng to approach.
Wei Feng walked up to Zhong Qing. At this time, he was so drunk that he could no longer tell the difference between east, west and north. He even pretended to know who the person in front of him was.