Zhou Jirong has no opinion about the bars in Luancheng. He has stayed in the United States for too long and is used to being reckless and bold. After returning home, he really can't adapt to the serious behavior of domestic bars on the surface but privately corrupt.
I heard from my friends that Lose Demon is the best restaurant in Luan City. After drinking two glasses of Bingyan Vodka, Zhou Jirong shook his head and was about to go home bored.
After leaving the private room door, he glanced at the bar inadvertently. In the long dark beam of light, he saw the woman sitting on the high chair, which stopped him in his tracks.
Wearing a black professional suit, a pure white base, and sweet stiletto heels with hollow lace, she was in a drunken state and her charming eyes were as silky as a slender water snake twisting on the chair. He took two steps back and took a closer look at her
Side view, good guy!
It's her?
With a faint smile on his lips, he strode over.
Qingwu was so drunk that in the end she still didn't remember who brought her to this place. She looked up and looked around, seeing the dim light flickering and ambiguity. This bizarre place made her dizzy, and then she raised her glass again.
After finishing the drink, he yelled at the bartender for another drink.
The young and handsome bartender looked at this woman with eyes as red and swollen as bell peppers. He was helpless. In their profession, it is impossible to have sharp eyes. The way this woman dressed and behaved, she looked like the kind of person who was either rich or noble.
Miss, out of pity and pity, he saw her drinking for a long time and had already persuaded her to go home. However, the results of talking seriously to a drunk woman were self-evident, so he felt there was no need to bring trouble on himself.
At this time, a tall man with extraordinary clothes and evil appearance walked behind Qing Wu.
He walked closer, snapped his fingers, and spoke like a peach blossom, eloquently and frivolously, "Have a drink like this lady."
With that said, he sat down next to Qing Wu.
Qing Wu was playing with the rim of the glass out of boredom. It was evening, there were not many people in the bar, and the seat next to her had been vacant for a long time. When she saw someone coming, she tilted her head and looked over, with a guarded look on her face, and
not talking.
Zhou Jirong looked at her bulging fish eyes, suppressed a smile like a gentleman, tapped his index finger on the bar, and said with a smile, "The lady looks so familiar."
In fact, Zhou Jirong was telling the truth. He had only seen her in the second game not long ago. At that time, she was squatting on the road and crying for some reason. It was really miserable. But when did he know this?
For women, it has to be traced back to one night three months ago, when Madman Ling told him out of nowhere that he was getting married.
After that, Zhou Jirong was curious about this woman named Duan Qingwu from his hair to his toes.
But Qingwu didn't know these details, and she didn't recognize the man in front of her. Listening to the content of his conversation, she rolled her eyes, thinking that what this man said was too inconsistent with his taste in clothes.
"How about you." Her eyes were blurry and she couldn't speak clearly. Zhou Jirong looked at the dozen empty glasses on the bar and then looked at her big red eyes again, his eyes deepening, "Not in a good mood?
"
Qingwu laughed, but her expression was a little sad, "This is obvious, okay!"
Zhou Jirong was amused by her appearance and didn't care about the sting in her words. He remembered that after Ling Kuaishou reported his wife's whereabouts that night, he lost his temper and continued to bombard her until his phone ran out of battery.
His slender fingers rubbed the edge of the cup back and forth. After thinking for a moment, he continued, with a smirk on his face, "There is always a reason for being in a bad mood. You are so beautiful, I guess... the reason must have something to do with men."
Qingwu paused and turned pale. She said nothing and lifted her long hair away from her neck. Zhou Jirong saw the shocking red marks on her thin wrists at a glance. A trace of pity flashed in his eyes. He couldn't help but
Getting serious, "Drinking is harmful to your health, not to mention you are still injured. Drinking like this is not good for your health."
Suddenly, Qingwu's eyes became moist. This stranger's short words of concern evoked the most secret pain in her heart. Women are emotional animals, they can be deeply hurt and easily moved.
Qingwu took a deep breath, and the high temperature in her throat made her consciousness begin to blur. She didn't know where she got the courage to hold the hand of the man in front of her so calmly.
His hands were warm, with delicate skin, and they looked pampered and tight. Unlike that man, who was always cold to the core. She looked at Zhou Jirong eagerly, but the man's face in her field of vision was replaced by another cold one.
She was stunned by the hard and vicious outline, with tears shining in her eyes. Although she was smiling, Zhou Jirong felt that it might be more appropriate to cry.
She said, "Sir, are you interested in me? Are you free? If you are free, I think I would like to go with you."
Her voice was soft and soft, maybe because she was drunk. She spoke slowly and calmly, as if she was talking about the weather. It was as natural as if she was talking about the weather. If her mouth wasn't full of alcohol, she wouldn't sound like a drunk person.
People can tell it.
Zhou Jirong opened his eyes wide. He boasted that he had rich experience and was young. The queue of women he had relationships with was as long as two Great Walls at least. He had always been the only one who could not touch the flowers, but now
, his feet actually felt a little weak.
Looking at the calm and normal woman in front of him, he sighed, she really deserves to be the wife of that lunatic Ling Yansen...
Qingwu looked at him seriously, but her eyes were unfocused, and she sadly didn't know where her mind was wandering.
Zhou Jirong's face was covered with black lines. If Madman Ling had been there... Thinking of that mysterious and mysterious face, he trembled coldly, quickly withdrew his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Miss, I'll go
Go to the bathroom."
******
Ling Yansen spent several hours in the private swimming pool next to Jiayu, called Mr. Li from Weiyuan on the way, and successfully bought the stock at a low price.
I raised my hand and looked at my watch. It was already five o'clock in the afternoon.