Wearing a black miniskirt, an almost transparent suspender top, short hair, and not much foundation on her face, she even didn't wear much of a top. Meijia quietly leaned against the door.
He bent over and brushed his teeth with a toothbrush in his hand. In fact, there was no toothpaste on it. But Zhou Long kept brushing with his right hand. From time to time, he looked up at Meijia in the mirror in front of him. His legs felt a little weak.
As soon as the devil's warship took off, Zhou Long went offline. But his door had already been opened. Meijia looked for the key that Yinjian wanted by accident, and was waiting for Zhou Long.
He glanced sideways. There was an old almanac on the wall. Zhou Long wanted to confirm what day it was. The lover in his dream in the past years had indeed taken the initiative to find him.
It seemed that he had already started to have good luck. "Are you going or not?" Meijia said in a cooing voice at the door. Poof. He filled his mouth with water, swirled it around in his mouth, and spit it out. Zhou Long was regaining consciousness.
Zhou Long felt as if he was sleepwalking in the first half hour after getting up from bed. But now it has taken 40 minutes to put on clothes and pants and brush his teeth. Zhou Long still doesn't feel awake.
Taking a deep breath, Zhou Long turned around and walked to the door with his head held high and just opened his mouth to speak. "Your boss has already approved the leave." Meijia said and took Zhou Long's arm.
With such a slight movement, Zhou Long felt that his legs and feet were unsteady, so he followed him out involuntarily. The door behind him was naturally closed by Meijia.
From the corridor to the door of the company, Zhou Long didn't know how he got down. But he could feel countless envious, jealous, and hateful eyes scanning his body along the way.
It was a feeling like walking on a red carpet. Something that most men would never dream of. Even walking on the street, Zhou Long could feel the glances of countless passers-by turning back.
Men turn back because of Meijia's seductive figure and dress, ignoring Zhou Long's existence. Of course women turn around because of the obviously large diamond ring and very special perfume on Meijia's hand.
Sitting in the most upscale Western restaurant in Hanjiang City, Zhou Long finished his Western breakfast at a loss and was held up by Meijia's snow-white arm.
Throughout the day, Zhou Long felt that his legs were suffering. In other words, his whole body was suffering. Zhou Long felt that his body seemed to be getting worse.
Under the leadership of Meijia, or Zhou Long was accompanying Meijia, he spent the whole day shopping in shopping malls and the entire Hanjiang City. Things sold there were expensive, and Meijia would appear there.
And Zhou Long, who had bags hanging all over his body, followed him with a miserable look on his face. People passing by who didn't know what they were thinking sometimes regarded this man with bags hanging all over his body as a clothes hanger or a tipped waiter.
At noon, in a hot pot restaurant that Meijia said is known as the hottest in Hanjiang City, the two of them were eating with mouths bubbling. Zhou Long finally found a place to rest.
However, as soon as they finished eating, Meijia took Zhou Long and plunged into the shopping mall where he had not finished shopping. Zhou Long suddenly felt that his legs were weak, he was dizzy, and his brain was not well fed.
At night, he stood on the street and watched the sun set with an empty stomach. Zhou Long suddenly felt that the darkness before dawn was coming. "Are you hungry?" Meijia said.
Standing on the street waiting for a taxi, there was a trace of anxiety on his face. "No way. Do you have to accompany her back at night? How can I bear it?" he thought to himself. Zhou Long said happily: "I'm not hungry."
Watching a taxi slowly parked beside him in the distance, Zhou Long instantly felt that the day of liberation was not far away. He even thought about the words to say goodbye to Meijia in his heart.
In the house, the scalding bath water and the gentle quilt are what I need most at this moment. Maybe a bottle of beer and a plate of peanuts.
"fraud."
A loud shout broke Zhou Long's fantasy. Meijia looked at Zhou Long with an angry face and shouted. That delicate face was only a millimeter away from Zhou Long's face at this time.
"Men all like to lie." Meijia said. Endless resentment immediately burst out in her eyes. It seemed that Zhou Long was a pervert who deceived young girls into losing their hearts.
"I...No." Zhou Long said. Looking at Meijia at such a close distance, he didn't know how to defend himself. "Never reason with women." This was a famous saying that crossed Zhou Long's mind.
Of course, this is a passage said by Zhou Long's grandfather. To be precise, it is the words in the grandfather's diary kept by Zhou Long's father. Zhou Long has always regarded this sentence as a famous saying.
Maybe it was because the two of them were so close. The two of them looked at each other's lips unconsciously. An inexplicable feeling suddenly filled the two of them.
The distance between the two lips was getting closer and closer little by little. The surroundings and even the whole world became silent. In the end, even time seemed to disappear.
"Hey you two, I can't get in," the driver of the taxi that had already parked nearby shouted impatiently.
"Come on." Zhou Long waved his head and said firmly to the driver in the car window.
"Yeah." Meijia responded. She raised her hand and touched her forehead. She smiled and turned around to get into the car.
“Rose Restaurant.”
In the car, Meijia said the address. The driver hit the accelerator and drove onto the road. On the car radio, a pop singer sang a touching love song. Neither of them said anything.
Maybe it was the awkward atmosphere just now. Both of them looked out of the car window tacitly. Half an hour later, the taxi stopped next to a black house.
After paying the money, Zhou Long got out of the car and opened the door for Meijia. The taxi left. Holding bags all over his body, Zhou Long followed Meijia and walked towards a black house.
It is a Western-style building with only three floors. There are four cool waiters in suits standing on both sides of the door. The entire street is located in a prime location in Hanjiang City.
The surroundings are very lively, but it is really quiet here. In a small house, almost every window is lit with light. People like Zhou Long will almost never come to this kind of place in his life.
"Sir, door card." The waiter at the door said. He raised his hand very politely and stopped Zhou Long.
"Hi." Zhou Long called inside.
Meijia, who was already walking in front, turned around and showed the door card in her pocket to the waiters on both sides. She even stuffed a tip. But the waiter in front of her had no intention of letting her go and just said: "I'm sorry, Miss. We The rule is to recognize the card but not the person. You can only enter one card."
"Your sister, I've been feeling miserable all day. In the end, I have to suffer from you." Zhou Long said in his heart. He felt that the anger was coming up because of you.
"This should be enough, Meijia." He said something in Chinese that was obviously not very proficient and still had a foreign accent.
"Are you ready?" Meijia listened to the voice and immediately pounced on a blond man who appeared at the door.
"You can come in." Following the card handed out by the blond old man, the waiter next to him raised his hand and said.
"I know." Zhou Long said. He was stunned on the spot. It felt like a century had passed. So long. The man who appeared in front of him seemed to have shattered something in his body.
"Okay. What are you standing for?" Meijia shouted and turned around. She reached out and took Zhou Long's arm and walked in.
The lighting in the room is very dim. To be precise, it is very dark overall. There is only a little light in the necessary places, but it is not discreet. Of course, the main reason is the surrounding decoration.
It was obvious that the owner of the house hired a skilled designer. Although the room was dark, it was very well decorated. The light yellow walls made it look comfortable.
There are also the oil painting photo frames above and the pillars that appear on both sides of the corridor. They are carved with decorations and have faint candles. The ground under your feet is soft when you step on it.
The pianist played slowly in my ears. All this would make it impossible for anyone to walk in and ruin the atmosphere here. The old blond man in front led the way politely.
In the private room, there is indeed a hot pot on the table and seven or eight dishes next to it. "Hello." The blond man said with a friendly hand when the three of them were seated.
"Hello." Zhou Long stuffed something in his mouth and kept chewing. Zhou Long said vaguely and thought to himself: "So Meijia still remembers what I like to eat."
In this world, apart from Zhou Long's mother, only Meijia knows what Zhou Long likes to eat. And the table in front of him is all filled with Zhou Long's favorite food.
Among them was a plate of fried chicken wings, which was Zhou Long's absolute favorite. He didn't care about other people's faces. The atmosphere at the scene was that Zhou Long just wanted to fill his stomach and reminisce about his old relationship with Meijia.
As for the old foreigner in front of him, Zhou Long didn't want to talk to him at all. "I'll pick a bottle of red wine for you." Meijia said softly, stood up and walked away.
"Ah. Ah." Zhou Long was swallowing something. He pointed at Meijia with both hands and shouted: "I want it in 20...12 years." After saying this, he didn't look at the other side at all and continued to sweep the dining table crazily.
The blond old man in front of him had a somewhat stiff face, but he felt relieved when he saw Zhou Long looking over from time to time, fearing that he might snatch the food.
"Is this person really suitable?" the blond old man muttered in his heart: "There is a saying in China that is to get straight to the point. Then let's talk about it. Mr. Pioneer."
"Cough. Cough. Cough. Cough. Cough."
A waiter behind him patted Zhou Long on the back. His face was full of pain. The blond old man opposite him choked immediately after he finished speaking. And he couldn't do anything right.
Finally, he covered his neck with both hands and almost rolled his eyes. The waiter outside the door ran in amidst the shouts of the blond old man. He looked at Zhou Long who looked like he was about to choke to death.
Immediately and continuously, he slapped Zhou Long on the back. Then he used all his strength. Zhou Long closed his eyes and fell to the ground. "Ah." Meijia, who was standing at the door, let out a scream that cut through the sky. She was holding a hand. The red wine fell to the ground.
