The two stood at the door of the bar, stunned, looking at each other.
"Is your uncle so open?"
"Maybe he doesn't know they are playing here, right?" Shen Qinghe said this without any confidence, and the location where he posted it would be marked with his name.
Her right eyelid twitched again, and she retreated a little: "How about we go back."
Wen Jingjing gritted her teeth and stamped her feet, pulling her in.
The music inside was deafening, the lights flickered and blurred, and many people gathered in the middle of the dance floor, shaking their bodies crazily.
"Shen Qinghe?" The boy wasn't sure he saw it right, so he could only tentatively call his name.
Shen Qinghe hadn't seen him for more than two years, but he still recognized him at a glance: "Chen Ji."
"You're not the girl Uncle Jiang was talking about, are you?"
"It's really me."
Chen Ji enthusiastically led them to the booth.
Several older boys enthusiastically asked them to sit in the middle, poured wine and handed them fruits.
Wen Jingjing couldn't help but held up her phone and turned it around, recorded a video, and sent it to her circle of friends.
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Jiang Yao and Zhou Cheng played a few more games and were inexplicably upset: "No more playing."
Click on WeChat and there will be a red dot in the circle of friends. It is Wen Jingjing who has updated the circle of friends.
I almost went in. The video was brightly lit and the music was playing. I could see many familiar boys around me.
The moment he was about to turn it off, he noticed a white figure and paused subconsciously. Shen Qinghe turned his face sideways and talked to others, smiling and smiling.
As the play continued, Shen Qinghe and those people laughed together.
Jiang Yao's eyes darkened, and he threw his phone to Zhou Cheng, with a sneer on his thin lips: "Which bar?"
"Looking at the decoration, it looks like it's Nanqiao's. Their lighting is more distinctive." Zhou Cheng threw the phone back.
Jiang Yao picked up a coat and put it on his shoulders and walked towards the door.
"What are you going to do?"
"Catch the adulterer."
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The people in the bar were shaking their heads and swaying in the middle of the dance floor to the music. Occasionally, their eyes fell on the booths over there. The people at that table were a bit different.
A few young people were sitting there playing Landlords.
The phone buzzed and vibrated several times. Shen Qinghe played the last card, took the phone and ran to a quiet place to answer the call.
"Hello? Jiang Yao."
She was dizzy and could barely stand still against the wall.
"where?"
"dormitory."
"you sure?"
Shen Qinghe really felt that she had drunk too much, otherwise how could she feel Jiang Yao's voice behind her.
"Sure."
I hung up the phone and groped my way back.
As soon as they arrived at the booth, they stopped playing around and looked at her strangely.
I touched my face, but there was nothing there!
Chen Ji said respectfully: "Brother Jiang."
"You kid, you can't drink well, how come you are drunker than me." Shen Qinghe couldn't help but mock him. At least she could distinguish between men and women. She raised the wine glass on the table and said, "Here, keep drinking."
"Don't you want to touch me?" His tone was calm and cold, but there was an inexplicable sense of oppression.
Shen Qinghe turned his head stiffly and saw the person clearly. His expression seemed to be that he had seen a ghost, and he had sobered up a bit.
Why was she caught when she said she was panicking?
Jiang Yao put his hands in his pockets, with a stern look on his face, staring at her with lowered eyes, taking in all her reactions.
"Brother Jiang, come and play together." Someone sent an invitation.
Jiang Yao responded, sitting lazily on the edge of the booth, neither drinking nor playing games, just staring at her lazily.
Shen Qinghe neither stood nor sat down. He stood on the same spot with his eyes asking for help from Wen Jingjing.
Wen Jingjing was busy teasing the younger brother next to her, without even looking at her.
A boy saw that she was still stunned and patted the seat next to him: "Sister, come here and do it."
Jiang Yao tilted his head and raised his eyebrows.
Shen Qinghe clearly felt the threat in his eyes, and she was sure that if she sat over him, her life would be at risk.
He laughed twice, but if he couldn't fight, he could still run away: "I'm going to the toilet."
He turned around and sneaked to the toilet, often looking back to see if Jiang Yao was following him, but he didn't notice someone coming out from the corner in front.
Her head hit their backpack, which made her dizzy and her eyes flashed with stars: "Who! Don't have eyes!"
If you throw the blame quickly, the fault will not lie with you.
The man who took the blame looked a bit like Jiang Yao. His face was cold, but he loved to smile. He lowered the brim of his hat and said, "I'm sorry."
As soon as the voice came out, Shen Qinghe woke up completely. Isn't this Song Ci? Why is he here?
"It's okay." He lowered his head, covered half of his face with his hair, and turned sideways.
The young man who was also carrying a bag caught up with Song Ci, handed him a mask, and started to worry: "Captain, we are here to arrest people. If you are photographed and someone else tells you that you are here to drink, you will be punished.
"
Song Ci took the mask and put it on, staring at her every step of the way.
The young man glanced at the ghostly figure in front of him and shuddered: "I hope our Xiaojiu won't be like her, scaring people everywhere."
Before leaving, Song Ci smiled meaningfully and returned to the image of a sunny boy created by the screen.
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After sobering up, Shen Qinghe suddenly realized that she was her sister, so why should she be afraid of her younger brother? She could completely suppress him with her blood!
He returned to his booth with great courage.
Jiang Yao looked dull, lowered his head and lit a cigarette.
The moment he raised his eyelids and looked at her, she wilted.
If there is no blood relationship, where does the suppression of blood come from?
Sitting next to him dejectedly.
The boys around her didn't even look at her. They held wine and toasted her: "Sister, have a drink."
Shen Qinghe glanced at Jiang Yao subconsciously. His face was so cold that she immediately turned around and waved her hand: "I don't know how to drink."
"Why are you still pretending? Are you timid from time to time? How many bottles are there that are not for you to drink? Are you still pretending to be with us?" The boy indeed drank too much.
The sight behind her almost made Shen Qinghe look like a sieve, and she prayed in her heart that he would stop talking and save her some face.
The boy passed the wine forward again: "Drink for me!"
When Shen Qinghe was at a loss, the person next to her moved, almost getting close to her, and she could clearly feel his breath spraying on the edge of her ear.
Hold your breath nervously.
Jiang Yao put his arm around her face, took the wine and drank it down.
Seeing that it was Jiang Yao who was drinking, the boy stopped embarrassing Shen Qinghe and turned around to drink with the others.
Jiang Yao stared at her blushing face, with a smile on her lips. He put his arm on the other side of her body and teased: "Why are you blushing?"
Before Shen Qinghe could answer, Chen Ji ran over from the other side: "Shen Qinghe, we haven't added WeChat yet!"
Jiang Yao kicked Chen Ji who was taking out his cell phone and gave him a cold look.
Chen Ji's attitude made a 180-degree turn. He turned off his phone and smiled awkwardly as he walked: "Yeah? Why is my phone out of battery?"
Shen Qinghe looked at the sky speechlessly, could he be any more fake?
He turned around and looked at Jiang Yao seriously, his eyes as charming as silk, as if he was about to say something touching in the next second.
Jiangyao Ergenzi has fever.
"You smell too much. You're holding your breath and making your face turn red."