Song Anyang turned his head to look at Pei Yue in the back seat of the car, but Pei Yue's gaze turned to Wu Yan who was sitting next to him.

The two were talking without a word, and they chatted very warmly.

Seeing the situation in the back seat of the car, Song Anyang felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, but the current situation was not suitable for her to speak.

So Song Anyang could only sit sullenly in the front seat, lowering his eyes, staring at his nails, feeling stuffy, annoyed and sour, and he could only peel his nails to dispel the discomfort in his heart.

Song Anyang was sitting in the front seat of the car peeling his nails, and the middle-aged man who was driving suddenly said: "Girls, you should do a professional manicure to be beautiful." After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man glanced at Song Anyang's nails, and then said: "You are too casual to raise nails, why don't I take you to get a nail art." ”

The middle-aged man's voice was a little hoarse, like something choking his throat, and he didn't speak too clearly, but he could barely understand it.

When Song Anyang heard that the middle-aged man said that he was going to take her to get her nails done, his face suddenly froze, he tilted his head slightly, and glanced at the man in the back seat of the car, but found that Pei Yue was still chatting with Wu Yan.

Suddenly, a wave of restlessness surged in the woman's chest, and she turned her head to stop at the man who was driving, and nodded in response: "Okay." ”

Song Anyang nodded and agreed to get his nails done, entirely because Pei Yue had been chatting with Wu Yan and didn't care about her.

I naively felt that Pei Yue had always been intimate with other women, and she was also intimate with other men!

When the middle-aged man saw Song Anyang respond, the smile on his face became more wanton, his eyes lit up, and he was familiar with the place where the car can be used for nails.

After the car came to the nail salon, the middle-aged man called Song Anyang to get out of the car, and said quite proudly: "What kind of nails do you want to do, pick whatever you want, I invite you." ”

The middle-aged man said this very proudly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes kept scanning the woman.

He felt that although the woman in front of him was not beautiful, her appearance was that kind of gentle and thick, with a pair of agate bead-like eyes, which was very endearing.

This kind of woman, blushing, must be loved.

In just a moment's effort, the middle-aged man felt a little sweet-mouthed, and in less than twenty minutes, he actually coveted Song Anyang.

But in the end, it was daytime, there were many people, and the middle-aged man thought that he should be a gentleman, so he first invited Song Anyang to the store to get his nails done.

Song Anyang and the middle-aged man entered the store, Pei Yue and Wu Yan followed, the two seemed to have a good chat, and along the way, Wu Yan didn't stop talking excitedly.

The more the two of them are like this, the more irritable Song Anyang feels in her heart, she always feels that Pei Yue has become very strange today, if it is in normal times, he must not be like this.

Did she do something wrong, or did Pei Yue lose interest in her and wanted to find someone else?

Thinking of this, Song Anyang was timid again, sitting in the nail shop, stretching out his hand, but his thoughts were always on Pei Yue's body.

The middle-aged man sat next to Song Anyang and kept asking, what kind of nails does Song Anyang want to do?

Song Anyang felt irritable, so he pointed to the extremely bright candy color and chose ten different colors for his nails.

That effect, when it was made, was really eye-catching, high-profile and weird.

The middle-aged man, obviously didn't expect Song Anyang to choose ten candy colors, and was a little stunned, but he looked at the woman's slightly delicate face, and felt that the candy color was quite suitable for her.

So, Song Anyang chose the color casually and did it directly.

The process of making nails was a bit long, Song Anyang sat in place and waited for Pei Yue for a long time, but he only saw Pei Yue accompanying that Wu Yan all the time, looking at nail polish and hand cream.

The two of them looked like they were talking and laughing, which stabbed Song Anyang's eyes almost red.

Annoying, annoying!

Therefore, after Song Anyang finished doing the nails of one hand, he stood up and went to the bathroom.

Seeing that Song Anyang said that he wanted to go to the bathroom, the nail technician stopped what he was doing and pointed in the direction of the bathroom.

Song Anyang saw that the nail technician pointed in the direction, and without hesitation, he went directly.

The restrooms in the nail salon are separate single rooms for men and women.

As soon as she stepped in to wash her hands, and before she locked the door, the middle-aged man from before followed in, and hugged Song Anyang without waiting for Song Anyang to react.

Suddenly hugged by a strange man, Song Anyang only felt a feeling of nausea and discomfort, surged up from the soles of his feet, and struggled to push the middle-aged man away.

The middle-aged man's strength was not great, and when Song Anyang pushed hard, the man was pushed by her and almost fell.

However, Song Anyang's resistance made the expression on the middle-aged man's face even more excited, straightened the expression on his face, and said: "Everyone is an adult, make a price." The middle-aged man's words were extremely serious.

In his eyes, women are able to make a price.

This woman turned out to be Wu Yan's friend, and she got into his car and came to do her nails with him, which was a good price.

The middle-aged man confidently believes that with his identity and status, he can still afford a plainly dressed little girl.

When Song Anyang heard the middle-aged man's words, his face sank suddenly, he didn't want to pay attention to the middle-aged man in front of him, and reached out to push the middle-aged man away and go out directly.

But the middle-aged man stretched out his hand to stop the door, and said again: "After this village, there is no such shop, you must know that in Jiangcheng County, I am a figure with a head and a face." ”

The more the middle-aged man spoke, the more proud he became, and he confidently believed that with his identity, in Jiangcheng County, he was stomping his feet and trembling.

When Song Anyang heard the middle-aged man say this, his face became even more gloomy.

Maybe before, she would be a little afraid, but she understood that no matter how many people there were in the local area, they would not be counted as characters in the gathering place of power in the capital.

It's like a person who is rich in the local area, but when he arrives in Shanghai, he is not rich.

No matter how much he has a head and a face, can he compare to Pei Yue, can he mobilize the power of special forces above the captain level?

At this point, Song Anyang felt that what the middle-aged man said was a little ridiculous, and he didn't want to pay attention to it.

The middle-aged man saw Song Anyang's disdainful face, and said again: "Your boyfriend, it seems, doesn't like you very much, it's better to follow me, I will definitely love you very much." ”

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man reached out and held Song Anyang's hand, grinning, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and his appearance was ugly and disgusting.

Song Anyang didn't believe the middle-aged man's words at all.

But she had to admit that Pei Yue was very abnormal today, and she had been talking to that Wu Yan for more than an hour since she got in the car.

The two people who met in Pingshui have how much to talk about!

Thinking of this, Song Anyang was even more annoyed.