After going out for a day and getting nothing, Chiba was a little frustrated. Just after ten o'clock, I took an early shower and went to bed, ready to go out the next day to try my luck.

I don't know how long she slept, but she heard some kind of sound in her half-dream, click, click, click, click...... The sound flickered farther and nearer, heavier and lighter, until there was a louder noise, and he quickly sat up.

"Who!" She exclaimed, pricking up her ears to see the sound coming from outside. So he jumped out of bed and walked quietly over on tiptoe, put his ear to the door, and the sound became more pronounced.

Looking around, what can barely be used as a self-defense in the bedroom is a long-handled brush for cleaning bedding, and without thinking too much, he grabbed it and walked out. Passing through the living room, the sound became more and more clearly localized, coming from the locked bedroom.

The "thief ......" could already see a figure in front of her, and her heart tightened, realizing that the situation was not good. After a short ideological struggle, he mustered up the courage to rush forward, picked up the long-handled brush and smashed it.

"Ahh The man screamed.

Just when the long-handled brush slammed heavily on the other party's back, she recognized it as Song Yingchen.

Song Yingchen had drunk, and he was so drunk that he couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest, and the severe pain spread in his back, and he woke up half in an instant.

"It's you!" She panicked and apologized again and again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

Song Yingchen sat on the ground in pain*, she reached out to help, and the strong smell of wine came to her face.

"Does it hurt?"

"Nonsense, it's itchy."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you. How do you drink so much? ”

Song Yingchen waved his hand uncomfortably, speechless.

She helped him to the living room couch and sat down, then went to the kitchen to pour warm water and add vinegar. The sour stomach suppressed the smell of wine, and Song Yingchen burped fiercely.

But he was still very drunk, looked at her with half-squinted eyes, and asked, "Who are you and why are you in my house?" ”

"I ......"

"Oh, my mom's new aunt, isn't it...... Oh no, you're Yang, what ...... Yang" he pointed at her and staggered, "Good evening, haha." ”

"Drunk like this, are you okay?" Chiba clasped his hands to his chest and asked angrily. In fact, what she wanted to ask was "why did you get here", but she felt inappropriate, after all, this was someone's house.

Song Yingchen looked at the living room, seemed to come back to his senses, and muttered, "Why did you come here?" Immediately, a slap was slapped on the head. My friend didn't know that I lived in Yuefu, so I sent it here directly, sorry, I'll leave immediately. As soon as he got up, he sat back down, his legs so weak that he didn't obey him at all.

Seeing that he was really drunk, she proposed: "Let's take it slow first, and then pour you a glass of water?" ”

Song Yingchen shook his head and pointed to another set of sofas.

"Sit, talk to me, and the wine will disperse after a while."

"I have something to talk to you about."

“Please……”

It was the same elk-like eyes again, and as soon as she met them, she sat down honestly.

"I'm not drunk, I'm just a little dizzy." Song Yingchen reversed his previous well-behaved appearance, like an adolescent troubled teenager, "I'm happy today, and I drank two more glasses with my buddies." We haven't seen each other in years, and he wasn't there the last time we came back...... Do you have a drink, drink with me. ”

"I still drink it, and I don't know the way anymore. Aunt Lu will definitely scold you if she wants to see you drink like this. ”

"My mom doesn't, I serve a cup occasionally, but she drinks it at any time, I don't say she's okay." Song Yingchen smiled mischievously, and lifted Erlang's legs with a little pride, "In life, why are you living so sober, it's good to get drunk from time to time." ”

"What's so good, drunk and all kinds of ugly, and hurting the body." Thinking of the clay figures that he had carried in the "jellyfish", Chiba couldn't help but mutter.

"You're good at health, Auntie."

"What auntie, don't scream, I'm only twenty-two."

"Twenty-two?" Song Yingchen was a little surprised, got up and leaned over to her, "That one is a little bigger than me...... It turned out to be improper maintenance. His eyes were red, and he stared at her as if he were examining a product that had been removed from the production line.

"Go, go, go." Embarrassed and annoyed, she pushed him away.

Song Yingchen grinned, and her perfect facial features added a touch of sexiness under the wine.

"I'll tell you a secret...... I just like mature women. ”

Whether these words are frivolous or joking, they are like an electric current to Yang Qianye, and she blushes and her heart beats instantly.

"What nonsense." She twisted her head to the side.

"Why are you blushing, I didn't say anything about you."

After the current passed a basin of cold water, she was annoyed, got up and scolded angrily: "It's not early, you should go back, although this is your home, but now I live, don't you think it's too much to run around in the middle of the night?" ”

These words made the atmosphere of the joke freeze instantly, and Song Yingchen nodded slightly apologetically.

"Sorry, it's time to go home." Then, he staggered left and right and walked out, and fell to the ground without taking two steps.

She hurriedly picked him up, her heart softened again, and asked, "Can it be done, do you want to call a car for you?" ”

"No, I can......" As soon as she finished speaking, Song Yingchen's head tilted and fell asleep in her arms.

No matter what it was called, Song Yingchen didn't know it at all, and in desperation, she had to carry him on his whole shoulder, like those "mud figures" at the beginning, and throw him on the sofa.

"What's going on?" She complained, but looking at the face that fell asleep peacefully, there was no displeasure in her heart.

The boy's eyelashes were long and curled, each one seemed to be planted, and his eyes were closed and looked so gentle, not the slightest bit aggressive. And that pair of collarbones, with broad shoulders, tough and sexy. A rosy lip like a cherry in April, hanging with nectar, soft and shiny. Yes, it's not just good-looking, he exudes a soothing and pleasant temperament all over his body, which makes people feel comfortable and intoxicated, and makes people believe that all fairy tales can be true.

Before she knew it, she was crouching down in front of the sofa and watching.

Her face had already turned red. The conditioned reflex that has a good impression of a person is first of all the thinning of the facial skin, the eruption of capillaries, and then the inexplicable restlessness and restlessness in the heart. She couldn't control the urge to admire the face, and despite feeling ashamed, her consciousness was completely uncontrollable.

She has never been in love, and she has not even had close contact with boys, but she knows that there is a special feeling between men and women, regardless of status and estrangement. The boys had never given such a visual reflection and emotional experience in the past, and she was obsessed with the face in front of her.

After a long time, she shook her head suddenly, blaming herself for acting so out of the ordinary. So he hurriedly took the bed from the bedroom and covered it for Song Yingchen, and then hid back in the room.

"Yang Qianye, you are not ashamed, you have no job and no income, the money in your bag is almost running out, you live in a house that others give away and pretend to be the same kind in a group of rich people, and you still have the heart to look at handsome guys, do you have a little self-esteem? Why did you forget what you did when you came to Lucheng, what kind of spring did you make? He is good-looking, can he be eaten as a meal? Besides, you don't know what kind of person he is, what do you understand, look at yourself, people treat you as an elder, what are the big dreams. Oh, he said he likes mature women, and you just button your hat on your head, when did your skin become so thick? Go to sleep, continue to look for a job tomorrow, and if you continue to shake like this, you can't afford to buy a ticket back to Lancheng! ”

A series of questions and self-blame machine guns shot her brain, grabbed the quilt and covered her head, and couldn't calm down for a long time. She tried to correct these reactions, thinking that they were excessive, and admonishing herself that it was normal for her to have a good impression of beautiful things, and that there was no need to be so sensitive......

But the good feeling is a very strange thing, when I don't say hello, I drill into my chest like a caterpillar, leaving the feeling of itching and some pain in my heart, I can't scratch it and I can't catch it, and it's in vain to catch it.

The good feeling is still like this, if you really like it, you have to die?

Don't dare to think about it anymore......

The next morning, without waiting for Song Yingchen to wake up, she hurried out.

Happily, she finally found a part-time job - Hibiscus Road, three stops away from the Sakura Apartment, the children's clothing store needs to recruit a cartoon clothes to promote customers outside the store to distribute flyers, 3 hours a day, 40 yuan an hour.

She naively thinks that this is an easy job, she doesn't have to work hard and doesn't need to run away, so she dresses up as a cartoon doll and goes to a stop outside the store, and she poses casually and pretends to be cute. I don't know that summer is coming, and wearing an airtight and thick fleece jumpsuit can heat people to death.

But there is no choice, only with this job can you ensure a basic life, and only by ensuring a basic life can you wait for the next instructions of Chocolate. So, as soon as the interview passed, she went straight to work, changed into a set of Garfield clothes, and immediately entered the state.

From time to time, the crowd cast curious glances, especially children, who would deliberately touch hands with her or ask for a hug when they passed by, but the adults had a look of contempt on their faces.

In less than half an hour, she was a little out of breath, only to feel a hot and humid steam swirling in front of her. Take off the hood and let out a long sigh of relief, and touch it again, the whole neck is wet, as if water has been poured from top to bottom.

But she must persevere, it is not easy to make money anywhere. If you can successfully attract the child's parents to enter the store to consume, you can also get a commission, so you just change your tone, and soon put on a hood and twist it stupidly.

The midday sun became scorching, and slowly, breathing became harder. Looking at the hot world outside, she inexplicably felt a sense of unreality.

A Porsche 911 pulls up across the street and a tall woman gets out of it.

The woman was so beautiful that the whole street looked at her. White and long legs, a short blue dress outlines the perfect curves. The hair was as smooth as brocade, and even though it was across the street, you could still smell the delicate fragrance of the black silk.

Looking at his bloated, bulky and even stupid appearance, Chiba felt that he and the woman were simply the most extreme pair on the street. Thinking of what she said to Da Mao, don't be presumptuous, but why doesn't she love to be presumptuous. When those excellent people are so good that they are breathtaking, what can the rest do without being arrogant. Truth be told, it's not fair.

The beautiful woman is none other than He Yina, who has long been accustomed to the undisguised envy of others. She walked straight into a barber shop on the side of the street called "One Less Knife", and two bodyguard-looking men stood guard outside the door.

The barbershop is very retro, from the decoration to the décor, and even everything is full of things from the last century.

The shop is not big, two floors, there are three barber chairs in the main hall on the first floor, and there is a man lying in the middle, and any master repairs his face.

He is He Yina's father, He Zhanting, the president of Okugu Group.

Seeing the eldest lady coming in, the housekeeper Qin Luo hurriedly greeted him.

"Miss is here."