Chapter 64: Like a Dream

"No, I can't eat it."

Ye Lige's expression was full of resistance, but his hand was still disobedient and picked up the small spoon.

Desserts have passed through the intestines, only hoping for fat and not paying attention.

Eating and drinking, Ye Lige burped a lot, satisfied and annoyed, obviously practicing a thousand years of self-control is stronger than ordinary people, but at this moment, all her self-control is overwhelming.

"Really, this is the last time, don't serve me dessert in the evening."

The night song is still struggling.

The corners of Mo Bingyan's lips raised slightly: "Okay." ”

"Seriously, even if you serve dessert in the future, I will never eat it if no one eats it."

She swore she really wouldn't eat it.

"Hmm."

Mo Bingyan still nodded.

"Let's go, I'll take you to experience the joy of being a human, and keep it for you to forget."

It was already seven o'clock after dinner.

As night falls, it is the busiest time on the street, and there are already more pedestrians, especially on the road.

"Have you ever been to an internet café?"

Sit in the car.

Ye Lige asked Mo Bingyan, and the corner of the driver's lips twitched, Mrs. Shouldn't this be instigating Mr. to go to the Internet café?

The man shook his head.

"Ouch, you haven't even been to an Internet café, then your youth must be missing, it's okay, let's make up for it, don't look at me as a woman, I'm playing monkey very slippery."

"Okay."

Mo Bingyan agreed.

The driver looked confused, what kind of trouble is Mrs., suicide is not a trouble, and now drag Mr. to play games?

A clubhouse near the university town.

Ye Lige pushed Mo Bingyan into the Internet café full of fireworks, although it was after seven o'clock, it was the most lively time in the entire Internet café, and most of the machines were already occupied.

Don't have a private room.

The night song is to let Mo Bingyan experience the blood boiling of young people.

"Go!"

"The middle lane group, super it, a group of what is it."

The sound of insults in the ears was heard.

Mo Bingyan's brows frowned slightly, but he let Ye Lige push him to the empty position next to the scolding young man, and helped him turn on the machine.

"Give me my ID."

As soon as the singer stretched out at night, Mo Bingyan handed her the wallet.

"How about three hours?"

"Whatever you want."

The man's doting eyes made Ye Lige's scalp tingle for a while, and he turned around and ran, his fleshy body was upside down, and he felt that the whole floor was shaking.

Not for a while.

Ye Lige came back, took two bottles of Coke, and sat in the empty seat next to Mo Bingyan.

"Come on, it's very refreshing to drink this while playing a game."

When she was alive, the happiest thing was to invite three or five friends to the Internet café to fight, with a few bottles of happy fat house water for a day, and don't be too comfortable in her small days.

Of course, this is all hidden from Gubeitang.

He was a gentleman and decent, and it was absolutely impossible for him to walk with her into this smoky place.

"Open this."

The night song signaled, and someone did it.

"I'll tell you, we'll play the machine in a while, you practice first, until you can play ranking, and then we'll play ranking."

The night song logged into the former number.

has been dead for a thousand years, she hasn't logged into this account for a long time, and when she saw the king rank above, she was in a trance for a while, as if she had a dream, which was obviously very real but not real.

"Oh yes, my king can't match you, I'll take you with another number."

Night Departure Song launched re-registration.

Mo Bingyan kept looking at her, and the trance that flashed in the woman's eyes fell into his eyes.

"Look at which one to pick."

The night is away from the singer's hand to teach.

The man next to him was waiting for the start, and looked bored and said, "Uncle, pick Galen, it's the most suitable rookie like you." ”

"You're a rookie, he just doesn't play often, and I can tell you every minute."

If the night is short from the song, she can't listen to others scolding her.