Today, Cheng Yu was unprecedentedly late, and he didn't leave in a hurry when he arrived, which really made him a little unaccustomed.

Seeing that Cheng Yu just moved his brows and didn't say anything, Chen Ke couldn't help but lean to his side and muttered in a low voice, "It won't be a quarrel, right?" ”

"No," Cheng Yu stared at the folder in front of him, his eyes were a little complicated, "She started studying at night tonight." ”

"Yo," Chen Ke patted him on the shoulder vigorously when he heard this, "You have been taking care of your daughter for the past few years, and you haven't come out to play, do you want me to book a field for you tonight?" ”

"You're not scared, are you?" Finding that Cheng Yu didn't answer immediately, Chen Ke opened his mouth and encouraged, "Since you were bumped into by your Cheng An last time, you have become a monk, and if you hold it back, be careful that you will wilt at a young age." ”

Cheng Yu buckled the things in his hand irritably, thinking of Anyang's rebellion in the past few days, and finally nodded impatiently.

The lights of the night show are bright, and the smell of perfume is intoxicating.

In the box on the second floor, Cheng Yu poured himself a glass of wine and half lay on the sofa.

Chen Ke next to him had already gone into battle, and the sound of lazy silk was in his ears, like a good medicine to catalyze emotions.

He poured himself cup by cup, the voice in his ears became louder and more moving, and he vaguely felt as if he had reacted.

Half-squinted, the alcohol paralyzed the nerves and dulled the senses.

In a trance, he heard what Chen Ke said next to him, and he shook his head habitually.

"You kid won't be guarding anyone, will you?" The hearty laughter made Cheng Yu's finally soothing mind bored again.

"No," he half-straightened up and glanced at the disheveled Chen Ke, "you don't need to worry about it. ”

Wanting to cover up the words, Chen Ke chuckled, he secretly raised his eyebrows, and one of the girls slowly leaned towards Cheng Yu's side.

"Sir, do you want to try our latest wine here," the long black hair followed her as she sat down, sliding softly to Cheng Yu's cheeks, and a sweet aroma with the smell of strawberries poured down the hair into Cheng Yu's nose.

"Your perfume is special."

He stared at the smiling face, and his wistful eyes suddenly overlapped the smile with the person in the dream.

He heard the woman say something softly, but in his ears, what his brain transmitted to him was that when Anyang called him Cheng Yu, he had a coquettish tone.

The floppy hand took on a different kind of warmth, sliding down his neck, and the igniting breath made his brain begin to become chaotic.

"Cheng An ......"

A gentle tone of voice softly overflowed from his lips, and his heart beat uncontrollably when he thought of her well-behaved appearance in his dream.

It was like a dream come true, and his hand really held An Yang's waist.

As he turned the man underneath, he heard the other man's bright smile and a demagogic sweet tone, "Sir, you are the most handsome person I have ever met. ”

This sentence was like a basin of cold water poured down, and all the confusion in his eyes was replaced by coldness in an instant.

The woman didn't know why he suddenly stopped moving, and just about to ask, Cheng Yu had already stood up neatly, "I have something to do, go first." ”

"Tsk, you said that you are guarding others, and you still don't admit it." Chen Ke smiled and pursed his lips, "Whatever you want, whatever you want." ”

Defending? He really didn't.

Cheng Yu went out of the night and habitually lit a cigarette.

The red smoked cigarette smokes on the silent road of the night, like dancing fireflies, turning into its own trajectory.

Leather shoes clicked on the ground, and countless faces crossed his mind in the darkness of the night.