Christmas Eve revelry, reaching into every corner of the city.

On a bar street just across the street from the hotel where Luo Qiong stayed, in a lively bar, Xie Junyi hugged a woman and hugged his friends back and forth. But judging by the flushed faces and stumbling steps of these people, this bar is not their first stop tonight. But it won't be the last.

What was really surprising was that they met Huang Jianliang, who seemed to have drunk more than them in the bar. This man has been completely confused by alcohol, so that after meeting Xie Junyi, all the established plots have not been staged.

There was neither anger nor roaring. There is no kid, Uncle Ben, I see that you are unhappy, and I want to beat you and other popular plots.

Huang Jianliang just raised his wine glass high and greeted Xie Junyi. And Xie Junyi, after receiving the other party's greeting, also gave him a Christmas-style salute. From this, it can be seen that the relationship between the two people when they met in private was far less than the fierce contradiction that Sun Xiaoyou presented when he was present. To put it another way, this encounter between the two is even suitable for two hunters who go into the mountains to hunt after an unexpected encounter. "Brother, I wish you a good hunt." "So are you."

That's right, go hunting in the mountains. The two of them are not the hunters lurking beside Sun Xiaoyou, waiting for the hunting moment to come.

Huang Jianliang complained in his heart, Sun Xiaoyou's recognition of people was not clear.

Look, who in this world will really take you seriously. It's just a joke.

The so-called princess, the so-called queen, is just a rhetoric made up by someone with a heart who wants to take money out of your pocket. You can't even see through this, you're really an ignorant person.

Then, it was at this time that Huang Jianliang's mobile phone rang. When I took it out and looked at it, the whole person was excited.

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When the Christmas celebrations progressed to midnight and the gas fireworks were in the sky over the city, Luo Qiong's hotel was in a panic. Because the drunken woman, Luo Qiong, actually took advantage of the fact that everyone was not paying attention to the open-air garden of the suite, and sat on the wall facing the street, and sang with her feet hanging outward.

No matter who persuaded him, he refused to come down, and of course, everyone did not dare to get too close to stimulate this girl.

When Wang Aiyi heard the sound and rushed over, Luo Qiong was sitting there, singing "Fighting for Qi" inarticulately, because her music lessons were all about high-intensity repetition of singles, so up to now, Luo Qiong could sing only a few songs. Although Luo Qiong likes this song very much and has heard it many times, but now she suddenly needs to sing it herself, and then she finds that she not only can't remember the melody, but she can't even remember a few words of the lyrics.

But for a drunk her, none of this is a problem, Luo Qiong just fluttered her legs like that, as if repeating the words she remembered. She repeated it over and over again until she almost caught the melody, like she spent every day in the practice room.

I don't know why, looking at Luo Qiong like this, Ms. Tan, the agent, felt a trace of pain in her heart.

She knew that the girl in front of her, who seemed to be working hard, was not a real musician, she didn't have much love for music, and she didn't have any desire to perform. If it is possible, go to the deep mountains and old forests to dig a pit and bury yourself, and live an isolated life from then on, which is in line with Luo Qiong's character. Now, the reason why she stays here, and behaves quite well, is nothing more than to use music to dig out one dream after another for herself in her consciousness for her to hide.

Luo Qiong is nothing more than an ostrich hiding in a musical illusion.

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After Wang Aiyi came, he didn't do anything like that, hurry down, you are really dangerous like that. She just listened quietly for a while, and then smiled: "You, will you only have this one...... I see, it's a song you really like. But why do you sing these few lines back and forth, do you know the whole song, just these few lines...... With just these few sentences, you can barely pronounce them correctly. It's weird. I've spent so much money on you, and when others sing to find the wrong pronunciation in the lyrics, you just need to pick out the correct pronunciation and praise it. You really make me sad. ”

From this upside-down and disorderly analysis of words, Wang Aiyi is not only drunk, but also drunk more ruthlessly than Luo Qiong.

Luo Qiong looked at Wang Aiyi silently and didn't say a word.

Just like she used to be.

Pushing away the nasty people who stood in her way, Wang Aiyi also climbed up, and she just stood beside her like that, saying in a tone that could almost be said to be unattainable. "You, listen to me, my sister will teach you to sing. You like to fight, don't you? So let's sing this song. Wang Aiyi sang like that, her voice was very aggressive, and she sang this song really well.

She sang so well, so good that I couldn't keep up with eight horses.

Luo Qiong secretly admired in her heart.

It is conceivable that Wang Aiyi's adventurous behavior caused chickens and dogs to jump among the staff.

For them, it is worse than a drunk situation where he hangs himself on the outer wall of the 48th floor and sings a solo concert loudly, and the plot is that he hangs another one up. Now two drunk, almost delirious women, were hanging on it.

It's the worst of the worst.

Wang Aiyi's song has ended, and with a song, she finally sat next to Luo Qiong. But she had no intention of persuading, nor did she plan to do anything to change their situation. Instead, he squatted beside Luo Qiong and looked at the city in front of him. She just talked to her like that. "On the forty-eighth floor, there are not many people who sit higher than us in this inland city. The exception, of course, is those special people who lie on the ceiling above our heads, always ready for rescue work. ”

The so-called people are, of course, the professional bodyguards who always follow Wang Aiyi.

After a pause, he continued. "It feels so good to be condescending. Although it's cold to stand on a high place, I like to ......" Wang Aiyi's words are a little inexplicable.

She was so drunk that she didn't even know what she was talking about, but she was feeling what she was feeling.

Luo Qiong looked at Wang Aiyi blankly, and with the other party's description, there was something called pride, which moved in Luo Qiong's limbs, in her heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, and even every blood vessel. It jumped with every beat of her heart.

Staring at the sky and beneath her feet, she shuddered and trembled at where she was and where she was in danger.

It was like a shudder in the heart of someone.

But Luo Qiong didn't plan to back down.

After being silent for a while, he said softly: "Actually, I will have another song." But I only remember four lines of lyrics, and for these four lines, I can't guarantee that I can actually sing them all without any mistakes. ”

Wang Aiyi made a gesture of please, and then the nightmare came.

Luo Qiong stood on the wall of forty-eight like that, and began to cluck in a noisy and disorderly manner.

Giggles, that's right, it's the song "Chicken Little Chick". All Luo Qiong remembers at the moment is the clucking of the hen, the clucking of the chick, the rooster, and the clucking sentence, which is not only four sentences. Although, counting how many nouns there are in each lyric and recognizing which noun is followed by this noun is indeed quite a headache. And Luo Qiong had no intention of singing them in the original order of the song at all, she just arranged these terms very casually according to her own wishes.

The classic, which is said to be based on the movements of chickens, is also essential.

Of course, Luo Qiong only danced a certain part of the whole dance, that is, pacing, flapping her wings to learn the hen's movements. Then, because of the injuries on her body, she broke two whole ribs, and it really hurt when she was bouncing. Although Luo Qiong couldn't stop for a while due to the touch of alcohol, her expression was really full of fierceness in her hideousness.

One can't help but think of the fighting chicken among the hens in the rumors.

A fighting hen whose rations were stolen.

Wang Aiyi was amused by her and laughed so much that she thought of the line that Luo Qiong had forgotten completely, "Who stole my brown rice?" Of course, she thinks that the lyrics are understood to mean, who moved my cheese better.

Then, Wang Aiyi also joined the clucking and beating team.

These two stupid-looking people almost had their hearts pumping.

Sister, my sister. My little ancestor, please come down. I said, if you are drunk like that, even if you walk on flat ground, you may fall, just lie down in bed and sleep. You're full, you're jumping and clucking.

Even if you really want to dance, find a safe place to take off your hatred and jump again?

Sister, please have mercy on my little heart.

Sister, you see that I have already helped you to do this in December, you can jump after the year-end bonus is distributed.

Imagine two drunken women, dressed in sky-high clothes, jumping on a railing on the 48th floor. On the railing, which was only thirty centimeters wide, they danced like clucking.

It's really, ecstasy to the extreme.

Captain James, who was late, quietly gave Rabin a look, left the other party in place and waited for the opportunity to move, and then went downstairs to make arrangements. He had to pull up the net as quickly as possible, so that even if his boss accidentally jumped himself out, there would be no real danger.

At the end of the song, Luo Qiong looked at Wang Aiyi silently, and then said quietly. "Let's go, let's go. I'm measured and don't let myself really fall. I called Huang Jianliang, and he is estimated to be coming. I want to be alone with him, so let's go. ”

Luo Qiong looked at Wang Aiyi with a very serious attitude, and she agreed. She instructed all the onlookers present to leave in an orderly manner.

Of course, this approach caused another wave of onlookers.

Sister, although she promised that she would not take the initiative to jump, the woman was drunk after all. She's drunk like that, can you guarantee that she won't make a fuss and throw herself down? I said, sister, life is never short of accidents.

By the time Huang Jianliang hurried to the room, Luo Qiong had already changed the song.

She was sitting there, singing "Red Face Tribulation" with a look of emotion.

"Cutting off the love thread is especially chaotic......"