Not far from the east gate of the school, there is a well-known Qing bar, with simple and chic decoration, soft lighting and spacious space, which is very suitable for drinking and chatting here.

Or maybe it's an unforgettable encounter.

True to its name, Memo

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Gently pushing open the door of this bar, the soothing soft music ripples in the ears, the faint aroma mixed with the intoxication of tobacco and alcohol, and the brilliant and misty lights wander aimlessly.

In the bar, strangers sit in twos and threes, and the bartender stands behind the British-style wrought-iron bar, his glass flying up and down, leaving a silver line in the air with the crisp liquor.

Ye Ning took out her mobile phone from her pocket, tapped her finger on the screen, and the white light reflected on the side of her face, brilliant as a demon.

Glancing at the time, eleven forty p.m.

They sat at a table not far from the bar, empty bottles thrown to the floor, and the other girls in the class chatted and laughed with Cheng Luoluo, and even began to discuss the bartender's appearance.

Occasionally, a few good-looking little brothers would come over to talk, and after being drunk by them, they quickly got together.

In the tense study, they finally have the opportunity to vent the pressure and negative emotions that have been full of them.

Bite.

The ears were filled with the clashing of wine glasses and ambiguous laughter, mixed with soothing soft music, a little strangely noisy.

Ye Ning sat lazily on the high stool at the table, leaning against the wall, her slender and white legs resting lightly on the ground, the corners of her lips slightly curled to show a little smile, and there was a cocktail in front of her that had never moved.

The half-closed peach blossom eyes are full of charm, but the whole body exudes an alienated and cold aura.

Extremely beautiful, but also extremely dangerous.

"Baby Lemon, why don't you order a glass of juice."

Cheng Luoluo raised his head and drank all the wine in the cup, his small cherry lips were dyed with the crystal moistness of the wine, and there were empty bottles at his feet, and his eyes were full of gentle smiles.

"I don't drink."

Ye Ning raised her eyes, gently pursed her lips, and raised her eyebrows.

"I didn't expect you to be a good drinker, though."

Glancing at the dizzy girls who were dazed by Luo Luo's games, they couldn't speak before or after, muttering nonsense.

Cheng Luoluo stared at the glass in his hand in a daze, his fingers unconsciously rubbed the smooth rim of the cup, nodded, and a strand of long hair fell on her cheek.

"Hmm...... I'm afraid that I won't have the opportunity to drink like this in the future. ”

"With everyone."

The voice was calm, but it was very soft, as if it was about to be blown away by the wind.

Ye Ning glanced at her, there was a little more strange emotion between her eyebrows, and she raised her hand and gently pinched her face, outlining a soft expression.

"Don't think too much, fool."

She understands Cheng Luoluo's past, so she can also roughly understand her feelings of cherishing the friends around her.

Because it was once cruelly lost.

will cherish all the hard-won tenderness so much.

"Hmm."

"But, do you want to go to the second floor?"

Cheng Luoluo raised his chin slightly and looked at it, his face full of doubt.

When I was playing games with them before, I felt that Ye Ning's eyes were always glancing at a certain place on the second floor, intentionally or unintentionally, smiling lazily.

Ye Ning suddenly stretched out his hand and took her into his arms, patted her back soothingly, and kissed her lightly under the center of her eyebrows.

"Well, something you care a little about, do you mind if I'm out of company, cute Luoluo."

"Don't forget your friends."

Cheng Luoluo shook the wine glass in his hand and smiled a little knowingly.