I don't know why, but I'm very sensitive to the word weird.

Nanfeng understands me, and without me asking, she has already said: "She seems to have lost her soul, and when she comes to work, she sits babbling and chatters, occasionally talking to herself, and she does not "go to the room" (go into the private room to accompany the wine). Do you think, isn't it weird to see this president and that Dong is such an active person on weekdays? ”

"That's it? If you talk about falling out of love, it can be explained. "I breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's too, it's not surprising that Aunt Zhang, who used to do hygiene, saw her crying, laughing and singing in the toilet alone." Nanfeng is also a nervous person, or rather, she has no taboos.

When I heard this, I felt a little exaggerated, and I muttered a little in my heart. But a woman is out of love, and everything she does is reasonable.

With that in mind, I pushed open the door to the workshop.

At this point, it may be time for others to go to bed, but for the night club, it is the time when it is lively, and the hoarse singing voices that come from time to time in those private rooms are enough to explain everything.

If it weren't for Nanfeng Say, it would be hard for me to believe that Xu Lili, who is active on weekdays, would be in the workshop, and the workshop was also dark at this time, only the light at the end was on.

At first glance, I thought there was no one, but when I looked closely, I found a person sitting in front of the mirror at the innermost point of the room.

She sat upright and straight, looking in front of the mirror as if she was putting on makeup, such a picture that I felt awkward when I looked at it.

But there was still a female voice floating in the room, singing faintly: "Little sister sings Lang plays the piano, Lang, the two of us are one heart." Oh, Lang, the two of us are one heart......"

What Lang, what heart? What the hell is this singing about?

This voice is obviously Xu Lili's, and the singing is extraordinarily emotional, but the middle qi seems to be a little insufficient, and the voice is fluttering.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, apparently growing up under my grandmother's various stories, I was incompetent to accept such a scene.

But behind me, the south wind "snapped" and turned on the headlights of the workshop, and interrupted loudly: "Xu Lili, if you fall out of love, you will fall out of love, what kind of god are you pretending to be in the workshop alone?" Do you want to scare others like Aunt Zhang the day before yesterday? ”

And what's going on? My back was cold.

But just imagine, I saw a woman crying and laughing crazy in an unmanned toilet alone, and I also felt intoxicating.

"Oh." Hearing Nanfeng's scolding, Xu Lili stopped singing, let out a weak sigh, and then turned around.

The lights in the workshop were already bright, but when I saw Xu Lili's face, I couldn't help but tighten my shoulders all of a sudden.

She has always had elaborate makeup, but what style is she painting today?

The red face is obviously brushed with N layers of blush, and the rest of the place is too pale, as if the foundation doesn't cost money. The area around his eyes is also red, as if he is going to sing Hua Dan on stage.

The most terrifying thing is the lips, the lip gloss seems to be out of control, from the corner of her mouth to the cheeks, like a poignant blood.

"See what I do? Is it good-looking? Xu Lili noticed my gaze and said to me weakly.

I didn't dare to look into her eyes, I felt empty inexplicably.

"Xu Lili!" The south wind was unbearable, pulled out a piece of paper from his bag, and rushed over.