Mu Xirong would have a trip to Shenyang at the beginning, of course, on a business trip. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info And the so-called business trip is actually a public-funded tourism, Shenyang's climate is a summer resort in summer, when he learned the news, he was really happy.

In my memory, in addition to sightseeing, drinking and singing, shopping and eating, the days in Shenyang would not have been more if I hadn't come back for that encounter a week before. Even if he later attributed that encounter to such a thing as fate, and believed in it, he never thought that it was fate.

After a busy work, there is a wonderful nightlife, Mu Shurong is not interested in flirting with girls or a yeqing, but drinking and singing is not excluded. is accompanied by beautiful women, and has never made any out-of-the-ordinary moves, for this Mu Si Rong thinks that he is a decent gentleman. His colleagues are happy to be in it, there are no family concerns, and the interest in seeking a yeqing is extremely high, and women are inseparable from all occasions.

The week before leaving coincided with the Dragon Boat Festival, and the company gave them 3 days off, according to them, they had more time to hunt for beauty, and they did find a mecca for flirting girls - dance hall. There are a mix of mermaids, and the age distribution of men is very wide, from 20 to 60 years old, and the women are more concentrated, and there are all kinds of people. After all, it is a place where women make money and men consume, and it is difficult to be competitive without a good appearance and appropriate age. The routine is very simple, if you see what you like, you will invite someone to dance, and a song costs 10 yuan. It is said that dancing is nothing more than hugging and hugging, having an addiction, and there is demand and consumption, all of which are due to desire.

In this kind of place, no one knows anyone, and there will be no one after one time, and there is no guilt in the heart. However, Mu Shurong was still very resistant, she was not interested in women with heavy makeup, and the stuffy air here really didn't want to look at the surrounding scenery, so she found a corner and smoked.

The air was already bad, and he didn't care if the air got worse.

Her eyes swept over the woman waiting for the customer, and Mu Si Rong suddenly wanted to laugh. People who usually think you are a pervert at a glance on the street, but when you get here, you are eager for the eyes of others, and you always want to reveal your advantages and attract the attention of others, after all, because of a money word. Looking back at that scene, he felt that the idea of quitting his job and starting a business should have been born at that time, and even if he didn't have it at that time, it would have had a great impact.

Later, Mu Xirong analyzed that he was ruthlessly rejected by Miss Zhao Si, a big reason was that he met her on such an occasion, although he explained to her that he was a close person, but people would believe it?

Zhong Hui thinks that Mu Shurong will never forget her because she took the initiative to suffer ruthless rejection for the only time, and the unyielding strength in his bones made him unable to let go, and he couldn't talk about love.

He didn't want it to be like this, but if it was, why was it that two years later, her appearance was still so clearly engraved in his mind, and he couldn't erase it.

At that time, she was wearing a white tight shirt, denim shorts, and white high heels, leaning against the wall in the corner and playing with her head down, occasionally chatting with her girlfriend next to her. This kind of outfit is not ordinary in the crowd, and it can attract Chen Xiao is temperament between the scattered hair on his temples and his head bowed and raised.

Her gaze didn't fall on the crowd, she didn't seem to care if there were customers or not, Mu Shurong didn't think she would be a serious person, and of course she wouldn't have too many ideas.

I don't know what kind of idea Mu Sirong walked over to her and said the first thing to her: "Girl, let's dance."

Maybe it's because of that sentence that you should fight for it if you see it right.

She looked up at him with a somewhat stunned expression, a little frightened by such a boy who suddenly appeared, reacted a little slower by half a beat, pondered for a moment, and said, "Give me a reason"?

Mu Si Rong was stunned, he had never heard that dancing still needed a reason, seeing her firm expression, he had to say a reason.

"You're prettier than the one next to you".

She didn't speak.

"It's a good song, I like it". He was talking, of course, of the songs that were playing in the ballroom.

She shook her head slightly.

"You've been standing for a long time, you should move".

She still shook her head.

"It's time to eat in a little while".

"I want to tell you a story".

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Mu Xirong didn't know how many reasons she said, and finally she agreed.

He took her hand, slightly wet and cold.

He didn't know how to dance, and when he saw the performance of the other people in the room, it was nothing more than hugging and hugging, so he learned to put his right hand on her waist. Because he was half a head taller than the other party, he let the two of them get closer, and his left hand hung down unnaturally.

She felt that Mu Xirong's performance was different from that of others, and she put her hands on his shoulders and looked up at him curiously.

She looked up, he looked down, their eyes met, and the two smiled in tacit understanding.

Perhaps this smile really captured Mu Shurong's heart, every time I thought of her, I unconsciously recalled the smile that looked up, in the dim light like stars in a summer night lit up the whole sky, and also lit up Mu Shurong's heart.

He lowered his head and touched her bun lightly, smelling the faint scent of shampoo, which looked unique and good in a smoky environment.

They "danced" five or six songs on the dance floor, and the other party only talked to him for a few words. The content is nothing more than topics such as age and hometown, and there is no difficulty in answering them at all, and more time is silence with each other.

He did not reject such silence, but felt that such silence made the atmosphere more natural.

This encounter begins abruptly and ends abruptly, and there is always a taste of money in it. Despite this, her appearance gradually melted Mu Shurong's cold heart.

"Don't jump".

Mu Shurong would suddenly burst out with such a sentence, stunned.

"It's time for me to go home for dinner."

"It's still early".

"I don't want to hear your story".

He didn't know how to keep it, and felt that the story between them should be more beautiful.

"If you have a chance to see you again, let's add a WeChat."

"Let's talk about it when we see it".

"Why don't I take you home"?

"No, I'm going to wait for my boyfriend to pick me up."

"Or I'll take you both home."

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Mu Xirong opened his eyes, Zhong Hui seemed to be asleep, he picked up his mobile phone and clicked on WeChat, and the friends in it could be counted with his fingers, and the first in line was Miss Zhao Si, the woman who couldn't let go of him. Their conversation was still preserved, but he could no longer send messages to each other, and he didn't know if there was anyone like him among her friends.

Click on the conversation two years ago, it's still the same avatar, I don't know if she has changed.

Sincerely, Miss Zhao Si, in fact, I should be regarded as a close person. I thought that if I saw the right eye, I had to fight for it, not seeking a result, but I didn't want to have regrets. Do you know that I fell in love with you at first sight, do you know that I never forget my love for you, do you know that I can't sleep at night for you, don't think about tea and dinner, do you know that I have a dead face for you (this seems to know), do you know how long I can't jump out of my emotions and cry~~~ I almost wash my face with tears every day. I said that someone would go back to Shenyang again, do you know that person is you! Well, to borrow a phrase from Tony Leung in Infernal Affairs: "I'm sorry, I'm a policeman."

Looking at this confession, Mu Xirong wanted to laugh a little, although she was telling the truth, she always felt a little ridiculous, and she didn't seem to be sincere enough.

The slightly curved corners of his mouth and the frowning brows are a little bitter no matter how he looks at it.

"I've watched it a few times, and I've watched it again." Zhong Hui's voice rang out.

"Pretend to be dead, get up, go back".

In a villa in the north, a woman about 20 years old leans back on a sofa and holds a cat in her arms. Two hands dragged the cat's front paws, and his mouth was still chattering: "I said that I was born in 88 Thaksin, said 84 Thaksin, said that I have a boyfriend, he also believes, cat cat, you say he is not stupid, what is more excessive is that he also deleted my WeChat."

She is Miss Zhao Si who Mu Si Rong thought about for a long time, her surname is Zhao, and he nicknamed her Miss Zhao Si. I don't know if it's because the name is good or the person who gave her this name is better, anyway, she likes it very much. It had been two years since she had been separated from that person, and she vaguely remembered his delicate face that was characteristic of southerners, not very handsome, but very clean. At the beginning of her acquaintance, she thought he was very interesting and often teased him on WeChat, but she didn't expect him to be so careless.

"Cat, do you want to go to the south to play"