Zhong Jiuyin glanced over.

Ai Yuanyuan stood beside Mr. Wang, holding a glass of wine and pouring it without saying a word, her eyebrows wrinkled in an uncomfortable arc for a moment, but in a blink of an eye, she turned into a smile again.

Guo Mingli saw that her face was full of thought, and he lowered his voice and asked, "Do you see it?" If you want to change the situation you were in before, you have to be ruthless and accept what you don't want to accept. Do what you are thinking about now. ”

Zhong Jiuyin: "I'm thinking, sure enough, there may be no reason for people to be hot, but there must be a reason not to be hot." ”

Guo Mingli: "......"

What the I want is an action guide, and you think there's a piece of in your head?!

He hated that iron could not become steel, so he demonstrated it in person, and went to climb the relationship with a wine glass.

is quite positive, and I don't know that I think he is really full of the development of his own artists.

Zhong Jiuyin took a sip of wine to himself, thinking slowly that one day would be an auspicious day for the zodiac, so that he could change to a capable agent.

…

After three rounds of drinking, all the people who should have communicated have finished communicating, and this time is not very important, there are three investors who left early, and only Mr. Wang is left.

The atmosphere in the private room was a little looser, and the director and a few other middle-aged men were dizzy and dizzy, chatting loudly about industry topics as if no one was around, and everyone was not leaving their cigarettes.

The lingering smell of smoke made people upset, and Yan Cheng went out to breathe.

Sister Xu is used to cooperating with him, and at this time, there is no serious business to talk about at the dinner table, just waiting for Mr. Wang and the director to be so drunk that they can stop so that they can be carried back to the hotel.

So he can go out to breathe for half an hour, wait for Sister Xu to call him, and then take his things and leave directly.

There is a long terrace on the second floor of the clubhouse, the wall is half a person high, and there is a flower wall on it to shield it, which is good for concealment.

Beneath the flower wall is a small table for two, and behind the narrow bar is a waiter operating a softly humming juicer, serving drinks to some of the drunk who want to relieve their discomfort.

Yan Cheng pressed down the brim of his hat and walked to the innermost part of the terrace to sit down and rest.

The game during the day exerted too much physical strength, and just now I was drinking and socializing in the private room, and it was rare to calm down, and I felt the exhaustion and trance that came up.

The wine he drank didn't get him drunk, and even said that it was more like a relaxing drink, and a little drunkenness made him more casual.

The mask wrapped around his lips and nose, and now he couldn't breathe a little because he was used to it, and he hooked his finger on one ear, and the mask hung in the air and swayed, half of his face was exposed.

When he raised his hand to ring the tablebell for coffee, his low-hanging eyelashes merged into one tail, as if he was closing his eyes to recuperate, but his magnetic voice was clear and steady.

"Please give me a glass of honey grape juice on the nine tables."

Zhong Jiuyin came out to go to the bathroom, and after finishing his work, he happened to touch the bar and heard the tablebell being released.

The voice was easily recognizable, and she turned her head to look down the narrow terrace, and saw the back, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, under a solitary lamp.

The posture looks quite relaxed, and there is a halo of light on the edge of the pinna, which is not clear.

Zhong Jiuyin stayed in place, and after a while, he followed the waiter to table nine.

The waiter looked back at her several times, if he didn't know that she was a star who had become famous on the Internet in the past half a month, he would have thought that she was a follower with other intentions.

The juice cup was gently placed on the ninth table, and the waiter's mind was diverted, and he endured the excitement of seeing the idol and said "slow use".

Yan Cheng replied "thank you", pinched the cup ear with his fingers and was about to drink, but found that there was a person with a pestle next to him in his line of sight and did not move.

He raised his eyes to meet Zhong Jiuyin's bright eyes.

“… Why are you here? Looking for me? He put the cup down and didn't drink.

Zhong Jiuyin pulled out the chair opposite the small round table, sat down and continued to look at him with his chin propped up.

She didn't answer the question, poked the wall of the cup with her index finger, and asked, "It smells a little fragrant, is it delicious?" ”

What kind of "ignorant human who has just entered the big city" is playing?

Yan Cheng didn't respond, he directly pressed the table bell and ordered another drink.

Then ask again: "You also come out to breathe?" ”

He decided to just talk about the meaningless questions of life, so that she would never say some of the cavemen's answers.

Zhong Jiuyin really had no place to play, holding his cheeks, nodding casually "um", his eyes wandering aimlessly.

There was no eye transfer, no homeopathic questioning, Yan Cheng paused, and didn't continue.

For a short time, the space quieted down.

Yan Cheng picked up the cup again, lowered his eyes and drank the sweet and sour honey grape water.

The person in front of him didn't speak, looking at the flower wall in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking. The noise in the clubhouse is muffled by the walls and doors, and only a faint sound is left on the terrace, but downstairs in the clubhouse, there is a loud conversation of pedestrians passing by.

They weren't familiar with each other, they didn't have much in common, and no one took the initiative to stir up the topic, so they could only be quiet all the time, being a stranger at a makeshift table.

The waiter brought a second glass of honey grape juice, and two or three ice cubes were added to the purple liquid, and a little water beaded on the wall of the cup.

Zhong Jiuyin was conquered by that coldness when he held it, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a comfortable sigh came out of his mouth.

There was a wind blowing in outside the flower wall, she changed her posture and sat down, holding the cup to Yan Cheng, like an uncle, drinking honey water to feel the summer breeze.

Glancing at the cup from this angle, Yan Cheng could easily see a few more scars on her wrists.

The flesh color of the wound is actually very similar to the color of the skin, but the difference of one hundredth is noticeable as if a few new strokes were made on a canvas with the same color paint.

"Your wrist," he said suddenly, "during the day on the show, I accidentally touched a few raised marks, is it a wound?" ”

Zhong Jiuyin turned his head and said "ah", and then reacted, flipping his wrist to expose the skin to the light.

"You say this? It's a wound. ”

After she finished speaking, she yawned, raised her hand and covered her mouth, seemingly not taking those wounds to heart.

Yan Cheng looked at her face and asked, "Take the liberty of asking, these wounds... How did it come about? ”

He put down his glass and thoughtfully added, "Of course, if you don't want to talk about this, you can also not say it." ”

"It's okay, there's nothing you can't say, you can tell how this wound came from at a glance, right? I guess it was scratched down with a knife. Zhong Jiuyin took a sip of honey water, put down the cup and said casually.

"Estimates?" Yan Cheng's eyebrows furrowed, staring at her.

She spread her hands: "Because I forgot too." ”

“… Because of a car accident? ”

"Yes," she said, holding her cheeks again, speaking at a slower pace, "I told you all, it was a very-serious car accident. ”

… It's so serious that you really hit back when you were just a human?

Her reaction was really a little strange, and Yan Cheng asked a few more words: "Then you haven't thought about figuring it out?" can make you do something that hurts yourself, and what happens should be serious. ”

Zhong Jiuyin: "Ang, I know this, it's just that someone is messing with me, pressing my head to make me unable to get up and gradually lose and despair and go crazy, and then I want to go wrong because of too much mental pressure, and I feel that I have no face to see Jiangdong's father, and I plan to go up to heaven and fight again." ”

Yan Cheng: "...... It's like telling someone else's story. ”