Several girls smiled ambiguously: "It's only what time? You're running to the room upstairs. You must be too impatient."
The short skirt was coaxed to the point of shyness: "I hate it!"
The voice was so tender and sweet that even Lin Yuxi found it pleasant.
Zhou Yanjing took off the cigarette from his lips. He saw a pair of pampered hands. The wrists were thin and strong, and the fingers were as noble and clean as pure jade.
Half of the cigarette was knocked on the dark gray crystal ashtray, and the ashes fell into it. He let out a short chuckle in his throat.
Looks like he's not stingy.
"I am not paraplegic and need help when I sleep."
Yu Jiaxiao's anger grew again: "Hemiplegia is the best."
Lin Yuxi didn't seem to hear Zhou Yanjing's flirting with the woman. She lowered her eyes and peeled pistachios for her: "Don't curse him yet. If he becomes hemiplegic, I will still have to push his wheelchair."
Forget it, Yu Jiaxiao thought for a while: "That will make him paralyzed!"
"What is upper body paralysis? Cerebral palsy?"
Yu Jiaxiao sneered: "A walking stick."
"..."
Lin Yuxi stuffed the nuts into her mouth: "Shut up."
Song Yunfan brought them two bottles of wine. Lin Yuxi took a look and said thank you.
Song Yunfan explained in a low voice: "We are a group of men here. We were afraid that you and your friends would be uncomfortable, so we didn't ask you to come up just now downstairs."
Lin Yuxi looked at him with clear eyes and smiled: "Understood."
If you have a beautiful woman to keep you company, if you want to relax after drinking too much, there is a ready-made room upstairs in this bar.
Of course it's inconvenient for her to come.
Her eyes were quiet and clear, as if she had seen through everything, but it made Song Yunfan feel awkward.
At this time, the short skirt was pressed close to Zhou Yanjing's body again, and her round breasts were almost touching his arms:
"Second Young Master, are you free to come to my concert next week?"
It turned out to be a little singer.
Lin Yuxi thought to herself, no wonder the voice sounded so good.
"Ugh!" Yu Jiaxiao exaggeratedly retched next to Lin Yuxi, "Spit it up."
Lin Yuxi usually did everything slowly and calmly. She was always ranked last in the 800-meter physical test when she was in school. She failed to pass the sit-ups. At this time, her whole body reacted flexibly and moved to the side, lifting both feet from the ground. stand up.
"Don't spit on me."
Zhou Yanjing's casual and smiling voice sounded like flirting: "I'm allergic to music."
The little singer pouted: "If you listen to me singing, maybe you will be cured."
Yu Jiaxiao couldn't hold it back at all: "You think you are an ultrasound machine. Sound waves can cure diseases. Why don't you donate your throat to the hospital if you are so powerful?"
The little singer looked at her and leaned against Zhou Yanjing as if she was afraid: "Second Young Master, who is she?"
Yu Jiaxiao wanted to scold you again, but Lin Yuxi said in a low voice: "Don't cause trouble, just smile. If you really make trouble, I may not be able to control you."
Yu Jia smiled and stopped eating.
It's not that she's afraid of trouble, it's that she feels sorry for her best friend.
What kind of life Lin Yuxi has been living in the past few years? If others don't know, how can she not know?
If things get serious, and Zhou Yanjing doesn't turn to Lin Yuxi, she will be embarrassed in front of so many people.
Lin Yuxi held the person down and then raised her eyes slightly to look at the little singer.
"I'm free, do you have a ticket?"
The little singer looked at her for a few seconds and smiled: "Yes. Sister will add my assistant's WeChat account later, and I will ask the assistant to send you the tickets later."
"Thank you. No need to go to so much trouble." Lin Yuxi pointed her slender green index finger at Zhou Yanjing casually.
"Just send me a WeChat message and ask him to push it to you."
The little singer looked stunned.
Zhou Yanjing raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Lin Yuxi across the table without comment.
The little singer acted coquettishly at him: "I don't have the second young master's WeChat account, what should I do?"
Zhou Yanjing looked at Lin Yuxi lazily and asked her the question: "What should I do? Ask her."
He hugged other women in front of his wife, but he didn't feel any guilty conscience. He didn't even bother to do anything superficial, and just leaned back on the chair calmly.
Your Yingying Yanyan asked me what to do, and I made a big deal out of you.
Lin Yuxi still had the same calm attitude. She spoke softly, like a good sister, and said to the little singer: "It's okay. Then you can join me and I'll pass it on to you."
The faces of a group of men next to me were almost turning purple, no... Why are you so kind to push your husband's WeChat account to other women?
The little singer is completely incompetent now.
What kind of number is this?
She had secretly looked at Lin Yuxi just now. This empress had a low status, and Zhou Yanjing didn't take her seriously at all.
She seemed to be used to this, sitting there munching pistachios quietly and calmly.
She didn't dress up much. She wore a milk blue sweater and a plain skirt. She didn't look eye-catching at all, but in fact, her facial features were majestic and delicate, and she was a very standard beauty.
No matter what method he uses, it would be foolish not to add WeChat.
She immediately smiled sweetly at Lin Yuxi: "Thank you, sister!"
Lin Yuxi also smiled gently: "You're welcome, I deserve it."
"..."
Zhou Yanjing pulled his lower lip sarcastically, his eyes slipped from Lin Yuxi's calm face, and his tone was lazy: "Thank you."
The little singer was at a loss and didn't understand what it meant. When she saw him taking out his mobile phone from his pocket, he suddenly felt happy.
Who needs a middleman when you can add WeChat directly?
She happily took out her mobile phone, opened it skillfully and scanned it. Everything was ready, just waiting for Zhou Yanjing's QR code.
Zhou Yanjing clicked on WeChat, but her fingers did not go where she expected. Instead, she clicked on the address book and glanced at Lin Yuxi.
"You reminded me, I forgot to delete you, didn't I?"
Lin Yuxi: "..."
He was really interested in deleting people. He slid his finger on the screen and rummaged through the list: "Which one is your ID?"
The people around them were all silent. They didn't know what the couple was doing today and didn't dare to interrupt at this time.
One flirts with another woman in front of his wife.
One sat there and watched as if nothing had happened.
One wants to push her husband’s WeChat account to Xiao Yehua.
One wants to delete his wife in public, and he doesn’t even know what her WeChat account is.
Plastic is stronger than your relationship as a couple.
Lin Yuxi threw the pistachio shells into the plate: "Look for it yourself."
The little singer took the opportunity to make a fuss and wanted to add Zhou Yanjing to WeChat. Zhou Yanjing probably didn't find out who Lin Yuxi was, so he didn't delete it, and his expression was a bit boring.
"You want to add me on WeChat."
The little singer nodded obediently.
Yu Jiaxiao saw these two bitches trying to hook up in front of Lin Yuxi, and her temper got so bad that Lin Yuxi couldn't hold it down, so she jumped up and stood up.
Zhou Yanjing put one hand on the back of the sofa, held the phone in his slender fingers, and turned it around in a loose and indifferent voice.
"Why do you do that?"
Little singer: "..."
Yu Jiaxiao sat back.
Damn, let’s just let Zhou Yanjing’s mouth become paralyzed.
