On the way, Han Jing and Zhong Yu chatted.
She asked curiously: "Zhong Yu, is your family very poor?"
"Both my parents are dead, my grandma is not close to me, and my uncle is missing." Zhong Yu said, "There are no relatives who are close to each other, and there is no child five feet away from the door. We are all alone, with each other..."
"Pfft——" Han Jing couldn't help laughing and said, "You are memorizing the text!"
Zhong Yu spread his hands and said with a smile: "How else can you describe how miserable I am?"
Along the way, the two talked and laughed, and Han Jing laughed so hard several times that she almost couldn't drive.
Ten minutes later, Han Jing took Zhong Yu into a luxurious and high-end KTV and opened a mini box with a minimum purchase of 4,888 yuan.
High-end red wine and champagne, high-end fruit platters, imported snacks, exquisite snacks, etc. are all served and arranged.
The waiter left, locked the door, and Zhong Yu and Han Jing started playing.
The two of them did not sing immediately, but first guessed dice and drank wine to stir up the atmosphere.
Zhong Yu drank red wine and Han Jing drank champagne.
The two of them were not sitting face to face, but they were in a roughly face-to-face position. Han Jing's upper body was slightly lowered, and the small V-neckline was slightly open. Zhong Yu's eyes met exactly, and indescribable beautiful things were vaguely visible in the uncertain light.
Han Jing also realized that she was a little exposed, but she didn't mind when facing Zhong Yu.
After rolling the dice a few times, Zhong Yu suddenly found that he seemed to be able to hear the numbers of the dice.
Every time he was highly concentrated, his thinking and reaction ability would come into play tenfold. The sound from the dice would be very clear to his ears, and he could distinguish very subtle changes in the sound.
After several experiments and basically figuring out the pattern of the dice sounds, he was able to guess 70% to 80% of the time.
If you take the time to practice, the guessing rate is estimated to be as high as 99%.
"Am I going to become the god of gambling?" Zhong Yu felt a little weird.
After Han Jing lost several times in a row, she became a little unhappy: "I won't play anymore, I will sing!"
Zhong Yu came back to his senses and felt a little embarrassed.
In order to experiment, I won too many times in a row and the game became boring.
Han Jing ordered a few songs, then picked up the microphone and sang.
She sings very well, even a bit like a professional singer.
However, Zhong Yu is not surprised.
As fair and rich as Han Jing, she had countless top-notch educational resources since she was a child. Even if she took out a piano performance certificate, he was not surprised at all.
In fact, he also received professional artistic training in singing, dancing, Go, etc. When he was sixteen years old, he was kicked out of the family and his parents' inheritance was taken away, so he had to stop it.
Han Jing sang two songs in a row, and Zhong Yu did not hesitate to applaud.
"Zhong Yu, what song do you want to sing? Let me help you." Han Jing looked into Zhong Yu's eyes and asked.
She found that in this environment of flickering light, Zhong Yu's eyes were particularly bright, like stars, which attracted her.
Zhong Yu casually said: ""Dear Child"."
Han Jing immediately turned around and ordered some good songs for Zhong Yu.
Holding the microphone, as the low and sad music played, Zhong Yu became quiet and fell into the mood of the song.
"little child
Did you cry today?
Have all your friends left?
Leaving behind a loneliness that cannot be taken away
beautiful child
Did you cry today?
…
my dear child
Why don't you let me see clearly
Did you let the wind blow out the candle?
Walking alone in the dark…”
Zhong Yu was immersed in the performance, as if he was singing to himself.
By singing the song to the end, he detached himself from the mood of the song.
The next moment, he suddenly felt his eyes darken, his face was buried, and his nose was filled with woman's body fragrance...
His head was held tightly in Han Jing's chest.
"Wuwuwu, Zhong Yu, don't cry, I will protect you, wuwu... don't cry... wuwuwu..."
Han Jing's sobs came intermittently, and Zhong Yu even felt hot tears falling on the top of his head.
He quickly wanted to push Han Jing's arms away, but he didn't expect that Han Jing hugged her too tightly and didn't push him away for a while.
After struggling for a while, he broke away from Han Jing's tight embrace and gasped for air...
I was almost suffocated to death.
After regaining his breath, Zhong Yu saw Han Jing looking at him intently, her beautiful eyes red and her pear blossoms covered with rain.
"I'm just singing a random song. You don't have to be so excited, right?" Zhong Yu spread his hands and looked speechless.
Han Jing choked with resentment: "I pity you."
"Are you overthinking it?" Zhong Yu said helplessly, "That's a song written by someone else and sung by countless people. I just sang it casually. The content of the song has nothing to do with me."
"Really?" Han Jing asked, wiping her tears, obviously not believing it.
She clearly heard that Zhong Yu was the "child".
Zhong Yu suddenly laughed and said, "You look like a little cat when you cry."
"Ah!" Han Jing screamed, covered her face with her hands, turned around and rushed to the bathroom in the box.
After taking a few steps, she suddenly turned back, picked up her bag, and fled to the bathroom.
Zhong Yu laughed heartily.
After a while, he drank half a glass of red wine, raising the corners of his mouth, then walked to the karaoke machine, ordered a song "Hee Swah Swish" and sang it happily.
After Han Jing finished applying makeup, she came out of the bathroom and heard the joyful singing of "Hee, swish, swish, swish, oh, swish, swish, I'm swish, swish", which was nonsensical and not mainstream.
She looked at Zhong Yu again. Zhong Yu's eyes were still as bright as stars and he was making funny expressions at her.
She couldn't help but smile, feeling an inexplicable dreamy feeling in her heart.
She walked over and sat down next to Zhong Yu's body...
At half past ten, Zhong Yu and Han Jing came out of the KTV.
"I'm dizzy, let's go to the hotel to rest." Han Jing leaned her body against Zhong Yu, trying to make her eyes blurry and pretending to be drunk.
Zhong Yu supported Han Jing and said, "Let me call a driver for you."
"No, I will vomit." Han Jing said immediately.
Zhong Yu said: "You and Teacher Qin are best friends, right? I will help you contact her..."
"No!" Han Jing decisively refused.
Zhong Yu was a little helpless. He understood what Han Jing meant, but that didn't mean he accepted it because it was too fast.
Han Jing continued to call for a while. Seeing that Zhong Yu didn't speak, she knew that Zhong Yu was unwilling, so she had to say: "You'd better call me a driver."
A few minutes later, a female driver arrived.
The female driver drove Han Jing's Porsche, with Zhong Yu and Han Jing sitting in the back.
Han Jing's pink arms like snow lotuses were wrapped around Zhong Yu's neck, her red lips were slightly opened, and she breathed at Zhong Yu like orchid.
When they were approaching Han Jing's house, Han Jing blew hot air into Zhong Yu's ear and whispered, "You still have a chance to change your mind."
"You're drunk." Zhong Yu said.
While talking, the car had already arrived in front of the gate of the villa community.
"Master, stop for a moment." Zhong Yu called.
He asked Han Jing to sit down, said "I'm getting off the car", and then opened the door.
Han Jing suddenly stopped being drunk. She touched Zhong Yu's waist with her jade hand and pinched it hard.
"Ah!" Caught off guard, Zhong Yu screamed in pain.
After getting out of the car, he waved to Han Jing and closed the door.
After watching the car enter the community, Zhong Yu opened his clothes and took a look at his waist, which was bruised.
“Hiss——,” he took a breath of air, “It’s so violent!”
Putting down his clothes, he shook his head with a wry smile, turned and left.
