It is unknown what happened between the two of them after that, but when Shijia's consciousness gradually blurred, her inadvertent glance suddenly focused her eyes that had begun to lose focus.
The next second, she immediately turned around and patted the two friends beside her.
Yuanyuan, who was too drunk, had fallen asleep and fell on another girl's shoulder, but she was still roughly shaken awake and looked in the direction indicated by them with a confused look on her face.
The blurry images in front of me overlap little by little, until finally...
"Fuck!"
The one who sighed was another girl named Jin Xizhen. She was of mixed Chinese and Korean descent. She had an average appearance. She wore a leather jacket with a strong motorcycle style loosely on her body. She had short, sleek hair and a snake-like skull on her exposed collarbone that was rare for girls. tattoo.
A king cobra with a swollen neck emerged from the skull's eye socket, hissing and spitting messages outward.
Although she is the youngest among them, she speaks like a big sister. Every time she talks about Yakuza culture, the other three girls just laugh and don't expose her.
Otherwise it will make her feel embarrassed.
She is the one driving everyone here tonight in a sports car.
What worries Xizhen's mother is that her precious daughter seems to have some orientation issues.
Having grown up in a private school, she was already familiar with fighting and skipping classes, but what troubled her family the most was that the school principal called very tactfully and said that Hee Jin was... molesting a female classmate at school.
And it’s been more than once.
Fortunately, rabbits don't eat grass beside their nests. So far, Jin Xizhen has not shown any interest in the three friends beyond friendship.
On the sofa in the bar booth, Yuanyuan, who had a very good personality, shook her head hard, and then opened her eyes again. The scene in front of her truly told her that she was not wrong.
"It's over," Yuanyuan was half awake from the wine. After a while, she sighed: "I'm blind."
Shijia pursed her lips and said, "Count me in."
Nan Jin, who was originally the shyest person in the small group of four, was sitting on Jiang Cheng's lap, holding a wine glass in one hand and approaching him boldly, staring straight into his eyes.
The dim light could barely reach them, and the scene was too ambiguous for a while.
Jiang Cheng took a sip of wine, then leaned towards Nan Jin's ear through Nan Jin's long hair, and moved his lips slightly.
The next moment, Nan Jin suddenly froze, and then big drops of tears burst out of her eyes. She stretched out her hand and hugged Jiang Cheng's neck. The latter struggled a few times symbolically, but could not withstand Nan Jin's brute force and was grabbed. Into the arms.
The goblet in his hand shattered with the sound, and the wine-red liquid flowed on the ground, glowing with little crystal lights.
In the next period of time, the three of them witnessed their best friend's joys and sorrows. Sometimes she cried to Jiang Cheng, like a wronged child, and sometimes she fell silent, with her beautiful eyes seeming to contain another world.
"Nan Jin, what's wrong?" Xizhen blinked. She had drunk a lot of wine, but she was still conscious. After speaking, she stood up unsteadily, "I'll go take a look."
But before she could make her next move, she was pulled back into the sofa by two forces, one arm on each side, Yuanyuan and Shijia.
"You..." Xizhen, who was already feeling uncomfortable in his stomach, swallowed the feeling that was about to erupt in his throat and looked around in confusion.
"Believe me, don't go." Shijia didn't even look at Xizhen. Her attention was still on Nan Jin. After a while, she moistened her lips and continued: "If you still want Nan Jin to deal with you in the future, if."
From beginning to end, Jiang Cheng carefully played the role of a listener. He rarely spoke or expressed his own opinions.
Over the years, Nan Jin has received too many educations, accusations, and admonitions. Countless people have taught her this and that with serious faces and a halo of good for her, but no one is willing to sit down and be quiet. He listened to her express her grievances.
Jiang Cheng couldn't remember how long he had been listening, and even Nan Jin couldn't remember it. Fortunately, it was late at night, and the people who were still here were already tipsy, so no one noticed it.
Nan Jin lowered her head, as if all her energy and strength had been drained away. She was not drunk at all, but too many emotions were vented at once, which mysteriously made her feel drunk and exhausted.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang," she whispered: "I...did I say too many things that I shouldn't have said? I just said it casually and didn't bother you. I can't even remember it. Where did I say, you don’t want to..."
"Did you bring any cash?" Jiang Cheng raised his head and looked at her with a pair of calm and gentle eyes, which were obviously not aggressive, but made the latter's heart tremble.
After a long while, Nan Jin seemed to suddenly react. He took his chain bag and dumped it on the table indiscriminately. A beautiful tube of lipstick rolled along the table and finally fell to the ground, missing.
Nan Jin took out his wallet, which contained only a handful of banknotes.
She has no habit of carrying cash.
He took out all the cash and handed it to Jiang Cheng, then blinked at him.
Stretching out his hand, Jiang Cheng put down the wine glass in his hand and took away the top one under the voyeuristic gaze of Nan Jin and the other three girls.
Then he pressed the paper on the table and slowly made a mark.
His fingers were flying up and down, and his techniques were chaotic like a gorgeous butterfly. Under the catalysis of alcohol, his fair skin was slightly red, and occasionally light reflected on his face, outlining a sharp eyebrow.
"call--"
Jiang Cheng wrapped his hand around the mouth of an empty wine bottle, and slowly spread his slender fingers. The next second, Nan Jin's beautiful eyes trembled suddenly.
She saw...a rose blooming at the mouth of the bottle.
Then, her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and she suddenly remembered what she had just said to the man in front of her.
Because of her mother's strict discipline and restraint, she has always been isolated among her classmates. She is unrealistic in her excellence, and her cowardly and inarticulate character is regarded as a cold iceberg in everyone's eyes.
She has never been in love until now, let alone received a gift like a rose.
No matter how beautiful the princess is, there is a prince to match her.
Nan Jin took out one banknote after another from her hand, and the roses on the mouth of the empty bottle were getting more and more beautiful, and not long after, or maybe it was just what Nan Jin thought was not long, before her eyes... .A sea of roses bloomed.
"Miss Nanjin," Jiang Cheng stood up slowly, and under the gaze of the three stunned companions, he gave a small salute to Nanjin who opened his mouth slightly but could not say a word, "Happy birthday."
