"I'm not here often, but I've been here twice. I think the environment is good and the service is quite satisfactory. I have a self-service rest method, no outsiders can interfere. I'll consume wine and drinks at will. When the waiter comes to count, you just need to pay the bill." Jiang Feng was half lying in the red-brown calf leather sofa, feeling the stimulation brought to his skin by the cold genuine leather sofa.

"There is an automatic singing machine here. What songs do Sister Su want to sing? I'll give you some classic old songs, red songs, pop songs, trendy songs, everything is available. Sister Su, what do you want to sing?" Jiang Feng stood up, opened the freezer, took out two listening words of Jiang's Coke and opened them, and handed Su Zhiyu a can.

"I don't drink Coke, Xiaofeng, open the bottle of the bar, let's drink it." Su Zhiyu waved her hand.

"Sister Su, do you still want to drink?" Jiang Feng was stunned. Seeing Su Zhiyu's situation, he was worried that something would happen if he got drunk.

"Why, I'm afraid I'll make you poor? Today, Sister Su treats you, so you can drink whatever you want." Su Zhiyu's phoenix eyes glared, her beautiful eyes were melting, and Jiang Feng's heart trembled slightly.

"Sister Su has said something? Are we still talking about this?" Jiang Feng quickly took out a bottle of wine, and twisted it with a bottle opener without looking at the brand.

The sound effect in the private room was excellent. Jiang Feng tried to sing two old songs, "Dream Ostling" and "Spring of the North", and felt very good, and he was intrigued. He sang two more songs "Late Love" and "Diet if I'm Enjoyed".

Jiang Feng rarely has such an interest. He has performed well with the intention of drinking. He can sing a few old songs from many years ago and is not as good as the original singer. It is also considered a good performance by Jiang Feng.

When Jiang Feng put down the microphone, he realized that Su Zhiyu seemed a little lonely, and was siping wine without a single sip. The blush on her white and plump face gradually rose.

"What's wrong? Sister Su?" Jiang Feng's heart moved and sat down next to Su Zhiyu.

"It's nothing. You sing yours, Xiaofeng, you sing very well. I like listening to it very much. Go and sing." Su Zhiyu shook her head and picked up the wine glass. Jiang Feng also picked up the wine glass and touched the other party softly. Then he shook his head, "Sister Su, you seem to have something to worry about, are you not going well in your work or are you upset at home?"

"Home business? What can I do at home?" Su Zhiyu leaned lazily on the wide leather sofa, shaking the wine in the wine glass with one hand, and stroked the other hand on the sofa, and said leisurely: "That's it. Going home once a week, you will have your own things and do your own things. Isn't that great?"

Jiang Feng could hear the hidden meaning in Su Zhiyu's words. Cold pot and cold stove mean that her family life seemed to have lost its former enthusiasm and happiness and entered a period of freezing and boredom. However, Jiang Feng didn't want to take on such topics. Even if you are a god, it would be difficult to stop such things.

"Sister Su is not going well in her work? You are the deputy leader of the Navy Art Troupe, and you are above ten thousand people in the group. Do you have any worries?" Jiang Feng intends to liven up the atmosphere.

Su Zhiyu hesitated for a moment, without saying a word. She just picked up the wine glass and took a heavy sip.

Seeing that Su Zhiyu didn't say anything, Jiang Feng didn't ask Xiao but just quietly accompanied her to drink.

The thick original singer of "Three Sets of Cars" echoed in the private room. Jiang Feng reached out to pick up the car keys that landed on the floor. He accidentally raised his eyes and saw a gap under Su Zhiyu's skirt under the light. The purple-red underwear wrapped the plump buttocks tightly, and even the shape of her private parts was vaguely visible.

Maybe it was stimulated by alcohol, maybe it was a long time to be tempted, or maybe it was a potential accumulation of slaughter for too long. Jiang Feng felt a high aura jumping up from his lower abdomen, and he couldn't suppress it. He had to change his sitting position to hide his physiological changes.

"Hai Zheng is not the imaginary Hai Zheng." Su Zhiyu did not notice that she had left Da Guang. Chun Guang was staring at Jiang Feng. She was seriously organizing her words. "It turns out that everything is just an appearance."

Su Zhiyu's words pulled Jiang Feng back from infinite fantasy. He let out a breath of turbid air. Fortunately, this topic was a bit attractive, otherwise Jiang Feng would not know whether his high-spirited turbid air would expand infinitely.

"Forget it, you don't understand what you said." Su Zhiyu sighed. She didn't notice that because she was constantly adjusting her position, the already short skirt kept shrinking back on the sofa, and the alcohol seemed to numb her alertness. After all, there was nothing there with Jiang Feng. The whole purple-red lace underwear was exposed, making Jiang Feng, who was sitting diagonally opposite, uneasy.

Su Zhiyu's face was calm, but she felt extremely sad and bored.

After thinking about it, I couldn't find a confidant who could express my inner troubles and depression.

Xie Yufei has a good relationship with her, but in terms of level and emotion, it is obviously not a suitable partner to discuss these things. Jialing? Maybe only Jialing can chat with her, but as a sister, Su Zhiyu does not want to show fragility in front of her sister. Jialing has always regarded herself as a strong man. Su Zhiyu hopes that this image can be maintained in the other person's mind.

Who else?

Su Zhiyu felt an inexplicable sense of sorrow and desolation in her heart. When she returned home, she was also speechless and cold and dull. She was better than living alone in the dormitory, at least without that kind of depression.

Jiang Feng noticed Su Zhiyu's mood changes. He regretted that he had said more, but when he thought about it, it would be better to pick this knot so that the other party's inner depression and irritability would be poured out. At least he could also help the other party relieve his inner confusion and depression.

"Sister Su, let's dance. I haven't danced with Sister Su for a long time." Jiang Feng stood up and invited gently.

Su Zhiyu's heart trembled slightly, and a heat flow seemed to surge from the depths of her heart and spread all over her body. She was a little afraid and expectant, as if something was about to happen, but she didn't seem to want to refuse at all, and she was even eager for something to happen.

The melodious couplet dance music sounded, and the Jiang Feng was already holding Su Zhiyu's waist and dancing gracefully.

Su Zhiyu is not very tall, 1.68 meters tall, but her bones are very small. She is a woman with few bones and plump flesh. Jiang Feng held her back and could clearly feel the bra strap that was deeply trapped in her back muscles.

The rhythm of the dance began to be bright, and the two could still maintain a stable separation. However, as the rhythm of the dance became slower and slower, it gradually evolved into a one-step dance. The movement amplitude of the two slowed down and their bodies gradually approached, and even the heat of both sides could be felt.

Su Zhiyu's breathing swam at Jiang Feng's shoulder blades, making Jiang Feng's mind a little dizzy. Jiang Feng's magnetic fingers slid intentionally or unintentionally on Su Zhiyu's back also made Su Zhiyu's body roll with an uncontrollable heat flow. Both of them seemed to be immersed in this indecipherable atmosphere, and seemed to want to anesthetize in this chaotic aura.

No one knows when the two of them hugged each other tightly. Jiang Feng only felt the other's plump breasts pressing against his chest, like a pair of torches exuding magic, scoring his moral bottom line. His hands also slid intentionally or unintentionally under the other's waist and buttocks, as if looking forward to the final breakthrough. Jiang Feng was even fantasizing whether he could tear off the purple-red lace for a permanent souvenir.

Jiang Feng wanted to thank Jiang's smartphone, which was in his pants. His erect lower body was pressed tightly under the other party's lower abdomen in a half-pushed state. If it weren't for the right strong vibration coming at the right time, it might be unknown whether the two of them would have crossed that dangerous level. Jiang Feng knew that it would be difficult for him to control his body and psychology. Su Zhiyu's plump figure and special love complex made him feel a little difficult to refuse.

"I'm sorry." The vibration of the mobile phone caused Jiang Feng's body to pull back from the brink of losing control. Jiang Feng said intimidly, and thoughtful and shameful Su Zhiyu walked out of the dance floor and returned to her seat. Then he picked up and looked at the phone call from Meng Tong, which was so dangerous.

Until Jiang Feng sent Su Zhiyu outside the gate of the community where she lived, Su Zhiyu was still in a mixed mood of fear and shame. Jiang Feng's calmness did not relieve Su Zhiyu's deep shame in her heart.

How could she become like this? Su Zhiyu clearly found that she seemed to have no psychological and physical repulsion towards Jiang Feng, and even showed a feeling of longing for and expectation in her body, especially when Jiang Feng's body changes under her lower abdomen, the trembling softness almost penetrated into her bones.

Is she really a slutty woman at her core? Su Zhiyu was so ashamed, but she couldn't deceive her heart. Maybe she shouldn't continue like this with Jiang Feng anymore. This is playing with fire, which will make both of them pay unimaginable prices for it.

But when Su Zhiyu thought of even someone who could talk to each other, she felt that such a life was too meaningless, and it was a dilemma.

Is she really a slutty woman at her core? Su Zhiyu was so ashamed, but she couldn't deceive her heart. Maybe she shouldn't continue like this with Jiang Feng anymore. This is playing with fire, which will make both of them pay unimaginable prices for it.

But when Su Zhiyu thought of even someone who could talk to each other, she felt that such a life was too meaningless, and it was a dilemma.

Is she really a slutty woman at her core? Su Zhiyu was so ashamed, but she couldn't deceive her heart. Maybe she shouldn't continue like this with Jiang Feng anymore. This is playing with fire, which will make both of them pay unimaginable prices for it.
Chapter completed!