“Photo taken.”

Jin Zaijing squeezed out a smile and handed the phone to a woman wearing a half-body police uniform and a slit skirt. Then he pulled Han Zidong's head and ran towards the alley without looking back.

After running away for a while, she slowly stopped, looked back, and slowly let go of Han Zidong.

Han Zidong leaned against the handrail and tore open the zipper on the mask's mouth, exhaling a long burst of thick breath.

"Jin Zaijing... Can you give me a wink next time? Do you know how tired I am when I run with this mask?"

"Ne, Mianne." Jin Zaijing jumped off the steps, stood behind Han Zidong, and helped unbutton his mask: "But I see that you've just looked straight."

Han Zidong felt that he was wronged. It had nothing to do with self-control. Just the woman's clothes just now, let alone him, even Liu Xiahui came, she had to swallow her saliva on the spot.

Anyone who sees a pair of proud evils hidden under the thin fabric, wearing a slit miniskirt on the lower body, revealing leggings directly, and wearing two lace-edged black stockings on his legs.

I can't help but take a few more glances.

Could it be that girl just now was a model from a sexy lingerie store, or a female Bodhisattva coming from Yongdengpu, Qingliang?

It's so evil!

Taking off the mask, Han Zidong lifted the cotton clothes on his outer cover, making a fuss: "The people here are so enthusiastic..."

Jin Zaijing smiled, but saw through it and said nothing: "Then let's find a bar, have some wine, and pour the fire on you."

"Okay."

Han Zidong pulled off his wig and threw it to Jin Zaijing with his mask. Jin Zaijing said nothing, and smiled and put it into his canvas bag one by one.

The bar chosen by Jin Zaijing is called theironfairies. It translates to the meaning of Iron Fairy. The designer used to be an iron miner, so the decoration style of the entire bar is rough and primitive.

The bar is surrounded by iron, wood, and other mining tools, which looks like a large miner's studio. Even the seats and round tables placed in the hall are full of metal texture.

The groove in the center of the table is filled with palm-sized iron fairies, representing the designer's hope when he went to the mine.

Ordered a portion of French fries, roasted wings, and ordered a bottle of sparkling wine. The two found a corner away from the stage and quietly enjoyed the band singing on the stage.

The music played by the band is soothing, and the bar lighting is quite soft, which makes it look very contrasting under the decorations full of heavy metal industrial style.

Han Zidong hugged his chest with his hands and gently shook his head with the rhythm of the music, but then he realized something was wrong with the lyrics.

fuck...

shit…

Jin Zaijing noticed his abnormality and waved to him. Han Zidong understood it and went over with his ears. He heard Jin Zaijing say: "This is a blues song, and the general content is about a man accusing his wife of cheating."
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Han Zidong covered his face: "I thought it was the two of them singing folk songs, just love songs... But isn't this just a resentful woman style?"

"What you said seems to be right," Jin Zaijing tilted his head and thought: "It's even quite appropriate, your description is quite accurate. Sometimes what you say can always make people shine.

.”

If anyone is praised, no one will be in a bad mood. Han Zidong is also a little proud of being praised by Kim Zaijing.

"Although I don't know much about music, it's like a illiterate illiterate heart that may not be without a hot story. I often hum some interesting tunes. But I just can't write down these tunes, so I can only hum and enjoy myself occasionally.

Forget it."

"No," Jin Zaijing patted Han Zidong, covered his mouth and chuckled: "Just praise you, why are you still raising your tail?"

"That's because you don't understand me enough."

Han Zidong took the bottle handed over by the waiter, poured a glass of wine for Jin Zaijing and himself, and raised the glass: "cheers, thank you for bringing me to an amazing bar."

"I guess you'd like a bar of this style."

After Jin Zaijing said that, he drank the wine in his glass in one go.

The capacity of this small wine glass is approximately 30ml. Although the amount is not large, if there are only two people, there is no need to drink it so urgently. Han Zidong looked at the wine left with half a glass and said, "Drink slowly, we still have to drink it."

It's been a while."

While filling himself with a glass, Jin Zaijing smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry, I'm not someone, I have a good alcohol tolerance."

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I'm going to insult me ​​again, right?

Han Zidong raised his glass and drank it all. After drinking it, he did not forget to turn the glass upside down to show that there was no drop of wine left.

"I mainly drink less of this body, and I can't help but feel uncomfortable at the beginning."

Jin Zaijing looked at Han Zidong up and down, opened his mouth but said nothing, and finally sighed: "Forget it, let's not talk, I'll just drink a bar."

Provocation, right?

Han Zidong raised his hand: "Don't interfere, you have to make it clear, what did you mean just now?"

Jin Zaijing supported his cheek with one hand, looking at Han Zidong just laughed.

The man in front of him always has such charming moments, sometimes he is ridiculously childish, such as having to ride a small cart before, sometimes he is extremely mature, such as protecting her in front of her this morning, facing the three policemen, and even

Dozens, hundreds of journalists, and melon-eating citizens.

Her head turned to another angle, and before she knew it, her other hand was also supported on the table and pressed against her chin.

"Didn't you say there are many tunes in your mind? Hum one and let me know."

Looking at the bright and elegant smiling face, Han Zidong instantly calmed down and clamped his throat to clear his mind.

Noting Han Zidong's expression changes, Jin Zaijing took the initiative to carry the stool and sat beside Han Zidong, and put his hand on his ear, making an listening attitude.

Han Zidong took a sip of wine, moistened his throat, and whispered: "When I walked together, I always stared at you like this. Do you want to tell you that I am waiting for you?"

Hey, it's not just singing.

Hearing a soothing tune, Jin Zaijing couldn't help but feel a little more serious.

"Now, I continue to be in front of my house, I feel unwilling to give up, and hesitate to contact me..."

Listening to the gentle voice singing these sentences, Jin Zaijing's eyes shone: "Is there any?"

Han Zidong nodded. Before he could speak, Jin Zaijing stretched out his finger again and blocked Han Zidong's lips: "Wait a minute."

She turned around and glanced at her eyes, quickly carried her bag, took Han Zidong's hand, and half got up and turned around again, picked up the bottle of sparkling wine on the table that she had just taken a few sips, and pulled Han Zidong away.
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"What are you doing?"

"We'll go to the singing room, I'll finish your song."

After walking around the alley, I finally found an underground singing room next to a billiards room.

Entering the box, Jin Zaijing stuffed Han Zidong a microphone, took out his eyebrow pencil, tore off a leaflet, and looked at Han Zidong expectantly: "Let's start."

Han Zidong is not a pretentious person. This song "Feel the Scent of Your Shampoo in the Swinging Flowers" is a regular on his annual list. He is very familiar with it. After clearing his throat a little, he started singing directly.

『Am the swaying flowers

Feel the fragrance of your shampoo

Just pass by like this, although I turn around and look for it

All you see in your eyes is a vast sea of ​​people
Chapter completed!