There is no word "slow down" in Gu Yin's dictionary.
The red sports car with a special license plate drove arrogantly to a distance of 120 yards.
In this stop-and-go evening rush hour, it becomes a different kind of scenery.
She went through red lights that others didn't dare to go through, and turned where they didn't dare to turn. Her desperate driving style caused her to be cursed no matter where she drove!
The traffic police quickly discovered the "difference" of this car.
He frowned and cursed lowly, then got on his motorcycle and prepared to catch up. However, when he saw the license plate that everyone was taboo on, he silently slowed down, touched his nose as if nothing happened, and let her ride along.
This situation happens almost every once in a while and is not new.
With a beautiful flick, Gu Yin parked the car in front of the Queen's Bar.
In the evening, 'Queen' had not yet opened for business. When Gu Yin walked in, it was very empty.
Yan Feiqi stood on the stage, with his back to Gu Yin who pushed in the door. The lonely background set against the empty bar was very touching. Gu Yin couldn't help but whistle and closed the door behind him.
"Are you planning to play the role of savior? Or are you simply trying to show off your depth? But none of those are suitable for you." Sitting at the bar, Gu Yin poured himself a glass of vodka and got straight to the point, "Get your things ready.
Is it done?”
"Ready," Yan Feiqi turned around. In the ten-degree weather, he was only wearing a thin shirt.
"Tsk, you are indeed young and not afraid of the cold," Gu Yin glanced at the white shirt that had been rolled up to the cuffs, and then moved his eyes to the large exposed chest muscles...and then the hem of the shirt that was half stuffed into the pants...
Gee, this look makes Yan Feiqi look decadent and charming.
That's the charm of a bad boy, a little bad, a little bit ruffian.
However, his expression was very serious, which broke the feeling of the clothes.
After tightening the fur on her tights, Gu Yin marveled at Yan Feiqi's good figure, but in the deep autumn weather, looking at her like this made her feel cold. "Do I need to suggest you put on your clothes?"
"Yinzi," he took a deep breath and a low hoarse voice escaped from Yan Feiqi's mouth. His eyebrows were tightly knitted and he was struggling.
In front of such Yan Feiqi, Gu Yin suppressed the impudence on his face. She responded seriously and looked at him. Her look seemed to encourage him, you can say anything you want.
It was just this kind of encouragement that made Yan Feiqi's brows frown even more, and a 'chuan' was squeezed out between his brows.
He opened his mouth, but not a single note came out.
He looked like he was holding a lot of things in his heart and didn't know how to speak.
Gu Yin waited for him, resting his chin on his hand, and said with trust, "I'm listening."
"Yinzi," Yan Feiqi shouted again, his brows tightening.
There was a bitter look on the Korean man's face. After a long pause, he continued, "I received a call from Uncle Feng before."
"Well?" "Go on." Gu Yin looked at Yan Feiqi, waiting for him to tell everything. As long as he was willing to tell it, she would believe it.
Licking the corners of his lips, Yan Feiqi tightened his fists and said, "He wants to go to Chengxi's tea room at ten o'clock tonight."
"Well," it was a single tone again, but Yan Feiqi understood that it meant 'What's next? Is there anything else?'
They always have such a tacit understanding and understanding of each other...