The sudden approaching made Yan Cheng stunned, and did not immediately open the distance.
It was not until the waiter heard the sound coming to help that he calmly pulled away, supported Zhong Jiuyin and stood firm, and reached out to pick up the cup as if nothing had happened.
The waiter straightened the table, his eyes rolled over the two of them in a vague manner, and asked Yan Cheng tentatively: "Miss Zhong doesn't look good. Can I help me?"
Yan Cheng shook his head, sent him away in a few words, and looked at Zhong Jiuyin again.
She had already rubbed against the flower wall and leaned against it. Her face was not red intoxicated, but she could tell that she had drunk too much, her posture was laziness, and her eyes were staring at him.
Tick it straight...
The subtle atmosphere just now spread again, like throwing a stone in the center of the lake, destroying the calmness of the lake surface, ripples expanding in circles, and the ripples are obvious and lasting.
That lake is above the chest.
Perhaps it was only on one of the people's chest.
Yan Cheng looked back, and after a moment, he asked calmly: "What are you watching me? When I wake up, I go back to the private room."
Zhong Jiuyin lazily said: "No hurry. Come here."
Yan Cheng didn't move: "What are you doing?"
There are three or five steps between them, and there is no way to go over it. If you get closer, you will have to break the distance you should have.
Zhong Jiuyin was not going to spend the effort to explain, but just raised her chin and asked him to "come" again.
The stalemate only works for sober people. I talk about it a few more times, and the one who takes the initiative to approach is Yan Cheng.
"What else do you want to say..."
His pupils suddenly stopped halfway, his pupils tightened and he was frozen in place.
Zhong Jiuyin grabbed his hand.
The fingertips were gently rubbing the inside of his wrist twice, and the light touch slid across the two tendons, bringing a slight numbness.
"You have no wounds," she showed her wrists, side by side with his wrists, and studied them with a few seconds of floating eyes, and concluded, "It's good to look good, but it's not as distinctive as mine."
Yan Cheng's body slowly relaxed from a tight state, but his tone was still a little cold and hard: "You are the most distinctive. Let go."
"What's the hurry? What's wrong with touching him?" She looked at him like a stingy person, and plucked the tiger's butt, and touched him again.
After touching, she grabbed it. Before Yan Cheng got angry, she had a serious expression on her face and pulled the person to the corner.
"Come here, I'll tell you something."
"…Let go, I have something to say to my agent." Not to mention it if it is not a serious matter.
Zhong Jiuyin kept silent, pulling and raising, dragging people into the small corner.
That was the last bit of space at the terrace. It was used to store the air conditioner and the branches of the flower wall hung down to block the import. It was the thought of carefully decorating the entire terrace to make the whole terrace look harmonious and beautiful.
Unexpectedly, someone happened to use this little space to make trouble.
Zhong Jiuyin pulled Yan Cheng tightly into the corner. Seeing that his back was still exposed outside the flower wall, someone would definitely be seen, and he hooked his left hand with his waist.
It was very easy to use. I felt that the strong waist under my casual clothes was thinner than the visual effect. I opened my eyes slightly and looked at him with admiration.
Yan Cheng controlled her and didn't stagger over and hit her. His face was already very bad.
What is hard to describe? I have been traumatized mentally, and all the reasons for pleading for her are left behind.
"Do you know what you are doing? Being crazy with alcohol?" A storm was brewing in his cold tone.
The tactful movements, straight eyes, and inexplicably dark corners, it was already too much to use them to a man who was not familiar with.
He thought that only vulgar men would do things that were not up to the table with the reason of getting drunk.
Besides, they had no ambiguous reason at all, so she was harassing.
He couldn't even tell whether she was drunk or not.
My speaking actions were normal before, and I still remember the name of the person who kept her secret from him. Now, I am like this, can it be that I am pretending to be crazy and stupid to take advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of the situation?
Like what she can do.
Yan Chengyue thought, his face became more dim and unclear.
He frowned and pushed Zhong Jiuyin away. He was about to leave firmly, but his arms were wrapped around two slender and soft arms.
Zhong Jiuyin "shush" at him, as if she couldn't understand his expression at all, and told him in a low voice: "I only tell you about this matter. You swear, you must not spread it."
Yan Cheng broke away from her, his voice as cold as a layer of frost: "You don't need to say it, I don't want to hear it either. Now, call your agent and go back and leave..."
"belch."
A hiccup broke his cold words.
Zhong Jiuyin only felt that his consciousness had changed from the sea to the grassland, and there was a horse galloping on it.
From body to mind, it will fly up.
She moved her feet and moved away from the air conditioning external unit behind her that was hurting her legs.
But in this way, the knees would seem to be there or not, and the faint fragrance on the other person's body, as well as the heat of the man's body, seemed to appear and appear, and it would be wrapped around little by little from the end of her hair.
It is a safe, hidden conversation space, only them.
After being a stunning genius for so many years, it is time to not vomit or feel happy.
She looked up at Yan Cheng, and her cold and handsome face made her more desire to talk.
Yan Cheng also looked at her.
The cold Bingbing said just now was interrupted, and he felt inexplicably angry.
The breath was like a powerful gel, sticking to him, he could not move forward or retreat, and he was stiff and letting her approach.
Feeling the burning breath that was so close, he suppressed his emotions, pursed his thin lips, opened and closed, and asked again: "Do you know what your behavior represents?"
"I know," Zhong Jiuyin patted his shoulder, brushing the dust, then leaned closer and asked softly, "Have you ever had any unforgettable emotional experiences?"
Yan Cheng thought to himself, sure enough.
She just pretended to be drunk and pretended to be crazy and flirted with him.
He didn't want to answer such topics that would lead to more ambiguous things, he just took a step back.
Use behavioral reactions to indicate that you have no intention of developing with her.
Then she heard her say to herself: "You should have it at your age. I had never seen any romantic love when I was at this age."
Yan Cheng: "?"
The beginning of the two sentences made her excited, and the subsequent words were like the hydropower station opened the gate.
"That idiot Guo Mingli is stupid, he is stupid. He actually thinks I have no emotional experience and needs to teach me to chase you with those shitty methods! Haha, an ignorant idiot!"
Zhong Jiuyin patted him on the shoulder again, probably because the atmosphere of the conversation suddenly changed. With the same force, he felt a completely different feeling than before.
I used to be intentionally ambiguous, but now I am a hero whisk.
"Listen to me to tell you." The two of them climbed up to his arm, pointing to the sky with meaningless hands.
"I remember when I first entered this industry, I had an unusual relationship. I still remember it in my heart and I can't forget it."
Yan Chengmu had a face and no longer wanted to react.