Yan Zisong pursed his lips to the side, and the cigarette case was clearly placed on the table.
Yao Jiabao picked up the cigarette case and stuffed it into his mouth without even looking, lighting it on fire. However, he saw Yan Zisong snatching the cigarette from his mouth, frowning and asking,
"Do you know that you put the cigarette upside down? Tell me, what happened to your cousin again?"
Yao Jiabao hissed, touched his chin and said reluctantly, "Actually, it's not my cousin's business."
Yan Zisong leaned back on the seat and looked at him quietly without saying a word.
"Do you know about that night scene?" Yao Jiabao asked cautiously.
"Which KTV in Nancheng?" Song Shaofeng also looked at Yao Jiabao doubtfully.
"That's the house." Yao Jiabao shook his head and spoke slowly, while still considering whether he should say it or not.
"Isn't that KTV a place for Niu Si to watch? What does it have to do with us?"
Song Shaofeng interfaced again.
Yao Jiabao seemed to have encountered something extremely difficult, grinning and scratching his head.
Sometimes he was looking at the ceiling, sometimes he was crossing his legs, and sometimes his head was tilted from side to side but he didn't speak. Yan Zisong was still leaning on the chair and squinting at this man who behaved strangely;
However, Song Shaofeng couldn't hold back his anger and shouted, "Speak, what are the ink marks on?!"
Yao Jiabao waved his hand impatiently and said matter-of-factly, "Don't make any noise, brother is just thinking about what to say."
"wipe……"
The two listeners lost their patience at the same time, Song Shaofeng continued to play his own game, and Yan Zisong was even ready to get his clothes and go out.
Yao Jiabao became anxious when he saw this, "Wait a minute, brother Zisong, actually my cousin borrowed the money from me."
Yao Jiabao stretched out his hand to make a yang-finger pose, "He wants to go out with his classmates. It is said that a female classmate has a birthday today; that female classmate's deskmate invited guests to sing in the night."
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately raised his head quietly and observed Yan Zisong's expression - he admired himself so much!
I explained everything clearly without saying a word of Qin; my brother’s literary attainments are so high!
Yan Zisong's frown deepened. How could he not know whose birthday is April 11th?
Standing on the street that day, her ruthless words, "How noble your purpose is," still ring in my ears, but now there is no time to think about the issue of whether to commit a crime or not.
After Yan Zisong heard the news, he just felt like he was holding a breath in his chest and couldn't breathe out; he couldn't breathe because he couldn't go up or down.
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[I will update ten chapters for you first, and I will update ten more chapters in the afternoon. Remember to collect and recommend, I love collecting Diwazi]