The president is a snake maniac

Sanlitun is a place where the hustle and bustle begins at night, with feasting, feasting, men and women, Chinese foreigners with more hairy, less hairy, smelly and smelly, a group of people camouflage their expressions under the unpredictable lights, men with constipated faces and women I put on heavy makeup, either put on airs to see that no one is as good as me, or see anyone can do it, looking for my prey with a wine glass, thinking about where to spend the night.

Of course, there are also people who just come here to drink and relax. In the corners of those quiet bars, there are many friends of three or five who gather together, listening to songs and chatting, dissipating their boredom.

There is a quiet bar in the corner of this bar street. The tall and lush green plants divide the space into pieces. The wide sofa can fit people comfortably. The beautiful female singer is singing who The song she couldn't understand, her low and hoarse voice seemed to be whispering in her ears, she swayed, immersed in the melody she created, with a dreamy look on her face.

Yang Run parked the car at the door, huddled in the car and smoked for a long time before coming out, and stepped into the bar with a heroic face.

This bar is Cao Yang's site. It should be said that several houses in front and back here are their Cao's site, and the others are rented out, so I keep this set for myself to play, and make a cover in the noisy environment on both sides. Yan Yan Shi is different from others, except regular customers, almost no one can see what kind of place is inside from the small wooden door, because this place doesn't even have a name!

Yang Run walked around the clumps of monstera, fortune tree, and golden vine, and finally saw Boss Cao who was about to merge with the sofa in the corner. His eyes hurt.

"Coming?" Cao Yang rolled his eyelids, and pushed the square glass under his hand over, "I guess you're coming soon, the wine is just in time for you to drink."

Yang Run sat across from Cao Yang. He didn't like this kind of sofa like a lazy bone. When his butt touched it, his whole body sank, forming a very straight posture where he couldn't sit upright. In this posture, he lost all momentum. .

He moved his body uncomfortably on the sofa, and finally broke the pot, took off his suit jacket and leather shoes, and shrank into the sofa.

Cao Yang didn't say anything, he rang the summoning bell, and after a while, a young man with an immature face ran over: "Brother Cao?"

"Fry some shrimp and rice, make some egg soup, and cut up a plate of fruit."

"Okay." The young man ran off again.

"New here?" Yang Run glanced out and back, saw Cao Yang's face, "Your new hairstyle is very ugly, did anyone remind you?"

Cao Yang touched his shaved scalp, and a smile appeared on his gloomy face: "Didn't you remind me?"

Yang Run curled the corner of his mouth and said nothing, his fingers slid back and forth on the glass.The ice in the cup is gradually melting, and the water droplets hanging on the wall of the cup begin to slide down under the touch of fingers, forming a small pool of water on the table.

"That's my distant cousin, who doesn't know much about studying, so he learned how to cook. The family members were afraid that he would be bullied when he went out, so they put me here, but the cooking is really good." Cao Yang added.

Yang Run took a sip from the cup, pursed his lips, expressionless.

Cao Yang didn't mind either, he drank up the wine in his glass, the ice cubes poured into his mouth and chewed, and after he swallowed, he asked again: "Check everything?"

Yang Run nodded: "Zhuang Qin needs the most detailed information."

Cao Yang took out the ice bucket from the small freezer under the table, put a few pieces of ice into the glass, and filled it with wine.The white liquid reflected the light through the ice cubes and showed colorful rays of light. He threw another slice of lemon in and shook the glass gently.

"What do you think..." Yang Run asked, "How long will he last?"

"How do I know." Cao Yang said casually, "But this person, when he gets older, he wants to get married and settle down, and when he's tired of playing, he wants to find a comfortable and quiet place to stay for the rest of his life. Isn't that what chicken soup is like? What do you mean, when you get home after a tiring day, you hope someone at home is waiting for you."

"You think so too?" Yang Run held the wine glass and sipped it, "Want to get married? Want to stabilize?"

"I've wanted to stabilize a long time ago. Everything is ready, just someone agrees." Cao Yang's gaze was locked on the face of the person opposite, but Yang Run kept his head down, and the lens blocked his eyes. all emotions.

Fried rice came up, steaming hot with fragrance, tempting people's stomach.

"Didn't you eat tonight? Eat some, this fried rice is really good." Cao Yang nodded with his chin, while he nestled on the sofa, smoked a cigarette, and puffed slowly.

Yang Run was really hungry, he brought the plate to his lap without any politeness, and ate the rice with big mouthfuls.He never had to worry about his image in front of Cao Yang, but not in front of Zhuang Qin.He will try his best to show his best side, even if he only gets a look from the other party, his heart will jump for a long time.

After eating and drinking enough, Yang Run felt a bit sleepy, his eyes were in a daze while holding the wine glass, a few locks of hair that was originally neatly combed fell to his forehead, and he immediately looked younger by several years, looking cute and cute.

Cao Yang knew that this was the most suitable time for spiritual exploration, and he would never waste any chance to talk to Yang Run...

Zhuang Qin was half lying on the sofa, and asked the driver at home to take a photo of the milk cat and send it to his mobile phone so that Xiao Baozi could see it. There were more than a dozen photos, and he clicked on one at random, and immediately cursed out.

Mr. Zhuang specially emptied out a small room for sundries, bought various cat climbing frames, and hung several cat teasing sticks. Two bright yellow cats squatted on the top of the cat climbing frame, round and round. Staring at the camera with big eyes and a serious expression.The remaining few photos are of the old man playing with the cat. The old man in his sixties is holding a cat teasing stick to catch the cat, laughing hahaha, his face full of wrinkles.

"Tsk, what's there to be happy about, be careful to scratch your face!" Zhuang Qin complained while entering Wen Xiaoning's mobile phone number, and sent those few cat photos alone.

After a long time, Wen Xiaoning sent a text message: "Excuse me who?"

Zhuang Qin: "...I am Zhuang Qin." Is there even a need to ask this?Who else would send him pictures of cats but him!

"Oh, I'm sorry, what did you send me? My phone is quite old and has no memory, so I can't flash it." Wen Xiaoning sent a ^-^ symbol, it seems that his phone is indeed old, and even the expression Use this.

Zhuang Qin scratched his head, what the hell is this called: "I sent you a picture of a cat."

"You really posted it?" The other party was obviously surprised by this matter, "I thought you were joking."

Boss Zhuang squeezed his phone, squinted his eyes for luck, and it took him a long time to recover.He directly called the phone, and the phone was picked up before it rang twice: "You think I'm going to lie to you?" He was a little annoyed.

There was a hey laugh from the other end of the phone: "No, I was that day. I saw you were so scared, so I was a little worried..."

Zhuang Qin's face froze: "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I be so frightened!" Didn't he act quite normal at the time, what did he reveal! !Damn it, if he knew he would be spotted, he wouldn't have taken the cat away!

This is not a little leopard, this is clearly a little fox!

Wen Xiaoning continued to laugh: "What Mr. Zhuang says is what he says."

Zhuang Qin rolled his eyes at this sentence, and at the same time felt fresh: "Then you know that I am afraid, and you asked me to take the cat away, so you are not afraid that I will throw it away halfway."

"President Zhuang is not that kind of person." Wen Xiaoning's voice sounded very serious, "But are you really afraid of cats? Are you afraid of big cats or kittens?"

There is really no way to talk these days, Zhuang Qin thought about whether to hang up the phone, and then went straight to kill him and drag him out, and put him in the car for a while...

"I'm really not afraid of cats, I'm just afraid of them scratching me..." Because of desire.Looking, let his voice become low, and the sound of panting was like waves, and was photographed along the phone to the other party's ear.

"Aren't you afraid of cats because you are afraid of being scratched? But don't worry, my rhubarb child never scratches anyone, but he is a good boy." The clear and clear voice on the phone reminded Zhuang Qin of the person running on the court and sweating his youth. "Mr. Zhuang, do you have a cold? It sounds like your nose is stuffy?"

"No..." Zhuang Qin hummed, "How can I give you the photo?"

"Add me to QQ? Ah, Mr. Zhuang, maybe you don't play QQ, right? I'm not as sophisticated as MSN, can mailbox work?" Wen Xiaoning said with a smile.

"I have QQ..." Boss Zhuang moved to the study and turned on the computer. He thought he should get a notebook and put it in the living room for use at any time.

After adding QQ, the person's avatar jumped up and down happily, and the green font exuded vitality like this person: "Mr. Zhuang, where's the photo?"

Zhuang Qin hung up the phone and sent photos to the other party.

"Just these few photos? Mr. Zhuang, do you have a camera? Are they in your room? Let me take a look." The other party went ahead and clicked on the video.

Zhuang Qin opened the connection, and Wen Xiaoning's big face popped out immediately.Under the dim light, he was wearing a two-finger hurdle vest. His hair seemed to have just been washed, and it was messy and curled up, and some places were still dripping.

His pupils constricted a few times, and the heat surged.

"Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang?" The other party's voice came through the computer speaker, "Hey, Mr. Zhuang, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

Wen Xiaoning's eyes were wide open, full of worry.

I really want to eat you alive.

Zhuang Qin licked his lips and smiled: "Well, I got sick from being scared by cats, do you want to come and see me?"