night fire

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After replying to the message, Zhao Qiyan sighed in his heart about the touching friendship of classmates, took off his clothes, stepped on his pants, and went to the bathroom to take a bath leisurely. He didn't think of himself until he came out after washing and wiping his wet hair. I haven't had time to report Wu Yong's safety.

I don't know if Uncle Wu was cheated of money and sex during his absence—Zhao Qiyan casually hung the handkerchief for wiping his hair on the back of the chair, propped himself up on the bed with one hand, and used the other empty The hand that came out made a WeChat call to Wu Yong, but unexpectedly no one answered.

maybe busy?he thinks.

The exhaustion of the whole day of boating and driving also made him quite tired. He yawned a little, went to the bed with his chest down, closed his eyes, put his mobile phone on the bedside table, and fumbled for the phone on the bedside table. With the hair dryer, he blow-dried his hair casually for about 10 minutes. He wiped the tail of his hair and it was almost half-dry, turned over and fell asleep.

About 5 minutes later, he suddenly woke up, jumped up from the bed and unplugged the power cord of the hair dryer that was still in his hand.

"Click" sound.

The sound of the USB plug being pulled out was not too loud, but Lu Xiujin still felt that he was shocked.Maybe it's not accurate, that feeling is more like being flicked on the head.

He attributed this to the fact that his brain, which had not had much sleep and rested on whiskey and ice, was on the verge of death.The staff next to him threw the USB flash drive that had just been pulled out of the host to him, and lazily said: "Young Master Lu, take it, as long as you get to the place and export the contents, I can hack any monitoring for you. .”

"Hmm." Lu Xiujin didn't show any expression, he casually stuffed the small black USB drive into his pocket.

When he went out, he realized that the sky was completely lit up. There were not many people on the street in the early morning, and the air was cool enough. He shivered, and walked a few steps into a coffee shop on the street to order a cup of mocha. bring.

On the street, he bowed his head and took a sip. A small amount of chocolate sweetness stayed on the tip of his tongue, and was immediately covered by milky taste, leaving only bitterness in his mouth.

I don't know if it's because of the hot coffee that made him feel hot all over. For no reason, he felt that even the little thing in his pocket started to feel hot—maybe it was excitement, he thought.

He quickened his pace and threw the almost untouched coffee into the trash can at a certain intersection. With a bang, the coffee-colored liquid splashed out of the cup, leaving a few drops on the outer wall of the white cup. Nice marks.

After a sound of footsteps, the faint scent of coffee on the uninhabited street was blown away by the cold wind, leaving only a few wisps of sweetness left in the trash can still seducing two or three ants who got up early.

Lu Xiujin didn't go home, but went to a hotel where he usually stayed when he was out playing, and he had his own long-term suite there.There was no champagne and beauties that he was used to in the room, only a few friends gathered in the living room to play games, and when they saw him coming, they couldn't bear to take their eyes off the screen, and just raised their hands as a greeting.

He took off his coat, sat on the sofa and looked at the two computers that were vacant on the coffee table.

"Don't just play games," he leaned back on the sofa, his eyes cast down, "Is everything done?"

One of the people who was frantically typing on the keyboard and fighting bloody battle didn't look up, and said frantically, "Don't worry, we might not be able to do it if we were instructed by others..."

Another person wearing half earphones interrupted, "But who are you, aren't you Lu Xiujin? Hahaha, you are the fiercest tiger in the world!"

After finishing speaking, he made a big move and cursed.

Lu Xiujin crossed his legs on the coffee table, kicked over the computer on the coffee table without avoiding it, the mouse with bluetooth disconnected beeped twice on the ground, and one of the players who played the game glanced at it and turned his head away Go back and rejoin the fray.

Lu Xiujin stared at the tip of his shoe expressionlessly - he actually wanted to swear.

But he really couldn't find the next sentence that fit his mood, so he could only hold back his anger secretly in his heart.

There is no need to swear, but a sentence popped up in his mind; he suddenly remembered the first time he went to a nightclub, a small bar known for its expensive alcohol, and an uncle with hair that looked like hot corn Bragging at the bar, Lu Xiujin, who was still a junior high school student at the time, was wearing a western-style uniform of an aristocratic school, looking sullenly at the dancer in a short skirt under the stage lights.

It was not yet dark that day, and there was still sunlight coming in from the sky behind him on the floor; it was not dark yet, and some people were already getting drunk.

He hated that intoxication, for no reason.

The corn-burning uncle laughed and teased the girl beside him to drink, and whispered ambiguously.

As time passed, the number of people gradually increased, and the sky was completely dark.

Lu Xiujin suddenly understood where his disgust came from - he yearned for this kind of intoxication by nature.

"Sleeping Beauty doesn't wake up with kisses," he repeated the nonsense he heard in the bar that day, feeling a little ridiculous, covering his face with one hand, but a smile overflowed from his fingers, "... ...It must be the beauty who was awakened from sleep."

He, Lu Xiujin, was indeed born with bad seeds.

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