night fire

It was already late at night, and the bar would close in less than two hours. The number of customers gradually decreased, and the venue became much deserted.Zhao Qiyan said a few words to the person who came to take over the shift and was about to leave, but he didn't expect to be stopped by someone.

"Zhao Qiyan—"

Lu Xiujin looked at him lying on the back of the booth sofa, resting his chin on his arm, squeezing a little bit of flesh on his cheek, and staring at Zhao Qiyan eagerly.

Zhao Qiyan: "Don't pretend to be cute."

Lu Xiujin raised his eyes: "I didn't—"

Zhao Qiyan: "Say something quickly, and fart quickly."

Lu Xiujin stood up and walked up to him step by step, not forgetting to put his hands in his pockets.

"Hey, did you change your clothes?"

"Ah."

Perhaps it was because Lu Xiujin didn't say any more ambiguous words, Zhao Qiyan was a little more patient with him.

"It's beautiful and fits well."

"yes."

Zhao Qiyan looked down at the loose cuffs. If he remembered correctly, it was an oversized coat. Song Han's gang of girls had been wearing it as a skirt, and the hem of the dress could directly cover the buttocks.

On the contrary, he is quite slim in his clothes - it seems that the girls are really too thin, and they have to respond to the manager, give them more food supplements, and make them look more fleshy.

Lu Xiujin really thinks that Zhao Qiyan looks good in this outfit - what is it called?Neutral style, boyfriend style!He felt that he had a really good eye, and the girl he fell in love with could be both powerful and handsome, one against a hundred.

It's just that he has a bad temper.

He originally waited here to argue with Zhao Qiyan—for some reason, it might be because he drank too much alcohol, his stomach was connected to his brain, and he was so drunk that he forgot his original purpose for a while.

At first, I simply wanted to praise this bad-tempered "girl" and tell "her" that she was pretty.

The poor young master Lu glanced up and down, wanting to boast a few more words, then his eyes widened - Zhao Qiyan followed his gaze and lowered his head.

In the open denim jacket, the black vest is pressed against the chest, outlining the slight ups and downs.

It's definitely not the reason why the chest muscles have swelled from eating too much chicken breast recently - Zhao Qiyan is a hundred sure.

He thought: It turns out that the girl's vest has a breast pad inside, and I have learned a lot.

Lu Xiu would like to think: So it is not so A, this is so happy.

Just as Young Master Lu was about to open his mouth to praise Zhao Qiyan, he was stared at by Zhao Qiyan.

Then Zhao Qiyan pulled his clothes and left with a sullen face.

He was very unhappy: what are you looking at, haven't you seen anyone wearing women's clothing?

He didn't go far, and stopped at the street corner outside the bar, leaning against a wall in a daze.

The location of the bar is off the beaten path, and further inside is the factory and prefabricated houses. If you want to go back to the city center or university town, this intersection is the only way to go.

The weather was a bit cold, so he buttoned his jacket one by one from bottom to top. Before he could button the last one, the person he was waiting for came.

Several people who looked like students walked out talking and laughing.

Acne with a bruised nose and a swollen face walked in the front with a displeased face, and he pretended not to hear his companion calling him several times.

Zhao Qiyan stood up straight facing their direction, and brushed his hair.

The group was waiting for the bus on the side of the road, and while chatting, they saw Zhao Qiyan who was alone in the night at a glance.

A boy with an inch cut held onto Acne and whispered something in his ear. Acne, who was originally impatient, gradually changed his expression, and looked towards Zhao Qiyan's position in disbelief.

Zhao Qiyan waved to him.

Acne was actually a bit scared, but the buddies around him were coaxing and encouraging him, and his masculine self-esteem was greatly satisfied at once, and he remembered that Zhao Qiyan couldn't do anything to him in the nightclub just now, That young master seemed to be annoyed by Zhao Qiyan, and didn't bother him later.

He was a little flustered for a while, and after saying hello to his brothers, he walked towards Zhao Qiyan.

Zhao Qiyan still looked quiet, watching him quietly.

In the dark night, Zhao Qiyan couldn't see the expression on Zhao Qiyan's face clearly. He just looked at the other person's slender and slender figure, and remembered the first meeting under the flashing neon lights in the nightclub. to his sweet dreams.

That's right, she must be an extremely connotative beauty, unwilling to commit herself to that arrogant and domineering son-in-law, but has taken a fancy to his handsomeness under the acne, and treats him shyly at this time to express her love.

The pimples must be due to the fact that there are too many male frequency websites, full of unrealistic fantasies, and ecstatic thoughts, he walked up to Zhao Qiyan without asking anything, Zhao Qiyan just looked back at him, and he obediently followed him away.

In fact, Zhao Qiyan also found it quite strange—this whelk didn't look like a personable person, and it was beyond his expectation that he didn't bring a brother for a date.

He specially tuned a remote alley without monitoring. The nearby area was an undeveloped community with few street lights. The moon was dark and the wind was high, which was suitable for fighting.

In the dim moonlight, he asked: "Do you know why I didn't hit you in the store just now?"

Acne is infinitely rippling: "Hitting is kissing and scolding is love... Girls can't take the initiative..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the other party smile.

Zhao Qiyan took a step forward, and the shadow behind his feet was infinitely elongated by the moonlight.

Acne looked at Zhao Qiyan with some infatuation, and was surprised that the other party was taller than him—those scumbags (Note: āzā, "臜" is the same as "臜".) So they took more than half of their thoughts.

Then Zhao Qiyan said calmly: "Because there is monitoring."

He took a step back, and only then was he suddenly afraid. He was so weak that he was far away from the village and the store, which was really bad, but he still had a bit of sanity, thinking that he would not be bullied by a girl if he was a good boy. go.

So he said stubbornly: "Yes, there is no surveillance here, I just took off your skirt and let you call me good brother, it's okay."

This sentence seemed to touch Zhao Qiyan's point of laughter.

He smiled, his eyes rolled, and his gaze brightened.

"It's a pity that it can't be as you wish."

He said with some regret.

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Yan Yan: Ma Ma, look, here is my mixed martial arts certificate and black belt in Taekwondo!