She is soft on my heart

Chapter 138 Mints

The ambient lantern on the top turned slowly, and the ambiguous halo crossed the singing stage, covering him. His shoulders were relaxed, one hand was on his lap, and the other was holding the microphone. Singing tired and lazy.

He kept his eyes on the girl on the sofa, his dark gaze seemed to carry a thick and inexhaustible tenderness, some small changes were made to the song, and there was a touching emotion in his throat.

"Come closer

The heat of both hands melts the distance

By your side, the night will not be afraid

do you say ok
How I miss the next moment, the next second

I have your answer..."

They faced each other, separated by a table and some distance, the shadows of the lights were dazzling, but the two eyes looked at each other without interference.

His voice resounded in every corner of the box, especially in her ears, and reached her heart, making it pulsate.

Li Xing sat with a small body stiff, and the palms of her hands resting on her knees were inexplicably sweaty, and the air surrounding her suddenly heated up, but it didn't seem to be because of the heat.

It was as if he had set up an invisible vortex around her in all directions, using affection as a bait, and using his voice to seduce her, she was about to be unable to resist.

The box was immersed in Jiang Cong's pregnant voice for a moment, and several girls leaned against each other and couldn't help singing along in a low voice.

At this moment, what they saw sitting there singing was no longer Mr. Jiang, but a boy who had his own heart...

The song gradually slowed down, Jiang Cong watched her, and at the end of the last few sentences, he slowed down, as if whispering.

"My way

waiting for you to say yes I do
It's the truth I love you too."

The lingering sound has not yet dissipated, and the style of painting changes suddenly. The group of boys who are playing cards and drinking too much rush over, like crazy fans, blocking the two people's sight.

Feng Cheng: "Don't stop me! Brother Cong! I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"

The rest asked: "How many children?!"

Feng Cheng shouted: "Give birth to a litter!!!"

Jiang Cong: "..."

"I want to break up with you, Brother Cong, you are so fucking handsome that you have no friends!"

A few of them were half-drunk and arguing with Jiang Cong, the microphone stand fell down, and the box was full of joy again.

There was no one on the side sofa in an instant. Yang Lang grabbed Ru Ling's neck and twisted half of her body, causing her to cough violently. After coughing, he elbowed him and cursed: "Dead black coal ball, you want to strangle me?!"

Yang Lang didn't let go of her, Ru Ling could see his face as soon as he turned his head, she suddenly stopped struggling, and frowned, "Looking so close, black coal balls..."

Yang Lang and his brothers put their arms around her nicely, "What's wrong?"

Ru Ling: "Your eyes are even smaller."

Yang Lang: "...the small eyes focus on the light."

Knowing that he drank a lot, Ru Ling didn't bother with him anymore, but bumped his head, "Let go, you idiot."

Yang Lang suddenly looked at her, and said seriously: "Smelly Wanzi, I don't want to be friends with you anymore."

Ru Ling smiled, "Then break up the friendship."

"Can't you think in another direction?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere between the two suddenly became weird, and there was a weird silence.

The corners of Ru Ling's mouth froze, and the distance that was not a big deal in normal times made her panic. She clutched her clothes, her eyes froze, and she dodged a little. She panicked, not because of resistance, but because of accident.

She pouted her lips and warned: "Yang Lang, you must dare to talk nonsense..."

Before she finished speaking, a gust of hot air blew into her ears, and Yang Lang approached her neck, "I'm going to..."

Ru Ling's heart twitched, anticipating and awkward.

"...your father."

Ru Ling: "..."

Yang Lang let go of his hand, and laughed meanly as usual, but Ru Ling was not enraged as usual, she went to beat him and scold him, she looked very calm, maybe she hadn't recovered.

"Why? Are you stupid?" Yang Lang waved his hands in front of her eyes, and said with a teasing tone, "No way, what do you think I'm going to say?"

Ru Ling smiled, and said relaxedly: "I didn't think so, you can expect the words that come out of your mouth."

Then she punched him, "Go away, don't get in my eyes."

Yang Lang messed up her short hair, so he ran to the crowded area to join in the fun.

Ru Ling sat for a while, straightening her messy hair with her hands. She took a bottle of beer and knocked on the edge of the table to open the lid.

Not everyone is as daring as Jiang Cong, what he wants is specific and clear.

And most of the time, they are cowards.

……

Jiang Cong frowned and escaped from the group of lunatics, looked towards the sofa, scanned around, and found that the little girl was gone, and the down jacket she had taken off was still in place.

Jiang Cong stepped out of the private room, and the corridor outside was bright. He looked left and right, and there was no one there. When he walked to the left, lively music and noisy voices could be faintly heard from the rooms he passed.

He turned a few turns but still couldn't find it, and was about to go back in another direction when he caught a glimpse of a small figure in the stairwell through the crack of the white door.

Jiang Cong stopped, approached quietly, and peeked in.

The little girl was leaning against the wall, her face was a little red, she fanned her cheeks, and patted her chest to exhale.

Jiang Cong held back, but couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Li Xingchen was startled, his black eyes rolled around, he stretched out his hand to push the door open, and saw Jiang Cong outside, leaning against the other half of the door, with an obvious smile on his face.

She was stunned for a moment, and then she tried to hide the truth and explained: "I, I came out because I was stuffy inside... to take a breath."

Jiang Cong murmured "Oh", which means "you can't hide it from me, but I'll give you a face so I won't reveal it".

Li Xingchen lowered his eyes, retracted his hand, and the door was about to close automatically.

Jiang crossed his hand to hold the door, and when he walked in, the door slammed shut.

The safe stairwell is quiet.

Jiang leaned against the door with his shoulder, and looked at her with a half-smile, "Does it sound good?"

Li Xingchen's eyes fell on the ground, and he nodded slowly.

Muffled by the rattling sound of his clothes, Jiang Cong took out a small box of mints from his pocket, put one in his mouth, and stretched out the box, "Candy?"

Li Xingchen raised his eyes slightly, looked at the blue aluminum candy box in his hand, pursed his lips, and spread his palms, "Eat one."

Jiang Cong poured one into her hand, closed the lid and threw it back into his pocket.

Li Xingchen put the sugar into his mouth, and the cool mint taste melted in his mouth.

Jiang Cong stared at her face, lowered his eyelashes suddenly, and his eyes drifted to her light pink lips, "Is it sweet?"

Li Xingchen: "Yes."

Jiang Cong smiled, "I also want to taste whether it is sweet or not."

Li Xing paused, and looked up at him suspiciously, "Aren't you also there..."

"Do you want to eat?" Without saying a word, the bright white light in front of him was suddenly blocked, and the shadow fell from the top of his head.

The boy suddenly approached, forcing her to press her back against the wall subconsciously, and before she had time to react, the back of her head was pinned, and she was forced to tilt her head up slightly. The next moment she met his dark eyes, he lowered his head, his thin lips fell down.

His mouth seemed to be sucked lightly, less than two seconds.

Almost when Jiang Cong finished all these and leaned back to the door with an old godlike expression as if nothing had happened, Li Xingchen's brain was still shutting down...

Is it... an illusion?

(End of this chapter)