put wildness in his heart

Chapter 12 Do you want to read it?

"Isn't this contrasting cuteness very popular recently?" Wen Miao held her chin and said thoughtfully, "It's the kind where the little wolf dog and the little milk dog seamlessly switch."

"..." Lin Er couldn't help but glanced at the deaf Boss Shen again.

It's a good thing he can't understand the dialect, otherwise Wen Miao might have to give his life here today.

After talking about Buttocks, Duck Shop, and Little Fairy, Wen Miao let out a "hey" with a lot of meaning, and finally added: "But having said that, I don't know if he has eight-pack abs?"

"..." After this well-founded analysis, Boss Shen, who hadn't responded for a long time, finally put the Coke can in his hand on the bar, and raised his head slowly, with a pair of eyes as cold as an abyss He stared at Wen Miao for a moment, and then replied in Jiangzhou dialect that couldn't be more standard: "Yes, do you want to see it?"

Wen Miao: "...?"

Ah? ? ?
The young man's cold and soft voice caught his ears, and Wen Miao petrified on the spot.

She was idle and bored, and she was holding the side of the phone between her fingers, shaking it once and for all. As soon as Shen Jiayu's words came out, the movement of her hand stopped, and the phone she was holding slid down, "Papa Ji" landed on the bar counter, making a crisp "pop", as if hitting her face.

Because the resident singer in the bar was singing a lyrical folk song, the rhythm was slow and relatively quiet, so Shen Jiayu's voice was particularly clear on the guitar strings.

Lin Er couldn't bear to continue looking down, and couldn't bear to look directly, so he turned his head away.

Alas……

I've never seen a face-slapping scene so fast.

Facing those bottomless black eyes, Wen Miao opened her eyes wide in confusion, and stumbled unconsciously when speaking: "Ah, ah? You...you can understand the dialect?"

Shen Jiayu stared at her expressionlessly, and spoke slowly, slurring each word: "I'm sorry, I'm a native of Jiangzhou."

Wen Miao: "..."

Large social death scene.

If there was a crack in the ground, Wen Miao had already slipped in quietly right now.

Shen Jiayu stared at her for two seconds without knowing it, and then straightened up again, as if he had suppressed the emotion, his expression calmed down a little, and he asked her again with a half-smile in his eyes: "Are you curious?" Do I have eight-pack abs? Let you see for yourself, huh?"

Wen Miao: "..."

No thanks.

It turned out that there was such a small episode, Wen Miao couldn't sit still at the bar, she deliberately ignored Shen Jiayu's seeming scrutiny, and swallowed the Sprite in front of her in one gulp, then pulled up Lin Er went up to the second floor stiffly.

When turning around, Wen Miao could still feel the gaze of that Boss Shen.

The heavy gaze seemed to have turned into long needles, and the needles pierced her back, causing Wen Miao to walk on the same hands and feet.

The second and third floors of the bar are boxes.

Qi Cheng directly booked the largest room with his wealth. When Wen Miao opened the door and entered, the sound of DJ music inside was playing deafeningly, and the strong smell of alcohol and tobacco mixed together and hit his face.

With a glass of untouched cocktail in his hand, Qi Cheng walked freely and freely among the crowd like a sociable little butterfly.

There were about forty or fifty people in the room. Wen Miao glanced over and saw a few familiar faces who were also wearing school uniforms. Qi Cheng had a mixed circle of friends and a wide range of contacts. Half of these people who came were not students.

There were those in their 25s and [-]s, those in their [-]s, and those in their early thirties. There were even a few fashionable old men who loved disco culture in the crowd.

Hearing the movement from the door, Qi Xiaodie immediately put down the special cocktail in his hand, and greeted him with a bright smile like a sunflower: "Ouch! Ouch-Master Cat! My Lord! You two are finally here."

"..." Lin Er was directly let go by him.

The enthusiasm was too much for her to bear.

Lin Er took a glass of juice casually, nodded slightly to Qi Cheng as a greeting, and then found a quiet place to stay by himself.

Qi Cheng yelled twice, pushed everyone around to the side, and freed up the C seat in the middle of the sofa, and wiped it with his sleeve carelessly on the sofa, and then continued to greet courteously: "Come here, Master Cat, you sit here."

He was babbling like a singer in a big drama: "You always invite you to take a seat——"

Wen Miao: "..."

Brother, do you have that serious illness?

All the men, women and children around looked at him like they were insane.

"come!"

Qi Cheng was still babbling, but Wen Miao rolled his eyes and reached out to slap his paw away: "Are you an idiot?"

"Master Cat scolds well—wow." Qi Cheng is like a heartless bastard, he just grinned foolishly when he was scolded, and even stretched out his thumb to give her a sincere thumbs-up, " If you call it stupid, call it coercion! Civilization is fucking better!"

Wen Miao: "..."

Brother, I think you really have that serious illness.

(End of this chapter)