put wildness in his heart

Chapter 14
Taking advantage of this gap, He Yin carefully sized up the pair of young couples on the opposite side, and finally came to his senses: "Damn it, why did I always feel that this man looked familiar since just now, and when we talked about getting married? This topic suddenly came to my mind, isn't this the fucking husband of sister Xian's best friend?"

Wen Miao tilted her head, a little interested: "Sister Xian's best friend?"

"That's right." He Yin reminded in a low voice, "Master Cat, have you forgotten? Didn't we go to a wedding banquet with Sister Xian during this summer vacation? Isn't this the male protagonist of that wedding banquet?"

Ah, Wen Miao immediately had an impression.

"I also recognize this woman." He Yin's tone was full of irrepressible gossip, "It should be from the bridesmaids of the bride. I remember she received the bouquet and went up excitedly. Kissed the bride and said thank you sister."

Wen Miao: "..."

This is really a field where the fat and water don't flow to outsiders, and the rabbits gnaw on the grass beside the nest.

Wen Miao had a good impression of the young lady who was the bride. The young lady spoke softly, her eyes were big, and when she smiled, her eyes were crooked. Knowing that Wen Miao and the others were still students, she specially asked someone to put the paper on their table. Liquor has been replaced by juice drinks.

Today, there is a verdant green prairie above the young lady's head.

And the man who gave her this prairie has no guilt at all, and is still talking about "true love is innocent", hey... How many mothers in the family are so crazy?

The little third girl who was connoted had already slapped the table and stood up, looking at this side with a pair of big watery eyes: "What did you just say?"

Wen Miao put the ring on the tip of her index finger, and turned it casually, her tone was a little boring: "I said that Yuelao's garbage sorting is really good, you two are a perfect match. "

Little Third Sister: "..."

After being silent for half a second, the third girl turned her head and complained to the man aggrievedly: "Husband, look at her, how can she talk about our feelings?"

Wen Miao got goosebumps all over her arms from the coquettish "husband".

Alas……

Kind of disgusting.

The man was overwhelmed by the sound of husband, and immediately slapped the table and got up, yelling: "How are you talking?!"

Wen Miao didn't bother to talk to him, and she didn't give him one out of the corner of her eye. She propped up the bar with one hand, jumped off the high chair neatly, turned around and walked towards the door.

Withdrew, I didn't want to eat dinner at night if I stayed any longer.

As a result, after walking two steps, a man raised his voice from behind: "Hey! I'm calling you! Wait, don't go, let's talk, you can tell me clearly—"

Wen Miao just pretended to hear a fart.

Talk to your mother, let's go.

When going out, Liner happened to come over from the balcony.

Lin Er has never been very interested in this kind of gathering, and after making a symbolic appearance, she planned to go home, and Wen Miao happened to meet her at the door.

The two went out of the bar together.

It gets dark early in winter, only at six o’clock, and the surroundings are already in deep twilight. At the end of the year, the water is thin and the mountains are cold, and the sea breeze is mixed with moist water mist. people.

In this season when everyone can't wait to wrap down jackets, cotton jackets and thick blankets around their bodies, there are some people who want to be unique, stand out from the crowd, and stand out from the crowd.

For example, the one in front of you.

A very flamboyant red supercar was parked by the side of the road, and a man was sitting in the driver's seat, biting a long dark cigarette. The man casually looked down at his phone. The window was lowered, revealing a beautiful and amorous picture profile.

She was very young, about 26 or [-] years old, with delicate eyebrows and eyes that were even a little frivolous.

It was a face that resembled Lin Er's seven points.

As if he heard the commotion here, the man turned his head and looked over here, then raised his eyebrows, stepped forward with his long legs, supported the door frame with one hand, and slowly got out of the car.

Wen Miao saw his autumn attire from a long distance away, a dark gray coat, the coat was unbuttoned, revealing the white shirt inside, the collar of the shirt was unbuttoned, and the two thin collarbones were casual. The movement of him getting up appeared and disappeared.

That coat looked thinner than life.

He didn't go this way, he lazily held the car door and waited for them to pass.

Wen Miao couldn't help exclaiming: "It's amazing, Papa Lin is a tough guy, I'm already wearing long johns today, and he's still celebrating the beginning of autumn."

"...Master Cat, please, don't praise him anymore, if you praise him again, he will go to heaven."

The tough guy's daughter replied.

After approaching, Wen Miao waved her hand to greet Lin Yi'an: "Papa Lin—"

Lin Yi'an pinched his cigarette, raised his beautiful phoenix eyes slightly, tilted his head and smiled: "Long time no see, kid."

The voice was pleasant in an instant, three points tired, seven points lazy.

He is very discerning, and when he speaks, the tail of the word is still hooked upwards, which will always appear to be too ambiguous to people's ears, like whispering to a lover in love.

(End of this chapter)