Lu Huaiyu closed his slightly sour eyes and rubbed his eyebrows.

After a while, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The two easels were quietly placed, and a children's painting was sandwiched on the lower easel.

Although the lines are simple and tender, they are vivid and vivid.

The painting is about a family of three, one with a little girl holding a woman in a red dress and a man in a suit and a ties on the left and right.

Lu Huaiyu's eyes gradually became darker, and he felt annoyance and lit a cigarette.

Before taking a few puffs, I remembered that there was a child at home, so I turned off the cigarette and got up to open the door and window to relieve the smell.

I picked up the cell phone on the coffee table and called.

Jian Qing walked out of the building and saw the wet water on the ground. She remembered that she had not taken her umbrella and turned it back.

The apartment is a one-staircase-style apartment. Within a few steps from the elevator, there was a clear smell of smoke coming from the aisle.

The door was open, and the man's low and very magnetic sound came from inside.

"Mianmian misses you, when will you come back to see her?"

Jian Qing saw the umbrella on the shelf at the door, and did not want to disturb the person inside. She held her breath and bowed her back, and tiptoed to the entrance.

After a while.

The man in the living room seemed to be out of patience and interrupted, "I don't want to hear anything else, I just hope you can fulfill your responsibilities as a mother."

"Mianmian is already three years old and needs to grow up in a complete and healthy family."

Even when I was angry, my voice was cold and nice.

“…”

Although she had watched too many scenes of a couple, and reasoning, it was already gentle, she still couldn't help feeling uncomfortable and wanted to stay away from this atmosphere as soon as possible.

Jian Qing picked up the umbrella on the shelf, turned around and left, noticing that the shoulder strap of the drawing board hooked the vase placed on the shoe cabinet.

Bang-

The wooden vase fell to the ground, making a sudden sound in the quiet space.

Jian Qing's heart suddenly reached his throat, and ran away like a conditioned reflex, rushing directly into the elevator, as if there were floods and beasts behind him.

As long as the elevator door is closed fast enough, I will not be able to catch up with her.

Cen Yu frowned and pushed away the makeup artist's hand, "What's your voice?"

Lu Huaiyu glanced out of the door and saw only the white back swaying past, and the vase at the entrance rolled back and forth on the ground.

He said lightly: "It's okay, I accidentally bumped into the vase."

He ran out of patience and issued an ultimatum to Cen Yu, "If I don't come back within this week, I will send your daughter to the Shen family and let the two elders of the Shen family meet their good granddaughter."

When Cen Yu heard this, he became anxious and knew that Lu Huaiyu's temperament always said the same thing, "Don't--"

Before she could finish speaking, the phone was ruthlessly hung up.

The woman's beautiful and delicate face was tugged into a ball and said to her assistant: "Let me find a way to free up a day this week."

The tutoring location is one from Nanda University to the east and the other is the west, which is very far apart.

Jian Qing took the subway for an hour and returned to school after half an hour of bus.

As soon as I entered the school gate, I received a WeChat message from my good friend Lin Yi.

Lin Yi: [I had my homework in the studio all night and was in trouble. I went back to bed first. Remember to come to the "disappear" bar at night.]

Today is Jian Qing’s birthday. Lin Yi had already made an appointment with her to celebrate her birthday after "disappearing".

The bar streets at night are bright and the wine are blooming, and the souls who are unwilling to be lonely are wandering everywhere.

The ‘Vanish’ bar is hidden in an extremely inconspicuous corner, which is very consistent with its name.

The signboard has a pure black base, and even the name of the signboard is black, as if it is afraid that someone will see what is written on it.

However, such an inconspicuous bar is quite famous on this street, and has made many bands famous. Many people who play music want to "disappear" and sing in a resident singing manner.

When Lin Yi's band got the opportunity to hang vocals, she was very excited and said that she would have to watch her debut.

They ran into their heads at the bar door.

"Have you been here before?" Lin Yi was familiar with the way, pushed open the red and old door and walked down the cement stairs.

He was chewing gum in his mouth, and his arms were lazily placed on Jian Qing's shoulders, as if he had no bones.

The layout of the bar is still the same as it was three years ago.

The narrow corridor can only hold the two of them side by side, dark and cramped, and the dirty walls along the road are covered with old black and white photos.

Jian Qing was in a complicated mood and couldn't get excited. He said lightly: "I've been here once."

Lin Yi's mind was full of the next performance, and he didn't see her strangeness.

A young man appeared in the narrow passage, with a shaved beard, wearing a small dreadlocked braid, carrying a guitar on his back, and shouted at them: "Linzi, come here quickly, I'll wait for you."

"Come on--" Lin Yi nodded to him and turned around to explain to Jian Qing, "I asked my friend to leave a seat for you near the stage, and you can sit and wait for your brother to explode the whole audience."

Jian Qing clapped her tacitly and said with a smile: "I'm sorry for your hair if I don't blow it up."

For this performance, Lin Yi specially dyed a short green hair, which was eye-catching.

She was wearing a silver nailed heavy industry vest, a black leather jacket, and two or three interlaced silver nailed earrings on her ear bones.

He is about 1.75 meters tall, and his eyebrows are heroic. At first glance, he thought he was a handsome guy.

After passing through the dim passage, the light inside became dimmer and the shop was filled with people.

The resident singer on the stage was a handsome and handsome boy, with a clean shirt and blue jeans, sitting in a high chair holding a guitar, singing gently.

The soft and clear singing lingers in my ears is JJ Lin's "There Will Be A Day".

Singing—

I'm leaving, stop crying.

Don't be sad, please believe me.

The waiter took her to a reserved seat on the bar.

The bartender threw up the bartender pot and steadily caught it, "What should I drink?"

Jian Qing didn't drink, but was embarrassed to sit down, so she ordered a glass for Lin Yi and waited for her to finish the performance.

A woman in a red suspender dress was sitting next to her. Her long burgundy hair was draped over her shoulders, and her makeup was very heavy, and the perfume smell on her body was strong.

She turned her head while shaking a blue cocktail, "Sister, come out to play alone?"

Jian Qing shook her head, "Wait for someone."

"Wait for the man?" The woman in red dress had a clear expression, her slender legs crossed, and the already short skirt slid upwards, revealing a large area of ​​skin.

Jian Qing shrugged and refused to say anything, too lazy to explain more.

"Seeing that you are still very young, my sister will teach you how to find it. Look there." The woman in the red dress lightly tapped her shoulders in one direction.

Following the direction of her small movement, Jian Qing looked up.

I could see the man trapped in the booth at a glance.

Her side face was hidden in the dark light, half bright and half vague, her eyes drooped slightly, and she leaned lazily on the sofa.

The black hair hangs to the forehead, the face is three-dimensional, and the eyebrows are delicate.

The neckline of the white shirt is unbuttoned on the top two buttons, the collarbone is deep, the cuffs are casually rolled up, and the lines of the arms are tight and sexy.

The index finger with distinct joints hits the tabletop in a row, listening to the people next to him talking, nodding and nodding, looking very serious, and seemingly wandering outside the incident.

Every move is full of noble elegance.

"How is it? It's the best. If I sleep until he's asleep today, it won't be in vain." The woman took out the makeup mirror from her small leather bag and tried to put on a lipstick.

"..." Jian Qing stared silently at the target who was taken by the woman, "What if they get married?"

Although it seemed to her a shaky marriage.

"So what? Isn't it just for fun?" The woman in red dress smiled contemptuously, lifted her hair, and walked towards the deck with a swaying posture.

Soon he sat down next to the man, he did not refuse, and the woman's long burgundy hair was placed on his arm.

Jian Qing looked at their figures, withdrew her gaze, lowered her head and turned on her phone.

Calculate the recent income and leave the living expenses for this month, and transfer the rest to an anonymous account through a bank card.

Enter the transfer amount: 10000

The light of the screen shone on her face, reflecting a beautiful and fair outline.

Her eyes fell on the [Transfer Postscript], and her fingertips slowly rubbed the rough cell phone case.

Thinking about what the woman said just now, I didn’t know that after a long time, I typed out a line of words at once—
Chapter completed!