Chapter 301: The Loneliness of Hearts Like Smoke (Part 2)

Drunk over Yang Yan's face, the charming woman who was wandering in the pure and charming face gently lifted her hair hanging from her temples, and her body was half lying on the table. Qin Mu shook his head slightly and said slowly: "It is not a good idea to drown his sorrow with wine."

Yang Yan shook her head, her eyes were a little straight, and she seemed to have measured it. Her little mouth pursed slightly, her voice was vague after being drunk. She raised her eyelids and glanced at Qin Mu, and murmured: "I have no friends. If you don't accompany me today, when I become famous in the future, don't say you know me." As she said that, she continued to get the wine bottle.

Qin Mu reached out and pressed Yang Yi's little hand. At this touch, Yang Yi felt that Yang Yi's skin was slightly hot. He took the bottle, opened his mouth and drank the remaining wine, and smiled and said, "The wine is gone, let's go to the banquet."

"It's gone? You dream. Today I'll drink it once. If I want to drink it like this in the future, I won't have that chance." Yang Yan stood up shakingly, held the chair and took a long breath, pointed to the cabinet and said, "There's some wine."

Qin Mu knew that the wine could not be drunk anymore, and Yang Yan was obviously in a state of dizziness after being drunk. He leaned back and said softly: "I have paid attention to your affairs, and I have already asked someone to do it."

Yang Yan shook her hand, and now she was left with a sense of confusion and fear of the future, and she didn't take Qin Mu's words as if they were just comforting. What's more, even if she listened to Qin Mu's words seriously, she would probably just leave. The drunk people would not listen to anything, only the little things in their hearts.

"Drinking, drinking, talking about those things is too boring." Yang Yan walked towards the wine cabinet. Drinking half a bottle of white wine in one breath, even if it was low-grade, would be enough for this little woman. Seeing that she had been walking hard, Qin Mu quickly stood up and wanted to stop her from going crazy. If the woman in Beiliao knew a trait, she would really have a kind of momentum of death.

Qin Mu grabbed a few steps and was about to take the wine on the cabinet away from Yang Yan's sight when he felt a gust of fragrant wind thrust into Qin Mu's body. She was wearing high heels today, and her steps became weak after drinking. Qin Mu moved the wine, and the focus of her sight was inaccurate, so she couldn't step on the point under her feet. When she loosened her right foot, the high heels tilted and fell down.

Qin Mu quickly reached out to hold Yang Yu, and the white jade arm on the lilac dress was held in Qin Mu's hand. This posture was a bit ambiguous, and Yang Yu's head immediately leaned on Qin Mu's shoulder. The slight fragrance between his hair and neck was mixed with a faint smell of alcohol to Qin Mu's nose, making him smile bitterly: "You are drunk, I will help you to rest."

As he said that, Qin Mu shook his head and stopped Yang Yan's weak and boneless body and slowly walked towards the lounge.

Yang Yan couldn't help but move his head closer to Qin Mu's neck, muttering, "Dad, why are you treating me like this? I am your daughter and your daughter." After that, Qin Mu felt a hint of dampness on his neck. He looked around and saw that Yang Yan's long eyelashes were covered with tears, and he hid in Qin Mu's arms and sobbed quietly.

It is not that easy to go into the entertainment industry, and the sadness behind it is somewhat unknown. Qin Mu sighed, opened the door of the lounge, and held Yang Yan and let her lie on the bed-shaped sofa.

Yang Yan's nerves seemed to have become numb, and she let tears fall down her eyelashes. Qin Mu turned around and poured a cup of tea, handed it to Yang Yan, and said, "If you feel wronged, you will cry. If you hold it in your heart, you will easily get sick."

Yang Yan's head moved, looked at Qin Mu with a confused look, and struggled after drinking, suddenly asked, "County Magistrate Qin, do you look down on us singing groups?"

"How could it be? I think artists should be respected as long as they respect themselves. They are using their own artistic cells to enrich people's lives." Qin Mu smiled, handed the tea again, and said, "Drink some water and get rid of the smell of alcohol."

Yang Yan took the cup blankly and slowly sat up. Seeing that her movements were difficult, Qin Mu helped her, but he didn't see the red frost on Yang Yan's face because of his movements.

The two of them were speechless. Yang Yi put the teacup beside his mouth and took a sip, holding the teacup casually and put it on his knees. A self-deprecating smile flashed across the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "We are just singing people, standing on the stage waiting for others to cheer. When the audience is satisfied, we will continue. When the audience is not satisfied, we will wait for scolding."

Qin Mu took out a cigarette and lit it, and sighed.

"That time in Haichao Dance Hall, you helped me to relieve my siege. I am very grateful to you. But at that time, I was thinking to myself that you are really a prodigal person. You don't even say that you can throw it out without saying anything. I can't make so much money in a year or two."

Qin Mu smiled and continued to listen to Yang Yan's drunken words similar to his inner monologue.

But Qin Mu did not expect that Yang Yan's memory was as timeless and clear as a stream flowing, recalling many scenes of meeting him, talking about her own feelings, and her impression of Qin Mu.

It was not until the last time that the girl picked up the teacup and drank two sips. The wine in her eyes faded a little, and she looked at Qin Mu calmly.

There was a fire hidden in Yang Yan's eyes, which made Qin Mu feel a little confused. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was already past ten o'clock in the evening. He stood up and said, "It's already very late. Where do you live, I'll give it to you."

Yang Yan shook his head, a little sadness appeared on his face, and murmured: "I know you still look down on me. You officials, I know what you think."

It was said that he spoke the truth after drinking, but Qin Mu became interested, sat down again, and said with interest: "Then tell me, what is the official picture?" After that, Qin Mu lit another cigarette and waved the smoke.

"What are you trying to do?" Yang Yan put his hand behind his head and took off the hairpin pinned on his hair. The long hair, which was like clouds, was freed from the constraints, and the mercury vented down the ground, adding Yang Yan a bit of a hazy beauty after drinking.

Qin Mu felt his heart beat rapidly a few times, coughed awkwardly, and quickly looked at the side, and his hands holding the cigarette trembled slightly. This is a very common characteristic of a man, so Qin Mu naturally cannot escape the vulgarity. What's more, the woman in front of him was his only idol, and now she showed a charming womanly atmosphere in front of her. This psychological contrast really made him feel a little unable to adapt.

"What are you trying to do?" Yang Yan repeated again, raised his head quietly, stared at Qin Mu and said slowly: "Isn't it all like this, money, and women?"

Qin Mu frowned, turned around and looked at Yang Yan seriously, and said with a gloomy face: "It is undeniable that you have indeed encountered some dark things, but you cannot generalize them. We always have the people in our hearts, and your opinion is a bit stubborn."

"Doing into a stubborn horn?" Yang Yan suddenly screamed and stood up angrily. The powerlessness after drinking made her body sway a few times. Her eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness. Tears flowed down her cheeks, and she used her best to refute Qin Mu's words: "You don't have to hide it anymore, I'll see you clearly."

As he said that, Yang Yan seemed to be crazy, broke his hair apart, and then pulled the zipper on the side of the dress with one hand. Qin Mu felt something was wrong, so he heard Yang Yan shouting almost vent his anger: "Don't everyone just look at me young and look at me beautiful? Instead of giving them, it's better to give you a discount, at least I like you." As he said that, his little hands churned, and the lilac dress quietly slid down her body.

Qin Mu's eyes suddenly became cold, and he looked at Yang Yan's indulgence after being drunk.

Yang Yan's slender hands slowly slid across every strand of skin on her body, making it look particularly crystal clear in the hazy light in the room. Two smears of pure white cloth at three points added a mysterious color to her gracefulness.

"It's over." Qin Mu said coldly, and he pushed half of the smoke into the ashtray.

"I've been so open-minded. Any persistence and art are all lies and deceitful!" Yang Yan's tears were rushing wildly, but there was a satisfied smile on his face: "I'm tired, really tired. What's the use of guarding that film? It's better to give it to someone I like, so that I will at least leave a beautiful memory."

Qin Mu clenched his fists, and there was an indescribable pain in his heart. Yang Yan was an extremely strong and perfect woman in his memory in his previous life, but today she seemed to be just a little girl who was wandering after rubbing. The girl who used jumping off the building to interpret her innocence gradually drifted away in Qin Mu's memory.

"Put your clothes and don't let me hate you." Qin Mu looked at Yang Yan's hand and then buckled it behind her back, knowing that she would continue her madness. If that bra was untied, this would be a big deal.

"Look at you, you're pretty young, pretending to be quite like you." Yang Yan showed a charming smile, and her slender legs walked to Qin Mu in high heels. Her hair was wildly draped on her chest, and she looked like she gave in: "Since you were in the Haitide Dance Hall, have you just wanted to sleep with me?"

Qin Mu almost spitted blood. He swore that he would never drink with Yang Yan again. He would definitely not be able to bear the toughness of this woman after drinking.

Yang Yan looked at the red tide floating on Qin Mu's face, covered his mouth and giggled, and said in a tone that saw through the vicissitudes of life: "The crows under the world are indeed generally black. But you are just mixed with a few white hairs."

As he said that, his rosy lips buried in a row of pearly and jade-like teeth, and his hands stretched out toward his back again.

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, a red palm print appeared on Yang Yan's pretty face. Qin Mu's face looked like ice, and the trembling palms could be seen clearly with his eyes.

Yang Yan covered her face in disbelief. The hot and swollen feeling immediately diluted her alcoholism a lot, and she murmured, "Are you hit me?"

Qin Mu snorted coldly, walked to the door of the lounge, looked at the reflection of Yang Xiao on the frosted glass, and said softly: "I will help you settle your business, but let's not see you in the future." After that, he firmly opened the door, leaving only Yang Xiao wearing a bra and close-fitting pants, standing there with unknown tears flowing.

After checking out, Qin Mu left the hotel and looked at the stars looming in the sky, and couldn't help but sigh: "Life is really lonely like snow."
Chapter completed!