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"Director, Lin Xianyu's cell phone can't get through."
The staff looked embarrassed.
"What's going on here? I haven't seen anyone for several days, and I haven't made a sound. Is there anything wrong?" The director walked back and forth irritably while talking.
Not far away, Feng Yan spread his hands and let the costumers arrange his sleeves for him. Hearing this, a dark light flashed in his eyes.
The director suddenly realized, and waved his hand, "Quick, call Lin Lang over here."
After a while, Lin Lang came over with a stack of documents in his hand, "Brother Kuan, did you call me?"
"What happened to that little guy in your family? Missing?"
Lin Lang paused, and said lightly, "Maybe it's because I'm in a bad mood."
"Then you can coax him." The director said.
She smiled lowly, and her peripheral vision seemed to pass by the man next to her.
"I'm not qualified."
"What?"
The director scratched his head, not understanding.
"Brother Kuan, we broke up." Lin Lang was unexpectedly calm.
Feng Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Break up? Wait, no, you broke up?" The director was puzzled, "It's all right, why is that so?"
Doesn't he remember the two of them very well? One is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer, it is a perfect match.
"Perhaps, I might not be suitable for him." Lin Lang lowered her eyes, covering her flowing eyes, revealing a rare fragility. The director's scalp exploded in an instant, the big man was at a loss, he really can't coax people, his wife told him to coax his crying daughter, the director only threatened her not to cry.
"Why don't I give you a vacation to rest?"
The director spoke cautiously.
He said why it was fine, Lin Lang suddenly fell ill, and the timing was so coincidental, so it was because of this incident.
"No, I'm much better."
Lin Lang shook her head, a proper show of weakness was enough, and there was no need to cause more trouble.
She completed her work meticulously and did not drive back until late at night.
On the way, a phone rang, and she casually glanced over it, and answered it.
A male voice came from the opposite side, "Hello, uh, are you the Great Demon King?"
"… I am."
"That's right, your friend is at Nine Degrees right now, he's, uh, a little drunk, do you think you can come over?"
Upon receiving the response from the other party, the bar manager heaved a sigh of relief and told the bartender to keep an eye on the guests in front of him.
This boy has a delicate face that is harmless to humans and animals, and he has the immature aura of a lamb all over his body, and the crowd next to him are eager to move.
Seeing that he looked a bit like his younger brother who was taking the college entrance examination, the manager couldn't bear it, and didn't want something bad to happen, so he just meddled in his business and made this call. What surprised him a little was that the person who picked up the number marked "Big Devil" turned out to be a woman with a mature and sexy voice.
Soon the manager saw the true face of the big devil.
Most of the bars are young boys and girls. Although they are maturely dressed, their aura cannot deceive people. There is a sense of sight of stealing adult clothes.
Unlike this one, who walked gracefully and swayingly on three-inch high heels.
Some young boys lit up their eyes one after another, and some deliberately whistled when she passed by.
Lin Lang didn't even look at it, and walked straight to the bar.
"Wake up."
Her voice was cold, "Go back to sleep if you want to sleep."
The boy buried his head in his arms, as if he heard it, he moved his head slowly. Half of his face was buried in his sleeves, his almond eyes were as round and exquisite as glass balls, and due to the rising smell of alcohol, the eyeballs were covered with a thin layer of water mist.
He stared blankly at the person, and quickly flashed a touch of surprise in a daze.
"...Are you going...to take Ah Yu home?"
The question was so humble, thin and vague.
Like a puppy that has been wandering the streets for a long time, it wants to get close, but is cowardly because of its dirty fluff.
"Feng Yan allowed you to come to this place?"
Lin Lang avoided his expectant gaze, and instead mentioned another person.
The boy opened his foggy eyes and asked stubbornly, "Are you going to take me home?"
"no."
One word shatters all expectations.
Lin Lang clearly saw the fire in his eyes go out.
He groaned, turned his head, and grabbed the cold glass with his fingers, tightly, with the protruding corners piercing into his palm.
A slender hand was clenched, she leaned down slightly, her hair fell on his arm, and the familiar aroma penetrated her nostrils, only to hear her say indifferently, "Ice beer hurts your stomach, don't ruin your body. Very It's late, you should go back. The director is waiting for you to go back to filming."
"What about you?" he asked suddenly.
"Me what?"
The young man bit his thin lips, "You just... miss me?"
Lin Lang turned her head, "I thought we had already broken up, and such words shouldn't come out of your mouth." After a pause, she continued, "I still have work tomorrow, so I just came here to remind you that you don't want to go back It's your business."
She withdrew her hand, turned around and left.
"Boom—"
The glass thumped heavily on the table.
Splash of wine.
With a pain in her waist, she was tightly encircled by a pair of hands, and the hot and humid breath gushed out on her skin through the thin fabric, forming tiny sensitive particles.
"Don't go."
"I won't let you go."
He muttered to himself, angry and willful.
Her cheeks were dyed pink like a peach blossom, and the bright lip color she bit out was so attractive.
Lin Lang wanted to tear it apart, but the boy hugged him even tighter.
The young man twisted his slender waist, and kissed her side hand in an extremely provocative gesture, licking from her ankle to her shoulder, as if she couldn't wait to please her.
Lin Lang watched coldly until he stood up and turned sideways to bite her earball.
The young man softly peeled off the hair on her shoulders, his fingertips were stained with the breath of cold beer, and melted into the softness of his lips and teeth, tossing and turning emotions.
Rubbing and lingering, tender to death.
Lin Lang didn't respond.
He seemed to be aware of it, but also seemed not to be aware of it, kissing her lingeringly over and over again.
I want to kiss her until her heart softens.
"Is Feng Yan teaching you to kiss like this?"
Linlang Snake's skill of hitting seven inches is stewed in the fire.
"It seems that he taught you well."
Her sudden words made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his hands and feet stiffened immediately.
Seeing that the person froze, Lin Lang lowered her head and pulled her belt out of Lin Xianyu's hand.
She turned around and left again, walked a few steps, stopped, turned sideways, and said a seemingly irrelevant sentence, "I used to have a retro red dress with lace that I liked very much. It was given to me by one of my brothers in college. The gift, I have always loved it and was reluctant to wear it. Until one day, my roommate was dating, and she borrowed it. The roommate’s frame is wider than mine, and after only wearing it for a day, the skirt stretched too much, and it was too loose to wear. "
Lin Lang said lightly, "I threw this dress away afterwards. It's true that I feel distressed, but it's just inappropriate. I never force myself. After all, no matter how poor I am, I can still afford a new dress."
After saying a few words, the young man was hit hard by her again.
Ben's cheeks, which were still a little drunk and flushed, turned pale in an instant.
She thinks he is dirty.
She really doesn't want him anymore.
In the eyes blurred by tears, Lin Lang's figure disappeared through the revolving door.
The young man lost his mind, as if his whole body had been drained of strength, he slumped on the chair.
A group of older sisters next to her were very itchy. Seeing such a pitiful side of this skinny and tender little best, they wished they could hug them and love them a few times. Seeing that Lin Lang really wasn't coming back, the leading woman thought to herself, the opportunity has come. She winked at the sisters, and a group of people tacitly surrounded him.
Like an exquisite marionette, the boy didn't resist, and followed them blankly.
The manager wanted to remind him, but the woman in charge gave him a hard look. He hesitated and gave up.
Feng Yan received a text message, and the owner of the text message was his rival in love, Xi Linlang.
There is no nonsense on it, it shows a detailed address, or a local bar. His heart tightened, and he didn't care about the director yelling behind him. He drove to that area in his costume, and before he reached the door, he saw women walking out laughing and laughing. Surrounded by them was a beautiful and clean boy. He stumbled, his eyes glazed over.
Naturally, Feng Yan would not just watch Lin Xianyu suffer, he made a move.
Those women were not only unattractive, but also useless, and disappeared after a few rounds.
With his back leaning against the wall without any support, he slid down slowly like soft mud.
"How are you doing?"
Feng Yan wanted to help him, but with a snap, it hit his hand crisply, conveying a strong message of rejection.
He endured and endured, thinking about the other party's indifference these days, when did he ever receive such cold treatment for Feng Yan
The long-simmering resentment finally exploded.
"Lin Xianyu, can you stop being so cheap? People think that you slept with me, it's not clean, you don't have dignity, shamelessly post it—"
"Boom!"
The piercing sound woke up the sleeping cat at the end of the alley, and it ran away screaming.
Before Feng Yan could react, his knee hurt, and he slammed into the wall behind him heavily, and couldn't help but groan.
The strong smell of blood spread.
The severe pain made Feng Yan break out in a cold sweat, clenching his teeth tightly.
"Has Mr. Feng preached enough?"
The boy flicked the blood beads from the jackknife, and the silver light flashed across his face, adding a bit of ghostly spookiness.
Feng Yan's pupils shrank, "Are you drunk?"
"Is it important?" The boy swayed and slowly stood up while leaning on the wall. His voice is in line with the clearness of a young man, with a hint of softness, and it doesn't sound threatening at all. "It's my freedom to get drunk in front of whom I want."
The folding saber that stabbed Feng Yan touched the skin of his chin again, it was cold.
The young man bent down to look at him, his broken hair was soft and covered his eyebrows and eyes, as clean and clear as he first saw, "Mr. Feng, I think you are the cheapest. Being crushed once is not enough, and you are still begging for a second time." .”
Feng Yan heard the sound of his own blood flowing faster.
He should have been angry, but the moment he raised his eyes, the anger disappeared completely.
The young man was condescending and glanced at him contemptuously.
The little red mole at the end of the eye is very strange.