I and he are just ...

"I will sing" Little Star ", and I will sing" Kiss My Baby ". Which song do you want to listen to?" I wonder if it was a smoking relationship. In the end, he brought a hint of hoarse in his voice.

Through the phone handset, I also seemed to smell the nicotine atmosphere. Strong, stubborn, and dizzy.

Yes……

"The address is sent to your phone, I'm waiting for you." He didn't give me a chance to refuse, and he hung up the phone after saying.

The text message contained in the address followed, and I stared at the screen of the phone, and the fingers tighter.

What is it?

Nothing!

"boom!"

Taking the cabinet annoyed, I went back to the bedroom and changed my clothes and went out again.

Chapter 21 Have you ever loved?

The bar is on the tenth floor of a five -star hotel. Outside the window is around the city. The luxurious and bright cruise ships pass through from time to time. In addition, the high -rise lights on both sides of the strait form a good urban landscape.

Shang Mu did not lie to me. It was really quiet here, not a place for young people to play, but more like a place of business guests.

The waiter learned that I was here to find someone, and immediately led me to the outer terrace.

Outside is not compared to indoor, there are no things that can be blocked, the cold air comes around in all directions.

Fortunately, the bar has a strong vertical heating stove next to each card. The marble coffee table also emerges from the gap between the middle of the bonfire, and do his best to provide more warmth for each customer.

Not far away, a four -person band, a foreign female singer in a evening dress, was singing lazy blues with a strong and gentle voice.

The table where Shang Mu was sitting was in the river. When I passed, he stood in front of the fence, his elbows supported the railing, his head was slightly low, and he was boring to look at the scenery.

In the end, he was young, and he was so cold at night. He was just wearing a black thin sweater, and his coat was thrown on the back of the chair so casually.

The waiter asked me if I was here. I was nodded. Shang Muyi heard the movement and turned around. I saw it clearly. He still had something, a whiskey cup, and a cigarette that had just ignited.

"You're finally here." He leaned on the fence lazily and saw a lot of drinking.

The waiter moved me a chair for me, so that my wheelchair could be seated, and then gave me the drink and asked me what to drink.

"Give him a cup of orange juice." There was only a huge ball ice in the whiskey cup. Shang Mu was handed it to the waiter and then sat next to me. Like apple juice? "

There was no problem with his question, and his face was not hated, but I always felt that he was wrong. This tone is not like an adult who is older than him, but it is more like a young child who is younger than him.

"No, give me a cup of oolong tea, hot." I returned the drink to the waiter, the other party nodded, and turned to leave.

Shang Muyi laughed: "Teacher, you are pretty healthy."

If you don't call me out, I am now sleeping on the bed.

"Why are you here alone?" I asked.

"Nothing to do at night, a bit boring, and didn't want to find Zhou Yanyi, they were running here, so I came here." Shang Mu looked at the dark and quiet river surface, and slowly spit out a thin smoke. "Here is suitable for a person to drink alone."

I keenly noticed the strangeness in his tone and frowned: "Are you quarreling again with your family?"

He was stiff, as if I was poked by my heart, and then looked up at the expression a little annoyed.

I was busy: "I know, don't mention this."

He looked slightly slowly, glanced at my legs, and suddenly pulled his coat and threw it on me.

"Cover, cold outside."

Here, the tone of treating children. I think this is so familiar. It seems that every time she takes Yang Youling out to play, I am afraid that she will say so.

Thinking about it like this, on the surface, I still rushed to others and calmly accepted his coat.

The waiter quickly entrusted the tray to send hot tea and another glass of whiskey.

The two of them were silently silent, and I picked up the cup to take a mouthful of tea. The attention was attracted by the female singer who was singing.

The other party wore a shiny pink beads tight skirt, large V -neck, high slit, and a bumpy body was undoubtedly revealed. At the same time, I inevitably felt cold for her. Especially when I saw her froze red with both hands, I really wanted her to enter the house to change the clothes warmly.

"Is it good?"

I stunned and looked back at Shang Mu.

He was also watching the female singer, noticing that I saw him, and looked back with me.

"She looks good or I look good?" The fingertips were holding cigarettes, leaning into the soft sofa. He tone was very light. During the speaking, his chin raised his chin in the direction of the female singer.

What is this problem ...

I staggered my eyes and looked back at the female singer, and did not answer his question: "I just think she sings well."

The words were falling, and there was a slight noise behind me, and Shang Muyi walked over my female singer.

I took him subconsciously, afraid he would mess around.

"what are you doing?"

Maybe it was a drinking relationship, his hands were hot, like a flame that burned. Just a few seconds, I felt like I was going to be burned, and hurriedly let go. However, the moment the fingertips were separated, Shang Muyu caught up and held my hand tightly, and stopped me from pulling it back.

"What do you think I want to do? Do you smash the field?" His thumb rubbed his back of my hand and covered my cold fingers warmly. Open my hand and move towards the four -person band in the center of the terrace.

I do n’t know how he communicated. The female singer nodded again and again, but did not leave the field. The pianist on the other side got up and gave up.