MTL - Starlight Has No Past-Chapter 8 Amphetamine 08

Ye Qiao also wore a dress at the launch conference, and naturally wanted to go outside.

Zhou Yanshen looked at her from the beginning to her feet: "Just wear this out?"

"Ok."

A one-shoulder short skirt, a shoulder with a snow gauze to tie a knot, to eat a light meal seems slightly formal, but not as easy to escape marriage.

The two men took the elevator from the top floor and walked in along a small group of white-collar workers who had just attended the wedding banquet. Their eyes were deliberately unintentional to her, and it was estimated that Ye Qiao was recognized. Zhou Yanshen took her to her arms and said to those people: "My woman. Is it like a star?" When several people were neurotic, he laughed at himself and was stunned by Ye Qiao. No pain, like a low head, sniffing in her hair: "The alcohol is very heavy, how much has just been drunk?"

"You let go." Ye Qiao pressed his voice, licking his hand without success, and felt that he was drinking too much.

In the underground garage, a Maserati just came in.

Zhou Yan squinted at the license plate and helped her buckle the seat belt.

Ye Qiao sharply captured the moment he was careful: "How, do you know?" She noticed the license plate of the car, which is the license of the neighboring city. The letter in front seems to represent a military region. Is it a military car? She remembers carefully, but does not recognize the unit to which it belongs.

Zhou Haoshen stepped on the gas pedal and played the half-cycle steering wheel smoothly: "What to eat?"

Ye Qiao vaguely felt that he had answered questions. But hunger defeated curiosity: "just."

He raised an eyebrow. What women say is casual.

Ye Qiao did not expect that he was really casual, like deliberately in retaliation for her.

Near the 23 o'clock, even the wind and rain in the city of G are tired, and it is sunny at night.

Out of the business district, the residential building on the street was only a light, and the 24-hour convenience store was white and green, and the door was deserted.

Zhou Yishen turned into a small road, which is the food street of the city's c-side gate. Many hotels selling nightingales are still open. There are vendors selling barbecues in the middle of the road. When the business is at its best, there are smokes that scent and smell the food.

A fireworks on earth.

Zhou Wei was very light and familiar with the road and parked at the door of a net cafe, taking her along the street.

There are open-air pavilions on the street, wooden tables and wooden chairs, grilled skewers, fruit, and a table and a barbecue. The customers are very young, they should be college students next to the university. In the early morning, they come out to gather dinner and brush up at night. They are busy talking and drinking, and the sound of laughing and shouting is endless.

He took her to the end and sat down in front of a shop with a small customer.

Ye Qiao's skirt is provided by the sponsor, 30,000 pieces, it is said that it can not be dry-cleaned, can not be washed, can not be ironed, can not be baked, can only be wiped with a wet cotton cloth.

She sat on a bench of 30,000 pieces of semi-wet wood and looked around for a week: "Would you come here to eat hot pot?"

There is a couple of college students across the table, a small hot pot on the table, while eating and talking. The little girl's chopsticks didn't move much, keeping a 30-degree sweet smile on the face of the boy.

Ye Qiao laughed: "Like the old monster out of the hole and watch the little goblin."

Zhou Yan deep bites a pencil and bows his head to the old menu. After brushing her eyes, she handed her: "What to eat?"

Ye Qiao had to draw another pencil from the tube and smacked it: "When you were a child, you have heard it, and biting the pencil will become stupid."

"That's such a bite." He clipped his pencil to his fingertips like a cigarette, and stroked his mouth before he bite back again. I also think that it is a bad brain to be with her, and I put a pencil into the tube. It’s chic. A pencil with only half of it was used to fly between his slender fingers, like some kind of magic.

Ye Qiao only glanced at his posture of biting a pencil and commented: "Like Desa."

Zhou Wei sighed with a voice: "That is a dog like me."

Not as good as it is.

Ye Qiao only dared to linger in his heart. When the person is in a good mood, the mind is not much better than Zheng Xizhen, but a raging and violent beast can not be reached. It’s just that she is different from the past tonight, standing in the high-rise building facing the sea of ​​people, but she didn’t go anywhere, and it’s fine to be with him.

She is now in the mood of the night wind and the hot pot. Although I don't know why, but it was a good thing, she didn't want to destroy it. She quickly hooked up the main dishes and the bottom of the pot on the paper and handed it back.

Zhou Weishen asked: "What to drink?"

Ye Qiao asked: "What?"

"Beer and soda."

Ye Qiao shook his head: "I don't drink carbonated drinks. Bar."

Zhou Wei stared at her cheek and she was slightly reddened by the last round of wine. She did not write: "Did you have surgery, can you drink alcohol?"

Ye Qiao said: "Carbonated drinks don't like to drink, wine can't drink. Of course you can't drink."

Zhou Xiaoshen laughed in the night wind, and the clear laughter led the couple who were next to the table to focus on eating and went back.

He wrote a big stroke and said, "Well, listen to the patient."

Changed the law and said she was sick.

Ye Qiao doesn't care. People in the world are sick anyway, and the disease is screaming, and it does not hinder people's hobbies. Only biting people is called a neuropathy.

Zhou Weishen handed the menu to the waiter, and the other person recognized him and said, "Well, what about yours?"

He nodded and turned his eyes to Ye Qiao, as if she would look at him at this time.

Ye Qiao put all the surprises and speculations in his heart and said, "I am far from the hotel, can I rush back?"

Of course she will not return to the hotel. "Are you nervous for me?"

Ye Qiao snorted: "Are you arrogant?"

Zhou Yishen is not willing to explain, but instead helps her to smear herself along the pole. The eyes are sinful and beautiful: "What is nervous? Your woman likes to be born, and the more he waits."

Ye Qiaofeng’s light and pale look was suddenly changed in his sloppy words.

Zhou Xiaoshen knew that he had guessed: "You have a feeling of losing love today." He said that the waiter would add two more bottles of wine.

Ye Qiao said a few days ago that when he was dug the wall, he was pretending to be laughing and smiling. He didn’t know what it was. Today, it is a big deal that shows frustration.

He felt that she seemed to especially like to go with her.

Sadness, joy, pain, and touch. love and hate.

All of them endured, rest assured, thinking that others could not see.

The ostrich is free and easy than her.

What traumatic blows have you suffered?

The girl next to the table suddenly screamed angrily and stood up and walked over here.

She laughed and found Ye Qiao, not at all: "Sister, I lost my heart and soul with my classmates, help him ask for your phone number. Can you give it?"

my classmate. Was it not a couple?

Ye Qiao deliberately looked at Zhou Weishen. A man and a woman are sitting together, and the woman is also asked for a phone number. This not only shows that the woman is beautiful, but also shows that the man is not deterrent. Although both of them are hard to count even ordinary friends, but with Zhou Yan’s personality, how can they not play with a lighter and install nothing?

She took the cell phone handed by the girl and dexterously pressed a line of words.

The girl did not expect that she would really give the number in front of the man, hesitated when he took back the phone, and immediately said "thank you sister!"

But girl, girl, you are so young, the flaws in your smile, only the young boys of this age can't see it.

The girl re-pressed the mobile phone and saw a phrase "Let's go chase, help people to ask for a phone number", and looked back at Ye Qiao in amazement.

Ye Qiao was chatting with the man opposite her, smiling very beautifully.

Let her go to the number of boys asked: "Would you like to arrive? Do you not dare to ask."

She hurriedly hid her phone and said, "When you are here, don't give it to you!"

Ye Qiao wants all the vegetables, yellow throat, hairy belly, pig brain, cow venetian.

Zhou Yushen’s hopes were followed, and a pot of green vegetables was placed in a row of potted plants.

The bottom of the pot is the same, hot.

Ye Qiao is not ashamed of his heavy taste. He opened a beer: "You use so much spicy oil to simmer vegetables, you don't have much health."

Zhou Yishen: "If you are vegetarian, why are you healthy?"

Ye Qiao remembered the decoration style of his medieval church: "Do you really believe in Christ?"

I have never heard of Christians like Buddhists.

Zhou Yan deep pulled a button in front of the neck, and the cross against the chest had his body warm. He took it out and kissed: "Is it like?"

The second time he asked this question, the answer was obvious. But Ye Qiao still said: "...not like."

Zhou Weishen poured a pot of potted water into a hot red pot: "This is right."

He helped her with the pig's brain, and the look looked disgusting. Ye Qiao obviously saw that his throat was rolling very slowly, licking his face and enduring, and vomiting in his heart.

Ye Qiao understood. He may not eat organs because he is not because of God, but because of himself.

Ye Qiao said: "You don't eat these, don't even eat meat? Red meat, white meat, don't eat?"

Zhou Haoshen has already looked as usual, just black face, put a leaf into the pot: "Do not eat."

Ye Qiaote licked the fresh pig's brain with a chopstick in his mouth and observed his expression: "What about seafood?"

"Occasionally eat." Zhou Weishen did not react, cold face and boil green leaves.

Ye Qiao helped him pull a can of beer and touched him with his can: "Take me to drink the bar. It’s boring to see you grazing."

Zhou Yanshen was provoked by her, staring at her and pouring half a can of beer: "You don't get drunk here tonight."

Ye Qiao said: "No."

The words of a woman cannot be believed.

Especially a woman who is in love.

Zhou Xiaoshen looked at Ye Qiao slowly starting to talk nonsense, and finally squatting on the table and crying and making trouble, he felt that he had played.

Ye Qiao also drank a round of red wine at night, and the wine did not pass, and cleared the green jar of a table. When she whispered, she wondered if he had given up his life.

He turned over her eyelids in the past, but fortunately, just fell asleep.

"Ye Qiao?"

silent.

"Ye Qiao."

She is as quiet as a small, docile animal.

- You **** and being a strong traitor, drinking and dare to fall asleep.