The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 749 Tattoos (5)

Lazy, sexy and rough.

Her whole body exudes the breath of male hormones, which is completely different from the self-proclaimed mature high school students she usually comes into contact with. Is this the charm of adults?

But Shao Lang said in a daze, "Didn't you just say that this friend next to you wants a tattoo?"

He pointed suspiciously at Aunt Jiang who was silent.

Song Chengcheng subconsciously blocked Aunt Jiang behind her. She was not confident, and Aunt Jiang was much prettier than her.

Jiang Yu, who was blocked by Song Chengcheng, narrowed her long eyes lazily.

My head is a little dizzy.

With that sip of wine in the bar, the strength of the wine began to rise.

She licked her dry lips, her throat was slightly dry, and she began to search for traces of water in the studio.

But Song Chengcheng in front realized what she had done after regaining her senses, and began to feel remorse and embarrassment. She turned a little sideways, trying to ease her embarrassment.

Looking at the slender and delicate man in front of him, Song Chengcheng said in a strange way: "It's me, I made the appointment, I accidentally said the wrong thing just now. I don't have to do it, and I don't need to pay twice the reservation fee." , as long as you give me your WeChat."

After Song Chengcheng said this, the whole studio became strangely quiet.

After two seconds of silence, a sudden hearty hahaha laugh broke the silence.

It's the guy who sat on the couch and said the rules weren't what they set.

Xue Haoling burst into tears, "Oh, little sister, you fell in love with our brother Qin at first sight! Brother Qin's charm has never diminished. After so many years, all the women who are fascinated by you are the same. Heap. But this little sister is still studying, Brother Qin would be too inhumane to attack an underage little sister."

Wei Ziyan, who was standing aside, stopped talking, turned around and sat back on the sofa, and began to watch the show slowly.

Chen Yi stood up with his mobile phone, broke the deadlock, and said, "I'm leaving first, my wife is waiting for me at home."

"Tch, married people are amazing, and they have to go home after nine o'clock." Xue Haoling clicked his tongue in displeasure, "I wouldn't have called you here if I had known."

Chen Yi ignored Xue Haoling and said to Qin Mian, "Old Qin, I'm leaving first."

With a cigarette in her mouth, Qin Mian glanced lazily at Chen Yi and nodded.

Chen Yi left.

Shao Lang didn't care about Song Chengcheng and the others, and sat on the sofa with Wei Ziyan and the others to watch a good show. He and Wei Ziyan muttered: "Oops, if I had known there would be a good show today, I would have bought a few packs of melon seeds at the canteen when I came here."

Wei Ziyan glanced at Shao Lang.

Song Chengcheng, who was ignored, was very embarrassed, but she was not reconciled, and continued to say to Qin Mian: "What do you think? I don't want you to pay twice the reservation deposit, but only your WeChat."

No matter how you think about it, it's a good deal, right?
The boys she knows will be very happy to add to her WeChat.

When Qin Mian heard Song Chengcheng's words, she held a cigarette between her snow-white fingertips, shook the ash into the ashtray, then let out a low snort, and said to Song Chengcheng, "Old people, don't use WeChat."

"Pfft..."

The out-of-group laughed a few times, Qin Mian half-raised her eyelids and looked over, Xue Haoling and Shao Lang covered their mouths vigorously to hold back their laughter.

Song Chengcheng was embarrassed, and she didn't give up: "What about the phone number? There must be a phone number."

(End of this chapter)