She is soft on my heart

Chapter 84 The Last Heartbeat

The dream was linked, and Ru Ling suddenly turned into a screaming chicken, thinking about how to use Meng Cheng as a breakthrough point to get her contact information and make friends with Zai Zai!

And it was almost time to arrive, Li Xingchen still didn't talk to Jiang Cong, so she thought of a stupid way, that is to turn her face and stare at him intently, until he had to turn her head with a confused look on her face Ask her eagerly: "What do you see me doing?"

With the theory, Li Xingshen put it into practice, but there are always unexpected accidents interspersed between imagination and reality.

Just staring at it for less than ten seconds, the car suddenly made a sharp turn without any precautions. Since there were three people sitting in the back seat, Li Xing sank between Jiang Cong and Ru Ling, and the distance between them was relatively close. Turning the corner, Li Xing Shen, who was turning his face to look at Jiang Cong, leaned to the side due to inertia, and knocked on Jiang Cong's leg with a plop.

That's right, face down.

Jiang Cong's first reaction was to quickly reach out to protect her head, preventing her from slamming into the car door miserably. The second reaction that came almost at the same time as the first reaction was a warm mass of softness on his leg, Then all the nerves went numb like an electric shock.

And at this moment, Li Xingchen: Who am I?where am I?What am I going to do?
The brain is in turmoil.Forgot to even get up from his lap.

The two people petrified strangely in a strange posture.

Ru Ling threw herself on Li Xingchen, but she pulled the groove on the car door just in time, got up quickly, and turned her head to see this passionate scene.

Wow.Add chicken legs to the driver.

Yang Lang turned around and looked at the back seat, "Are you okay?" He just swallowed it in his throat.

Jiang Cong found himself first, and didn't dare to move. The hand blocking the car door patted the top of her head lightly, and said in an unnatural voice, "Ahem... I got up."

Li Xingchen: "..."

She shouldn't talk to him in such a shameless way.

Slowly regaining the ability to think, Li Xingchen had never felt his body was so stiff, he didn't feel any sensation at all, and sat up straight while pressing his legs in a daze.

She stared straight ahead at the road ahead.

Hmm... As long as she pretends nothing happened, then embarrassment won't catch up to her.

That's right, it would be nice if her face wasn't so red.

Jiang Cong, who was looking at the scenery all the way, turned his eyes slightly and saw the little girl sitting upright and pretending to be stupid, but her fair cheeks and ear tips were getting redder and redder. He couldn't help but slowly curled the corners of his lips and raised his hand Rubbed the tip of his nose.

The blocked mood suddenly became happy.

The interior of Golden Mile Harbor is overly magnificently decorated, and the huge European-style crystal chandelier in the hall is also dazzling during the day. The light can be seen on the Dali floor tiles, reflecting the light and blurry silhouettes. Once you enter, you have the feeling of entering a palace.

There is a premise, if the singing voice faintly coming from inside is not so hoarse and full of sorrow and joy.

It was the first time for Li Xingchen to come to this kind of place, turning his little head to look around, saving the embarrassing incident for the time being, maybe before going to sleep one night, he would jump out and make her scratch her head and toss and turn insomnia .

Because they are all acquaintances in this place, after saying hello, several VIP boxes were called out in a short while.

The overall light in the box is dim, and the flashy circles of colorful interlaced flashing lights are reflected on the walls and ceilings, creating a slightly dizzying and blurred atmosphere.

There are all kinds of melon and fruit snacks and drinks, songs are playing randomly on the large screen in the middle, there is a small dance floor next to it, and a singing platform with a microphone stand.

This kind of occasion where once you have fun, you will completely let go of yourself. People who are more familiar are suitable to stay in a box. Of course, Feng Cheng, who can't stop bouncing around the room with a microphone, is indispensable.

Li Xingshen's room was mostly occupied by Class [-], and there were also a few little sisters who were in love with Zhou.

This group of people didn't need a hot spot at all, and the sudden agitation of loud music and ecstatic dance steps made Li Xingchen a little at a loss, but fortunately, Jiang Cong handed over Xiaoxiaole.

Usually, apart from being in the club, they begged Jiang Cong to come out to play. Among the ten times, the frequency of Jiang Cong's response was maintained at two or three times.

This time there was no mobile phone to play, so it happened that Yang Lang, Feng Cheng and Zhou Zheng occupied the microphone and ordered a long list of songs. A few boys who couldn't do them came over and called Jiang Cong to play cards, and those who lost had to drink.

The rules of the cards they played were different. Jiang Cong was calm and won one after another without any suspense. Later, he changed several ways of playing. Everyone else was drunk, but Jiang Cong still didn't touch a drop of alcohol.

In the end, under the joint denunciation of several people, Jiang Cong successfully poured two cans of beer.

Li Xingshen sat in the far corner of the sofa not far from him, and got stuck at level 99. When he looked up amidst the swell of the private room, he saw him drinking with his head slightly up amidst the booing of the crowd, and the dazzling lights slid by. On his side face, the jaw line is smooth and clear, and there is an undulating arc in his throat.

Li Xingshen stared blankly for a while, and the screen automatically turned off.

After drinking it without sloppiness, as if aware of it, Jiang Cong turned his head slightly, meeting her eyes in the dim light.

Li Xing was slightly stunned, his eyes flickered slightly.

Jiang Cong felt that he had always been a good drinker, but looking at her sparkling starry eyes, he felt inexplicably drunk bit by bit.

Their gazes were interrupted by a truly astonishing singing voice.

The microphone was in Yang Lang's hands, so what to say, the person and the accompanist didn't discuss it after seeing it, and they sang their own tunes, and anyone who stepped on one of the tunes won the applause of the whole house.

The sound of nature made Jiang Cong wake up instantly.

Ru Ling had heard him sing countless times, and every time she couldn't straighten up laughing, Zhou Zheng threw a pillow on the sofa and hit him, holding up another microphone and said, "Langlang, what the fuck do you recite poetry in? "

Yang Lang simply went over and pressed him on the sofa, lying next to his ear and stretching his throat.

After several rounds of singing, the original song was turned on as the background sound, and Feng Cheng proposed to play Truth or Dare.

Because none of them are bright-minded, the rule is to turn the wine bottle purely by luck, and whoever faces the bottle will come.

Until this time the bottle was turned between Yang Lang and Jiang Cong, Yang Lang took out the compass of the mobile phone measuring instrument, and performed a crappy operation that normal people could not understand, to prove that Jiang Cong should be punished.

Jiang Cong smiled lightly, "To tell the truth, just ask."

They have a software that draws punishments, and Feng Cheng draws a question: "When was the last time you had a heartbeat?"

Before everyone had time to boo, Jiang Cong said in a flat tone, "About 15 minutes ago."

"." Is the heartbeat so precise?
15 minutes ago?Yang Lang thought for a while, then hooked his shoulder, "Brother Cong, did my singing touch your heart?"

Jiang Cong: "The tone of your running has been added to your self-confidence."

Everyone laughed, and Li Xingchen couldn't hold back.

We couldn't find out exactly what Jiang Cong was doing 15 minutes ago, but everyone knew who it was.

And Jiang Cong looked at the smiling face of the little girl Mingyue, and silently changed the answer to the present in his heart.

Every time I look at you, my heart beats.

The wine bottle continued to spin, from fast to slow and then to a stop, this time facing Li Xingshen.

She paused for two seconds, "Let me tell the truth."

Feng Cheng made troubles: "When was the last time your heart fluttered?"

Before the crowd had time to boo, Li Xingshen answered seriously in a flat tone: "My heart is always moving."

"."

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

I don't know who suddenly said: "Then about 7 minutes ago, was Brother Cong a fake corpse?"

Jiang Cong: "."

(End of this chapter)