put wildness in his heart

Chapter 9
Small class today is the last day.

get out of class ends early today, after two classes in the afternoon, school ends before 04:30.

A few friends sent a message in the WeChat group, calling for a meal together. Today is the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, which is very close to New Year’s Eve. If we don’t get together at this time, we probably won’t have time to make appointments years ago.

Wen Miao didn't want to go at first, but Qi Cheng yelled "Grandpa" on the left and "Grandpa" on the right in the group, which made Wen Miao feel like she was about to grow a gourd baby, which couldn't be worth it after a few days. Wen Miao casually responded to the warm "Grandpa".

As a result, after the address was sent, Wen Miao fell silent after seeing it.

Baishan West Street, Floating Life Like a Dream Bar?
...Well, isn't this the one she smashed yesterday?

It's really a fate that the enemy's road is narrow and the sky is narrow.

The bar has been tidied up, there is no sign of the steel pennies flying around yesterday, it is as lively as usual.

After Wen Miao went in, she saw Shen Jiayu at a glance.

It's not because she has good eyesight, but mainly because that Boss Shen's appearance is too outstanding, he looks like a big light bulb that glows in the crowded crowd.

With such a face, I guess I can't keep a low profile anywhere.

The place where he sits is quite close to the bar, which is a semi-open booth with a U-shaped sofa lying across it, and a long table in the middle of the sofa. On the table are all kinds of beer, cola cans, snacks, and messy Lighter and cigarette case.

The bar was dimly lit, smoky, and full of alcohol. Shen Jiayu's sitting posture was a bit slack, most of his face was hidden in the darkness, and his expression looked gloomy.

He was lazily leaning against the back of the sofa, with his elbows resting loosely on the side of the sofa, a long dark cigarette was sandwiched between his well-defined finger bones, and a hot spark was flickering on and off on his slender and cold white fingertips.

There were two young men in the booth, and there were girls sitting beside them, just beside Shen Jiayu, it was clean and no one was around.

Oh, no, beside him was a stuffed toy half the height of a person.

It's Doraemon.

The chubby blue fat man took the place next to this handsome man.

All in all, the style of painting is very unique.

In this bar full of all kinds of restless hormonal atmosphere, it can be called a clear stream.

This misfit blue fat man was so attractive that Wen Miao couldn't help but take a second look.

In this gap of a few seconds, Shen Jiayu seemed to be aware of the gaze from here, the hand resting on the side of the sofa moved slightly, and suddenly looked up abruptly.

Wen Miao met his gaze impartially.

Those were a pair of cool and deep eyes, long and narrow black pupils, the pupils were like ink, the end of the eyes were slightly raised, and there was a surly light hidden in the bottom of the eyes, as sharp as a blade.

Looking at those beautiful eyes for a moment, Wen Miao calmly looked away.

Cut, who are you bluffing?
A shadow suddenly fell from the side, as if someone was sitting over, Wen Miao turned her head to look at it.

In the next second, a bright and charming face appeared in the field of vision.

The girl is only fifteen or sixteen years old, but she looks extremely beautiful, with amazing facial features, big eyes, deep eyebrows, thin lips and cold color, and a head of blue-brown curly long soft hair hanging loosely to her waist.

It looks like a lazy and luxurious Persian cat.

It was Lin Er who came late.

(End of this chapter)