Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 2
In the corner of the night bar, a tall man was sitting on the sofa, covering half of his face facing outwards with his hands, and at the same time, from time to time, he would take quick glances at the crowd, his appearance was extremely strange.

Even though it was a dimly lit place and a corner where no one cared about, yet he was wearing a pair of black toad mirrors that covered most of his face, which looked very strange.

"Since you're afraid of being recognized, don't make an appointment at this kind of place." Song Huaijin crossed her arms and said in a neutral tone.

"I'm doing this for your own good. I want to find you a partner by the way." The man pushed up the toad mirror, revealing a pair of clear phoenix eyes.

If someone happened to glance at him, it would not be difficult to find that this guy was Jing Chen, a super star who is so popular right now.

"Looking for someone? Here?"

"Is there anything wrong here? They are all idiots who are addicted to the world of mortals, maybe they are right?"

After all, Jing Chen chuckled, leaned over and teased Song Huaijin in a low voice, "The girl who hugged your thigh just now is not bad, I checked carefully for you, at least 7 points!"

"What do you want from me?" Song Huaijin asked, ignoring what he said.

"Your mother asked me to introduce someone to you."

As soon as Jing Chen finished speaking, Song Huaijin stood up and made a gesture to go out.

Ouch, this ancestor!Jing Chen cursed in his heart, but quickly stood up and grabbed his arm, "Should SF vote for the drama Shimmering Red Dust?"

Song Huaijin turned around and asked lightly, "Do you want me to vote?"

After 1 minute, the two returned to the mode of sitting face to face just now.

"I'll fix your mother for you, and you invest in this drama." Jing Chen sighed, then looked up at Song Huaijin.

Seeing that guy's calm and breezy appearance as if he had expected it long ago, he suddenly had an evil thought in his heart, "I said you can't always be so single, it's not good for your health. Even if you miss your fart no matter how much first love..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a cold wind with a cooling effect swept over him.

Raising his eyebrows, Jing Chen shrugged his shoulders and made a look of "I'll stop talking nonsense".

The two drank two more glasses in silence, and Song Huaijin got up to leave.

After taking two steps, he turned around and looked at Jing Chen who was sitting on the sofa thinking, "If you make a few more such vulgar idol dramas, you're almost done."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for his answer, Song Huaijin strode away from the corner.

When he was going out, he casually pointed to the corner of a girl who was about to strike up a conversation.

A few minutes later, a surprise scream erupted from the corner of the night bar, "Ah!!! Jing Chen!!!!"

Immediately, the bar fell into a riot...

The night was as cool as water, and a yellow taxi was speeding along the sparsely populated outer ring road.

Qian Mengmeng lay on Du Ruan's body, her whole body turned into a puddle of water, she muttered and complained, "You prodigal bitch, the subway costs only three yuan, and the taxi ride costs over 100 yuan."

Du Ruan comforted her, "It's okay, didn't you just get paid, we have money."

"That's my money..."

"Yes, yes, that's the money for your future boy." Seeing that Qian Mengmeng was not feeling well and seemed about to vomit, Du Ruan quickly reached out to support her and let her go.

The uncomfortable feeling eased a little, Qian Mengmeng smacked her lips, showing a standard idiot expression, "Hehe."

Qian Mengmeng, 22 years old, is a little-known [-]th-line starlet.

The biggest dream in life is to make money and raise a handsome boy.

(End of this chapter)