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All kinds of weird excuses like that.

Feng Ke is simple and trusts her every time. The more times she has been tricked, she has gradually become wiser. No matter how hard An Cong tries to trick her, I remain unmoved.

When sitting, An Cong was like a puddle of boneless meat, spread out on Feng Ke's lap, doing his own thing, as lazy and comfortable as an old cat.

An Cong's shirt smelled of a mixture of hospital disinfectant and medicinal herbs, and it smelled a bit bitter.

There was a pitiful tone in his tone, as if he was being bullied.

"Coco..." An Cong put his face with his hands and Baba approached Feng Ke.

Feng Ke was reading a book with headphones on and ignored her.

An Cong struggled to find a sense of presence.

An Cong took off her right earphone and said, "Coco..."

An Cong: "I'm going to a bar tonight, will you go?"

Feng Ke was indifferent.

An Cong tempted: "I'm going to work. Don't you like hearing me sing? Come with me!"

Feng Ke turned to glance at her.

There is a play!

An Cong stepped up his offensive, praising the small band and the bar in a fancy way, making the music go viral.

Feng Ke remained silent, seeming to be judging the credibility of An Cong's words.

In the end, she couldn't bear An Cong's hard work, so she compromised.

An Cong took Feng Ke to the bar where she was stationed.

It's a clean bar, less messy, the decoration is very sentimental, and it takes a high-end route.

An Cong plays the drums in a small band called Qixi, which has the same name as a certain carbonated drink.

An Cong introduced his little friend to her.

She pointed at a tall man with a strong personality and said, "This is Ohno, the bass player."

Ohno nodded to him.

An Cong: "Huahua, the lead singer of the band.

Huahua is a handsome boy with a white face. He smiled gently at Feng Xiao: "Are you the young master's little girlfriend?"

Feng Ke was stunned for a moment and didn't realize what he was saying for a while.

An Cong: "Sister Sang'er, a 29-year-old old witch..."

Before An Cong could finish speaking, the long-haired woman named Sister Sang'er slapped her and called her to the side.

Sister Sang'er smiled, twisted her hips and leaned against the wall in a charming way: "Little girl, don't listen to the young master's nonsense, sister is still young."

Then he came over and pinched Feng Ke's soft little face, "The little girl is so pretty."

Feng Ke was a little embarrassed by the teasing, "Sister Sang'er is also pretty."

Sister Sang'er immediately pulled Feng Ke into her arms, looking like an explosion of motherly love.

She shouted exaggeratedly: "Oh, how come the little girl is so cute! Master, where did you find this treasure? Can you let me play with it for a few days?"

Feng Ke was forced to bury her chest, and the sweet smell of perfume penetrated her nose.

She rarely had such close contact with people, and had never felt such enthusiasm from a stranger. She didn't even know how to move her hands and feet for a while.

An Cong stopped her and snatched her away from Sister Sang'er's vicious hands: "Sister Sang'er, don't tease her. Keke is very thin-skinned. I'll see how you coax her when she's bullied to tears."

Feng Ke glared at her, his eyes were red, his nose was red, his face was fair, and he looked like a little rabbit, soft and cute, without any lethality.

But for An Cong, a pervert, this glance was extremely lethal. All she could think about now was: cuteness and longing for the sun.

Facts have proved that birds of a feather flock together, and playing with the unscrupulous An Cong is not a fuel-efficient light.

Sister Sang'er kept telling dirty jokes, which made Feng Ke almost cry.

There were more customers in the bar. The band members touched up their makeup and adjusted the sound. Gentle folk tunes slowly sounded.

Feng Ke was sitting under the stage, with only a glass of red grapefruit juice at hand, which An Cong ordered.

She took a sip. It was sour and sweet, and it tasted good.

Huahua's voice is very unique. Feng Ke is a layman and can't tell anything. He only thinks that the singer is a person with a story.

After singing the tender ballad, the other three members of the band paused.

After adjusting the sound, An Cong lowered his head and played the drums.

Dong-dong-dong, the drums got louder, from slow to fast, followed by bass and guitar accompaniment.

This is an English rock song. An Cong changed the tune a little, and the song suddenly became very tense and full of majestic vitality.

After singing two songs, the small band exited and a piano player came on.

An Cong had just finished playing, and her nerves were still in a state of excitement. Her facial features were already so exquisite that they were almost sharp, and with some makeup, under the dim light of the bar, they were so perfect that they were almost divine.

An Cong: "How is it? Isn't my sister so handsome?"

Feng Ke was like a girl, applauding and cheering: "Huahua is so handsome!"

An Cong was quiet for two seconds:...

An Cong: "Keke, you have changed. You don't love me anymore, eh eh eh..."

Feng Ke grinned with eight big white teeth. Feng Ke actually teased her on purpose. During the performance, Feng Ke's eyes never left An Cong.

An Cong, who plays the drums, really shines in the dark bar.

An Cong plays the drums with great posture, his face is expressionless and handsome, his movements are smooth and tense, and the rhythm is just right.

The rest of the band also came down, and with a wave of their hands, they ordered a dozen beers and cocktails.

Sister Sang'er ordered a glass of Pink Enchantress for Feng Ke. Her eyes were as charming as silk, like a vixen seducing the scholar into corruption.

Sister Sang'er hooked Feng Ke's chin and said seductively: "Take a bite, it's sweet."

Feng Ke glanced at the beautiful wine glass, glanced at Sister Sang'er, and then glanced at An Cong, who was squeezed in the corner and gloating with the wine glass, his little paws ready to move.

Such a beautiful wine must be sweet...

Then the next second he was pulled out of the bar by An Cong.

Sister Sang'er: "I wonder, when did the young master become so protective of his food? He won't even tease him."

Sister Sang'er, who was left behind, put the wine glass in her hand on the table with a "dang" sound and complained.

Huahua helped and said, "Just put away your little bright thoughts."

Huahua lay down in Ohno's arms, broke off the chin of the man behind him, turned his head and gave him a tender kiss: "Young master seems to be serious this time, don't ruin other people's good deeds, besides, Feng Ke is not one of us People in this class, be careful that the young master will knock out your teeth."

Ohno bowed his head obediently, his usually serious face showing a hint of tolerance and gentleness that was not easily noticed, like a docile large dog.

Sister Sang'er, who was forced to eat a mouthful of dog food, made a disdainful "sneak" as if she had eaten shit. She finished the pink enchantress in her hand and cursed her as a "dog man".

It's all bullshit to say that he is serious this time, and Sister Sang'er doesn't believe it at all.

Doesn’t she still know the young master’s character?

How could the prodigal son who "walked among thousands of flowers without a single leaf touching his body" be sincere?

For freaks like them, the only person they truly love is themselves.