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When he came back, Mengmeng had finished singing and was standing on the side of the stage chatting with a woman.

The woman wore a v-neck dress, her chest was billowy, and the white flowers dazzled her eyes.

Lin Qinghe stood aside and waited for him, he didn't dare to go back and sit down, for fear that those friends would ask questions and it would be troublesome to explain.

Mengmeng exchanged a few words with that woman, and when she looked up, she happened to see Lin Qinghe standing not far away, her face was so stinky that she could smell it ten miles away.

Mengmeng couldn't help laughing at his angry look, said goodbye to the woman, and hurried to find Lin Qinghe.

Lin Qinghe was restlessly leaning against the wall at this moment, almost smoking a cigarette.Although he hasn't smoked for a long time, it doesn't mean he quit. He still has an addiction in his heart, but every time he thinks about smoking, he thinks about Mengmeng, and his heart feels sweet, and he doesn't want to smoke any more.

Mengmeng came over and asked him why he was standing here, instead of sitting down.

"Legs are numb, stand up."

"It turns out that you went to the toilet for so long to take a shit."

Lin Qinghe frowned when he heard this word, he always felt that this word should not come out of Mengmeng's mouth, it felt very offensive.

"Who is that girl?"

"Which one?" Mengmeng asked knowingly.

"The one who talked to you just now." Lin Qinghe's tone was very casual, but he wasn't pretending that only he knew, "Don't get me wrong, I didn't think you had anything to do with her, I just wondered who she was."

Mengmeng held back her laughter, and couldn't bear to tease him, "She is the owner of this bar, don't you know that she always comes here?"

Lin Qinghe shook his head, never paying attention to this matter.

"I came to audition today, and she said that the effect is good, and I can come here to do a part-time job in the future."

Lin Qinghe asked him before if he was short of money, but he said that he was not short of money, just to experience life, but what is it for now?love music?

He had met Mengmeng's adoptive father before, and he didn't look like a poor man. Just by looking at the car he drove, he must be from a well-to-do family. Could it be that he was given less pocket money because he was not his own, or could it be that Mengmeng Meng is embarrassed to ask them for money?

Just thinking about it, Mengmeng raised her hand and snapped her fingers in front of him, "Hey, why are you in a daze, your friends are still waiting for you to go back and drink."

Lin Qinghe came back to his senses, grabbed his hand, "No more drinking, let's go."

"Go? Where?"

"According to our original plan." Lin Qinghe greeted the friends at the table, pulled Mengmeng out of the bar, took a taxi, and reported the name of the hotel.

When Mengmeng heard the name of the hotel, she felt a little displeased, "We are still students, every time we go to such an expensive hotel to do something, we can just find a chain one, if it doesn't work, we can go wild or fight."

When the uncle driver in front heard his words, he choked his throat with a mouthful of saliva and coughed for a long time.Can't help but watch the two of them in the rearview mirror.

At first, he thought he was dazzled, and he saw this young man as a big girl. After careful identification, he was sure that both of them were men...

Compared to the restless driver, Lin Qinghe was too calm. Instead of discussing the hotel with Mengmeng, he asked him when he learned to play the guitar.

Mengmeng casually said something about her previous life. After she finished speaking, she realized that she had said something wrong, so she quickly explained, "My art bacteria are very active. I don't seem to need to learn things like musical instruments."

"You're pretty amazing, you don't know how to be humble at all."

Mengmeng raised her eyebrows, "I'm just telling the truth, not showing off."

"You like music?"

Mengmeng thought for a while, "It doesn't matter whether I like it or not, I don't seem to have anything that I particularly like, if there is, then it's you."

Lin Qinghe was stunned by his sudden confession, his heart was beating wildly, and he was very hopeless.

He chewed up the words, rubbed them into pieces, and recollected them vigorously. After making sure that he had heard correctly, he replied, "Am I a thing? Think of me when you say something you like?"

"You're not something?"

"Okay, can't I?" Lin Qinghe took his hand and shook it hard, the palm was warm and sweated a lot, "What do you like about me?"

"Apparatus｜big｜living｜good." Mengmeng's eyes lit up as soon as this topic was mentioned, "I really didn't expect that you have never done it before, and you can still make me so happy. It seems that we are a natural match. .”

Although Mengmeng's words were complimenting him, he still couldn't be happy. He always felt that Mengmeng really only liked his body, not him as a person.

So he brought the topic back to the one just now, "Just now my friends said that you look like a star, have you considered becoming a singer?"

"It's annoying and tiring, and I have to wash my hair every day. It's not troublesome." When he was an Internet celebrity in his previous life, he was bothered by this. He had to please the audience, and he had to choose clothes and make up.

In this life, he was considered diligent. In his previous life, he had a lot of problems. During the live broadcast, his upper body was glamorous, and his lower body was directly covered with big pants and big blue plastic slippers.If you were a celebrity, would you still be able to walk around in such casual clothes?That's not going to make headlines every day.

Lin Qinghe was so angry that he didn't know what to say. He raised his hand and rubbed his hair vigorously, "Isn't it okay if I wash it for you? I'll take care of washing your hair, bathing and washing your butt, okay?"

Mengmeng smiled and waved his hand away, "Do you mean that you want to be my manager? Or do you just want to clean my ass? Wouldn't it be okay to let you wash my ass? I will let you wash it."

Just as Lin Qinghe was about to return to him, the driver braked and stopped the car, "Here we are, thirty in total."

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I'm really getting lazy, holding my little quilt and dawdling until twelve o'clock to finish writing (つД`)ノ