Bai Yueguang and the Little Wild Wolf[Entertainment]

Jing Han didn't speak any more, as if he was thinking about something.

Tang Mufan was originally a character who couldn't squeeze out a few farts, and Xiaojiu and Baboons also remained silent. Only Milk was willing to share some interesting little things with Jiang Qiao, barely arousing the atmosphere.

I saw him take out a food box from his satchel.

"That's right, the eggplant cake I brought you was made by Xiaojiu himself."

Jiang Qiao took a toothpick and poked a piece out of it. It was round, and the appearance and aroma were very good. He tasted it and was pleasantly surprised by the taste.

"So, didn't you find a master to learn bartending?"

"Hahahaha, you don't overwhelm yourself with too many skills." Xiaojiu smiled a little shyly, with dreadlocks flying.

Jiang Qiao asked Jing Han to try one, and the latter was not picky about food, so after trying it, he just found it incredible.

He remembered that this band played music on stage, it was metal-loving rock music, why was it so homely when they left the stage? ? ?

When the topic started from cooking, it became much easier.

Jiang Qiao said that an aunt in his family traveled all over the country when she was young and opened countless noodle restaurants that closed down.

Xiaojiu said that her master is a cool girl who likes to wear skin, a professional chef who graduated from a certain east, but because she likes colorful liquids, she later learned to mix wine.

Baboon said that the professional course is too simple, and there is no sense of accomplishment in taking the first place.

Tang Mufan...

Tang Mufan sat beside Jiang Qiao, lying on the armrest and fell asleep.

If he didn't take special care of him, other people should still be making trouble. With Jing Han around, there must be an ending of neither getting drunk nor returning home.

The circles are different, the topics are also different, and in the end it was punched to make him drink it.

Jiang Qiao doesn't hang out in nightclubs, so he really didn't know that there are so many ways to persuade people to drink, so he sat on the sidelines and watched them play.

The baboon seems honest, but he is a veteran at the wine table (or maybe his IQ is crushed), and Jing Han, a nightclub expert, has fallen behind.

"I don't believe it yet, come again."

Jiang Qiao saw Jing Han rolled up his sleeves, planning to have a big fight with him, when Xi Tong sent a message that he had already arrived home.

He took a video and sent it.

[The wine table old fritters lost to Xueba. ]

Xi Tong didn't reply to him right away, Jiang Qiao withdrew and glanced at other news.

Suddenly, hot snorting fell on his ear, Jiang Qiao was startled, and turned his head to see that Tang Mufan woke up at some point, squinting his eyes to peep at his mobile phone screen.

At this moment, Jiang Qiao's phone returned to the main page, and the wallpaper was a selfie of him.

Tang Mufan said: "I didn't expect you to be quite narcissistic."

Jiang Qiao said: "It's not that I don't have the capital of narcissism, let's see yours?"

Tang Mufan took out his mobile phone, the phone had a gray case, the screen lit up, and it was also a picture of himself.

It was a profile shot in the dark with the flash turned on, with the head slightly tilted back, the chin raised slightly, the jaw line tightened, revealing the Adam's apple and the slender neck line.After post-processing, almost only black and white are left in the picture. The combination of strong light and black shadow has a cold visual impact.

"It's a good shot." Jiang Qiao commented pertinently.

"Looks good."

Jiang Qiao looked at it carefully and found that he was really good looking. If such a photo was posted on Weibo, it would be enough for his fans and passers-by to lick it for a long time.

"Brother Bridge!"

Someone from the group of wine lunatics called him, and Jiang Qiao raised his head, just in time to meet Shang Jinghan's gaze, who had a greasy smile on his face.

"..."

Jiang Qiao sat up straight and looked at him with a frown.

"how?"

The milk finger poked Jing Han's cheekbone: "He's cheating, he won't drink if he loses!"

Jiang Qiao saw that they were all overturned, got up and walked over, grabbed Jing Han's arm, and pulled him away.

"Drink next time."

"No... um."

Milk refused to let him go, but seeing Tang Mufan also got up, he shut up obediently.

Jiang Qiao helped Jing Han go downstairs, called a substitute driver to send him away, and then came back to help Tang Mufan move people.

His car seat today was a bit awkward and couldn't fit the four of them, so he called his assistant over.

"Or I will send you off, how can you do it alone?"

The assistant poked his head out of the car window: "It's okay, Mr. Jiang, I'll help them."

"..."

Jiang Qiao thought to himself: As expected of a good employee of mine.

Finally, Jiang Qiao drove home by himself.

In the past, when he went home alone after playing with his friends, he always felt that the group fun just now was an illusion. When the night calmed down, his whole heart also cooled down.

But tonight he felt something was different.

On the way, Jing Han asked the driver to take him to the hotel to get a room, and lay on the bed to call Jiang Qiao.

"Come here and hello."

Jiang Qiao was worried that something would happen to him if he drank like this and was alone in the hotel, so he asked for the address and drove over.

The hotel is owned by his elder brother, and someone came to pick him up in the underground garage when he arrived.

"Master Aqiao."

Jiang Qiao got off the car and asked him which room Jing Han lived in.

"Suite 866, arrange for you next door, or give you a room card directly."

Jiang Qiao put the car keys in his pocket and said, "Just get me an 866 room card."

The manager said: "I'm ready, I'll send you up."

Jiang Qiao entered the elevator, and the hand holding the key touched something strange in his pocket.

He took it out and saw that it was an origami crane folded from colorful fruit candy paper.

There are three boys written on Thousand Paper Crane: mint flavor.

And when he heard Tang Mufan speak, he happened to smell the mint in his mouth.

He put it in the palm of his hand and raised it high, the light in the elevator cast down, the candy wrapper reflected the light, it was as gorgeous as a gem.

The manager stood beside him and praised embarrassingly: "It's pretty."

The corners of Jiang Qiao's lips pursed slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

The manager thought about it, it was rare to receive the Jiang family's most favored young master, no matter how difficult it was, he would lick it.

He carefully took the Thousand Paper Crane in Jiang Qiao's hand, broke off the raised wings, bulged in the middle, and made it look like it was flying, and put it back in Jiang Qiao's hand.

Jiang Qiao took a photo and posted it on Moments.

There are a lot of likes, but not many comments. It is estimated that no one understands what this is.

He entered Jing Han's room, and the latter hadn't had enough, so he asked someone to bring over a bottle of red wine, while Jiang Qiao asked someone to get him some supper, and the hangover tea was also arranged.

Jing Han sat on the floor of the balcony, unrestrained and a little lonely.

Loneliness is the inevitable result of carnival among the crowd.

Jiang Qiao was not as scruffy as he was. He sat on a chair and turned on an orange light.

Tasted the wine he opened.

"good."

"I had someone open your brother's inventory."

Jiang Qiao kicked him.

"Are you getting drunk or am I paying the bill?"

"Hahahaha, anyway, your elder brother has returned to China recently, so you can have a meal with him."

Back home?

Jiang Qiao was completely unaware.

His parents are all over the world, and his brothers are similar.

Jiang Qiao took out his mobile phone and sent a greeting message, but he didn't notice that Jing Han looked at him strangely.

"Bridge."

"Ok?"

Jiang Qiao's elder brother sent a message back, but he was a little busy, so he didn't look for him.Jiang Qiao asked him to come to his house some time, and asked Aunt Li to cook something he likes.

After coming and going, and replying several times, he realized that Jing Han didn't speak anymore.

After replying to the last message, Jiang Qiao put the phone aside and told him to fart.

What Jing Han wanted to say turned a corner, and a smile suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Today's lead singer is very interesting."

Jiang Qiao seemed to be interested, and asked him, "What's so interesting?"

Jing Han shook his index finger, and finally pointed to his eyes: "His eyes are like a beast, forbearing and wild. Such a person will end up standing at the top or squatting in the prison. I am looking forward to seeing him result."

It was the first time he met Tang Mufan, but Jiang Qiao felt that he was right, after all, their acquaintance originated from Tang Mufan's wild nature.

Jiang Qiao should have an optimistic personality, but that night he had a dream lying in bed.

The background music is tears behind bars, and he took a meal to see Tang Mufan in the prison.

Six o'clock in the morning.

He woke up with a fright.

After washing up in the hotel, he changed into the new clothes prepared for him by the manager, took the VIP elevator down to the underground garage, got in the car and drove directly to the studio.

Yunan has already officially started working in his studio, and those who say they want to liberate their nature still wear a formal suit.

He is more handsome than Jiang Qiao imagined, and he is worthy of his early idol group debut experience.

"I've screened, and you can consider these three endorsements."

Jiang Qiao glanced at the folder he had just placed on his desk. The thickness was obviously more than just the three endorsements.

"There is also a variety show recording, a slow variety show, no parkour, no going to the ground. The rest of the new song MV shooting, the official press conference, and the tour concert."

Jiang Qiao, who had been lazy for several months and his bones were weak, was scared by the tight schedule and scratched his toes.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Yu Nan didn't expect his answer to be like this at all, he didn't pick on whether the endorsement was high enough, he didn't mention that his arrangements were too serious, and he didn't have a problem with the variety show he chose, just a simple and heart-pounding 'hard work'.

He pursed his lower lip and left Jiang Qiao's office.

The experience of serving strange flowers is too deep, and he is a little flattered to meet such a good boss.

In the afternoon, Jiang Qiao went to take a photo with Yunan, and accepted an interview. After getting off work at six o'clock, the two young people who were less than 30 years old and had tacitly started retirement life smiled tacitly.

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Jiang Qiao drove home, called his elder brother on the way, and made an appointment to go home for dinner together in the evening.

The eldest brother Jiang Wu said that he has arrived, and he has prepared his favorite hairy crab.

Jiang Qiao was in a good mood, and when he got home, he happily had dinner with his elder brother.

The two people at the dinner table had nothing to say. When they went for a walk after dinner, Jiang Wu asked him if he was interested in the band recently.

Jiang Qiao said, "Brother, do we still need to beat around the bush like this? If you want to know something, you can just ask."

Jiang Wu walked in front of him without looking back, wearing a neat suit, over forty years old but well maintained, worthy of the title of 41 flowers for a man.

"Anyone you like?"

Jiang Qiao said, "I guess so."

Although he has no experience, he is not stupid. After thinking about it, he knows what illness he has suffered recently.

Jiang Wu asked him again.

"What do you plan to do."

This question is a bit difficult to answer.

Jiang Qiao could only answer: "The horoscope has not been written yet."

There is no need to plan too much.

Jiang Wu stopped in his tracks, turned his head, behind him was the last ray of the setting sun, standing against the light, Jiang Qiao couldn't see his expression, only heard him say in a slightly smiling voice: "Mom and Dad already know , they will wait for you to find a suitable attitude to tell them about this matter.”

"What is an appropriate attitude?"

The elder brother didn't say any more, and Jiang Qiao didn't ask any more. He just felt that the smile in Jiang Wu's voice made him very uncomfortable.It's not a cold and sarcasm, but it's not gentle and unpredictable, but it makes people's backs go numb when they laugh.

It's more of a headache than just throwing him a 'disgusting gay'.

After the walk, the two went home and went upstairs to take a shower.

After taking a shower, I sat on the sofa and watched an old movie. After I said good night, I went back to my respective rooms.

Jiang Qiao lay on the bed and sent messages to Jing Han. In the past, he always contacted Xi Tong first when encountering problems, but after all, Jing Han was professional in this matter, so he chose this friend to talk to.

He described the situation and asked him, what do you mean by this?

After waiting for half an hour, Jing Han finally called.

The moment it was connected, Jiang Qiao heard loud music.

"Brother, come out and play disco, swimsuit!"

It's autumn and you have a pool party, you're freezing to death.

Jiang Qiao hung up the phone and threw it on the bedside table.

10:30, sleep.

Early morning of deep sleep.

The phone was ringing, but Jiang Qiao's sleepy eyes hadn't reacted yet. After he clicked on the connection, he heard the noisy background sound and thought it was Jing Han, so he cursed: "From ten o'clock to 03:30, you will die suddenly sooner or later. "

As soon as he finished cursing, he heard a roar from over there.

"Brother Qiao, it's me!"

Jiang Qiao looked at the note, milk.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up.

"what happened?"

The sound of milk is a little anxious, panting heavily, as if running.

"Something happened to Xiaojiu, can you come over on Dengfeng Road? No, it's inconvenient for you to go out, but..."

He was incoherent, and Jiang Qiao couldn't hear anything except the address, but he knew he was in a hurry.

Jiang Qiao hung up his bluetooth headset, put on a coat and went downstairs without changing into his pajamas.

"Don't worry, wait for me to come over."

Milk sobbed for a while, was silent for a long time, and finally said 'thank you'.

After Jiang Qiao heard that thank you, he felt very uncomfortable.

The emotion of gratitude was strong, and after that came desperate hopelessness, and pent-up anger.