Bai Yueguang and the Little Wild Wolf[Entertainment]

What the hell is going on.

I drove out directly, but there was a problem with the automatic identification system, and the security guard let me go through another door.

Jiang Qiao drove back to the west door.

While backing up the car slowly, he called Yunan.

Shut down.

do as promised.

Jiang Qiao called Xi Tong.

Shut down.

Estimated business trip in the plane.

In the end, Jiang Qiao had no choice but to call Jing Han, hoping he didn't get fooled by Bundi Beng, so he had to call Aunt Li.

The phone is still ringing.

Jiang Qiao glanced over the road conditions outside the car window in a hurry, and caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. Looking closely, it turned out to be the elder brother.

She was still wearing pajamas.

What are you doing out so late, brother?

Jiang Qiao didn't intend to pry into his brother's privacy, but by coincidence, he saw the Porsche stop, and his elder brother walked towards the driver's seat, the window was lowered, and the person inside stuck out his head and took a short kiss.

With short hair and masculine facial features, he can be [-]% sure that he is a man, but he can be [-]% sure that he is a sister-in-law.

Jiang Qiao didn't pay attention, the rear headlight hit the street light.

There was a lot of movement, but Jiang Wu didn't notice that he had already passed the Porsche.

"Hello? Hello? Are you okay!"

Jing Han's voice came from the earphones, obviously he heard the sound of Jiang Qiao's crash.

The security guard also heard it and hurried to inquire about the situation.

Jiang Qiao said it was okay, and what he said to the security guard was also to Jing Han.

Close the car window and ask how far is the current location from Dengfeng Road.

"It's too far, just run a red light for 10 minutes."

Jiang Qiao laughed: "Then run a red light and drive over speed, it seems that something happened to you."

"How many of your band friends?" Dengfeng Road is a bar street, and Jing Han knows that some of them work in bars, so it's hard to guess.

Jiang Qiao said: "Well, go over and have a look, don't drink and drive, find someone who doesn't drink and drive."

Jing Han laughed on the phone.

"understood."

It's nothing more than a fight, it's best for Jing Han to deal with it.

Jiang Qiao was nervous, the speed of the road was full, but the red lights were full.

The picture of the elder brother kissing the foreigner flashed in his mind, and he had calmed down at this moment, and finally understood what the elder brother's smile meant.

That smile said: "Welcome, my kind."

That's why I dared to make an appointment at my home without any scruples.

Jiang Qiao drove on the road for half an hour before receiving a call from Jing Han.

"It's settled."

"It's troublesome."

Then there was the sound of a lighter, and Jing Han lit a cigarette.

"That blond boy is smart."

Jing Han told the situation on the phone.

It was Xiaojiu's master who had a conflict with a customer during working hours. The other party wanted to tease her, but her refusal was a bit cold, which made him feel humiliated.This is a daring master, he took it and squatted near the bar, wanting to do it when Master gets off work.

This day, Master Xiaojiu left first, and then got off work, and a few of them happened to be singing in the bar next door, and they just pretended to be when they got up and went home.

"The group knew whether they were drunk or knocked. At that time, the girl stuffed her panties in her mouth."

With just this sentence, Jiang Qiao knew how tense the situation was at that time, and it might only be a second away.

When Jing Han said this, he cursed several times.

"Damn it, I've hated this kind of LOW stuff all my life."

This kind of behavior is not only LOW, it is extremely disgusting.

"Then?"

"Then those boys became red-eyed. Four-on-seven, the opponent's head was bloodied, and the LOW guy lost half of his ear. At the end of the beating, that blond hair...was called Milk, right? Milk saw this Because of a wrist injury, LOW smashed a 30 watch to the ground, and then he woke up in fright. Knowing that this kid has a simple identity, he quickly called you."

"When I was here, this brat was running wild. In front of the police, he said he was going to kill us all. I was so pissed off, our dude's reputation was ruined by these bastards. My foot was kicked in the moat , it’s being fished right now.”

The situation took a turn for the worse, and Jiang Qiao's head was muddled by the mess, and he didn't even turn the corner.

Jing Han stood on the bridge, holding his mobile phone and resting his chin with the other hand.

"You are tall, you can swim, you will die."

There was a smile on his face, and his tone was playful, but it made the spine feel cold for no reason.

Standing at the back, his thin body was precariously blown by the night wind.

Jing Han glanced at the river, and then looked away.

"How did you get to the hospital?"

Raising his hand, the back of his hand was still dripping blood, but he seemed to feel any pain.

"I wasn't injured. They always think I'm precious and protect me habitually." Especially after the first injury.

Look at Jing Han.

The eyes of the boy in front of him were red, like a beast about to go crazy.

His lips moved, and he said 'thank you', but without emotion, his eyes were fixed on the phone.

"You let me go."

Jing Han put the phone on speakerphone.

"You say it yourself."

Holding the phone away from the ear, the screen lit up, and it was Jiang Qiaozhang taking a selfie.

I only felt that my throat was dry, but I still said: "You have used it."

Jiang Qiao knew that he was worried about being photographed, but he just felt annoyed, and his anger burst into the top of his head.

Because of Jiang Wu, because of this bad thing, and because of this sentence.

"You don't care where I go."

Beep beep.

Jiang Qiao hung up the phone.

Jing Han put the phone back and sighed.

"What are you worried about, if you can shoot it, you can shoot it, and there is still money to solve the problem?"

The phone rang again, and Jing Han answered it. It was the salvage team who found it. He was not dead and could swim. He swam downstream and sat on the ground crying.

Frightened silly by the dude who is more dude than him.

After getting out of Jing Han's car, he turned his head to look at the receding night outside the car window, and asked a question when he was about to reach the hospital.

"If you don't have money, how dare you kick that foot."

Jing Han shrugged and said, "I dare." Then he glanced again, "But I think you dare to fight even if you know the family is rich."

The corners of his mouth twitched, it was a smile, a cold response.

The way to the hospital sent Jiang Qiao the address, and Jiang Qiao was closer and arrived earlier.

I went to see Milk III first.

Milk's calf was broken, Xiaojiu's dreadlocks became his weakness, and a small piece of scalp was pulled off, but fortunately, his body was covered with skin trauma and his hands were not injured.The baboons were in a more dangerous situation, almost hurting their eyes.

"What about the girl?"

There was a sound of cursing in the ward, and after a full 3 minutes of cursing, Milk finally replied: "Called her best friend, she is in the next ward."

Then they all waited for Jiang Qiao to ask, and said again: "The animal is on the third floor."

Jiang Qiao left a sentence of 'have a good rest' and exited the ward.

From the first floor to the third floor, that image lingered in Jiang Qiao's mind. Although he didn't see it, he could imagine a young girl walking home with her clothes stripped and her panties stuffed in her mouth. What a cruel and shocking scene.

I have never heard of this kind of crime since I was a child, but I have never committed it before.

The ward number was not given, but it was not difficult to find.

The busiest one is.

When Jiang Qiao walked in, what he saw was an adult in his early twenties, wiping away his snot and tears and complaining to his parents. He had already changed into clean hospital gowns, but the milk and his clothes were still dirty.

Maybe Jiang Qiao's suit jacket was too straight, or maybe it looked too harmless. When he walked to the bed, he didn't even stop him.

Until the brooch on the suit jacket fell to the floor with a crisp sound.

It was a birthday present from Jiang Qiao's mother. It was a bird surrounded by red gemstone flowers. When you gently spread its wings, you could see a little bird nestled in its arms.

All the attention in the ward was attracted by the jewel brooch, including the mother. She didn't react until Jiang Qiao pulled her son's wet hair, carried him to the window, and pushed his whole head out of the window, she screamed sharply.

"What are you! Let go of my son!"

"Who are you! Let go!"

Jiang Qiao's voice was very soft, the same as the rude action at this time, even gentle, but it was like a sharp needle in the noisy room: "Attempt to fail, admit it."

When He Jinghan arrived, Jiang Qiao was standing outside the ward.

In my impression, including imagination, Jiang Qiao should be a gentleman with excellent family education, always keep rational and calm, and always be gentle to Liu Si around him.

But the Jiang Qiao he saw at this time had completely the same temperament, with a layer of coldness from head to toe.After observing Jiang Qiao's many movements, he is the kind who sits and stands properly, but now he is leaning against the wall behind him with his legs bent.

With lowered eyes, he fiddled with the brooch in his hand patiently.

Hearing their footsteps, he raised his head, the irritability and sullenness in his eyes hadn't faded away.

"Police are taking notes, lawyers and psychotherapists are all set up."

Jing Han raised his hand: "Don't worry, I will definitely send him in and learn how to do it."

After speaking, he entered the ward.

At the door, there are only Jiang Qiao and two.

After speaking, Jiang Qiao looked down at the brooch again.

Look, the combination of suit jacket and pajamas should be a bit funny, but it still has an elegant aesthetic feeling.

"It's all settled, why are you still angry?"

Jiang Qiao's hand paused, and he looked at the gauze-wrapped hand again.

"It's not healed yet, is it hurt again?"

"It's just scratching the skin."

"Oh."

Jiang Qiao bowed his head again.

As if to prove that his hand was fine, he reached out and grabbed Jiang Qiao's sleeve.

The fabric of the suit is a bit stiff, and the gauze-wrapped hands are stretched out. The contrast between the black clothes and the white gauze creates a memorable picture.

"Go, go to your house."

I always feel that something happened in Jiangqiao tonight.

If you want to say it, let it out.

When he arrived at the underground garage, he took out the car key from Jiang Qiao's pocket, pressed it, and the light of the sports car next to him flashed.

The headlights were flashing, and the rear lights were horrible.

Let Jiang Qiao sit in the passenger seat and drive.

Jiang Qiao glanced at the roughly bandaged hand and asked, "Is your hand alright?"

Say: "I will be more nervous than you when something happens."

Jiang Qiao looked sideways again, but said nothing.

After the two returned home, the lights in the villa were not turned on. After finishing dinner, Aunt Li returned to her home for fear of affecting the reunion of the two brothers.

Jiang Qiao put down the key and turned on the light.

"The shoe cabinet is on the left."

He stretched out his hand and touched the black button. The shoe cabinet turned over, and there were house slippers of the same size and texture.

Picking out the pair, he bent down to take the pair for Jiang Qiao, and then raised his head to look at the villa in front of him in the famous rich district of the city.

It is not as luxurious and brilliant as imagined. The main colors are white and silver gray. The spiral escalator has a sense of design, simple and elegant.But because of the large space, it looks a little cold.

"The recording studio is upstairs."

There was no communication, but Jiang Qiao knew where he wanted to go.

Follow Jiang Qiaolou and enter the recording studio.

To describe it with such a low-level word as 'recording studio' is simply too wronged, almost occupying the entire floor space.

If it was today, or any other day before, Jiang Qiao might stop and tell the stories behind each instrument, but today he has no interest.

The soundproof recording studio with four walls is still the same as when Jiang Qiao finished recording the sound source before.

Although I like the black card, in order to find a song that is more suitable for the band, I still found out several guitars for audition, although I finally chose the original one.

After closing the door, I immediately saw the black guitar.

Picking it up with both hands, tried the next sound.

Accurate.

"I didn't dare to touch it before because I was afraid of breaking it."

"what about now."

Jiang Qiao sat down on a high stool, unscrewed the lid of the water glass when he touched it, and poured it into his mouth.

After playing a few chords, the gap looked up.

"If it's broken, I can fix it."

Jiang Qiao put his hands on his knees and wanted to lower his head, but found that he couldn't take his eyes off his body.

I played a solo, and I am very satisfied.

"Only Dianji is still a bit monotonous."

Jiang Qiao shrugged, "Then do you want me to play drums for you, or bass or keyboard?"

He said that he was about to get up, but he changed to a Muji suitable for fingerstyle.

The melody is very familiar, it is still the childhood song.

Said, "This is the first song I learned after I came into contact with music, so I like to use it no matter whether it is trying out the piano or trying out the microphone."

In the confined space, only Muji's melody is left, crisp and melodious, like a mountain wind blowing on the face, pulling him from the bustling and noisy city to the forest full of insects and birds, and the faint fragrance of flowers.

Jiang Qiao listened quietly, watching the young man playing seriously.

After a long time, I finally suppressed the words in my heart.

"Sure enough, you're cuter when you're jumping."

He glanced at it, pretending to be indifferent, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised, probably because he had never heard the adjective 'cute' several times in his life.

Jiang Qiao went to sit behind the piano and played Little Star.

"This is the first song I learned."

"I see, you like the starry sky very much."

Several watches are star disks. I heard from Milk that each piece is worth a million dollars. It looks pretty good, but I haven’t seen any Hearts and Arrows inlaid with real South African diamonds. I know how expensive it is.

When Jiang Qiao was playing Little Star, he frantically searched for scores on the Internet with his mobile phone.

At the end of 'Little Star', the melody of 'StarryStarryNight' sounded.

Very proficient, made a few small mistakes, but harmless, Jiang Qiao joined the ensemble with the piano.

"You still know about Van Gogh's starry sky." There was a little surprise in the voice.

He obviously heard it, and the surprise was drowned out with indifference.

"Maybe I've seen it in junior high school textbooks, or maybe I haven't, but I understand it anyway."

The sound of the piano suddenly lost its artistic conception, and Jiang Qiao played hurriedly: "You should read more books."

Simply tease Muji and sit behind the drum set, DW, Dream of Love No. 9, the reason why the ranking is so low is because the price is too expensive, the price/performance ratio is too low, and it is flashy, and after I beat the drumsticks myself— —

So cool.

It can be pushed up three positions.

After knocking out the rhythm, he flipped through the shop next to him with his fingers.

"You find my songs hot, but I fall asleep listening to yours, so find a few classic songs to play."

Jiang Qiao looked incredulously: "When did I say the word 'spicy ears'?"

Seeing it all, the back of an arrogant head, after a long while, the title of the song: "The Flower House Girl."

Then he raised his chin towards Jiang Qiao.

Jiang Qiao looked over.

"Ok?"

"Great." I was reading the music score, didn't look up, but refused with a tone of voice: "There can be no luck in rock music."

Jiang Qiao had already played half of the song, but suddenly stopped when he heard half of the song.

"It can be done without drums."

Jiang Qiaosheng laughed angrily.

"You're an idiot."

He was also amused, the smile made Jiang Qiao think of some kind of dog who was suspected to be born with a lack of strings in his brain, cool and a little silly.

The drumsticks struck the cymbals, and a low smoke sound was released.

"You ask me where I'm going!"

Just as Jiang Qiao was thinking about his emotions, he pressed his head down with the rhythm, and almost never raised his head again.

"It could be without Bass."

I was so angry that I stepped on the stereo.

"There is something wrong with your designation."

I have already sung, and the drums are beating well, and I almost laughed out loud.

Jiang Qiao pulled off his braces, shaking his legs like a schoolboy.

"I have to sue Milk. Everyone is important, but I forgot."

Tilting his head slightly, the rhythm has been memorized, and he looked up at the mirror opposite.

Jiang Qiao stepped on the speaker with his right leg, and his exposed calf was long and straight, and it was a little wild like he usually saw from his body.

The first ends, and the other continues.

After knocking several songs, I was a little tired, so I took a cup and unscrewed it to drink water.

The sweat on the top of his head walked to Jiang Qiao's side.

"Do you know the essence of the lead singer of a rock band?"

"A special voice that can be remembered?" Jiang Qiao looked up and saw sweat dripping from his chin to his collarbone.

The young man was behind him, holding another kyat back.

The black short boots stomped down with a 'boom'.

"It's stepping on the speakers."

"..."

Jiang Qiao only realized at this time that the movements were a bit too wild, but did he put his legs down? Looking at the two movements in the glasses, he laughed heartlessly.

"Actually, I've always been a little curious. Are those exaggerated movements when you perform a habit, or is it a stage effect?"

"It's coercion."

It is worthy of being a rock cool cover.

It is true.

Play first, Jiang Qiao follows, you show off your skills and I show off your skills, the effect of Shuangji almost blows up the ceiling.

In the end, there was no outline of the song, it was all about showing off skills.

07: 30.

Finger cramps.

Jiang Qiao just threw away the pick, walked over to grab it, and massaged the tense muscles.

"You're really afraid that your hands will be useless."

"Proper."

It was just a cramp, and it slowed down for a while, but the wound on the back of his hand frightened Jiang Qiao, and traces of blood had already seeped out.

Jiang Qiao was a little annoyed, complaining about his maturity, and letting him spend the night with him.

Pulling away the two-body Ji, he pulled his hand, and was about to find the medicine box, but he suddenly shook his hand behind him.

"Bow, call the curtain."

"..." A purebred fool.

Jiang Qiao accompanied the idiot's curtain call before going downstairs.

I took out the medicine box and touched the gauze on my hand. The further I went in, the deeper the bloodstains. The injury was indeed serious, but the broken skin was often the most painful.

"You have a fart."

He was scolding, but he was as irritable and refreshed as if he had been scolded.