Dedicated to the silly little white artist

Eight

Guo Xiaopang and the others played until after eight o'clock in the evening. If it weren't for the strict control of the female students' families, it would have been even later.

Xuan Mingming waved to Zheng He: "Come here, let's start a small stove."

Zheng He yawned: "Are you still playing? I'm so sleepy. I've been exhausted for a day, and I don't know how many brain cells have died."

Guo Xiaopang despised him very much: "Even if you don't use your brain, the brain cells will still die, okay?"

Xuan Mingming laughed loudly: "That's right, his brain cells are all—stupid."

"Fuck you." Zheng He deftly kicked the rear bumper of the two bad friends' bicycles, leaving two big footprints: "Where are we going soon?"

"Go to KFC first, I'm hungry, and then I'll show you the world." Xuan Mingming smiled very meanly.

"Is there something you know that I don't?" Guo Xiaopang said coquettishly.

Xuan Mingming showed his gold card hidden close to his body, and looked at a very high-end street next to the video game city, and said, "Do you know where it is? This is my membership card, and I can bring people in."

"Wow!" Guo Xiaopang was shocked: "Xuan Mingming, are you rich today? Is it okay to steal your dad's card?"

"No problem, no problem," Xuan Mingming unbuttoned his pants again, and took out a card from somewhere: "For insurance, I even took out his credit card! Haha!"

The two children of local tyrants who wanted to die did not notice that Zheng He beside them was pale.

As a native of H City, Zheng He has heard his parents nagging in his ears since he was a child that something happened in the West District, where a corpse was dug up, and it was okay during the day, and his classmates cheered. There are so many, there are only three brothers left at night, he thinks that other than his own two, they are not reliable.

Zheng Mengmeng was timid.

In his memory, entering the West District was a half-step into hell, and what was even more frightening was that Zheng He remembered that the book had repeatedly emphasized that the entire West District was Bai En's lair!If that book wasn't someone else's prank, Zheng He, the future pillar of society, would be a crook in the future!

Thinking of the soft and cute girl in his arms disappearing in the future, and becoming himself lying in the arms of a strong man with eight-pack abs, Zheng He's little heart was beating so fast that it could generate electricity.

"I won't go," Zheng He took a step back, and to emphasize the importance, added: "I won't even die!"

Xuan Mingming and Guo Xiaopang naturally knew their little friend's covetous nature, so they asked seriously, "Are you really not going?"

"Don't go, don't go, don't go!" Zheng He pushed his bicycle and hid: "I tell you, don't try to do anything! You can't beat me!"

After half an hour.

Zheng He, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, was sitting in the corner of the night bar next to BEACHER, eating hamburgers and drinking Coke in a daze.

In the background, his two little friends are holding a sister Yu and are having a good time on the stage.

nine

Xuan Mingming came down from the bar, moved a chair and looked at Zheng He seriously.

Zheng He still had bread crumbs at the corner of his mouth, looked at Xuan Mingming blankly, and asked, "What do you think I am doing? Are you in love with me?"

Xuan Mingming sighed: "Zheng He, as a 17-year-old sunny boy, don't you think your life is too monotonous?"

"No." Zheng He ate a hamburger: "I think it's quite fulfilling."

Xuan Mingming said: "I think your stomach is full, now, please take a look around, you are in a very high-end bar, there are many sisters with big breasts and thin waists, and you," he said Ah, he glanced up and down at Zheng He, his face full of disbelief: "I'm actually eating KFC!"

"This... I packed it anyway, and I'm really hungry..." Zheng He felt guilty for no reason. In fact, he didn't know what was wrong with him. The first reaction was not to be happy, but to almost hide behind the sofa in fright.

Xuan Mingming pulled Zheng He up and said, "Come on, let's enjoy our youth."

Zheng He said without thinking, "No! My youth is different from yours!"

Guo Xiaopang originally planned to ask the person who danced with him to have another drink. The girl was at most twenty or so years old. She looked at Guo Xiaopang with a smile and said nothing, tugged at the blue school uniform on his body, and glanced Seeing Guo Xiaopang pointing to the non-VIP customer box, he turned and left.

Guo Xiaopang was hit hard, and just after he came back, he saw Xuan Mingming dragging Zheng He to leave again. Zheng He's loyal and unyielding appearance suddenly rose in his chest, and he pressed them both back to their seats one by one, and clicked. A bottle of high-alcohol whiskey, and said domineeringly: "Drink!"

Xuan Mingming, an idiot, had fun, and answered without thinking: "If you don't get drunk, you won't return!"

Then he drank the wine in the small cup in one gulp, and tears came out immediately.

Zheng He sighed, took out his mobile phone from Xuan Mingming's pocket in the dark, sneaked outside the corridor and called Xuan Mingming's driver, asking him to pick up the two of them later, and just turned around to go back, when suddenly Out of the corner of the eye, I saw a tall man with long hair coming out of the car.

For some reason, he was suddenly drenched in cold sweat.

I took out my glasses and put them on, and when I saw that person, my heart suddenly felt empty for a moment, as if I had been poached by something, it felt very strange.

The man looks good-looking, he should be a foreigner, with deep eye sockets and a high nose, his expression is so cold and cold, he shakes the ice when he glances at it, the most important thing is his long chestnut hair, if it is not for Zheng He Seeing the flatness of the man's chest under the black shirt, he definitely thought that this was a peerless beauty and not a noble man of mixed race.

Two bodyguards in black suits got off the car at the same time. They protected the man in the middle into the beacher across the street, and they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zheng He was disappointed for a while.

Ten

Mr. Bai stopped suddenly, and looked back as if telepathically, only a figure from the back could be vaguely seen from the small window.

The bodyguard immediately stood in front of Mr. Bai and asked in a low voice, "Master Bai, is there anything there?"

"I don't know." Mr. Bai frowned.

The bodyguard on the left stood up and said, "I'll go and have a look."

"No," Bai En stopped the man: "I just saw someone there...Let's go."

When Zheng He returned to the bar, Xuan Mingming and Guo Xiaopang were already drunk, and the two of them were hugging each other and crying, talking to each other in an unknown language.

Guo Xiaopang cried, "I don't even have a tail! Why! I don't even have a tail!"

Xuan Mingming hiccupped and laughed strangely: "Hi...Of course you don't have a tail, because I hid your tail!"

Then Guo Xiaopang's 170-jin body weighed on Xuan Mingming's body and shouted, "Give me back my tail! Give me back my tail!"

Xuan Mingming dazedly reached out to touch Guo Xiaopang's butt, rubbed it, and then patted hard: "Hey, my dear, your breasts are amazing~"

The whistles of the onlookers sounded nearby.

Zheng He:"……"

He really didn't want others to know that he knew these two people, it was too embarrassing.