Why can't the lead singer control himself

Zheng Hao was embarrassed to admit that his legs were a little weak after hearing this sentence.

It's not that he's afraid, it's that he can't stand Wan Jingjing like this, and he can become a domineering president by supporting a wall.

Because his mind was full of rubbish, Zheng Hao didn't control his expression well, and his peachy eyes were easy to appear nympho. From this point of view, Wan Jingjing seemed to have no deterrent power.

The "President" strode away angrily.

Zheng Hao pushed the electric car, hurriedly chasing after him: "Brother, I will remember, I will definitely guard myself like a jade, just wait for me..."

The people in front didn't turn their heads, Zheng Hao finally caught up with him, holding the car with one hand, and crawled over to hold hands with them with the other.

The holding is not enough, and the pinching and rubbing are endless.Wan Jingjing's hands are a bit bigger than his, but his fingers are slender, with delicate skin and tender flesh. It can be seen that they have been carefully maintained since childhood in order to become a master performer.

Zheng Hao thought to himself, in fact, he is innocent, except for the time when he was ignorant when he was in school, he has never walked hand in hand with anyone like this.

He thought so in his heart, and said so: "School is almost over, if you come home late, will your father scold you?"

Wan Jingjing was held by the hand, he didn't break free, and he ignored him, relying on Zheng Hao's rhetoric.

Zheng Hao said again: "Brother, where are you taking me?"

"Brother, brother, are you going to kidnap and sell me?"

"It's endless, right?" Wan Jingjing was impatient with him, but the corners of his mouth were clearly about to turn up.

Zheng Hao shook his arm, opened his mouth and said, "This is my belated first love."

Wan Jingjing pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment, then he smiled, and turned to ask him: "Then brother took you to drink, can you drink?"

Zheng Hao's eyes lit up, role-playing is his forte.

Chicken Peck Mi nodded: "Okay, brother will take me home when I'm drunk."

Wan Jingjing got goosebumps from being disgusted, and stopped playing with him: "Let go, the front is here, I don't want to accompany you on the hot search."

Zheng Hao let go obediently, followed the people, turned a street, and saw a few small houses.

They walked all the way to a beach that was almost deserted, and it was hard to see that there were still people living here.

From a distance, the walls of several houses are covered with graffiti, clearly a small station for surfing and water skiing.

When I got closer, I saw that the clerk inside was moving tables and chairs out. As night fell, a few searchlights were lit. It was not the kind of beach bar with an ambiguous atmosphere, but more like a place for camping and bonfires. There were even people setting up tents. .

Zheng Hao liked this kind of place very much, so he went there happily, but found that the shop assistants who were hot girls could only see Wan Jingjing, and they seemed to be very familiar with each other. terrace.

The long-haired clerk in a flower suspender dress came over charmingly, poured them two glasses of water, and took a plate of dried fish fillets. The girl put one hand on Wan Jingjing's shoulder and asked softly, "Wan Jingjing?" Brother, is this your friend?"

Zheng Hao put on a very natural tone and answered directly: "Boyfriend".

The female clerk whispered "Wow", and lowered her head to look for Wan Jingjing's reaction.Seeing him drinking saliva, he changed his posture calmly, moved his shoulders away from the girl's hand, nodded with a smile, and introduced:

"Zheng Hao, my boyfriend."

Zheng Hao's vanity was greatly satisfied, and he was so beautiful that he didn't look at the wine list. He said richly: "Let's open a bottle of Yamazaki for 12 years. Can you store wine here?"

The clerk was a little embarrassed and said: "We only sell mixed wine and beer here, how about I bring you a glass of straight whiskey? But there is only Chivas Regal."

Zheng Hao pursed his lips: "Anyway, it's also black."

The clerk smiled and said, "That's really not the case."

Wan Jingjing stopped him from falling ill suddenly, ticked off some food on the menu, and handed it back to the clerk: "Don't talk to him, just give him a cup of Pina Colada."

The clerk readily agreed, but he really didn't even look at Zheng Hao, and left directly.

Zheng Hao lost his temper at Wan Jingjing: "What do I drink Pina Colada? When have you ever seen me drink such a motherly wine? Besides, can it be called wine?"

Wan Jingjing stuffed a piece of dried fish into his mouth: "This is their main specialty, and it's different from other places."

The jerky was delicious and it felt good to be fed.

When the wine was served, Zheng Hao made an inch of it: "Can you feed me?"

The answer is of course no.

Zheng Hao bit the straw by himself, and had to admit that it was really delicious. This store put the wine directly in the coconut shell, and the coconut juice was refreshing, not as sweet and greasy as before. It was a shame to order two more glasses of the same.

Zheng Hao looked around and said, "How do you know this group of people? It's hard for ordinary people in this place to find them, right?"

Wan Jingjing just said but didn't answer: "They are a surf club, enthusiasts from all over the world spontaneously came here, and the clerks are also volunteers. They drink, camp and barbecue at night. They don't do business with others. They are all acquaintances who come to play. .”

Looking at Zheng Hao's vigilant eyes, he smiled and admitted: "I met the surfing instructor I found online."

"Oh", Zheng Hao looked at the surfboards and posters hanging on the wall: "I want to watch you surf, but I have to leave tomorrow morning."

Sensing that he was a little listless, Wan Jingjing picked up a fish fillet and threw it over: "Go on."

Zheng Hao subconsciously opened his mouth to catch it. After chewing the fish fillet, he felt something was wrong. He stared at the other party: "Are you kidding the dog?"

Wan Jingjing held back a sullen smile: "Isn't it?"

Seeing that Zheng Hao had returned to the grinning look, he continued, "I only learned it twice, and I'm not very good at it yet. You can come back after a while when I'm proficient."

"Then can you learn enough to teach me?" Zheng Hao asked aggressively.

"Yes", Wan Jingjing nodded.

"Then... let's shoot a MV next time and let Maggie allocate the budget."

Wan Jingjing smiled: "You get the album out first, then we can talk about it."

"Oh." When it comes to this, Zheng Hao is a little anxious again: "It was said that this program will be recorded until the Chinese New Year, and then the album will be made next summer."

"Is it fun?" Wan Jingjing asked after taking a sip of wine, of course he was talking about being on the show.

Zheng Hao didn't even think about it: "It's not fun, it's all pre-determined scripts, that is, the few guests I met were a bit interesting, our teammate this time, that rapper Xianyu, and Brother Feng and others... ", and added: "Except for Li Dafu."

Wan Jingjing looked at him and smiled: "Then let Lin Zhangzhang tell the program crew to eliminate you quickly."

Zheng Hao hesitated for a moment: "That won't work, it's all here, it's ugly to be eliminated, and I'm sorry for our little partner."

"Well", Wan Jingjing had expected his answer, and then said:

"I'm kidding, now that you are so popular, how could the program team let you be eliminated, and it's good that you chose salted fish. Try something different, and you will definitely gain something."

"How popular it can be, it's all made by the show crew," Zheng Hao murmured, he wanted to be popular, and he wasn't afraid of being in the limelight, but he felt empty because of all the gossip.

Just as we were talking, the night was getting darker, and more and more people gradually gathered on the beach outside.

A group of young people were holding guitars, playing harmonica, and playing tambourines, sitting around singing and drinking, and casual melodies floated.

Other scattered people, some went to watch, some found a place to sit and chat or take a walk.

The place where they sat was the terrace of the house, more than half a person higher than the beach floor, and a little distance from the crowd outside.

Zheng Hao leaned over the railing and looked over. Pina Colada was low, but he was still a little tipsy after drinking three cups.Looking at the scene outside, he didn't know if he was talking to himself or said to Wan Jingjing in a low voice:

"I can't describe this feeling. It seems a little happy, but I also feel lost, and I am getting farther and farther away from the real world..."

Wan Jingjing accompanied him, also looked outside and said nothing.

A young couple approached, and when they looked up, they saw the two people who were each melancholy.

The girl looked at Zheng Hao for a while, and when Zheng Hao noticed it and looked at her, she was sure that she was right: "Are you the lead singer of that summer ice fan?"

Zheng Hao was extremely incongruous and quickly changed into an expression of "I didn't mean to be recognized, but I'm so embarrassed to be so popular", nodded and said reservedly: "Well, it's me, hello."

The girl looked at her boyfriend happily, the boy was a little more stable, and said politely: "We watched the show and liked your band and your songs very much."

The girl added on the side: "Yeah, especially "Lamplight", it's so romantic, come on!"

The two of them didn't bother too much, nor were they curious about Wan Jingjing who was sitting opposite Zheng Hao, so they left after saying a few words.

Seeing this, Wan Jingjing felt that there was no need to comfort Zheng Hao, so he complained that he was still pretending to bid farewell to him: "Who made you love the limelight so much?"

Zheng Hao turned around resentfully: "Haha, yes, why can't I control myself?"

Wan Jingjing just laughed and didn't speak.

Zheng Hao was reminded again, and asked him: "People say they like that song, how about you? You haven't said it yet."

Wan Jingjing raised his eyebrows and replied, "I haven't heard the full version yet."

The hint doesn’t have to be so obvious, Zheng Hao thought to himself, he looked at the group of people singing outside, and the thoughts in his heart were self-evident.

He also pretended to be mysterious and asked Wan Jingjing: "Then I'll sing it to you? Anyway, I'm not afraid of getting more limelight."

Wan Jingjing guessed that he was also a little bit drunk, or the atmosphere here was too good, and the people around him looked so friendly.

Or maybe being in love just makes people lose their minds, and the same madness as Zheng Hao comes up in their bones.

He stared at Zheng Hao without speaking, and tilted his head to look at him, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of amorous feelings.

In a trance, Zheng Hao felt that backstage that year, Wan Jingjing was staring at him in a suit of coffee, with such an expression, it was more inspiring than any words, and it was hot and dry.

He got up and ran down the terrace, walked into the group of people, said something, and took the acoustic guitar from them.

Zheng Hao is carrying a guitar, behind him is the dark sea, and the warm lights beside him are shining on him. The sea breeze is very strong at night, and the free and loose air blowing past blends with him like that.

He faced the balcony, tuned a few keys, and suddenly shouted when he played the guitar prelude:

"Wan Jingjing, sing for you!"