moonlight lure

Clothes were scattered on the living room floor and the bed in the bedroom was a mess. The sound of water in the bathroom has not stopped for a long time, as if it is artificially concealing some ambiguous message.

The two of them were stuck together for twenty-four hours throughout Saturday. Song Shiwei even felt that it was even more extreme than when they were in Huping. Except for walking the dog in the morning and evening, the two of them were almost never separated. What was even more extreme was that she found I actually feel a little addicted.

The two of them had three meals a day, he was cooking in the kitchen, and she was lying on the sofa wearing his shirt playing games on the tablet. When she encountered a difficult level, she would put on her slippers and run to him for help, although every time she was from If he received any help from him, he would hug him with one hand and bite his head a few times in return. However, both of them were very willing to accept this unequal transaction and never tired of it.

Song Shiwei left Ji Yanchen's house on Sunday morning and made an appointment to have dinner together tomorrow night.

After she got home, she cleaned first, then nestled down on the beanbag next to the floor-to-ceiling window and had a warm sleep. When she woke up, the noon outside had turned into the sunset. She half-drowsily reached out to grab the mobile phone on the floor and lowered her eyes. Looking at the new message received on the screen: [Eight o'clock, night].

She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead, then put down her phone with her other hand. Three hours later, she was ready and showed up at the nightclub door on time at the agreed time.

Shengtian was among the shareholders of this nightclub, and a well-known male artist owned by Shengtian even came to stand on stage when it opened. She had been here once with Yao Jiajia when she was in college. It included a bar, KTV, disco and private rooms. The terrain was as complex as a maze, and the decoration was extremely retro and luxurious. It once overturned her understanding of nightclubs at the time.

The security guard in front of the door printed a mirror-shaped mark on the back of her left hand, and Song Shiwei followed the crowd into the passage.

She heard Ji Yanchen say that due to the severe crackdown by the police and the investigation of Hongjing Pharmaceutical Factory, Feng Si has been keeping a low profile recently, and the nightclub has not heard of any scouts chatting up girls.

But even though Feng Sichen could hold his breath, the people working under him couldn't bear the loneliness. There were three or four people in the lead, all of them were rich second-generation people who were one level below Feng Si in their circle. They were uneducated and incompetent. Indulging in sensuality, after being told not to cause trouble recently, they could not continue to cast the net to find new prey. They were so nervous that they had to do the next best thing and turn around to harass the girls who had slipped through the net before.

The girl who came to see Song Shiwei the day before yesterday was one of them.

She is Xiaojing's classmate, and the two of them went to the nightclub on the same day for the same party. She was also tempted by the talent scout's words at the time, but because her family kept urging her to go home that day, she left early and did not accept the scout's invitation to the box. It was not until she saw Xiaojing's accident that she slowly realized that she had escaped. After a disaster, I was afraid and angry.

Xiaojing used her mobile phone to contact Song Shiwei before her death, saying she was a "trustworthy sister". Therefore, when the so-called talent scout contacted her, after some hesitation, she found Song Shiwei anxiously.

After entering the nightclub, Song Shiwei used the girl's identity to contact the talent scout.

While waiting for the other party to appear for a few minutes, she stood on the first floor and looked up and around. The entire Mijing building is designed with three floors in the center. Behind her is a crowded and noisy dance floor. The second floor is an open box. The men are holding wine glasses and leaning on the railings, looking down with a smile but not a smile. They covertly glanced at the beautiful girls downstairs frivolously, and from time to time turned to exchange a few words with their companions, as if the entire dance floor was their hunting ground, and unsuspecting prey were pouring in for them to choose from.

"Lulu?"

Song Shiwei came back to her senses when a voice sounded from behind her, and at the same time, she adjusted her nerve barrier to a combat-ready state.

She turned around, and saw that the man was about the same age as her, with a clean and comely appearance, and an unsociable appearance and temperament. As a "talent scout", he really had some convincing capital and affinity. She pretended to be reserved and pursed her lips with a slight smile: "Hello, Brother Xiao Wang."

The man paused briefly when he saw her face, then smiled and led the way: "Let's go this way."

Song Shiwei responded gracefully, and the man raised his hand to lead her the way, while secretly sizing her up.

He vaguely felt that her face was a bit unfamiliar, but he had been in contact with too many girls before, and he couldn't remember it 100%. Besides, when it comes to girls, a change of makeup or an injection can make a big difference. It's normal for him to feel strange, as long as the person standing in front of him is a beautiful woman.

Xiao Wang didn't think much and led the person to the box in the center of the second floor with the best view.

There were four men sitting in the room, all between the ages of twenty-five and thirty, with different styles and temperaments. When they saw her coming in, they all turned their eyes towards her. Two of them obviously didn't like what she was doing tonight. He held the wine glass and glanced ambiguously at the man sitting in the middle. The other two people each had amusement in their eyes, leaning on the sofa and looking at her up and down very bluntly.

Song Shiwei secretly pursed her lips and tried her best to resist the discomfort of being stared at like a prey.

Xiao Wang introduced: "This is the art director, Brother Nan. This is our artist director, Mr. Jing."

She smiled, raised her voice, and greeted the two of them shyly.

The art director was a tall, thin and decadent man, with half his face hidden under a wide sweater hat. He was sitting in the shadow of the corner, playing with a silver metal lighter with a cold light in his hand, staring at her quietly, his face The expression on the face is not clear. Mr. Jing, on the other hand, was the kind of person who seemed to have a lot of fun, and was obviously the person with the most say in the room. He sat in the middle of the sofa, smiling and motioning for her to come over.

Song Shiwei pressed her pleated skirt and sat down next to him. Xiao Wang sat on the footstool beside him. When he was about to pour her orange juice, Mr. Jing suddenly smiled and said, "Lulu should be able to drink some wine?"

Song Shiwei made a troubled expression and refused in a low voice. At the same time, she glanced at Xiao Wang's movements and stopped for a moment, as if she was a little surprised.

After he looked up and checked the other person's eyes, he poured out the same color liquid as Mr. Jing's glass from the half-empty wine bottle on the table.

Song Shiwei secretly thought that this glass of wine should be safer than drinks. Could it be that Mr. Jing did this because he didn't dare to take medicine because of the recent limelight, so he just wanted to get her drunk?

She did not touch the glass of wine, and the other party did not persuade her. Instead, she casually chatted with her about where she went to school, how she got here, her talents, and her plans for the future. Finally, she patiently got to the point: "Our company has recently We are preparing a love variety show, an S-level or above project. Each issue will have different artists as flying guests to ensure traffic and topicality. Currently, we have a few girls scheduled, and there happens to be an innocent college student whose character has not yet been decided. "

Mr. Jing put down his wine glass, blew out a puff of cigarette, frowned slightly, and complained with a smile: "This character has the most candidates, but it is also the hardest to choose. My phone has been flooded with calls these days. "

Song Shiwei understood what he said and asked softly, "Can I try this opportunity?"