She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 417 Jing Xing: "It doesn't hurt."

What's wrong with so much money, you have to come here to breathe the air that smells like money?

"No, it's too expensive here! I was thinking about the mini-private room I saw on the electronic screen just now. We can barely afford it, but you waved your hand when you came up and got the most expensive one. Monitor , I don’t mean you can’t afford it, I mean you are too extravagant, do you really think this place is owned by your family?”

It's all about it, but it's still an unbelievably expensive VIP room?
Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, Jing Xing suddenly turned his head to look at him, nodded in a very calm tone, and said, "Well, it's from my family."

"?" Du Mingyu's eyes suddenly widened.

But Jing Xing didn't seem to want to talk about this issue very much, he turned his head away after saying this sentence, and didn't intend to continue the conversation.

Du Mingyu was more able to read people's faces, seeing that his squad leader didn't want to talk about it, so he changed the subject very discerningly.

Turning a corner ahead, the waiter who led the way no longer followed, bowed down and bowed, and then quietly exited. At the end of the corridor was the room that several people were going to. with a person.

The boy raised his chin slightly, leaning against the east wall, holding a mobile phone in his hand, as if he was making a call.

Hearing the movement from the corridor, the boy casually turned his head and looked up.

Cheng Jia?

Lin Qingyou's eyes met his, and she blinked to confirm that the boy on the phone was indeed Cheng Jia, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

The distance was not too short, Cheng Jia's voice was lowered again, Lin Qingyou couldn't hear what he said, but could see the slightly surprised expression on his face.

Cheng Jia's eyes rested on Jing Xing for a brief moment, then moved away again, tilting his head and raising his hand towards her, as a greeting.

Seeing that he was on the phone, Lin Qingyou didn't bother him, and waved to him in response, then followed Du Mingyu and the others into the room.

A silver-gray room with bright lights, a circular sofa on the east and south sides, a huge rectangular low table in the middle, and a marble bar counter on the west side, separated from the front hall by half-hanging curtain lights.

There is a glass wine cabinet embedded in the wall behind the bar, on which there are all kinds of drinks and drinks, and there are two lounges behind.

Big, this is Du Mingyu's first impression of this room.

Hao, this is the second impression that follows.

All in all, it is worthy of the price of four zeros, and also worthy of the three big Vs in front of VVVIP
Jing Xing didn't sit on the sofa in the front hall, but lifted the half-hanging curtain light with one hand, and walked to the bar. Within 2 minutes, Lin Qingyou also covered her ears and walked over with an unbearable expression.

She originally thought that Du Mingyu and Xu Changhao must have been clamoring to sing just now because they must have special skills and want to show off their singing voice, but she didn't expect that the ideal is very full, but the reality is very skinny.

The moment they spoke just now, it directly reminded her of the decoration team.

What is the magic sound into the ear?
That's it.

The seat in front of the bar was quite high. Lin Qingyou pulled the chair out slightly, and was about to step on the horizontal bar below, when a hand was put on her waist, and then her feet were empty.

In the next second, the person sat on the bar chair.

Jing Xing looked down at her, the hand on her waist did not withdraw, but fell down, and pressed the back of the seat, and pulled it in his direction.

After doing this, he lazily withdrew his hands, and leaned back on the bar with a sideways body.

Lin Qingyou's eyes lingered on the bottle of milk beer in front of him for a while, and she didn't know if she was attracted by the advertisement on TV. During this time, Jing Xing suddenly became very interested in milk beer. As long as you see milk beer, you won't drink a sip of other drinks.

After watching for two seconds, Lin Qingyou withdrew her gaze, and her eyes fell on him again. Then she put her wrist on the bar counter, tapped the table with her thin and white fingertips, looked at him with her head tilted and said, "Hand."

"Huh?" Jing Xing raised his eyebrows, slightly puzzled.

Lin Qingyou looked at him, and repeated in her mouth: "Give me your hand."

She pointed to his right hand again, and said, "This one."

Jing Xing was stunned for a moment, as if he understood something, he suddenly smiled, and then obediently stretched out his hand.

Lin Qingyou put his hands on her knees, then lowered her head, grabbed the cuffs of his sweater with both hands, and folded his sleeves up carefully.

When the sleeve was rolled up to the second fold, the bruise on Jing Xing's forearm was exposed. It was bruised and purple, as if he had been injured by something, and a dark red bruise was faintly visible on the top. Subcutaneous bruising.

Lin Qingyou began to feel sorry for him just by looking at it.

"How did you do this?" She didn't dare to pull up any more, for fear that she would accidentally touch his wound.

When she was in the corridor just now, she noticed that Du Mingyu squeezed towards Jing Xing and accidentally bumped into his arm. Jing Xing's expression was not very good at that time. At that time, she thought it was because Jing Xing didn't like physical contact with others. That's why it was like that, but when he reached out to hug her just now, he used his left hand.

Jing Xing is not left-handed.

"I was thrown by Qiyue and hit the corner of the table." As if afraid of her worrying, Jing Xing spoke lightly.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore." Seeing that the little glutinous rice dumpling was still staring at the bruise on his forearm, Jing Xing put down his sleeves, smiled, and rubbed the top of her hair comfortingly.

"It's no wonder it doesn't hurt." Xiao Nuomi Duanzi still frowned.

The bruises are so serious, it won't go away in less than ten days and half a month.

"It really doesn't hurt." Jing Xing raised his eyebrows, as if swearing.

Hearing this, Xiao Nuomi Duanzi raised his head slowly, then stared at him thoughtfully for two seconds, then suddenly stretched out his hand towards him, and suddenly poked hard on his arm .

Jing Xing didn't expect that she would do it as soon as he said he would do it, and before he could react, he had already poked the wound with her finger, and he sucked in a breath of pain.

"hiss……"

Lin Qingyou turned her body sideways, resting her chin with one hand, tilted her head to look at him, and spoke slowly: "Didn't you say that it doesn't hurt?"

Jing Xing: "..."

The slap in the face came too fast, like a tornado.

Xiao Nuomi Duanzi's operation was so good that Jing Xing didn't know how to answer the conversation for a while.

Yes, he said it didn't hurt, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt when she poked him hard.

"When we leave later, let's go to the pharmacy." The little glutinous rice dumpling seemed very satisfied with his reaction after poking his wound.

(End of this chapter)