After hearing Ye Yingning's words, Chong Tiange chuckled, shook his head, and said nothing.

His reaction made her unable to sit still anymore, because the electronic music coming from the stage was a little noisy, making her voice a little sharper. Ye Yingning asked, "Why are you laughing at?"

What ridiculous things she said, and why she felt that Tiange's smile was so funny that she couldn't understand.

He held the cup, supported his head with one hand, leaned his body tilted to the sofa, and looked at Ye Yingning in his eyes, and there was a foggy look in his eyes.

"Every time you feel guilty, you talk a lot. If you really don't hate Zhong Wanmei, at most a word of "You're talking nonsense" can block my mouth. But you have to quote and say so many useless nonsense. Do you say, will I laugh at you?"

After saying that, Chong Tiange raised his head slightly, and one-third of the wine in the square glass of glass went down. He was always anxious and fierce in drinking, as if he was too lazy to procrastinate.

Ye Yingning looked at him in a daze, and suddenly realized that he had really told him that he had made it right.

I really have this kind of personality.

Who said it? The truth is the least needed to be repeated in words. It is a lie, but it is a guise that requires one or another to cover up one's shame.

She smacked her lips silently and drank wine silently.

I always feel that I don’t feel good about bringing him here tonight, but so far, he has not made any extraordinary moves, which makes Ye Yingning feel both nervous and confused.

As if she didn't feel her guess, Chong Tiange was drinking and enjoying the performance on the stage with a relaxed expression.

At this moment, a band has started performing on stage, specializing in singing songs from the late 1990s. The familiar melody can evoke old memories. In the "Class", some older guests are listening attentively.

At the end of the song, Chong Tiange gently stroked his palm, then called the waiter beside him, handed him a few bills between his fingers, and whispered a few more words in his ear.

Soon, the band on the stage took a short break and continued to perform.

"Thank you everyone. There is a guest who doesn't want to reveal his name. He specially ordered a song "Prison Bird" to his female companion tonight. I hope everyone likes it."

The band's lead singer held the wheat and said, and then the prelude rang behind him.

Ye Yingning naturally heard this song and was very familiar with it. She had listened to the female version before, but now she sang it from a man's mouth. The feeling was also good, with some helplessness and less self-pity. The faint sadness was very suitable for listening alone in a lonely night.

What she didn't expect was that Chong Tiange would order this song, as if it was implying something...

Sure enough, when the whole song was about to end, he posted it over, and the faint smell of alcohol blew in her ears, making her itchy.

Ye Yingning tensed his body nervously and wanted to ask him what he was going to do. Unexpectedly, her face turned around and touched her hot lips, and he easily kissed her cheek!

He did not immediately withdraw his lips and allowed himself to kiss her slightly cool skin.

This feeling was very subtle. Ye Yingning even felt that she could clearly feel every lip line on Chong Tiange's lips. Her breathing was intertwined with his breath, lingering in the air.

The ambiguity has reached the extreme, and the tenderness has also reached the extreme.

Strangely, at that moment, her heart was extremely calm, without a fever, no vigorous hormone surge, no impulse, and it seemed that in the hot summer, she was in a green shade, cool and pleasant, cool and sweatless, and she was very calm and confident from the inside out.

It was as if there was no need to use any strategy or play with any means, she knew that he was there and he would not disappear.

In the bar nightclub full of smoke and alcohol smell and noisy sound, she actually gained unprecedented peace of mind.

And these were given to her by this man.

In an instant, she was so moved that she cried, like a seeker who finally understood the most difficult Zen principle.

"I am the bird imprisoned by you, and I cannot escape, but I should not give me less and less love..."

Chong Tiange pressed against her cheeks and exhaled warm breaths from his mouth. After saying that, he quietly left her, as if nothing had happened.

Ye Yingning could hear clearly and not leave a word behind. Even after he finished speaking for a long time, she could still feel his breathing, his tone, the pause, rhythm, pitch, etc. when he said the sentence just now.

A song lasts only four or five minutes, but for her at this moment, it is undoubtedly as long as most of her life.

No wonder Margaret Duras wrote in her classic autobiographical novel "Lovers": In my life, youth faded prematurely. When I was eighteen years old, the blooming flowers of New Year had already withered and withered.

It turns out that some things really have the magic of changing time after they happen.

What is long is hardship, what is short is life, it is actually this feeling.

Ye Yingning thought silently and finished the last sip of wine in the glass. The fresh and sweet peach smell spread in her mouth.

Chong Tiange has returned to his previous sitting position and continues to savor the wine leisurely.

She couldn't say what was thinking in her mind, she was happy and angry, and held his hand, her eyes were like water. Ye Yingningxin said unwillingly, "You have everything, but you want everything! This is unfair, unfair..."

At the end of the day, I was already murmured.

He pulled out the empty glass from her hand and smiled softly, "You are drunk, and your alcohol tolerance is so poor."

He never thought of getting her drunk, but he didn't know that there was a kind of drunkenness, and it would be fine without wine.

Intoxicated.

Ye Yingning naturally refused to admit it. His upper body became soft and he had fallen into Chong Tiange's arms and was hugged tightly.

Such a beautiful scene, when it comes to outsiders' eyes, is naturally full of eroticism and sweetness.

The young man standing in front of the railing of the corridor on the second floor clenched his hands silently. His joints turned white, and he should be enduring a certain emotion vigorously.

When he turned around, there was no special expression on his face, and there was a hint of wood in his calmness.

"You asked me to see these things on purpose, right?"

Luan Chi hugged his hands in front of his chest, spoke lightly, and asked the woman not far away.

Zhong Wanmei chuckled, habitually tucked her hair, tilted her head, and her eyes were full of fun.

"He brought her here on purpose, right? He knew you were always here with me, but he just wanted to give up. He wanted to tell you that if you want to spoil Tiange and rob a woman with him, you still..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhong Wanmei smiled even stronger. She approached him, poked her sharp fingers under Luan Chi's collarbone, and whispered: "...a little tender!"

He grabbed her hand with his backhand and dragged her into his arms. His breathing became more rapid and he gasped, "Isn't it up to you to tell me whether I'm young or not?"

Zhong Wanmei was stunned for a second, and suddenly became serious. She tiptoed and pulled out her hand, brushing across the corners of Luan Chi's eyebrows.

"Luan Chi, aren't you going to want me yet? When will you wait?"

He paused, and there seemed to be a flash of struggle in his eyes, but he quickly grabbed her hand and sent it to his lips, leaving a string of tiny kisses.

“It’s good tonight.”

If everything is destined and cannot be obtained or taken, then he will accept his fate.
Chapter completed!