Self-investment

Jinling is known as the city that never sleeps. At one o’clock in the morning, the bar street is still brightly lit. Customers keep entering this street from all directions, choose a restaurant among the neon flashing signs, walk in in small groups, and disappear at the dim door.

The first bar facing the street is no different from other stores. The signboard made of red and blue neon lights flickers extremely frequently. I am afraid that it will not catch people's attention. When you enter the bar, you will see darkness at first, with a strong sense of rhythm. DJ music and human voices are mixed together, and the noise is deafening, even if you are talking face to face, you can't hear it clearly.

When the eyes get used to the dark environment, they can gradually see the bright lights, and the hot-dressed young people on the dance floor, clinging to their bodies with alcohol, sweat and desire are intertwined.

Going further inside is the booth, which is a little quieter than the bar. In an inconspicuous corner of the wall, two women are sitting opposite each other without speaking to each other. One of them has long wavy hair, heavy makeup, and sips from a cocktail glass with red lips. , There was a little red lip line on the wall of the glass, and she kept rubbing the glass wall with her index finger holding the wine glass, looking very preoccupied.

Jian Ling was sitting opposite this woman. This woman with heavy make-up was named Yang Yi. She was Jian Ling's girlfriend, to be precise, she was about to become an ex-girlfriend.

Jane leaned comfortably on the sofa, with her legs crossed, her hands resting on the back of the sofa, propping her forehead at a lazy angle, her eyes glanced at the hot dance floor not far away, and the corners of her mouth curled up a little Laugh loosely.

The dance floor is full of young and fresh bodies, with slender waists and long legs entangled with each other, making the heart itchy to watch, the tip of the tongue against the palate, and the smile spreads carelessly.

She is a very good-looking woman with deep eye sockets and dark pupils. When she smiles, her eyes are a little curved. She also has a beautiful lying silkworm. When she smiles at people, she always makes people feel affectionate.She has a high nose and thin lips, and she has a very heroic appearance. The tip of her nose is small and delicate, which softens her facial features and adds a bit of charm.

However, her hairstyle was a little exaggerated. Her soft, short ear-length hair was dyed purple-gray, and there were a few strands of dark purple highlights on the top of her hair.

This kind of color is difficult to control, but it is very suitable for Jian Ling. With her red lips and white teeth, Yang Yi has seen it so many times, but she will still be moved by her casual expression.

"Jane Ling." Yang Yi hesitated again and again, and finally spoke.

"Huh?" Jian Ling looked away from the dance floor, and fell on Yang Yi's face, with a habitual smile on her mouth, and the affection in her eyes could drown people.

Yang Yi's heart skipped a beat, and she pinched her bright red nails hard on her palm, and then her expression became clear, and she didn't fall into Jian Ling's trap.

This woman is the gentlest and most ruthless. When she is tender and affectionate, she can pamper people to the sky, but when the enthusiasm fades away, she realizes that those pampering are stylized performances, and she can act on any woman.

"Let's break up." Yang Yi squeezed his palms and said these words, feeling extremely helpless and extremely reluctant.

In all fairness, Jian Ling is a good lover. When the two of them were together, Jian Ling was so good that Yang Yi couldn't make a mistake. Yang Yi still liked her, but Yang Yi was really tired of her hypocritical tenderness, and used What is sincerely exchanged is falsehood, and no one can stand such unfairness.

"Why?" Jian Ling still smiled, frowning a little, very gentle with sadness, "Honey, I like you very much, and I can't bear you."

Yang Yi sneered, "Jian Ling, can you still speak the truth? Are you lying to me or yourself?"

Jian Ling seemed to be finally unable to hold on anymore, the smile on her mouth gradually collapsed, her brows furrowed deeper, and she said sadly: "Honey, I really like you, how could I lie to you? You have to trust me."

Yang Yi saw her superb acting skills, her sad expression was so realistic, she gritted her teeth in a smile, and her beautiful face turned hideous, "You keep saying you like me, and I ask you, what's my name, do you remember?"

The brief words were at a loss, and the sad silence on the face dissipated, as if it had never appeared at all.

"I'm sorry." Jian Ling said in a low voice.

It's ridiculous, I've been in love with someone for half a year, and I don't even remember the name of the other person.

Yang Yi finally couldn't take it anymore, stood up with gritted teeth, poured the glass of wine in his hand over his head and face according to Jian Ling, and put down the glass heavily, "Scum!" After speaking, he picked up his handbag, stepped on his high heels, and did not move his head. walked back.

Jian Ling didn't dodge, let the glass of clarified and beautiful wine poured down her head, slid along her hair, over her beautiful browbones, cheeks, and finally along her collarbone, and landed on her white clothes, her front shoulders quickly fainted. She didn't seem to notice the large stains, she was obviously in a mess, but she could still watch her ex-girlfriend leave indifferently, then licked the corners of her lips, and tasted a little alcohol on her lips.She curled her lips and chuckled indifferently, touched her trouser pockets backwards, and froze.

No paper.

Jian Ling frowned helplessly, and finally there was a slight change on her face. She looked around, looking for someone to borrow a piece of tissue paper to wipe off the embarrassment on her face, she glanced over, and the spectators around all avoided, only the one next to Jian Ling At the table, there was a woman who was only drinking from a glass, without even looking at Jian Ling.

The woman's hair was long and slightly curly, her face was hidden in the darkness and it was difficult to see clearly, only the graceful lines of her jaw were faintly visible in the flickering lights.She was wearing a casual blazer and a white shirt with a narrow waist. The collar was buttoned up to the top one meticulously. She swallowed her throat while drinking and slid up and down in the dark.

Jian Ling narrowed her eyes, unconsciously followed her rhythm and swallowed.

"Beauty, can I borrow a tissue?" Jian Ling's head was still dripping with drops of wine, she moved her body a little towards the woman's side, tilted her head to look at her, smiled softly and harmlessly, her eyes were crooked, and there was a twinkle in her eyes. Looking at the waves, he blinked ambiguously.

Jian Ling waited for two seconds before the woman moved. She took out something from the inner pocket of her suit and handed it to her.

Jian Ling saw clearly that it was a white square handkerchief, neatly folded, lying in the woman's palm at the moment.Through the square handkerchief, Jian Ling stared at her hand.

The woman's fingers are very long, and the fingertips are even more slender and beautiful. They are as white and tender as the tip of a lotus root. Jian Ling's eyes stopped on the woman's hand, and he couldn't move his eyes. He even forgot to pick up the handkerchief. .

"No?" After a while, the woman said lightly.

The voice hidden in the dark is very low, slightly cold and hoarse, but there is a little doubt at the end, clear and moving, like a little fluffy tail, scratching Jian Ling's heart for no apparent reason, tickling , fleeting.

Jian Ling's eyes were extremely suppressed and restrained for a moment.

The woman waited for another two seconds, and when she saw that she didn't answer, she was about to withdraw her hand, when Jian Ling came to her senses, and quickly grasped the white square handkerchief and the plain hand into her palm.

The touch is not as soft as Jane Ling imagined. The woman's fingers are a little cold, with long and sharp knuckles, as cold as her.

Jian Ling took the opportunity to touch the back of her hand, it was as silky and delicate as satin, and she couldn't get enough of it, and wanted to touch it again, but the woman quickly withdrew her hand, and there was only a scorching friction in Jian Ling's palm.

Intertwined with the cold touch just now, Jian Ling's heart trembled, and her back felt numb.