After the failure of the popular niche plastic surgery [Entertainment]

"I'm not going back."

The night sky was full of stars, and the temperature dropped. Liu Zhonglin helped Cheng Weishi to the seat and turned on the heater in the car.As soon as he put his hands on the steering wheel, he suddenly felt his shoulders being tightly grasped.

"Liu Zhonglin...I won't go back..."

Cheng Weizhi squeezed Liu Zhonglin's shoulders with strength, and the strength became stronger and stronger, and his fingertips were buckled in the opponent's leather jacket.Liu Zhonglin thought, if the winter clothes were not thick enough, his shoulders might be scratched by Mr. Zhong.

He had no choice but to take off the opponent's hands: "Sir, if you are like this, I can't drive, and there will be an accident."

Cheng Weizhi closed his eyes and said nonsense, "I won't go back. My scarf is gone."

His hands grabbed Liu Zhonglin's shoulders again.

Liu Zhonglin turned his head and saw the man behind him who looked almost the same age lowered his head slightly, looking at his abdomen.There seemed to be some sparkling water in those eyes, and his face became flushed because of drunkenness.

No one knows why Cheng Weishi likes to stuff furry things into his clothes when he is drunk—Liu Zhonglin guessed that the scarf that Mr. Zhong was looking for should be hidden in the bulging coat.

Same as last time, Cheng Weishi's belly was bulging again.

Cheng Weizhi seemed to be very excited and didn't intend to sleep.Liu Zhonglin felt that the stalemate between the two was not an option, so he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

It rang three times before answering.

"Sir, are you free now?"

After receiving the other party's reply, Liu Zhonglin continued: "Mr. Zhong is drunk, can you come over? The address is the private restaurant you brought me to last time."

The phone hangs up.Liu Zhonglin turned around and sat in the driver's seat, looking at Cheng Weishi who was holding his stomach in the back seat from the rearview mirror, his expression was a little dazed for a while.

About half an hour later, the "sir" on the phone arrived as scheduled.

Duan Kejia lit a cigarette with a lighter, lightly shook the hair that hadn't been dried after taking a shower, and stood in the cold wind and asked Liu Zhonglin, "What's going on?"

Liu Zhonglin shook his head: "I don't know too well. After he talked with Dong Cheng in the afternoon, he became a lot more depressed. He went into the restaurant and started drinking, and he has been drinking until now."

Duan Kejia laughed, and his tone sounded familiar: "These people always do bad things."

He was biting a cigarette, his lips turning red in the light.It was too cold outside, so he opened the back door and sat in: "I was asked to come because..."

Cheng Weizhi suddenly felt a cold wind blowing from his mouth, subconsciously leaned to the right, and hid in the corner.

Liu Zhonglin stood outside, bent down, and said, "Mr. Zhong doesn't cooperate, I'm afraid of accidents while driving."

But Duan Kejia's answer was very merciless, his eyes stayed on Cheng Weishi's body, but his eyes were slightly bent because of the teasing in his tone: "It's that simple? No way, with your response Ability, how is it possible—"

Because his teeth were slightly clenched on the cigarette, his voice was a little youthful.Although according to his own definition of young people, he no longer belongs to this category.

However, this anger could not be maintained.

He watched the face of the person sitting in the back seat approaching slowly, and stood upright just before the tip of his nose was about to hit the cigarette butt.To Duan Kejia's surprise, the man snatched the burning cigarette from his mouth with one hand, and then - put it directly into his own mouth.

Liu Zhonglin: "..."

Duan Kejia opened his eyes wide.After living for 28 years, it was the first time someone dared to snatch a cigarette from his mouth.

And he smoked it.

Cheng Weizhi took a deep breath, and immediately coughed violently. The pungent and acrid taste made him unable to breathe, and tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes. He coughed and said, "Where is my marker...you see , Keke, have you seen my marker pen?"

Duan Kejia looked back at Liu Zhonglin.

In the private room just now, Liu Zhonglin did see Cheng Weishi playing with a black marker pen, but when he searched through the briefcases of the two of them and found no trace of the pen, he realized that the pen might have fallen on the In the hotel.

"Sir, I'll go back and get it. You wait here. I'll be right back."

After Liu Zhonglin left, Cheng Weishi stopped coughing, and he snuffed out the cigarette butt and put it in the trash bag in the front seat.

Now only Liu Zhonglin's driver's seat had a small light on, and the seat in front of Cheng Weishi just separated the part below his neck from the light.Therefore, when he reached forward to throw the trash, Duan Kejia discovered that there seemed to be something hidden in the other party's clothes.

"Actually, I think it's pretty good." Cheng Weizhi lowered his head and hugged his bulging abdomen, his tone sounded very steady, as if he was describing something that had nothing to do with him, "Dong Cheng said Even if you ask me to use my own songs, I will lip-sync. What's the point of lip-syncing... Don't those people feel ashamed because of lip-syncing?..."

Duan Kejia was silent.He gradually bent down, trying to see the expression on the other person's face.

Cheng Weizhi said: "You know what, I really wanted to do this well..."

Speaking of this, Duan Kejia felt that the other party's shoulders trembled slightly, as if he was crying or laughing.

And during this time, Cheng Weishi's right hand has been holding his stomach without letting go.

Duan Kejia raised his eyebrows slightly, and pressed Cheng Weishi's shoulders on the armchair, and put his other hand into the other's coat from the hem of his clothes, and slowly slid it up along the waist and abdomen.His fingertips were a little cold, so when he touched a piece of warm skin, he obviously felt the other person's body tremble suddenly.

He took out a messy scarf from Cheng Weishi's coat.

——In the light of the front seat, he found some strange symbols written on the scarf, like black tadpoles.

At the very end of the scarf he saw a treble clef--these were far more recognizable than the black tadpoles.The handwriting was thick and black, and it should have been written with a marker pen. The edges of each ink mark were soaked into the wool, making it rough and blurred, making it difficult to read.

But Duan Kejia could tell that this was a score.

He never imagined that this man actually wrote a score on the scarf and stuffed it into his clothes.

"Sir, I'm back."

Liu Zhonglin opened the door and sat back in the driver's seat, and handed a black marker to Duan Kejia: "Mr. Zhong should be looking for this one."

Cheng Weizhi reached out and snatched the marker pen and the scarf from Duan Kejia's hand, and shouted, "Give it back to me!"

—and then said nothing.

The car began to move slowly, Liu Zhonglin was operating the steering wheel in front, and said: "Mr. Duan, now is the right time, if you want to know something from him..."

Duan Kejia was very strict and careful. He took out two plugs to plug Cheng Weishi's ears. Even when the other party was drunk and talking nonsense, Duan Kejia still didn't get rid of the fact that "the conversation between the two may be disturbed by this person." Listen to" ideas.

"You can't ask anything out of his mouth, he bites very tightly. Since you have been with him for so many days, are you sure that he is not Zhong Fei now?"

Liu Zhonglin shook his head: "Sorry sir, I don't have enough authority right now, and Huang Xiuxian and the others have done a good job of keeping secrets, so I can't find strong evidence to prove it, but judging from my relationship with 'Mr. Zhong', he It is far from the Zhong Fei in the previous rumors."

"I asked you to come to this company before because I found out that Huang Xiuxian and the others seemed to be doing some tricks. I didn't expect that the 'boss' they arranged for you would directly reveal flaws. I later sent someone to investigate. The materials are so seamless that no one can find a single omission, which makes people even more suspicious.”

The person next to him silently stuffed the scarf back into his coat, and then wanted to reach out to grab the earplugs. Duan Kejia reacted quickly, and directly grabbed Cheng Weishi's restless hands.

"Sir..." Liu Zhonglin hesitated for a long time, "This time, will you help 'Mr. Zhong'?"

Duan Kejia noticed that the originally stiff hands in his arms had softened. He looked sideways and saw that 'Zhong Fei' had closed his eyes, and there were still some wet spots on his eyelashes—it turned out that Is asleep.

The sleeping face is much more serene than the waking face.

Duan Kejia shifted his gaze to Liu Zhonglin's honest and honest face in the rearview mirror, and his tone sank: "You asked me to come here in person today, probably because of this."

"..."

Duan Kejia: "You also like him a lot?"

Liu Zhonglin thought for a long time what the word "also" meant.

Duan Kejia glanced at the starry sky outside the window: "Unfortunately, this matter has nothing to do with me."

There was an expression of staying out of the matter on his face, and even his tone was indifferent.His eyes looked extremely ruthless.

Liu Zhonglin didn't answer.

Liu Zhonglin knew that the 28-year-old Duan Kejia was calmer and crueler than most people of the same age.

This young Internet elite has seen many dirty, corrupt, and rotten people and things, and has long learned how to maintain reason and smile in front of these things, and how to maintain a calm attitude in front of money interests. Feeling.

Duan Kejia is even more tactful and sophisticated than many elders.

He has always been rational, calm, and unhurried.

At this moment, the drunk man in the car was clearly asleep, but Duan Kejia was still holding Cheng Weishi's hands with his forearm.

Due to the turbulence of the vehicle, Cheng Weishi's head had already rested on Duan Kejia's shoulder without knowing it.

After the two were silent for a long time, Duan Kejia's voice broke the silence in the car first.

"But... I'll help him."

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This chapter is finally written without a stomachache (.