REMIX

I had a premonition that he was going to take me to a special occasion, but first of all I was concerned about my own image, "Is it appropriate for me to dress like this?"

I stopped, pointing at my plain white T-shirt and tight-fitting black jeans, with two cuts on my knees, and a layer of vicissitudes on my sneakers.

"Nothing inappropriate."

On the other hand, he was wearing a black cardigan that was as loose and casual as a bathrobe, and the tattoos were clearly visible under the open three-quarter sleeves. He patted my waist, "I think it's enough to be pleasing to the eye."

After all, he took me straight to a black GTR parked at the door.

I opened the co-pilot's door and found a man and two women in the back seat.

Seeing this scene, I was a little confused, especially when the two beauties stopped talking and laughing, so I felt that the man sitting in the middle who didn't speak or smile looked familiar.

I spent a long time choosing in my mind, and finally remembered that this is the man who helped Gong Junye to the hospital the day he was injured.Even though the lighting was stingy, I still remember the hauntingly handsome, aggressive face.

So is the woman sitting on the right.

"This is my friend."

Gong Junye sat down and fastened his seat belt. As soon as he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of two beauties in cool and revealing clothes beside the man. He was as surprised as I, who arrived later, "Damn it, when did you catch it?"

"10 minutes ago."

The man leaned back on the leather seat in a coquettish voice, nodded at me with a toothpick in his mouth, "Hi."

"Hi."

It seems a bit awkward to shake hands with people at this time, but I still do it, "Xia rest."

"Si Jun."

He didn't have any contemptuous attitude because of my age, and just put a smile on the corner of his eyes just right.He and Gong Junye have a similar evil spirit, or the so-called Jianghu spirit, but the latter is full of rich and attractive hormones, while the former is aggressive and fierce, which makes people afraid to approach.

But this is a friend he personally admits, and I also feel a little fond of Ai Wu and Wu.

"These two," Si Jun spread his hands on one left and one on the right, "these are hitchhikers."

"Please, handsome guy." The girl sitting obliquely behind me folded her hands, her thick black eyelashes fluttered, and she said in a coquettish voice, "We had a date with someone, but we were let go."

"That's really too much."

He stepped on the accelerator and turned the car to a high speed direction. The sports car had amazing horsepower, and the flashy night was accelerated and crashed into a blurred mess, drifting away from us with the colorful city.

"Let's go to the Candyshop."

On the way, Xia Jie sent a very long text message, and I agreed with three chapters when I went out for the night: first, don’t touch the food given by strangers, second, don’t get drunk if you don’t trust people around you, and third, reduce physical contact.The last one is not included in the treaty, it must be remembered all the time, go home early.

She seems to have acquiesced to the fact that I grew up earlier than myself, and she has no subjective control or suppression. Maybe she advocates the free-range policy, but she hopes that I can keep my promise and cherish the freedom she gave.

But on the first point, Gong Junye actually sincerely agreed, "That's right, don't take anything from anyone except me."

I was worried, "Are you my father..."

It was only after the words came out that I realized that if Xia Jie heard about it, she would definitely kill her on the spot. Combined with her resentment for being single for several years, it might be bloody.

But after all, Mr. Gong's bones are strange, and his brain circuit is different from ordinary people. I don't know what kind of psychological comfort he got from this name. In order to take advantage of me, he did not hesitate to show his old face, "Daddy loves you."

"Don't look at me, look at the road."

The car drove for less than 10 minutes on the deserted highway and stopped before turning into a motel at a service station.

When I was still wondering why a suburban motel parking lot would be full, it reminded me of the time at Black Lagoon 19 until two waitresses on roller skates came through the open window on Gong Junye's side Leaning in, he handed over a small roster and a pen, "Welcome, please sign the form."

In fact, I didn't see what was written in the book at all. Her black and white uniform was unbuttoned to the third button, and her round breasts were exposed without any cover. When I took a look, I felt that my face was burning up. Gong Junye calmly handed the black card to one of the waitresses; while she was swiping the card, the seductive red lips of the girl lying on the car window almost kissed the side of Gong Junye's face. Putting down the pen, gently pinching her chin with her left hand, said softly, "It's done."

"Follow me this way."

The waitress Yingying stood up, flirted with him bluntly, and whistled with her fingers in her mouth. A warehouse-like gate in front of us released a passage and opened straight in. The smoke made of dry ice revealed purple light from the depths.The motel is just a front, this is what we want inside.

Some kind of wild pheromone is secreted in the air, reminiscent of the smell of animals in estrus, teasing the most primitive needs of people.

Si Jun and two girls in the same car were walking in front, and I saw the one sitting on the right of Si Jun along the way, wearing a black bikini with a large camouflage shirt, and a few lines of swashbuckling English tattoos on the skirt wrapped in hot pants. The lower part of the buttocks, the strong thighs are tanned, attracting viscous eyes from all directions along the way.

"To thank you for giving us a ride," she waved the handbag at us, "I'll buy a depth charge."

She didn't talk to us on the way, she spoke with a smoky voice that made a man so soft to the bone, she painted a smoky makeup that was not too gaudy but exquisite, her figure was graceful and sexy but not frivolous.

I finally remembered who she was, and the moment I heard her speak, I took the wine glass from her, swallowed, and asked, are you... Fei Na?

She leaned on the bar with one hand, and when she was close to my ear, her hair slid down to my chest like fine silk.

"You can pretend you don't know me."

——Behind her is a bright neon signboard, under the words "Candyshop" is a girl lying on a long table, with a mouth-watering dessert on her bare back and waist like a mountain, like a dense cream Topped with bright red cherries.

The chips piled up on the poker table collapsed amid the cheers, and the woman in the winner's arms was dressed in snow-white ermine fur, and the feather in her hand was scratching her stubbled jaw.

The man on the recliner smoked a hookah, threw stacks of banknotes on the lap of his female partner, and bet on a new round of boxing matches.

The stage curtain in the distance is slowly opened, and the eclectic striptease show is about to begin.

We clinked our sherry glasses with the hitchhiking songstress to celebrate this doomed sleepless night.