[Zhongyingmei] She is such a sand sculpture netizen

Stick your back to your sweetheart.

This pose...dancing is quite interesting.But moving... it's more or less indescribable.

Steve protected Joanna (although in Joanna's view, this protective gesture was somewhat inexplicable) and moved to the middle of the dance floor, during which the crowd brought a lot of resistance to the two.But for a moment, Joanna could no longer see Natasha and Metz.

She couldn't help tiptoing anxiously, the top of her head dangling just under the tip of Steve's nose.Joanna's sloppy gait distracted Steve from watching her.

There were times when Steve felt like he was barely keeping up with Natasha.He lowered his head, intending to have a discussion with Joanna, who was not honest and had been trying to dance ballet in front of him.Unexpectedly, as soon as he made a movement, he saw Joanna lightly twirling in his arms, standing face to face with him.

Steve:? ? ? ?

Joanna pursed her lips: "I think it's more convenient for the two of us to squeeze through the crowd sideways."

With Joanna standing facing him at the moment, Steve admits from the bottom of his heart that he does feel a lot more comfortable now.At least... his hands now know where to put them.

Even so, it is not an easy task for the two of them to squeeze through the carnival crowd, especially without attracting too much attention from those around them.

Steve put his arms around Joanna, and Joanna naturally wrapped her arms around Steve's waist.The two were like two crabs just hugging each other, moving forward sideways with difficulty.

The two walked a little anxiously, and the music in the room was brisk, and when they matched together, there was an unexpected sense of harmony.

Joanna couldn't help laughing: "It looks like we are dancing!"

Joanna's voice was not low, but the surrounding crowd and background music were even worse.Steve only heard Joanna say something, but didn't understand what she said.He used his elbow to squeeze a little room for the two of them to stay, and turned his head slightly: "What did you say?"

Joanna shook her head: "Nothing."

Joanna's soft tops of hair arched around Steve's chin again.Scratching Steve felt his cheeks itch.He raised his chin slightly, and pressed Joanna's head with a little force: "Don't move."

Joanna's face was facing Steve's chest, and the moist air she exhaled hit the skin near Steve's collarbone: "Oh."

Steve paused and didn't make another sound.

The two "crabs" hugged each other tightly, struggling to move towards Lucifer's direction.Joanna was shorter, and when people surrounded her, she couldn't see the situation in Lucifer's direction clearly.Halfway through, she suddenly noticed that the two of them were moving in the wrong direction, so she turned her head to check the situation.Steve had no choice but to press his chin on the top of her head again: "Don't make trouble."

Joanna: ...Brother, do you read too many romance novels? What the hell is "don't make trouble"!

Joanna is not as tall or as strong as anyone else.Naturally, there is no advantage in fighting against the reveling crowd at this moment.Therefore, even though Joanna was full of complaints, she chose to remain silent, and moved forward obediently with Steve.

After a while, the surrounding crowd seemed less crowded than before.Joanna felt strange, if they kept moving towards the center, they should be getting more and more crowded.

Joanna seized the opportunity to distance herself from Steve, turned her head, and looked around.

Holding a wine glass, Lucifer stood at the bar not far away and raised his glass to them.

Only then did Joanna realize that they had completely crossed the dance floor just now.And Lucifer didn't know when he ran to the bar on the side of the dance floor.

Without the obstruction of the crowd, the two walked to Lucifer smoothly.Lucifer was the same as the last time I saw him, with that nasty and secondary smile still on his face: "How is my bar? Are you having fun?"

Joanna rolled her eyes: "You call this a 'bar'? I think it's almost like a disco!"

Lucifer shrugged: "Anyway, it's okay, it's what you say it is. Metz! Give our guests something exciting!"

It was only after Lucifer shouted that Joanna noticed Metz behind the bar.She still had that glamorous expression, and after hearing Lucifer's order, there was no other emotion on her face.He just picked up the shaker as instructed, and poured something into it smoothly.The lights were dim, not to mention Joanna, even Steve couldn't see what Metz had poured into it.Joanna was even curious about the probability of Metz picking up the wrong bottle under such light.The blended things... can I still drink it?

But obviously, this is not something Metz or Lucifer would worry about.

After a while, Metz placed three glasses of cocktails in front of the three of them.Lucifer looked at the three of them expectantly with the expression of his master offering a treasure, while Metz still looked down on them, not even a polite smile.

The three of them looked at the wine glasses, and tacitly chose to ignore Lucifer's kindness collectively.

"Why don't you drink it?" Lucifer still laughed half-heartedly and mysteriously, "Metz is our gold medal bartender here."

"no thank you."

"I have to drive back."

"I quit drinking."

After the three rejected Lucifer's kindness, they couldn't help but glanced at each other.

Lucifer showed a rather regretful expression: "What a pity! It's rare to have such an opportunity."

Metz behind the bar took the wine away with a blank expression, and then poured it out.

Natasha looked around the bar environment, then said to Lucifer, "Is this your place?"

"How's it going? Not bad! I dare say there's no bar in Los Angeles that's more popular than mine."

Natasha smiled politely: "Can we find a quiet place to talk?"

"Is there something wrong here?"

Steve's face was calm: "There are many people with mixed eyes."

"Hey! This is the best place for illegal business. The gangsters say it's much safer to talk business here than other places. They never ask me where I want to be quieter."

Joanna was about to express her opinion when Metz behind the bar rushed to the other side closest to her at some point, leaned closer to her, and gave her a "shh".Joanna immediately recalled the harrowing experience of being choked by Metz like a chicken.She smacked her lips and obediently chose to be quiet.Metz was very satisfied with Joanna's performance, showing the first smile after they arrived at the bar.

Steve calmly pulled Joanna to his side, putting himself between Joanna and Matz.Metz wasn't angry either, just patrolling Steve's body with greedy eyes.Joanna was so angry that she had a basket of dirty words in her heart, but she couldn't say a word.

Natasha looked at their situation, then turned to Lucifer and said, "After all, we are different from gangsters. You don't want more people to know about the 'Lying Tongue' either."

It seems that Lucifer is a guy with no brains.Or rather, the kind of guy who needs to be reminded.As soon as Natasha finished speaking, Lucifer's expression became serious, and he realized the seriousness of the problem Natasha mentioned.

This time, without any further hesitation, he quickly said, "Come with me."

Lucifer and Metz led the three of them around the dance floor one after the other, and went up to the second floor of the bar from a staircase beside the dance floor.At the end of the corridor on the second floor, there is an exaggerated elevator with golden doors and interiors, as if afraid of visitors not knowing that its owner is a rich man.

Although she didn't have a chance to complain, Joanna couldn't help but slander Lucifer's taste.

As soon as the elevator door opened, what appeared in front of everyone was a room with a completely different style from the elevator.Large floor-to-ceiling windows, dark and simple low sofas, and dim but just right lighting.It's hard to imagine that this room, which looks like a meeting room, belongs to the same building as the flamboyant elevator.

Lucifer strode into the room, welcoming the arrival of the three of Joanna like all hospitable hosts.He went to the wine rack and picked up the glass: "Are you sure you don't want some?"

The three shook their heads with polite smiles.

Lucifer poured himself a glass of whiskey, stood in front of the wine rack and drank it in one gulp.He looked up at the three of them refreshedly: "Well, let me guess. Did this eloquent lady convince you to do something terrible? Theft or murder?"

"Not at all." Natasha shrugged, "Don't you watch TV?"

"Is there any big case recently?" Lucifer smiled and looked back at Metz, "Don't you live with Chloe? She didn't mention any major cases to me, did she mention them to you?"

Metz had an expression of not wanting to talk to anyone: "I don't talk about work with her."

"Oh? Really?" Lucifer said in an almost proud tone, "She and I are going to talk."

Metz rolled his eyes: "That's because you only have work to talk about."

With a sullen face, Lucifer choked out a sentence for a long time: "You are just jealous."

Metz shrugged his shoulders with an almost disdainful attitude without comment.

Lucifer clapped his hands: "Okay, let's get back to business. So what did this eloquent lady do? Did you suddenly decide to come to me for help?"

"It's nothing." Natasha said with a relaxed tone, "She just refuted her opponent at the questioning meeting."

Lucifer showed a "are you kidding?" expression.

Steve would feel much more at ease now that he was out of the tense environment downstairs.He naturally took Natasha's words: "Because we don't know how to control the 'tongue of lies'. We want to be prepared before things happen."

Lucifer had never seen such a worrying guy, and Steve's steady and prudent behavior always reminded him of his abominable father.Thinking of this, Lucifer said angrily: "No one can control the 'tongue of lies'. That is impossible."

Joanna's heart sank when she heard this.

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Lucifer: Can't be cured, wait for death.