Countdown [entertainment]

Hearing the sound, Cheng Yihui also looked at the person coming, his eyes were swollen and his vision was blurred, and he didn't recognize that it was Jiumu for a while.

"Yes, yes, Young Master Yin, have you vented your anger enough? My old bones have never been beaten." Cheng Yihui said indistinctly.

"What are you doing here?" Yin Qing asked Jiu Mu angrily.

In the mess of soup, water, glass slag and blood stains, Jiumu, who was dressed in a white shirt, was a bit too clean. He walked slowly to Yin Qing's side, stretched out his hand to block Cheng Yihui, and stopped Yin Qing from punching him again. Down.

"It's none of your business here, get out of here." Yin Qing said impatiently.

Jiumu knew that his words were not very effective, so he leaned over and whispered in Yin Qing's ear, "It's impossible for him to fight back."

Yin Qing's pupils shrank, and she looked deeply at Jiumu, who nodded slightly.

"Let's go." Jiumu blocked Yin Qing's hand holding Cheng Yihui's collar, put his arm around his shoulder and walked out.

Yin Qing paused and turned around: "Do you know why I beat you today?"

Cheng Yihui shook his head with a wry smile.

Yin Qing looked sideways.

Only then did Cheng Yihui see the people around him clearly, and he broke out in cold sweat immediately, and nodded repeatedly: "I know, I know, Young Master Yin is your man, I won't move again."

Yin Qing let out a cold snort through her nose, and walked straight out of the door.

Jiumu was a little surprised by Cheng Yihui's last words, and looked back before leaving the door.

The coldness and hatred that flashed in Cheng Yihui's eyes when he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth was completely captured by his eyes.

Looking at Yin Qing who was striding ahead, Jiu Mu suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Go back, I'll take the car." Yin Qing took out a bank card and handed it to the driver, and got into the cab by herself.

Jiumu and the driver brother looked at each other, seeing the driver off, Jiumu tentatively said to Yin Qing: "Then I'll go too..."

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Yin Qing: "What are you going to do, you get in the car."

Jiumu: "..."

He felt that he could bear the young master's bad temper more and more.

"Do you mind if I take the co-pilot?" Jiumu still bent down and asked politely.

Yin Qing found a cigarette out of nowhere, put it in her mouth, looked for a lighter and mumbled, "Do you dare to ask me to be your driver?"

Jiumu then sat in silently.

"Do you know why I hit him?" Yin Qing finally took out the lighter and was about to light it, when Jiumu suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"Hiss - forgot." Yin Qing put away the lighter, chewing on the tobacco in her mouth.

"I don't know." Jiu Mu said, "I understand at first, but I don't understand Cheng Yihui's last sentence."

Of course you wouldn't know.

They want to take care of you, but you rushed to send yourself up at the banquet.

Yin Qing chuckled, and said casually: "It's nothing but an excuse. Tell me, what did you understand?"

"Got it...you're retarded."

Yin Qing: "?"

Being scolded in front of someone was still a bit of a novelty for him, he looked suspicious and pointed at himself: "Are you talking about me?"

"What kind of thing is Cheng Yihui worthy of entering the police station with you?" Jiumu said lightly, "Don't you think your hands are dirty?"

It was even more novel for him to be praised by Jiumu in a different way, and Yin Qing raised an eyebrow: "You think so highly of me?"

Jiumu looked ahead: "If you think you are similar to that scumbag, I have no problem."

Yin Qing stared at Jiumu for a long time as if looking at something strange. The latter held the handle of the car window with one hand, and looked straight ahead calmly.

Feeling that Yin Qing's gaze was still on her body, Jiumu turned her face and asked earnestly, "Master Yin, have you seen enough?"

"Not bad." Yin Qing replied to him.

"..." Jiumu took a deep breath: "So can you take me home now?"

"Send you home?" Yin Qing was surprised: "When did I say I was going to send you home?"

Jiumu interrupted him: "Then why did you ask me to get in the car?"

"I haven't eaten yet, why don't you go and eat with me?" Yin Qing took it for granted.

Jiumu felt that he really couldn't treat him too well. Since the afternoon, the seriously ill young master started to touch his nose and face, and now he is almost on the moon.

"what ever."

As soon as Jiumu wrote the first word, the sports car rushed out with a bang, and the rest of the sound disappeared into the night sky.

Jiumu felt that he really believed Yin Qing's nonsense, saying that he was eating, but he dragged himself to a bar called "Quiet Night".

It's clear, the place is very remote, the store is not big, and there are only a few people.

Yin Qing ordered black pepper beef rice, and when it came up, she pushed it directly in front of Jiumu, and said one word like a boss: "Eat."

Then he started to drink by himself and didn't eat a mouthful of food.

Jiumu seldom touches alcohol, and he doesn't know the consequences of drinking on an empty stomach, otherwise he would definitely stop drinking one glass after another.

It wasn't until Yin Qing put her arms around his shoulders and called "Brother" that Jiu Mu suddenly realized that this man was drunk.

"Yin Qing." Jiumu read his name seriously: "You're too drunk, it's time to go home."

"Are you joking?" Yin Qing narrowed her eyes at him: "I've always drunk them down, I haven't been drunk yet."

"Oh." Jiumu said: "Then they are too inexperienced."

"So can you have a drink with me? Uncle Jiu, this is not a place where goji berries are soaked in jujubes. Why are you so young to keep healthy?" Yin Qing looked at the teacup Jiumu was holding in her hand with disgust.

It was the goji berries that the store staff ran out to buy for him.

Before Jiumu opened her mouth, Yin Qing continued to complain: "It's the first time for me to drink alcohol and not smoke. What's wrong with you? Ah? You can't smell smoke if you don't drink. If I don't look at your face, I think I'm talking to you. Grandpa came out."

Sure enough, I drank too much.

When she was dragged out to drink by Tang Xinqing before, this girl also talked a lot when she was drunk, and she had to have an audience when she was talking non-stop.

Jiumu changed his posture of holding the teacup, and silently listened to Yin Qing's complaints.

"Fuck. Damn Cheng Yihui, I don't like him at the banquet. He is a bully and a typical bully. If he has the ability, he scolds me in front of me. What kind of skill is bullying a girl? He's still pampered. I don’t even piss to look like myself.”

Jiumu keenly caught a word, and turned his head to ask: "What package. Support?"

"I'll take care of you...---Master, this idiot still wants to take care of me, let's make his dream come true."

Yin Qing was so dizzy that she almost slipped her tongue, but luckily she reacted in time, and her eyes cleared up a little.

"Let me ask you." He suddenly looked at Jiumu with burning eyes: "Why did you enter the entertainment industry?"

"Do you think I can't play the piano well?"

"It has nothing to do with whether you enter the entertainment industry or not."

Jiumu said, "This shows that I like music."

Yin Qing twitched the corner of her mouth: "But one of the most stupid ways to like music is to enter the entertainment circle."

Jiumu asked, "Why?"

"Do you think you can purely engage in music in an environment like the entertainment industry? Are you kidding me?"

Jiumu then said, "Okay, then I'm an idiot."

Yin Qing glanced at him coldly: "Don't fool me, I'm serious."

Jiumu said, "If I didn't like music, I wouldn't have agreed to assist you so readily."

"There are other reasons." Yin Qing was very sure.

Jiumu was helpless: "Young Master Yin, I have only known you for less than three days, do you love to inquire about other people's privacy so much?"

"Then let me change the question." Yin Qing persisted, "Where did you learn your fighting skills?"

Jiumu: "I said what I learned when I was a child, and my father's request."

What he didn't say was that his family was not rich since he was a child, and sometimes food and clothing were a problem, but his father was willing to pay a high price to teach him these things that were not in line with his family's status.

He always felt very strange, but he couldn't find the reason.

Yin Qing stared at him for a while, then suddenly stretched out a hand: "Rock, paper, scissors."

Jiumu: "Huh?"

Yin Qing: "Play with me."

"..."

Jiumu then produced the scissors.

Yin Qing waited for him to come out before slowly stretching out the stone.

"You lost." He said, "Truth or Dare. Let me ask you, why did you enter the entertainment industry?"

Jiumu: "...?"

He suddenly felt that this person was too drunk, not only talked too much, but also his brain was not working well.

"If you don't answer, I will post on Weibo saying that you are playing games and cheating." Yin Qing said seriously.

Jiumu: "."

"I'm just curious." Yin Qing said, "You've known me for so long and you still don't know who I am?"

soon.

Not sure.

Jiumu now wants to know why he went out to drink with this young master, it's really difficult.

After thinking about it, he said helplessly, "My mother is in the entertainment industry."

"Huh?" Yin Qing became energetic in an instant, her eyes lit up: "Who?"

"Dead." Jiu Mufeng said lightly.

Yin Qing was stunned.

"You asked two questions. Young Master Yin, it's my turn to ask. Why did you enter the entertainment industry?"

Jiu Mu just asked casually, because he felt that it is impossible for ordinary people to always ask why others entered the entertainment circle, and few people would pay attention to this, but Yin Qing is obsessed with this question, which shows that he cares about this very much from the bottom of his heart. So it is very likely that his purpose of entering the entertainment industry is not pure.

Yin Qing fell silent.

After a long time, he suddenly said: "I'm sleepy. Take me home."

On the contrary, it is a bit self-deprecating.

If he was really drunk, he wasn't as alert as usual, and was easily tricked out by Jiumu with the information he wanted to know.

However, the purpose is not pure, and he is still struggling on the edge. This young master Yin has already made a living, and being a human being, the gap is really quite big.

Jiumu sighed inwardly.

He wasn't very curious about Yin Qing's affairs. Once Tang Xin's case was cleared, the two would return to strangers.

But at this moment, if the young master wants to leave, that would be the best, so he said: "Okay. Give me the key, and I will send it to you."

Yin Qing slowly took out the key, and when she handed it to Jiumu, she suddenly paused: "Wait a minute."

Jiumu: "Huh?"

"It's too urgent to be called by Mu Yuxue to the police station. My house keys are left in the company."

"Then send you to your parents' house."

"No." A hint of disgust suddenly flashed across Yin Qing's face: "It was you who brought me into the entertainment industry. I don't want to see my dad now."

Although Jiumu didn't understand the relationship between the two, he still tried his best to ask Yin Qing considerately: "Then send you to Pei Che's house?"

"Those houses are too messy, I have a cleanliness." Yin Qing curled her lips: "Send me to grandpa's house."

"Okay." Jiumu got up: "Give me the address."

"No." Yin Qing suddenly said again: "It's so late that the old people must be asleep. I don't have a key and I need them to open the door, but they won't be able to fall back asleep once they wake up in the middle of the night."

Jiumu took a deep breath: "Okay. Think about where to go again, I'll wait for you."

Yin Qing obediently thought about it for a while, and finally came to a conclusion: "Go to your house."

Jiumu was taken aback, suspecting that she had heard wrong: "What did you say?"

"I said go to your house."

Yin Qing was serious: "Didn't you just let me go home with you. That's fine, I promise you now, Young Master."

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